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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 →
Ferny Tosstream of Hardbuckle: NPC, Halfling female, itinerant musician who, as it turns out, is not at all threatening. An accomplished lute player and gifted singer, she is also the more practically-minded of the Halfling performing pair that includes her cousin, Wilster. Or, perhaps, is less starved and therefore able to feel a completely understandable... Continue Reading →
Pip: PC, Grey Mouse and new companion to Eliana Cooper. Shares her appreciation for regular meals and, apparently, opera. Tomare Salibuck: NPC, Halfling male. Cousin to Madrak Salibuck, Renaer Neverember’s solicitor, deeply dubious about Volothamp Geddarm: in all a sensible, well-judging Halfling about town. Magistrate Silmerhelve: NPC, blue-skinned Tiefling female. Clerk at the Hall of... Continue Reading →
23 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), close to highmoon. The Tower of Sehanine Moonbow is at its most bewitching during the nighttime hours. It glows under starlight as if the Moon Goddess were infusing her living light into its very walls. It shimmers with the myriad silver lanterns that are borne aloft... Continue Reading →
Embra: NPC, Fire Genasi female, just your friendly neighborhood master weapons-crafter, probably not a fearsome warrior with a dark past. Patient wife of Avi, watchful and protective mother of Bekhir and Bekhora. Avi: NPC, Water Genasi male, friendly and charming armorer and co-owner of Steam and Steel (the approachable one). Loving husband of Embra, devoted... Continue Reading →
23 Mirtul, 1492 D.R., Year of Three Ships Sailing. Early evening. “Um. Yeah. Like I was saying.” Eliana takes a step back from the glaring message on the door. “Last Call? That sounds terribly menacing.” I whisper. “What do you think it means?” “Perhaps it is the last call for help? Before something even worse... Continue Reading →
22 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), late evening. Healed and energized by our time at Helm’s Hall, we soon find ourselves on Zastrow Street again. Approaching Candle Lane, its winding darkness sending a shiver of dread through my air, I see that there is an inn at the junction of these roads.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Tears of the Seldarine 