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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.), 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 →
Tears of the Seldarine 