They wore the armour and carried the swords, but they didn’t look much like Knights of Aldor. The circumstances were already suspicious enough. On the twenty-first of Ashmorrl, the Aldorian ship, known as the Wind’s Keeper, arrived at the dwarven...
There was no doubt about it; the three men were dead — the claw marks could account for as much. The how of the situation was what was bothering Inviss, though — like how an animal could tackle three men...
Gentry marched through the cold, dark corridors with his head held high — a difficult thing to do while wearing a mask of heavy gold, but he managed it. Behind him, several men with hooded faces followed his ceremonial steps,...
To say Kallisandra was deeply worried about her wife’s life was a bit of an understatement. As it stood, Oliavvra had been gone for over a fortnight, and there wasn’t a single sign of her return. Ever since, at the...
A teleportation spell would only get you so far. The bumbling dwarven wizard had managed to get a decent way up the mountain, but for the last part, he would need to trek through the knee-deep snow. Wilward looked upon...
It went like this; sometimes, the bard would be with the rest of the party, laughing and scheming away, but most other times, he was only kind of there. It’s hard to explain. It’s like he was there, but you...
You find yourself embracing the warmth of the fire as an unseasonable chill assails the town of Windpeak. With ale in hand, you sip as you watch the flames dance and take in the pleasant atmosphere around you. People are...
Barmi let out a length of foul language that would put the most seaborn sailors to shame. Another pick had broken in the lock, taking his total to four. He threw it with the others, shattered on the ground below,...
The old dwarven saying was true; in each mine, a king, but all must bow before the High Mountain. For it is here, on this long stone table that sits beneath the tattered banners, that decisions are made that don’t...
It was impossible not to hear the roaring crowds. Their jubilant voices drifted in through the windows from the people-choked streets. Amelia didn’t find them too hard to ignore, however, as she was too busy staring at the black fingers...
