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Two days later we were still chuckling to ourselves. The Convent of the Six Sisters was still many days ride away across more desolate emptiness, and Argonne’s retelling of his tale lifted our spirits. We crested a small grassy hillock, and finally the landscape offered us something different...

Wow! 10,000 views. Just a quick note to say thank you for the great support over several years. I'm through all the material I had finished writing about 3 years ago, but rest assured the story (and campaign) continued. So now I'll be creating fresh material, hopefully my writing has improved...

We spent the evening in a tavern, all except Moxadder who had once again disappeared on his own business. We soon learnt that the Princess had left the city some two weeks previous and was currently in the Convent of the Six Sisters, a nunnery of the Veiled Sisters of Laster. It so happened we...

An hour later the monumental walled city of Morannin was etched on the horizon. The colossus that was the city loomed ahead of the approaching barges. Morannin was a hexagonal fortress with each of its six walls at least one hundred feet tall. The polished black walls looked as if they were made...

The next two days passed without incident. My companions had each received some sort of ‘gift’ from Taen, although none as harrowing as my own. Whilst I longed to try my new deformities and see if I could actually breathe underwater I resolved to do so in a more appropriate place. I did not...

Hovel is probably an understatement. Taen’s den was a shambles of filth, refuse and barely standing rotten timber walls. I know not how it even stood. There was no door as such just a triangular entrance formed by two planks butted against one another. A tattered and patched curtain was all...

The chamber in which I stood had once been some sort of throne room. A dais was at one end of the room and but the two gilded chairs upon it looked unkempt and disused. Stone statues of previous rulers stood in evenly-spaced alcoves on both walls that led from the door to the thrones. A few...

Chapter 16 – Welcome to the Fastness A hazy gloom greeted us. We were in Dominion lands now, where stories told the sun no longer shone. We had traveled more than a thousand miles north east of Riverglenn and the temple of Arkady Seth in only a few hours. The Star Chambers that the Gerechians...

Over the next three days we left each other to our own devices. My first business was to find a suitably skilled tanner to prepare the skins of the Beasts of Zzart, and then a tailor to create our cloaks. The remaining time I spent with a jovial wizard by the name of Kasrian who was willing to...

The following day we rode to Riverglenn to restock and supply before continuing our long journey to Morannin. It was during that ride that we could finally question Argonne as to where he had been since mysteriously flying away from the temple of Hutenkama. He revealed little, however, saying...

What was left of Morgan lay beside his broken bow, trampled in the battle. His chest did not move and his face was drained of colour. Argonne, who had been first to arrive, knelt above him muttering a strange incantation. We stood beside our fallen comrade each left with our own thoughts. He...

We stood within the perimeter of the battle circle. Morgan had strung his bow and absently strummed its string, all the while staring coldly at the trees in the distance that sheltered our adversaries. Stravarious casually sat upon a near by standing stone that marked the border of the circle...

************************ Sunlight streamed into the sparse room that I had been shown to the evening before. A dreamless night had refreshed me and left me feeling better than I had done since before the assassination of the King. By the time I found my companions in a large library, they had...

With another glance over my shoulder I saw that we had put some distance between the creatures of the Dominion. They themselves had given up the immediate chase and now walked, following us intently. Loping behind them was a huge figure that I had not seen before. It was at least one and half...

Chapter 15 – Libraries, a place for quiet contemplation As we broke camp and saddled the horses Morgan cried out in surprise, “Someone’s approaching!” Following his outstretched arm I saw a burly man casually step into the clearing. His long vest of strange interlinked mail clinked against his...