Adventures and quests take their toll on a small party of heroes for hire. Follow along as you see the downtime of these adventurers who are going to and from one struggle to the next.
Zolik’s labored breathing became uneven as the arrowhead pained his chest. Turmer’s voice strained to pronounce his needed words. Fliss gave manic giggles as she steered the horses. Ashlette was on high alert, listening to her surroundings, but it had become useless to try and discern anything beyond the cart. The spell that let them… Read More »Arc 2: The Flight to New Rimston – Ashlette
Zolik, and maybe even all of us, are going to die today, and it is all my fault. Turmer was locked in a spell trance that held back the grip of time and reality, but still, his mind had room for guilt. The horses now pulled the cart through a stilled world. Their movements now… Read More »Arc 2: The Flight to New Rimston – Turmer
Rusted Red. Zolik looked at his outstretched hand and the blood drying upon it. That was the proper color of the bird’s breast he saw back at the crossroads. He could see it now in his memory. He rested his hand down on his chest and closed his eyes as he watched the bird in… Read More »Arc 2: The Flight to New Rimston – Zolik
The horses were in a panic. They had no understanding of why the world was blurred as it was. They had no chance to be calmed at the change. They smelled blood and felt pain so they ran on, and Fliss gave them no pause. The gnome stood braced in the wagon front, one leg… Read More »Arc 2: The Flight to New Rimston – Fliss
Turmer had never seen a proposed idea like the spell in front of him. The concept had never even occurred to him of weaving magic in such a way. Fire and Ice had been simple enough, and every campfire and winter snow gave him more creative inspiration as to how best to implement new variations… Read More »Arc 1: The Road to New Rimston – Turmer
The birds were singing again. They wove song and conversation that filled the bright air with notes of joy. Zolik sat listening to the small light creatures as they flittered between trees, pursuing their simple lives above the ground. He listened for the sounds of all of the species he could recognize. He wished that… Read More »Arc 1: The Road to New Rimston – Zolik
Wagons were terribly boring. How anyone expects to just sit between towns is a mystery. Ashlette was hurt, that was understandable. As for the other two, they were being just plain dull. Fliss stood from where she had been tucked behind a crate in the back of the wagon. She teetered on widespread feet, bobbling… Read More »Arc 1: The Road to New Rimston – Fliss
The wagon rolled across another poorly placed stone, the wagon tossing Ashlette and the others to one side as its wheels dropped off the hazard. She despised these larger roads. The others insisted that they save time and resources by keeping to the main roads while going between large cities. Ashlette would have much rather… Read More »Arc 1: The Road to New Rimston – Ashlette