“I am out of healing,” announces Ralith after tending to the party. Rakatha and Vong still bear visible burn marks and flaking sections of skin on their faces and hands, but many of the blisters are gone or reduced. Twitch’s hair is not affected by Ralith’s healing blessing, but her peeling skin is looking merely raw now. Pil’s arm received… Read more →
The fireball from the explosion is aimed at the staircase and sweeps over the party. I close my eyes automatically as the immediate sensation of roiling heat from the fire rolls over my body. I don’t feel the fire at all, just the vacuum left in its absence and the memory of its heat. Several members of the party scream… Read more →
No effort is made to track or locate the escaped prisoners and, as an added bonus, no one thinks to bury the dead goblins either. Our burden miraculously lightened, we make good time toward the tower and camp within a mile of it the next night. In the morning, camp is broken and we hike the last mile to the… Read more →
From this escarpment, Endolkin Farmville is indeed visible. The freshly-ploughed southern fields are black against the verdant landscape. The barn, which is still standing I note, is a faint impression against the trees. The burned-out houses and granary blend in with the ground. I can see that there is an outbuilding at the edge of each field—probably the extents of… Read more →
I enjoy nature. It feels still and vivacious at the same time. It is quiet, but not silent. Serene, but not dull. I think back to the nice hilltop hut I lived in when I took up post as tribe shaman in Solmienya. The tribe I administered to were very particular about where I lived. The hut had been where… Read more →
Vong’s words propel the others into action and the group starts shambling over toward the captives. I’m standing in the way, suddenly feeling as though I need to protect the goblins from a fate worse than death. If we return to town now, we will have failed to patrol our area for a second time. We’d be showing up four… Read more →
Vong’s curiosity seems to have got the better of him and he comes up beside me and asks, “What are they saying?” “I’m not finished. Go,” I command, but he stands there gawking at the goblins. “Hey, the other one is awake. Should I try to wake up the last guy?” he asks.Is he trying to be helpful to me… Read more →
Vong shrugs at Ralith’s suggestion to take the goblins into town and says, quite non-committally, “It’d be nice to know that they know something before walking all the way back. And since Zer can—,” “Zer Khaldun.” “—talk to goblins it’ll save us a lot of trouble, you know?” He looks at me like a friend and asks, “What can we… Read more →
Without conferring with the party, Vong ties up the goblins that are still alive: four in total, though I’m not sure the one that was incapacitated from a blow to the head will pull through. Ralith tends to the relatively minor wounds that Vong, Pil, and Twitch received in the melee. Rakatha and myself are unharmed. The two conscious goblins… Read more →
Once the canopy of the trees encloses us, it’s much easier to see through the shadowed underbrush. What’s more, the tunnel created between the treetops and the ground echo the sounds of the forest more readily. Not long after entering the forest, I begin to hear something that sounds like voices, however it’s too indistinct to tell anything about the… Read more →