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28th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (D.R. 1492), morning. Our third challenge has begun! Mirt steps down into the dusty training yard and saunters towards us. His cane glints gold and he twirls it casually while he walks. He is grinning widely. I feel as if my limbs were suddenly filled with lead. Having... Continue Reading →
28th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (D.R. 1492), shortly after dawn. As it happens, I am quite early. The street in front of Mirt’s estate is empty. I walk cautiously down overgrown paths towards the main house. It towers above the city, perched on an outcropping of rock that juts out over the sea... Continue Reading →
This beautiful piece is The Warrior's Assault by Merilliza Chan. It was the inspiration for Lament, created by our GM, the absolute master of making memorable NPCs. The Ferrets of Phandalin:So, something a little different here. The group of intrepid adventurers that Elodie - wide-eyed, impressed, only, ahem, mildly envious - sees emerging from the... Continue Reading →
27th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), shortly before highmoon. After talking to Mirt, I knew that I would need to seek out Durnan. And, here at his tavern, I may also find Volo. I can hope that the wily writer has uncovered new information for me about the Tears! And then…then there... Continue Reading →
Well, things are, in a flagrantly ridiculous understatement, not better. Taking joy in baking and blogging is not meaningful resistance. But, fortunately, intricate decorating skills are not required to at least get a punchy topping added to your bake. "Fuck Ice": short, sweet, and simple to accomplish in frosting. I am writing this in grim... Continue Reading →
27th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), ten bells after highsun Mirt, Uza, and I stop in the wide doorway of the Lightsinger Theater. Fodder keeps going, plodding down the sweeping marble stairs and disappearing across the street. I briefly wonder whether the downpour will not damage him but realize that the marvelous... Continue Reading →
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.Â
Tears of the Seldarine 