Qilynn and the group met Master Vance at breakfast. “You’ll guard the wagon as we travel to Thistle,” he said. “We need to deliver supplies and medicine to the village. Questions?” “Aye,” said Tumorgi. “Don’t the baron have a squad o’ guards t’ send? Seems like the three of us won’t be much protection against … Continue reading Qilynn: Thistle
Qilynn soaked in the hot water as long as she dared before stepping out and wrapping herself in a luxurious robe. Padding into the bedroom, she saw the chambermaid had left a clean gown on the bed. No sooner had she realized she had no lady’s maid to help her dress than a light knock … Continue reading Qilynn: Dinner and Requests
Qilynn led Tumorgi and Kharys through the streets, following the captain’s directions. Guards at the gate of the Baron’s manor house welcomed them to the compound. They invited the group to help themselves to the refreshment table while they waited for the baron. Tumorgi took a plate, trying to follow Qilynn’s lead on sampling the … Continue reading Qilynn: Meeting Baron Wildhurst
Qilynn Starpath watched the sailors throw heavy ropes over the rail to men waiting on the dock. They caught the arm-thick lines as they landed on the pier, wrapping them around sturdy wooden logs that disappeared into the harbor. “Drop anchor!” the captain roared. Qilynn grabbed for the rail as the ship bumped hard against … Continue reading Qilynn: Welcome to Southport
Qilynn watched the procession from behind her mother’s voluminous skirts. At sixteen summers, she was barely of an age to be let out of the nursery. She had begged Mama to let her finally see the Summer Queen in all her radiant glory. She’d been listening to the servants rave about the unparalleled beauty of … Continue reading Qilynn’s First Procession
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
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