Shinelian, It has been a few days since I have taken the time to write again here in my journal. It has taken time for the emotions of the horrific discovery of Valsanna the Snake Queen, our battle and near death but ultimate victory, combined with the celebration once the people of Saker’s Keep …
Category: Dungeons & Dragons
Serpentine Horror
Horror, depravity, sickness, and death. All of these are just words that fail to explain what I just experienced, experiences I shared with this mixed group of companions I have somehow bound myself to. My previous entry was almost my last, and given the indescribable horror in that cave, it would not have been a …
Saker’s Shock
Again, I must be brief as we are on the trail again after a very short and strange visit to Saker’s Keep and its city. I can honestly say that I am completely at a loss for words, although I will attempt to convey the level of depravity and horror within these lands, as quickly …
Nightly Scrawls
I scrawl this update relatively quickly, as we are once again at camp on the road, and the light has begun to fade with many other preparations to make before my watch. Yet more trouble potentially awaits us tomorrow, as we are traveling towards the larger community of Sakor’s Keep, one of the more significant …
Wounded Memories
Dark rain poured through the light forest, drenching everything in sight, something that would have been noteworthy if they had not been traipsing through the area for over an hour, and already soaked to the bone. The two archers had unstrung their bows to keep them dry. The four were one of two search …
Rising Doubt
Lirimaer, Reverie has brought little solace to my heart and spirit, neither have the spring rains of the last few days washed away the burning pain of my thoughts from the other evening. Meditations and prayers to Lorien and the rest of the Valar bring no hint of my next steps. The last few days …
Long Regrets
Mela en' coiamin, Spring has broken the pall of winter once again, and yet another year has passed since I have gazed on your glorious countenance or felt the exquisite harmonies of your music vibrate through my body. In the eye of my soul, I can see your lissome body dancing gracefully across the glade …
Where Tactics Go to Die!
The spring festivities truly kicked into gear upon the return of the child. However, one of my new compatriots had spotted smoke in the distance on our return. I had accompanied the farmer, Adelaide Shard, when she went to provide a report to the local noble of this community. To my surprise, a human wizard …
A Refreshing Interlude
As always, dear sister, a day among humans in this land of Axanar provides nearly a constant barrage of events. As I wrote last night, today began the spring festival of this small community. While certainly lacking in many of the colors, events and traditional sights we might expect to see at home, the village …
The High Horse
Dearest Sister, I have stumbled upon a small human keep and settlement, although keep is a grandeur description of this collection of human farmers. From visual inspection, this small community has seen peace for a long time. No evidence of militia or town watch, very few weapons other than the occasional farmer’s bow. Old walls, …
Lonesome Wanderer
Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva Close of Winter, My dear sister, I long to share the stories of my travel with you upon my return to Yasa Nalore. The strangeness of the lands through which I have ventured will provide for endless entertainment and re-telling upon my return. But as I journey through barren …
Love Letter
Shinelian, I am writing this letter on the deck of the Sun Runner on what is most likely my last evening on board. Jasyinne graciously agreed to extend his patrol to allow me to travel to Vasis in furtherance of my quest. It has been just over ten winters since we last partook of each …
False Landings
The sleek frigate tacked briskly towards the southwest, sails filled gloriously with the autumn prevailing winds, plowing furrows into the countervailing currents and chop heading southwest off the shores of the continent seen in the distance. The slowly setting sun glowed reddish, turning purple, playing hide and seek with the mild clouds seen …
Demonic Truth
The smell of death assaulted their senses, magnified to nearly an overwhelming physical sensation. The battered party feverishly ascended the curved ramp of the tower, the champion of Pelor halted a couple of levels below, struggling to contain the evil oozing out of the purple-black ball of energy. Wearily they entered onto an open platform …
Valiant Truth
The Black Hawk stands stolidly outside the door of the personal quarters. His ornately carved helm, symbol of the elite guard of Lady Blackbird, blocks the nervousness reflected in his visage. Newly appointed in the last couple of weeks as the guard expanded under Captain Kozar, he had not yet even been introduced officially …
Last Dreams 