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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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
25 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), sometime after highmoon. I am flying again. The light around me dazzles with its red-gold brilliance. The same undulating crimson dunes stretch out below me. The desert wind is dry and thin but my wings are gloriously strong. I soar higher, rising with the heat in... Continue Reading →
24 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), close to eleven bells after highsun. “Well, whatever is troubling this Uza person,” Eliana states glumly. “I do not want to be dealing with it in this dress.” “No.” I agree earnestly. “As Waterdeep is warded against dragons, it seems very unlikely that we will be... Continue Reading →
23 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), close to highmoon. The Tower of Sehanine Moonbow is at its most bewitching during the nighttime hours. It glows under starlight as if the Moon Goddess were infusing her living light into its very walls. It shimmers with the myriad silver lanterns that are borne aloft... Continue Reading →
23 Mirtul, 1492 D.R., Year of Three Ships Sailing. Early evening. “Um. Yeah. Like I was saying.” Eliana takes a step back from the glaring message on the door. “Last Call? That sounds terribly menacing.” I whisper. “What do you think it means?” “Perhaps it is the last call for help? Before something even worse... Continue Reading →
Tears of the Seldarine 