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Unseen Companions We climb down from Viggo's rope trick, refreshed and stronger for our troubles. We listen for any changes in the place. The door to the north is open. I notice the cobwebs on the ceiling moving slightly. It must be that little invisible devil that Viggo wants to make into a...

Looking at the lift in Tears of the Burning Sky. It stops at each floor. What's on each floor? Can the PC's get off and explore, or is it just a stop for a trap?

As Fafnir approaches he sees the altar is not ruined, but rewritten. A slab of pale stone sits at the heart of the sanctuary, its surface carved over again and again. Deep gouges form the rigid lines of the Ragesian Torch, cut hard enough into the altar to bite shadows into the stone, though...

The entry doors we came in through are reinforced by immovable rods, operated by buttons and the word "holdoor". We extract and take them; they'll be useful somewhere. The top door is locked, so Osnald turns invisible and slips through the main double doors. (Osnald tells a momentary story...

Our breath mists as the temperature drops within this sunken chamber. The sound of rattling chains is heard ahead. Osnald brings forth dancing lights. Behind bars we see frost forming on the bars in the form of handprints, as if gripped by an invisible child. "Whoever ye are, ye can stay where...

We Have Always Lived in the Castle After moving single-file through the narrow hallway, we enter a high, wide chamber, its ceiling lost in soot-dark ribs of stone. The air is thick, pressing faintly against the lungs. The mosaic floor is slick with dust and powdered mortar. As our eyes adjust...

"Are you from Ragesia?" asks Jorrina, one of the gnomes. "Or are you here to explore the castle, as we are?" Viggo telepathically speaks in our heads, warning us not to tell them of our true intent. Trevor spits on the ground at the mention of Ragesians, so our allegiances likely seem obvious...

Another Day, Another Storm, There Is No Need to Keep Us Warm We notice that we are all covered in a thin veil of ash, drifting from the sky. Had the battle gone longer it might have impeded vision. A black rain falls heavily for a few seconds, then stops. A small animal dies nearby. Trevor...

The Battle of Gathin, or How We Routed Some Ragesian Punks A band of Ragesian mounted soldiers are browbeating a local, while the townsfolk stand nervously nearby, shouting at the soldiers to leave them alone and stop taking their food and drink. Trevor nudges Osnald forward, and the bard...

The Orb of Storms, Lassoed Outside, the storm lessens. The wind no longer screams, but circles like an oncoming tornado. A vast shadow passes over the shattered glass and stone: the Tempest. It is just visible through the torn roof, lighting flowing along its hull. Pilus and Longinus exist and...

Caella, Displeased Hoping to keep her talking, I remain downstairs, calling up to her. "We agree that there's too much war. Who's your master, and what's the plan?" My friends dash up the stairs around the tower's interior. I can barely see what's going on, but lightning, bullish angels...

We come to the realization that this group of creatures might have been the first group sent from Seaquen on this mission, and feel some regret for killing them. But we couldn't have known, for they thawed out only upon death. More Sickly Laboratory Scenery, Which Viggo Loves A large cold metal...

The Laboratory in the Wind, Except It's Not A tower rises from jagged rocks, sixty paces high. A balcony can be seen. We hope Caella is too busy to look out the windows. Strong winds blow from above. We approach, while Viggo sees through his familiar's eyes. I take his arm and walk alongside...

[This was in lieu of Defenders of the Sacred Valley.] The Aptly-Named Valley of Storms We board the gigantic craft, and despite its self-lashing of lightning and wind, the ride is smooth. I realize that I have no fear of heights as we rise above the clouds and begin soaring to the east toward...

I aim at the elemental between Fafnir and a large dead tree. I pin it to the trunk with an arrow, and it vanishes into a cloud. I hit the other. "Pay attention to the nice keyword, next time," I grumble. Trevor slashes and thrashes without success at the remaining air elemental. Osnald mocks...