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26th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), shortly after sunset The half-hearted rainfall has stopped. But there is a damp heaviness to the air. I wrinkle my nose: the sweetness of the blossoming orchards is now pressing in on all sides with cloying over-ripeness. The night is not fresh. Tatters of mist reach... Continue Reading →
23 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), seven bells after highmoon. I wake from a dream of a Kenku, blood welling bright from a large hole in her chest. She is cawing hopelessly and she clutches onto Quen. I watch, unmoved, as she scrabbles to use my sword to stop herself from sinking... Continue Reading →
22 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), shortly after highsun. “Well, let’s get this over with. As quickly as possible.” Eliana says, taking one last regretful look at her empty plate and then turning her glare on George. He smiles at her sweetly, seemingly unruffled. “George, you will be staying here. Don’t even... Continue Reading →
Tears of the Seldarine 