Chapter Twenty-seven: The Wanderer

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 →

Chapter Nineteen: Husked.

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 →

Chapter Fifteen: A Guiding Hand.

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 →

Chapter Eleven: A Grave Concern.

25th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.) - six bells after highsun. Six Bells strikes as we leave the Blackstaff’s Tower behind us. The Halls of Justice are nearby. This part of the Deep is still bathed in golden light. But, as the sun approaches the restless sea- horizon, the shadow of Mount... Continue Reading →

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