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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 →
23 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), seven bells after highmoon. I wake from a dream of a Kenku, blood welling bright from a large hole in her chest. She is cawing hopelessly and she clutches onto Quen. I watch, unmoved, as she scrabbles to use my sword to stop herself from sinking... Continue Reading →
22 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), late evening. Healed and energized by our time at Helm’s Hall, we soon find ourselves on Zastrow Street again. Approaching Candle Lane, its winding darkness sending a shiver of dread through my air, I see that there is an inn at the junction of these roads.... Continue Reading →
22 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), nine bells after highsun. The waning moon has set and it is very dark when we reach the entrance to Candle Lane once again. It is still very uninviting but, as before, all is quiet. We move stealthily through the alley, slipping from one velvety shadow... Continue Reading →
22 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), shortly after highsun. “Well, let’s get this over with. As quickly as possible.” Eliana says, taking one last regretful look at her empty plate and then turning her glare on George. He smiles at her sweetly, seemingly unruffled. “George, you will be staying here. Don’t even... Continue Reading →
22 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), highsun. The man I face across the bar is dangerous. I know this. I know that he is an experienced, ruthless, and deadly fighter. His small build and his slightly hunched posture as he carefully wipes down the counter with a soft cloth do nothing to... Continue Reading →
The child curls her toes over the edge of the crevasse, smiling with delight as they sink into lush growth of spring grass. She gazes down into the deep ravine, noting the sharp cut-off where meadow ends and snowy cliff-side begins. She chuckles, pleased with the interplay of simple vibrant colors around her. The sky-blue... Continue Reading →
Tears of the Seldarine 