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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 →
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.), 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 →
Tears of the Seldarine 