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  • That's What I'm Talking About

    *Far, the 6th day of Lharvion* I must say, I had forgotten the joy of practicing my art with the blade. The day started with the feeling that little chance of swordplay would present itself with the planning and execution of moving our camp to a more …

  • Working on my skills

    *Zol, the 10th day of Lharvion* I've attempted to raise morale amongst the shipwrecked castaways during the last week but with limited success. I may have to change my delivery or tell different tales. During battle, I am sure I could inspire my …

  • Chilled To The Bone

    *Wir, the 11th day of Lharvion* The two ghouls climbed up towards us in a maddening rush and panic made my hands instantly burst out in sweat. I had to close my eyes tightly a couple of times before I could begin to do anything against this threat, …

  • My Heart Has Wings!

    *Far, the 13th day of Lharvion* She has to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Not an hour goes by that I don't open this golden locket and stare at Aeshamara's visage painted within. I can see why the specter of Captain Avret Kinkarian …

  • 'Dat Was Close!

    *Mol, the 16th day of Lharvion* Sitting at this evening's campfire it is hard not to hear the groans that the orc Dadak is making while he nurses those cracked ribs. He was inches from death's door and only my splash of healing draught kept him on …

  • This Island Is A Forge

    *Zol, the 17th day of Lharvion* Growing up, I remember escaping my tutors and slinking down to watch the family’s blacksmith do his work. There is only so much diplomacy and courtly skills that a young mind such as mine could take day in and day out …

  • The Power Of Love

    *Far, the 20th day of Lharvion* When Joffa, Pol, Dadak and I did not return from our search of the island yesterday, Sasha must have believed we had run into more trouble than we could handle. Although I am dismayed at her little regard for our …

  • Could This Be

    *Sar, the 21st of Lharvion* At last, we have found the lighthouse we have been searching for. There it is, surrounded by several buildings, showing a semblance of civilization that I did not realize I had been missing so deeply. Still, I approach it …

  • Swordplay in the afternoon

    *Sul, the 22nd of Lharvion* Ah, there it is, the silver of my blade is finally visible again. The blood of my enemies has finally been wiped off and I can see its shining surface once again. My uncle’s blade felt like a thing alive as I thrust it to …

  • She Is Not Done With Us Yet

    *Sul, the 22nd day of Lharvion* The euphoria I felt from our recent battle with those cannibals at the lighthouse is lessened every time I think about that vile hag leading them. I had her within the reach of my blade and stupidly let myself be …

  • Challenged

    *Sul, the 22nd of Lharvion* Klorax is out there issuing us a challenge to come out and try to defeat him. What a story this would make to my Aeshamora if I were to step out of the temporary safety of this lighthouse and take up this challenge! Just …

  • He Is At The Door

    *Sul, the 22nd of Lharvion* Klorak is out there. I can hear him threatening his cronies to more effort and I know that this door will not hold for much longer. Let him come! I am waiting for him. I am ready, my sword is at my side and thirsty for …

  • Klorak Is No More

    *Sul, the 22nd of Lharvion* (Chorus) He swung his blade hard and he, hit his intention. Stood up to Klorak, fear was no intervention. The swiftness of the strike his foes will surely rue, one sure thing about him, Kreshton always strikes true …

  • Son Of A Bitch

    *Wir, the 25th of Lharvion* I used to think there was nothing worse, short of death, for a captain to lose his ship. Now I have changed my mind. There is nothing worse than a captain that deliberately sinks his ship. It seems that Captain Kovak has …

  • Jenivere Revenged

    *Zor, the 26th of Lharvion* As I catch my breath against this damp cavern wall, I have a quick moment to think about the events of this day. I expected I’d have to persuade Pol, Joffa and Dadak to go down into Mother Cyst’s lair, but it seemed each …

  • I am in love!

    *Sar, the 28th of Lharvion* Little did I suspect that I would find anyone as beautiful, as comely as this wood sprite Aycenia. When I am not thinking of feats of bravery I can do in her name, I want to just sit in the shade of her immense banyan tree …

  • Lady Luck

    *Wir, the 4th day of Barrakas* The more I dream, the more I learn about Lady Luck and her temperament. The proof is right here at my side. Mischief’s Blade, which was once wielded by the powerful arm of my uncle has helped to drive her whims into my …

  • Moss Island, Not Much Fun

    *Zor, the 5th day of Barrakas* I woke that morning before the sun rose to put together my thoughts about what us castaways had planned for the day ahead. Off in the distance, the grey mound that is an island sat and I could almost smell the fungus in …

  • Forced Downtime

    *Far, the 6th day of Barakas* The storm raged around us and it quickly became obvious that an overturned dinghy would not be sufficient protection for long. From brief looks I made of the weather, I could see a strong storm, common to this part of the …

  • Aycenia, Here I Come

    *Mol, the 9th day of Barakas* Everywhere about us the moss and fungus that has plagued this island is beginning to wither and die. The mission that the dryad Aycenia has sent us on is done and I dream of the reward that she will be giving me, I mean …

  • A Conversation with Pol

    *Zol, the 10th day of Barrakas* Pol approached me earlier this day to bend my ear for a moment. I expected him to share stories about our combat prowess but he once again proved too modest and instead gave me something of a lecture. From his words, I …

  • Catching Up To Do

    *Sar, the 14th day of Barakas* I’ll admit it, I was grumpy. And that grumpiness is what made me so sullen and unwilling to do anything else to help get off this island. The dryad Aycenia tasked us castaways to find out what was the cause of the …

  • I Flew Today

    *Sul, the 15th day of Barakas* The Red Mountain Demon was a fearsome beast. Its large bat-like wings cast a shadow on the ground as it flew above us and its three-toothed jaw dripped saliva down its neck. The quick thinking Joffa struck it with a blast …

  • Pain! Oh, the pain!

    *Sul, the 15th day of Barakas* Once again, skeletons seem to be the bane of my existence. As we entered the passageways of the Azlanti temple, things were looking up. None of us had a scratch on us, Dadak had most of his spells, my sword was bright …

  • I'm Starting To Like This Guy

    *Mol, the 16th of Barakas* When I first saw that one of the Jenivere passengers was a Catfolk, I was surprised. He was the first catfolk that I had ever seen and his mannerisms were definitely different than most folk. Sure, in Zilargo, the main race …

  • Traps!

    *Mol, the 16th of Barakas* The whole time we’ve been down here in this lost Azlantian temple we have been greeted by traps and pitfalls. Twice, only my quick reflexes and my keen eyes have saved me from tumbling down into a pit trap, possibly to my …

  • Confrontations

    *Mol, the 16th of Barakas* Up, on her dias waited the snake priestess. She was obviously waiting for us, ready and prepared, and most likely alerted to our presence from the sound of those bronze doors falling down and pinning Pol and me to the ground …

  • Off In The Distance

    h3. _*Kreshton's Epilogue for Smuggler's Shiv*_ *Zor, the 26th of Barrakas* As I lean onto the railing of this rescue ship, Smuggler’s Shiv slowly disappears behind me into the horizon. It feels wonderful to have a deck beneath my feet once again. …

  • Civilization!

    *Zor, the 5th of Rhaan* through *Sar, the 21st of Rhaan* Stormreach, the gateway to the interior of Xen'Drik was a welcome sight after more than two months shipwrecked on that accursed island, Smuggler's Shiv. Two months of deprivation, scorching hot …

  • A Week In Eleder

    *Zol, the 24th of Rhaan* Once we had agreed to journey with Aerys' patron on our search for Savnh-Yhi, she put us in touch with a fine captain called Kasada Lewin of the Free Captains of the Shackles. I feel remiss …

  • Still At Large

    *Sul, the 1st day of Sypheros* Days after rescuing Aerys from the clutches of Umagro and his Brotherhood of Freemen cronies, several Breland constables showed up at the door of the group's temporary warehouse hideout in Eleder. Instantly I thought of …

  • Leaving Eleder

    *Sul, the 8th day of Sypheros* I would really hate to be part of her crew when Captain Lewin becomes vexed at them for not following her orders. She came down on all of us for not laying low in Eleder like instructed …

  • The Time Has Come

    *Zor, the 12th of Sypheros* ... to hit the road, again. Time to pay my tab at all the fine (and not so fine) taverns and inns that I have been frequenting here in Eleder. Time to break a couple of hearts with my …

  • Swordplay In The Morning

    *Wir, the 18th of Sypheros* There was not much call for swordplay in Eleder and to tell the truth, I did not expect things to go this far this morning. Joffa alerted us in time to intercept that comely female barbarian and her pet dinosaur before she …

  • Almost Time To Dance

    *Sar, the 21st of Sypheros* The jungle sounds outside are muffled by the walls of this hut I am waiting in. Dadak is kneeling with his eyes closed next to me, his massive great axe held lightly in his hands. Somewhere above us, outside in the …

  • Once More

    *Wir, the 18th of Sypheros* Once more, my adventures lead me underground and once more, undead lay ahead. I clutch Aeshamara's locket at my chest and struggle not to tremble. The thought of undead still does this to …

  • The Many Faces Of Dadak

    *Zol, the 24th of Sypheros* I must say, Dadak is starting to become quite a asset to our little party. He helped to make those two months shipwrecked on Smuggler's Shiv less of a burden. I'm not talking just about …

  • Unwelcome

    *Sar, the 28th of Sypheros* Well, that wasn't very nice of them! Captain Lewin did tell us, before we left Eleder, that the townsfolk of Kalabuto may be unenthusiastic seeing adventurers like us strolling into their town. Still, I did not expect it …

  • Awake

    *Wir, the 4th of Aryth* I can still feel the blade sliding between my ribs. I can still feel the chaos of the battle raging around me. The eyes of my assailants surrounding me seemed to pour out heat. The poison on their blades rendered me unable to …

  • Ambushed

    *Far, the 6th of Aryth* Long days of paddling has brought us to this riverbank and this ambush. I am a man of the sea and paddling a canoe, especially upstream, does little to quench my appetite. The smell of the water is all wrong; there's no salt …

  • River Battle

    *Sar, the 7th of Aryth* The rumble of the nearby waterfall and rapids must have hit a nerve deep down in Dadak's psyche. I woke from a deep slumber to the sound of Dadak jumping up and roaring at the four visible moons. Instantly, I was standing next …

  • Intense Mien

    *Sul the 8th or Aryth* The look of grim determination on Pol’s face was intense. When that dark cloud erupted from the still shape of the dire ape that had just attacked us and coalesced into the even darker shape of a demon, there was a shocked …

  • Dodge, Dodge, Awww

    *Zol, the 10th of Aryth* This needs to stop happening. Once again I find myself coming to after the battle is won. Once again, my defenses have been overcome and I slip into darkness with only the strength of my companions to save the day. I …

  • Jungle Passage

    *Zol, the 10th of Aryth continued* This jungle terrain is really messing with my style. During a fight, I prefer to move around, to duck under swings, or to hop onto a table and attack from there. I like to spring into action, attack and move away …

  • That Could Have Gone Better

    *Zor, the 19th of Aryth* At first, the Eloko seemed quite formidable, but once I gripped my sword in my hand, I was able to spring and dance between them, dealing pain and wounds aplenty. The only thing that hampered my attack was this damn jungle …

  • Ladies, Beautiful Ladies

    *Mol, the 23rd of Aryth* I could not believe my ears. Coming from the river bank ahead I could hear the splashing of water and the laughter of women. Were my ears deceiving me knowing that I had been longing for the sound of a female’s voice after so …

  • I Need to Step Up My Game

    *Far, the 6th of Vult* Remarkable that it has only been a little over five months since we were all shipwrecked on Smuggler’s Shiv. We were just novices back then, just a group of inexperienced castaways hoping to survive. Then this Serpentfolk …

  • Almost Lost A Friend

    *Far, the 6th of Vult* From around the corner the buzzing produced a large, man-sized monstrosity; a humongous wasp. Instinctively, I tossed by axe at it and moved back towards the center of the room. I was joined there by Dadak a moment later. I …

  • A Fine Blade Indeed

    *Far, the 6th of Vult* Something has occurred in the last couple of days that was unexpected. I pulled my rapier, Mischief’s Blade, from its scabbard and was struck by its brightness. Something floated up from the depths of my mind telling me of the …

  • Just Not My Day

    *Sar, the 7th of Vult* *(Wheeze)* Except for not dying in my sleep, the day did not start off well at all. Pol has been stepping up to the front, doing a majority of the exploring of Tazion while I’ve usually kept to rear guard. Logically, rear guard …

  • Six Months Ago

    *Zol the 3th of Nymm* *_Place: Trolanport, Zilargo. Ambassador’s Residence_* Good, good. I think tonight will be the night. Months of waiting has finally paid off. It looks like my parents will be engrossed with their new elven court bard for …

  • This Is Not Yarzoth

    *Sar, the 7th of Vult* A serpentfolk lies dead at our feet, but he is not Yarzoth the priestess we fought on Smuggler’s Shiv six months ago. This disturbs me. I felt sure that we would encounter her here in Tazion. Perhaps she has the fourth stone …

  • The Hidden City

    h3. _*Kreshton's Epilogue for Racing To Ruin*_ *Mol, the 9th of Vult* I headed towards the last pillar and placed the moonstone in the socket, just like the unspoken directions had shown me, and stepped back. The wonder on Dadak’s face, standing …

  • Bloody Saventh-Yi!

    Sigh. More blood on my shirt. This time, it is monkey blood, poor things. Looks like my night will be spent with a spell or two to clean the mess. Oh! And several rents – when did those get there! Those damn monkeys …

  • That Pleases Me

    Well, I felt useless today. There we were, exploring the ruins of a ziggurat, when from out of the darkness above us, what I can only call a dire bat attacked; it was much, much larger, though. Something caught my …

  • Reflections In Firelight

    I’m beginning to suspect that my Uncle Saleron was less than truthful when I spent those winters at his knee and he told me of his exploits in and around Khorvaire. Oh, I don’t think that he lied about everything, but I’ve …

  • The Light of the Sun

    Wow. That thing casts quite a shadow. Sword in hand, I look up into the skies above Saventh-Yi and I see something I never expected to see. There, about 60 feet away is a huge, monstrous ape with wings and its …

  • Shines On Me Again

    Heh! That was amazing. Everyone came together and did their part in fighting that fiendish, dire, flying ape monster, Dadak almost gave his LIFE! He definitely has what it is that heroes are made of. Twice that …

  • Cool Side of My Pillow

    I hate to complain, but… Can’t a man get some sleep around here? This day has gone on forever. We woke up early - at least too early for my liking - so that we could take this new guy Kasada Lewin wanted to saddle us …

  • I Can't Believe It!

    I can’t believe it, we’ve let another powerful serpentfolk escape us alive! First it was that damned priestess, Yarzoth, in the bowels of the lost temple on Smuggler’s Shiv. Now, a powerful mage in the shape of a humanoid …

  • Ain't I Something!?

    Nope. Nope. Something is wrong here with this strange woman we've met. I gave her my most charming smile. I’ve spoken to her like she is a highborn lady. I’ve done my best to impress her. But I did not receive the …

  • Enough Is Enough, Woman!

    This is just ridiculous. Now, I know she’s up to something, but I can’t seem to prove it to my friends. I tried to catch her in a lie by calling her Zakayya (the succubus), but she didn’t even flinch. Her response was …

  • Battle's Aftermath

    Leif’s leafy bulk against the cellar door gives me the courage to close my eyes and finally get some sleep. I’ve been obsessed, I admit it, that Egsamora was trouble and I’ve only slept fitfully the last couple of days. …

  • New District, New Problems

    We seem to be getting nowhere in this new district of Saventh-Yi. All we have found are violent troglodytes roaming the city. There does seem to be some method to their actions; they are definitely separated into patrols …

  • This is my sword

    This is my sword. There are none like it, and this one is mine. My sword is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My sword, without me, is useless. Without my sword, I am useless. I must wield my sword true. …