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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 →
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 →
Tears of the Seldarine 