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Crimson Menagerie: The Scion Risen Suddenly he found himself standing over the woman and he knew her. “Veyna, please rise,” he bid her and she did, a look of wonder on her face. “The legend is true,” she breathed, “you will know those of Cormyr as if they were your kin.” He considered and...

Crimson Menagerie: The Scion Risen A grassy hilltop overlooked the city of Tilverton, a pastoral town really, but large enough. It was a sunny day and there was a nice breeze, his nose caught the scent of new grass and growing things. And the whiff of something sweet and sickening, the smell...

Once they had returned to the docks and the warehouse, made introductions all around and found all of S’lann’s gear, some booty for their troubles and they found themselves making plans yet again. “What!?” Adama nearly shouted as heard Elim’s idea. “You prefer Skree’a’s method of...

Unseen in the darkness a Lizardman crawled from the water carrying what appeared to be a pack on its shoulders, though it detached as soon as they were clear of the water. “Ugh,” Squirrel shook himself and the layers of fabric he wore, “glad I am now that this is a warm night.” The Lizardman...

A few minutes later the three bloodied ex-slaves sat on the flagstones and sipped their healing draughts, trying to recover from the injuries that had taken. Gnolls and humans weren’t an easy battle unless they were green, though none of these had been green at all. “That was a bit different…”...

Adama snapped the compass shut and turned back to Kilmor and Elim. “There,” he pointed to a barge floating at the dock, just beyond the warehouse they were facing. They’d already been able to detect that S’lann’s key was in the warehouse, so that meant most of his gear was there too. “Two...

S’lann awoke, head aching and brain fuzzy, smelling things he’d prefer not to. His mouth tasted of vomit and his head felt stuffed full of cotton and he ached madly. Fortunately he had held his shape while he’d been knocked out, thanking his demonic heritage for that little blessing. He was...

“Ho Desore!” came the call from the gate guard-in-charge atop the wall. “’Got slaves for the block?” Kilmor quickly rifled his memory and raised his hand, grinning. “Telkan! Yep, bringing in some fresh meat!” “Pass away, pass away!” Desore called to the archers lining the wall, several of them...

The deed was done and Elim had watched it all, the spooky way Kilmor had stared at the human laid out unconscious before him as he knelt and chanted under his breath. After many minutes and repetitions of the chant, Kilmor’s body had become indistinct around the edges and blurred, turning into a...

It took them almost no time to set up their ambush or to get in position, for at the edge of the forest a little way to the east; there were some boulders and larger trees. Elim took the high road, perched amongst the boulders so that the patrollers would have to come up to get him with swords...

Meanwhile, back in the woods Adama, Kilmor and Elim had spent a restful evening in the forest, Elim having spent a little time screening off their clearing from casual observation and banking the fire to provide warmth but little light or smoke to give them away. They ate fish caught in the...

Another hour and some dickering saw him happily ensconced into a private room with a lock, a clean bed and a lock. The window was wide, on the third story and let in a fresh breeze from an enclosed garden below. He had had a bath and changed into clean clothes, though more appropriate to this...

Several hours later S’lann reflected on the journey and the people he’d seen. ‘Not met actually, just seen. The peasants of the area were surly and unfriendly. They greeted one another but they largely ignored strangers, giving them a wide berth on the road when possible or acting as if they...

The flight to Amruthar had been uneventful, for Elim at least. Kilmor was a shivering mess and Adama had sunk to lay flat on the ground, armor and all, for good while. He’d been stuttering and muttering since about halfway through it all. Skree’a said she didn’t mind the flight, since she’d been...

Another day passed and the deer-jerky was prepared, though still somewhat tender and unpreserved, it would do well to extend their rations a bit. Everyone lay for rest as Elim watched, watchful and yet musing. He was caught up in thoughts of his life now compared to what it had been thirty-odd...