Search results

A door and an archway allowed exit from the room. The door was stuck, so Argonne felt it necessary to apply a little force to open it; he kicked it in. Timber and splinters exploded inwards revealing an empty display room. Cabinets, cases and the pedestals on which they had sat had been...

One approached me, a concerned look upon his face. “Do you know the way to the chapel?” he asked. “Um, no.” I replied slightly taken aback. One would think that a worshipper in his own temple would know where the chapel was. “We seek sanctuary good sir. We have just escaped a plague of rats...

Chapter 7 – In Gerech We Trust I started a low chant that Zmrat had taught me and opened my palm. A small, dim ball of light appeared in my hand. Slowly but surely the sphere grew in size and strength until it provided enough illumination for us to see where we stood. It was a large chamber...

To those that had been following the tales of Sir Gerard d'Montfort I apologize for my lengthy absence. I hope to be back to posting twice a week from here on.

Over the next ten days we sparred and trained, relearning tactics and honing skills that the Baron deemed necessary. It was the second day of the month of Burn when we once again set off from Yorathton, although this time we had thousands of Silver Sickles in our packs to pay for our entry in...

The Book of Ruftameon was emblazed with beautifully intricate gold script on its cover. Ruftameon, as Mortec informed me (he too was sick of the squabbling and had started reading over my shoulder, so to speak), was the head librarian of the Tower of Todesmagie, a very significant and powerful...

A quick note to apologise to readers. I accidentally double posted previously but have now fixed the error. Post number 20 is now correct.

Chapter 6 - Horrid little Rodents I woke from my unconsciousness to find myself laying atop my bed in the Witches Brew. My left arm ached, but that was not my main concern. I was still dressed, and filthy! My companions were not there, although Kuruul lay asleep in a corner, so I called a...

After Jack had disappeared through the scrub we considered our own situation. We had no need for a second ship considering our own was still moored in Port of Warlock. Although, as some argued, we could sell it for considerable gain, however it needed to be out of the region so that it could not...

On our short journey to the hidden cove we questioned the prisoners Strav had freed about their abduction and how they had been treated by the cutthroats. Their answers confirmed our deductions about the Blood Sail’s raid. They had been taken from Ravenswood the night before we had arrived. Two...

He looked at the shell in his hands, turned to me and nodded weakly. Then Stravarious pushed him and his friend into the welcoming water. It was almost as if I then witnessed a miracle. The triton looked to be waiting for death to claim him, yet upon entering the water he suddenly seemed...

We all turned to see a large man, his face hidden by with a long red wavy beard, standing at the furthest passage that led to the gorge. He wore a long navy coat concealing a rapier that appeared in his hand quicker than I could blink. The man laughed loudly, even as Argonne charged to meet...

Even I could tell that the stairs were poorly fashioned, the chisel marks were obvious evidence that the masons had done a poor job. I slipped and caught myself twice on the descent, the second time cutting my palm on a particularly sharp rock. The stairs delivered us to a stone corridor...

“Bloodsails below.” I added in a whisper, but it was too late. Horns boomed from across the gorge announcing our arrival. And the Hydra showed exactly why it was named that way; each head went in a different direction, including me. I panicked, I admit it, and hid. The horns had startled me, as...

The two of them stumbled into our room sometime after midnight and briefly reported that they had found nothing of interest. During our morning meal they revealed little else. Grisha had arrived after dark and then gone to sleep. With no light on offer they, and by they I mean Strav as Mortec...

A beautiful blue sky greeted us the following morning. We spent it individually. The others all went and did whatever it was they needed to do while I spent some valuable time writing this journal., I was interrupted by Moxadder who wanted to borrow some coin for information. I hesitated at...

That next day we decided to pair off, leaving Kuruul to watch, sleep more like, the room and our gear. Our plan was simple; Strav and Mortec were to investigate the central part of town, Argonne and Moxadder would try the markets and Morgan and I would investigate the rest of the town. All of us...

We found an inn, the Witch’s Brew, that seemed sufficient. Gastok the barkeep saw us to a large room that we could share. I was unused to ‘bunking’, as Argonne called it, with others, unless it was in a more intimate setting. However, I repressed my natural protest as we had pressing matters to...

Glad you are enjoying the SH. Thanks for the kind words.

As we gazed at our destination we saw a tall tower on a hill that overlooked the ramshackle town. This was undoubtedly Novorod’s Tower, home of arcane knowledge and its three guardians. Spiralling outward from the tower were all manner of buildings. Some were just shacks that even from this...