Vong continues, unaware of the storm in my thoughts, “I’m sure he’ll give it out in the morning, so no big deal, right? Anyway, I told him we wanted to hit that tower and he was fine with that, so I want us to make a plan of attack for it, okay?” Rakatha nods, but I’m not sure he’s sober… Read more →
My wounds are quite sore when I wake and I rise more slowly than I’d like. My exercise routine is also challenged, especially the squats and lunges. Even so, I manage to finish and move on to my morning meditation. I clear my mind and allow the wholeness of the universe to settle in my mind like a great basin… Read more →
Reaching down, I grab the assassin by the wrists and pull him into the closest alleyway. He struggles well enough, despite the magical suppression, and I know I don’t have much longer until the spell effects wear off. I kneel, as much from my wounds as anything, and press my attacker against the ground with my weight, cupping his mouth… Read more →
I book two nights in a double room on the second floor at an inn with decent food so I can settle in. I push the beds together and angle them in such a way that my entire body will just barely fit and I don’t have to sleep on the floor. As a bonus, there is a desk and… Read more →
If I still had my shop, I would be spending my time creating useful tinctures and salves for the patrol work I am doing. It seems that, despite the sales pitch sounding rather banal—just rounding up some stragglers from the Orc Hordes—I will be in some rather more considerable danger due to the reckless nature of the party. Since I… Read more →
Morning begins with a ruckus outside the inn that wakes the entire block. The sounds of agitated people and a suffering animal make further sleep impossible. I rise make the rare decision to skip my morning routine. I use the pail of water to wipe away whatever filth might have rubbed off from the mattress and blanket. I dress and… Read more →
Surely as described, one end of the room has a tattered curtain with a spare, straw-stuffed mattress leaning up against the wall and a threadbare blanket folded atop a simple, wooden chair. It’s tidy, if not clean. There are eight more mattresses arranged in two rows on the floor of the room. Three other men show up over the next… Read more →
As I watch townsfolk and traveling merchants gossip and haggle and scurry about, the feeling I used to come to these places for is noticeably absent. I would enjoy seeing their trite existences and letting it hone the blade of my mind. I let it bring the truth of reality into harsher and crisper relief. Today, disappointingly, I feel only… Read more →
I am surprised with punctual arrivals by the party in the morning. Corporal Level is, as always, happy to see us. “Glad to see you all in one piece. Are you ready to give your report or do you need to rest. It’s pretty busy today—lots of new recruits—so you could always come back tomorrow.” I’d rather not burn time… Read more →
“How much?” Rakatha asks through clenched teeth. She laughs, then says seriously, “Two thousand.” Vong can’t seem to help himself and imposes in the conversation yet again, “He doesn’t owe you anything!” “This is between me and him,” the woman says curtly, her gaze fixed menacingly on Rakatha. Rakatha’s thoughts are plain to see. He’s thinking about fighting, rather than… Read more →