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Khalid leaned back in his chair, mouth agape. He looked to Gorak and saw the same surprise mirrored in his grim expression. Shayla was staring down at her hands, hair covering her face, but when she looked up, her expression was unreadable. After a moment of stunned silence, Arbaq repeated...

Khalid could only pray Gorak's magick would hold and that the tunnel was straight, blinded as he was by the flames that engulfed him. This time, unlike most others, the gods were apparently listening and he burst free from the tunnel into clear air as his magical protection faded away with the...

“I'm guessing them devils didn't take up forging,” Azarek rasped. “Ah, this place was supposed to be abandoned, yes, quite,” Khalid whispered in frustration, as they stopped the lift. “Well it ain't,” Gorak growled. “Now what?” “The forge is what we're looking for,” Shayla pointed out. “And...

No update just yet, but I commissioned some AI pictures of our intrepid heroes (I got two for Shayla for the before and after - I have another for Khalid as well, but it's more of a concept picture, and might spoil some things to come). These are just the drafts, the final versions are 8k and...

With no chance to physically intervene, and unsure if the creature was even capable of intelligent thought, Khalid raged against the ether with the entire force of his will. WAIT! IF YOU KILL HIM WE WILL DESTROY YOU! A moments hesitation in the beast's assault gave him a glimmer of hope...

“It's cutting the chains!” Gorak roared, somewhat unnecessarily. Feathers began to sprout from his arms as he lifted them above his head. Hopping up onto the edge of the swinging cauldron, he stepped off the edge, body twisting and morphing into the form of a giant eagle. With a powerful...

Intro: This campaign is set in the world of Al-Qarin and in real time, actually started before the campaign detailed in my longer story hour, although the events take place roughly contemporaneously with the doings of Khalid, Gorak and Shayla. The campaign started with Galeman gming of course...

CHAPTER 8: A MOUNTAIN CALLED MARTOK Khalid, still weary from the battle in the village and fretting over the fate of the staff, was in a rare mood. “Ah, our business here is none of your concern,” he snapped. “And you’re no bed of roses from the downwind side either I suspect. Yes, quite.”...

Heh, I'm amazed that anybody read this thing in the first place, much less is still following it after all this time. The game hasn't ended, but it's pretty much dormant at this point. We all live in different cities now, and while there was some brief hope Galeman would move back to this side...

Struggling to regain his senses through a fog of pain, Khalid's first thought was that he'd been attacked by Vestalt's minions. Trying to scramble away from the pointed horns with that filled his vision, he flopped about like a landed fish, until slowly his vision cleared, and Azarek's face...

Seriously. Looking back at some old comments I made, I peg this part somewhere around the summer of 2005. We actually played a session not too long ago which was awesome...playing that is, not the session itself. That was disasterous. Of course, in Galeman's game, if there isn't plenty of...

As the last of the tentacles withdrew, Azarek gathered himself up for a charge, sword held back over his shoulder. He took a half dozen steps forward as a figure emerged from the tunnel. Seeing Azarek bearing down on him, the man yelled, “Hold! Hold! Allies!” and tried to duck Azarek. Pulling...

Gorak sprinted to Geoff's side, roaring out the words to one of his most potent restorative spells. Grabbing Geoff and hauling him to his feet, he shouted, “ Keep singing! Keep the ritual going!” “I can't,” Geoff replied, his voice trembling and hoarse. Despite Gorak's aid, his face was...

I suspect that it's more that the story itself has become more interesting, rather than any improvement on my part (there's only so many ways to describe casting sleep...) but thanks. And thanks for all of the bumps during the long delays between posts - I've cracked the page on the next update...

Another drop fell. “That can't be good,” Gorak growled. “We'd better put a stop to that right quick. “Anybody got a bucket?” Shayla asked with a grim smile. “I don't think it's going to be that simple,” Geoff replied, an inscrutable look on his face. Cupping his hand, he held it out and...

A particularly violent snore from Azarek startled Khalid awake. Seizing the cowl of his robe, he pulled it over his head in a vain attempt to recapture the fleeting remnants of sleep but all too quickly thoughts of the coming day boiled up in his mind and immediately rendered sleep impossible...