Chapter Nineteen: Husked.

26th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), shortly after sunset The half-hearted rainfall has stopped. But there is a damp heaviness to the air. I wrinkle my nose: the sweetness of the blossoming orchards is now pressing in on all sides with cloying over-ripeness. The night is not fresh. Tatters of mist reach... Continue Reading →

Chapter Eighteen: Honeyed Words.

26th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), distressingly close to one bell after highsun. Or maybe a little after… I feel like I am floating along the shining white paths that lead me out into the streets of Waterdeep. The time I spent with Amber today has made me so happy! We did... Continue Reading →

Chapter Fifteen: A Guiding Hand.

26th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), just before dawn. I wake in the shy light that comes before true morning. It is the twenty-sixth of Mirtul and the night of the New Moon is two days away. This thought brings me to full awareness. I begin to stretch and then freeze, abruptly... Continue Reading →

Chapter Fourteen: Stable Condition.

25th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), perhaps an hour before high moon. We find our friend on the flower-wreathed hill where we first met Aundra; at the monument to the Battle of Waterdeep. Vaikner has wisely chosen an elevated vantage point for his watch. And his guard must have been quiet. He... Continue Reading →

Chapter Thirteen: Raising Questions.

25th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (D.R. 1492) - nine bells after highsun. “Oh good. You came back.” Eliana’s voice carries only a hint of impatience but she is stalking the crypts like an irritated snow lynx. “Yes. We found the stew.” I say happily. “Well, I’ve found traces of the spell casting. I... Continue Reading →

Chapter Twelve: Soul Line of Defense.

25th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.) - twilight. This close to New Moon night, the sky remains bereft of Sehanine Moonbow’s presence. But the stars shine out above us, steady and luminous, as we draw close to the Doomguide. The path we walk on is made up of finely crushed white stone.... Continue Reading →

Chapter Eleven: A Grave Concern.

25th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.) - six bells after highsun. Six Bells strikes as we leave the Blackstaff’s Tower behind us. The Halls of Justice are nearby. This part of the Deep is still bathed in golden light. But, as the sun approaches the restless sea- horizon, the shadow of Mount... Continue Reading →

Chapter Ten: A Book for a Blackstaff.

25th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing, 1492 D.R. - two bells after highsun.  I stare at the shimmering letters as they fade into the dimness. I spoke resolutely to my friends, urging them to help me plan an attack against the foul Hag. But now I struggle to rally my thoughts towards strategy. I... Continue Reading →

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