Tag: Race To Ruin

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  • 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 …