Search results

TOMB OF HORRORS “Ha!” O’Reginald barked at his companions as they stood panting in the courtyard, having narrowly escaped the clutches of Mithrodar and his spectral minions. “I told you! I warned you!” “Alright, you’ve quite made your point!” Kat snapped angrily. “We made a choice, and it...

Fighters...men and women of action, not words...

A MATTER OF TRUST “Nice of you to join us,” O’Reginald smiled dryly at the Brotherhood of Bones. “We’d hate to think you’d run out on us.” “I apologize for our weakness,” Laori said, her cheeks burning. “I do not require you to speak for me!” Sial snapped at her. “Then what do you have to...

Not yet...but several close calls.

So far the guys are holding their own. The defeated the last spirit anchor this past weekend (I won't spoil it for those who haven't read the AP), and tomorrow they're probably going up against Mithrodar. There have been a few touch and go moments, though. In my next update, you will see how...

NIHILISM “I knew it!” Kat snapped at Malatrothe’s disappearance. O’Reginald shrugged. “If there’s one thing you can always trust, it’s that evil will be true to its nature. She didn’t really lie to us, after all.” “So where does that leave us?” Kat asked. “There are still two spirit...

THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS Scarwall was proving to be a frustrating, potentially deadly, unsolvable mystery. Some new undead horror threatened the companions at every turn, yet they were no closer to finding Serithtial’s resting place. The castle was massive, and could take days, or weeks to...

That's about right. Most of the heavy hitters took the bane feature, while the support staff took the ghost touch defense.

THE FIRST ANCHOR Beyond the porters’ hall, a wide courtyard stood at the heart of Castle Scarwall, giving an inside view of the castle’s looming walls and towers. A chill breeze whipped through the yard, carrying a few dry leaves from scraggly scrub bushes that grew fitfully at its edges. A...

THE RESTLESS DEAD A high bridge crossed the vast expanse of black water between the barbican gate and the entrance to Castle Scarwall. The bridge was ornate and in excellent condition, with only a few tenacious patches of moss and lichen clinging to it here and there. High arching columns...

SCARWALL Cinnabar’s answer from the Sklar-Quah was given in one word, chanted over and over: “Tshamek! Tshamek! Tshamek!” Cinnabar’s mouth twisted in hatred. “Kill them all!” she screamed. The Red Mantis assassins were in motion before her last word had left her lips. Four of them, as well...

THE BATTLE OF FLAMEFORD Akram advised the tshamek and Raelak that, if they truly intended to seek out the Sklar-Quah, they should start with one of the tribe’s oldest encampments, a place called Flameford. He explained that the clan there was steeped in Sklar-Quah tradition, and thus much more...

CINDERMAW A wide corridor, composed of polished black granite, stretched away north. A blue stone disc sat on the floor beneath the glowing column of blue light that rose up from it through a hole in the ceiling. To the north, a small, circular opening in the wall opened into a smaller...

NOWHERE TO RUN Raelak breathed a sigh of relief as the last remnants of the emberstorm finally passed. For a brief moment there, he had thought that he might die within sight of the Acropolis. Surely his shame among his ancestors in the afterlife would have been never ending. Fortunately...

Well, our group prefers action to tedium, so I'm not one for detailing the trek between this place and that, and I despise random encounters. So far, it hasn't been too wearing, and after last night, we might actually finish up this one next week. BTW, last night, they met Cindermaw and not...

A HISTORY OF ASHES The boat ride to Harse was a long one. They travelled for days northwest across the bay until they reached the Falcon River, then northeast to the point where the Falcon and the Sarwin Rivers converged. Harse lay in the spit of land between. The village itself consisted of...

Nah...the magical stuff survived. Black Jack may still rise again.

FULL DISCLOSURE ‘Katarina, they’re calling for you.’ Kat recognized the voice as easily as she recognized her own. It was Zellara, the Harrow reader who’d first assembled the members of the K.I.A. Kat also knew what Zellara was referring to. ‘I know,’ Kat sighed, ‘but I’m so tired. I want to...

Which is more than can be said for a certain other member of the K.I.A... Yes, Joachim was off on a carribean cruise last week, and I was in Nantucket on a second honeymoon. Trying to get caught up.

THE VIVIFIED LABYRINTH The three rope bridges descended even deeper into the cave, connecting three progressively lower ledges on the wall until finally reaching a stony protrusion at ground level which rose from a rocky beach overlooking the sloshing waters of the sea cave itself. At the...