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27th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), two bells after highsun My heart cheered by the time that I spent at the Halls of Justice, I now turn my steps to the Font of Wisdom. I am cautious, looking around warily as I walk. But I see no one suspicious on my way... Continue Reading →
It has been a long time since I’ve been up for researching and playing with recipes. Or documenting my cooking. Bit of a kitchen-centered block, I suppose. Due to a combination of general life busyness and, more insurmountably, growing moroseness at the state of the world beyond my own culinary safe space. It felt like... Continue Reading →
What is this picture doing here? Huh, weird… Saer Hilde Drosshelver, Weapons Master of the Order of the Gauntlet. And Hammer of Moradin: NPC, Gold Dwarf. This gifted weapons-maker and warrior is, um, very impressive. Her, er, skills, make a very strong impression on Elodie. Who has developed a whole new thirst for knowledge. I... Continue Reading →
Lady Jeryth Phaulkonmere, Chosen of Mielikki: NPC, not-entirely Human. Meeting this living garden, apotheosis of the goddess of Nature, is a magical moment for all of our company. But, most especially for Elie and Sister, who receive the blessing of their goddess and are sworn in as members of the Emerald Enclave.
Graham Sweetwater: NPC Human. Eldest son of Kel Sweetwater, neighbor to the Snobeedles, and their rival in the orchard-growing and beverage-brewing business. Kel Sweetwater: NPC, Human. Patriarch of the Sweetwater clan and a formidable presence. The question of whether he is as shamefully prejudiced against Halflings as he appears remains open. He is certainly wounded... Continue Reading →
27th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), one bell after highsun Passing through the now-familiar training courtyard, I see members of the Order of the Gauntlet, mostly Human and Dwarven, practicing archery. Among them is the young woman that I had such a pleasant talk with in the Records Hall. I wave to... Continue Reading →
27th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), one bell before highsun. I had been brushing delighted fingers against some of the nodding blooms lining our path. Now, startled, I drop my hand, Turning in place, I try to decide where to direct my respectful bow. “I am Lady Jeryth, Chosen of Mielikki. Eliana... Continue Reading →
27th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), nine bells after highmoon Good Morning to you!” The rider calls politely. “I wonder, have you seen a young man on your travels hereabouts? Looks like me. My brother, in fact. Lester, my brother, did not come home last night. Have you seen him?” “We... Continue Reading →
26th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), ten bells after highsun. “Poppy, we know that you are a good girl. And we know that what happened was not your fault. But can you tell us a little about your corn husk dolls? How many were there? And when did they start talking to... Continue Reading →
Tears of the Seldarine 