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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 →
Our party owes much to Eliana Cooper. Not least of which is maintaining the proper priorities in regards to regular meal times. When possible, Elie eats Hin-style. Meaning several more food-stops each day than Elodie - eager, impatient, and driven - and Vaikner - contemplative, curious, and distracted - are accustomed to. Still, they were... Continue Reading →
Pesky and eventually competent guard at the Court of the White Bull: NPC, Human male, we initially encounter him snoring at his post but, due to entirely understandable circumstances mostly beyond Elodie’s control, he does eventually wake up. And becomes a slight impediment to our speedy and stealthful departure from the stable. Elodie practices guile.... 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 →
My OC: Elodie Skyshard TTRPG: DnD 5e Age: 50 years old Race: Element-touched (Air Genasi) but Half-Elven, no Human heritage. Height: 5’6” Gender: She/Her Class: Paladin, NG, Oath of the Free Sky (home-brew). Story/Background: Elodie was born and raised in the Aerie of the Snow Eagles, the last safe nest of the Avariel hidden on... Continue Reading →
So, being embroiled in the (apparently endless) house-move that has been our summer means not enough time to write or cook or play or read. There is just far too much tedious adulting filling our lives right now… But all of the packing, carrying, driving, unpacking, and progressively more ruthless purging of our possessions does... 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 →
Charred Grapes and Halloumi Cheese Skewers, marinated and grilled. Serves 6-8 as a side dish. Our adventurers (and adventurous cooks) may still be recovering from the sausage in a bun marathon of last session (and GenCon and GenCon-Covid and house-move-in-progress). And the food options at the Blackstaff’s Tower were a little sparse. Or rather, our... Continue Reading →
Saer Ambrosius Everrest: NPC, Human male, Doomguide of Kelemvor and Keeper of the City of the Dead, Chevall in the Order of the Gauntlet. A little grim, maybe a touch overly formal, definitely sleep-deprived. But very pleasingly…devout. So refreshing to meet another knight who appreciates the proper satisfaction gained from smiting evil. And he is... Continue Reading →
For a while, whenever I closed my eyes, all I saw were crowds of people milling about in my brain. So many amazing t-shirts, so little time to yell compliments as everyone hurried by to their next event! 🙂 This was my first time at GenCon. At any big gaming convention, in fact. It went... Continue Reading →
Tears of the Seldarine 