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Thanks Anti-Sean. I'm afraid I didn't get to go very in depth with the Ladies Llewyllyn during the actual campaign. Its sad really. Sigh. Nor did End-bringer ever get to rear his ugly mask. So sad. So much going on in the background...and not enough time to realize it. Anyway, all that is...

Thanks HO HB. :D Yeah, it took about a half hour per story hour... But, we need to be up-to-date so I can continue on (and not slip back into the shadows). ~Fune

I'm still here, too. :D ~Fune

Chapter 6: Fata Viam Invenient (Concluded) Anastrianna held her palm against her head. Nope, no fever, she thought. She had to be ill or dreaming. Whatever the case, she knew what she was seeing could not be real. Moments before—before what? Darkness? Absolute confusion and a bout of...

All those reposts should bring us current, folks (in both my SHs). Thanks to Yeti for managing to download this thread prior to the board crash. It helped to fill in the one or two posts I wrote at work and did not have saved to a Word File. ~Fune

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Concluded) Tobias felt another attack pound into his back as he dove. The cloud of vapor opened up as the pain exploded through his body and wrenched his eyes open. The ground appeared, filling his vision, and attempted to embrace the paladin’s consciousness in a...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) Motega cocked his head, listening closely at the entrance of the mine. “I don’t hear anything,” he whispered to his companions. The shadows of the mine, stretched back into a winding passage which obscured their vision. “They’re waiting for us,” the mage...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) Fitz screamed at the flames. Tobias had vanished inside along with that dwarf Culite. Inside the roaring fire, birthed by Magnus’ spell and his carefully designed oil slicks, the Cerian priest could hear metal against metal. Inside that hellish environment...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) The three Blackhand orcs swarmed upon Tobias and Cochly, aiding Brother Wulffa, the Culite dwarf. Outnumbered, the warriors were forced to go on the defensive. * * * Magnus hurtled away from Yapper’s fireball, the flames hungrily devouring...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) Cochly cursed—his swearing increasing in speed, tone and strength like an erupting volcano—as a curving tusk tore through his chain shirt and into his gut. “Damned son of an orc!” he swore, the tusk piercing another two inches with a sickly gurgle. Blood...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) The mage felt a surge of adrenaline tear through his body. He had no sooner released his most recent fireball before he was spinning again, marking the new targets charging toward the fray. Movement along the northern wall drew his attention. There he...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) Motega stretched out of the fetal position he had assumed on the floor. His claws, the claws of the beast had retracted. A faint red hue was all that remained; a scar on his flesh—the mark of the beast. The Rorn quickly and skillfully checked his bow. No...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) The horadrel archer pulled his crawl to an abrupt stop in front of a hoof. The hoof lifted up and stamped down hard twice, an inch from the elf’s nose. Shaking with fear, the elf lifted his head to glare into the eyes of the monstrous Rorn centaur, Al’baku...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) Magnus made a mental note to collect the scouts’ bodies and gear after the battle was over while swallowing a second potion of invisibility. One of the horadrel archers ducked away from the window of an abandoned home. His movement, belying training if not...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) The Heroes were gathered outside the old church, soaking up the early morning rays. The Minetown Patriots, those six that could be gathered, were already moving toward their initial positions. Two climbed atop the old church roof; one with eyes to the North...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed (Continued) The mage slid through the door into the pre-dawn heat. A harsh sun was only beginning to cast its violent rays skyward in the west, highlighting the shimmering cobalt of Raider’s Bay. Rain had yet to break the unending summer draught. The cloudless sky...

Chapter 12: Bloodshed Magnus brushed the shaggy hair dangling over his eyes. He leaned back slowly, allowing a light breeze to cool the beads of sweat that had gathered across his brow. The mage stared at the pile of scrolls—nearly twenty haphazardly stacked—which sat on the makeshift desk...

Chapter 11: Minetown (Continued) Tobias smirked. His armor was drenched in the blood of foes—six, pointy-eared, stuck up Horadrel had accosted the Heroes and paid the price. Culite scouts, each and every one, calling for the adventurers to surrender, firing their bows, and hiding beneath the...

Chapter 11: Minetown (Continued) The deepening dark shadowed three prone forms, nestled between a few dry leaves and nettles. One form, one body slid between the shadows of branches and limbs, climbing higher and moving ever closer to the dying yellowish hues of a well-trodden road. A deep...

Chapter 11: Minetown (Continued) “Would you gentle sirs like your horses?” The stable boy bowed low, emanating respect for the wealthy travelers. “Yes, yes my good chap,” Fitz replied, patting the boy on the back as he rushed off to gather the steeds. “Do we believe Honest Abe?” the mage...