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[Note: At this point, real-life concerns broke in – there was a huge blizzard coming, and the GM needed to leave. The rest of the session was therefore wrapped up over email. I’ll attempt to turn the brief exchange of emails into something that would be fun to read, because there’s some...

Another day’s ride south, and they saw it. An enormous wooden fortification rose up from the southern plains, surrounded by another several layers of outbuildings, tents, and makeshift stables. Dust wafted through the air, churned up by hundreds of feet as an enormous group of slaves, bound...

The parting between the Canberrians and Hanalians was much more cordial than their meeting – except for the bishop, who still glowered at everyone with vague discontent – and Kit and the Duke each promised to notify the other if they came across any sign of Anastasia. They hadn’t been on the...

Later that night, while Sir Toby and the nine little Tangites were on watch, there was a rustling, rumbling sound back in the trees. As they listened, the sound grew louder – and louder still, resolving into the rhythmic beat of dozens of hooves. A herd of antelope thundered into the clearing...

The Duke led Kit deeper into the forest, winding between the trees away from the camp and into the darkening night. In other circumstances, Kit might have felt apprehensive, alone in the dark with a strange man from a hostile country, armed to the teeth and with dozens of knights at his command...

While the Canberrians scattered around, making room for the overwhelming – but, fortunately, peaceful – force of Hanalians, the Duke of Snattercaz was holding a quick, muttered discussion with his advisor the Inquisitor. “The leader isn’t displaying any heraldry,” the duke said, glancing at Kit...

“So what do we do now?” Kit looked around at the others, as they made camp for the night. “We don’t have that many people left. And if there really are all these bandits, there’s no way we can make any kind of strike against them. I say we turn this into an information-gathering mission. Find...

Episode 2: Don't Drink the Water. Part 12 - Food for Thought “You’re sending back a what??” The General’s voice was clear as he spoke through the wormhole, even across the light-years that separated him from SG-17, and incredulity raised his voice several octaves as he repeated, “You’re...

Late the following afternoon, the group (whose size was now increased by nine harmonizing little Tangites) reached the mage’s tower. In classic mage’s-tower form, it was tall, stone, and forbidding. Less classic was the harried-looking old servant who scurried out into the courtyard to meet the...

Moving a little more slowly without Gyles’s expert tracking guidance and Varya’s overhead scouting, the party traveled on through the forest, winding their way towards the mage’s tower as the day wore on towards evening. When they came to a convenient clearing to camp in, however, they found...

The party moved slowly through the forest, weighed down by caution and the heavy stone bodies of Alessandre and Jet slung across the horses. For as long as Kit’s Mindlink lasted, Jet kept up a running mental commentary on cooking, the scenery, the prospect of a fight, how much he wanted to get...

The party continued to wind their way through the forest, still following the bandits’ trail towards the fortified village. As the trees closed in around them, deeper and darker, the sounds around them began to change – there were fewer animals rustling in the undergrowth, and fewer birds...

Thanks to Varya’s gentle persuasion, the Hanalians’ warhorses agreed to follow along with the party, although even Varya couldn’t get them to carry anyone. “They won’t let anyone ride them except their people,” the owl explained. Jet shrugged and loaded some of the party’s equipment onto the...

The next morning, the Hanalians rose early and went off to the south, while the Canberrians continued to follow the slavers’ tracks west. They parted on relatively good terms – civil, if not friendly – and went their separate ways. Varya soared high into the air, flying up with strong flaps of...

Episode 2: Don't Drink the Water. Part 11 - When Dinosaurs Attack! By the time the hagadis roared a second time, everyone was on their feet. “Stay here!” Kathleen cried, motioning to Joost and Marka. For once, the two locals were in agreement with each other – Marka sat as if frozen to her...

“Ahem. Lady Katherine?” Kit poked her head out of her tent to see Sir Bernard standing outside, holding himself very straight and shifting nervously from foot to foot. I’m surprised he didn’t bring flowers, Kit thought amusedly. What she said was, “Come in, Sir Bernard. And it’s Dame...

Nobody paid much attention to Twang, at first, when he sidled up to the Hanalians’ campfire. Six of the Hanalian knights were sitting around it, polishing their armor, roasting various bits of food over the fire, and chatting quietly, occasionally shooting a cautious glance or two over their...

It wasn’t hard for Gyles to find tracks leading away from the burned-out stockade. Even though two weeks had passed since the slavers came through, they had taken several hundred people, and a crowd that size left a fairly obvious trail. Following Gyles’s lead, the group traveled west, further...

Thank you, CP, for filling in the notes on religion. And thank you, readers, for your ongoing support! And now, back to the show! :) -- Meanwhile, high above the deserted village, Varya had finished her scouting and was making a leisurely circuit of the stockade, keeping an eye out for danger...

*giggle* Thank you, Steverooo! I am greatly amused :) And, as I said over in Aphonion Tales, I apologize for the tardiness of this week's update - I've been out of town. I will have a glorious dinosaur fight for all of you, once I've gotten over my jetlag :)