“And that’s how Gryffin came to be proprietor of Gryffin’s Garrett?” “Yep. He traveled with the Nemesis until he was hit in the knee with an arrow. They were near the western foothills of the Dragon’s Tail Range when they were ambushed by bandits.” “‘An arrow to the knee,’ how original.” Bert grins. “Meegan told … Continue reading Meegan: Mud Season
Qilynn Starpath was one of the many great-great-granddaughters of Titania, Summer Queen of the Feywild. And the only one to have not inherited the gift of sorcery. To her knowledge, Great-Great-GrandMama never knew about her. Her grandfather, Qinlamin, was not fully fey, his blood was only part-fey. Oh, he was a sorcerer of some repute, … Continue reading Qilynn of the Feywild
“So, wha’cha ye thinkin’?” asked Gryff. “I like what I see so far,” replied Aeryn. “What think you, Naathyn?” “I agree with Aeryn,” the elf said, looking around the spacious apartment. “Extra room would certainly come in handy should we acquire additional talent. I think each of the side rooms could easily sleep six if … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett, Part 2
Jory slid silently along the wall, staying in the shadows. He heard the sentries in the distance and knew he only had another moment to find the door that Cal had left open for him and slip into the house. As he rounded the corner and slipped into the open door, he heard breathing in … Continue reading Won’t Get Away
The Stained Stein buzzed with the usual gossip. The clientele, mostly those folk that lived above the nearby shops, knew each other, and strangers elicited silent stares. Most denizens of the neighborhood didn’t take kindly to unknown (to them) threats. Teppo, the proprietor of the Stained Stein, surveyed his domain. While it was home, and … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett
“Questions?” asks Bert. “Not about Tiernen, no,” says Julie. “What about Noxport? It would help to know about the city Skrie came from.” “I thought you’d never ask. Noxport is the south-westernmost port city of the Western Kingdoms. City leaders positioned themselves as trusted trading partners with the orcs of the Southern Wasteland. It’s a … Continue reading Adaran: Noxport
“Herbs and spice makes everything nice,” said the old druid, stirring the cauldron hanging over the fire. She ignored the girl who copied everything she said into a leather-bound journal. Instead, she added more dried, ground lemongrass to the pot and tasted it again with her spoon. During her apprenticeship, Maus learned her mentor spiced … Continue reading Herbs and Spice
Stevie supplies the group with drinks while they tell their tales. I listen closely as Bert describes the area. “The Western Wood is the northwestern section of a vast forest extending from the ocean on the west coast all the way to the Dragon’s Tail Range in the east. It stretches east to the Western … Continue reading Adaran: The Western Wood
“Dave left me a rough character sketch for his fighter, Beiron,” says Bert. “This should be good,” says Yvonne. “His character sketch was basic. It said: ‘Soldiers in their shiny armor fascinated young Beiron Shaelar when they marched through the city. He longed to carry a greatsword across his back as he swaggered through Brookhaven. … Continue reading Beiron Shaelar: Soldier For Hire
“I didn’t do anything!” squeaked Laora Nightwind as a hand grabbed the back of her tunic. She fumbled with the flute her twin had carved last year. “You are massacring music, that is what you are doing!” a stern voice spat back. Who was this stranger who dared insult her? She flailed in his grip … Continue reading Apprentice
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