When their whispered discussion comes to an end, the leader stays put next to the table, but the man sitting in the chair continues to be the only one to address me. “My man says it was obtained in the capitol, Malscheme, but came from the city of Malnus. No house was declared with it.” A clever answer. Most things… Read more →
“It was conveyed to me that you’re in the market for some spells, eh?” He gives me a smile that is clearly meant to be welcoming, or perhaps just disarming. “Well, I just so happen to have come across an item that may be to your liking.” He motions to the bearded man, who pulls a large, leather-bound tome from… Read more →
I want a clear head for the meeting so I scan the street, looking for a sign, and soon find what I seek: a hermaphroditic figure that is the symbol of Ard Agdawn. At least, of the aspect I care to give patronage to. Stepping into the temple, I am greeted by priestesses and choose the ugliest one to worship… Read more →
I spend my remaining day working on the new spell I purchased. Learning new magic is no small feat and there is some chance of injury or death. I do not attempt to cast the spell—to do so would consume it. This scroll is prepared to be used by anyone, not only magic users. The spell is no different than… Read more →
I step into the pawn broker’s shop that sits where my apothecary shop had once stood. It’s an entirely new structure, the previous buildings all having been burned to the ground during Nodkis’s occupation by the Orc Hordes. While interesting magical items, spells, or relics do sometimes find their way into pawn shops, the likelihood of stumbling upon exactly what… Read more →
Since the spell was terminated, there is no reason I need to leave my room in a hurry, so I do my usual morning routine. I flip through my spellbook and select a couple of cantrips that I don’t normally use—especially in town. One that can be used to detect pathways, even hidden or ethereal, and the one I used… Read more →
I wake up and sense my surroundings before opening my eyes or stirring. It feels as though someone is watching me, but my ward has not alerted me of any trespassing. Either it was dispelled or something else is going on. I’m on my back, so the dagger under my pillow is out of reach. I shall have to remedy… Read more →
I focus back on the scene before me. Rakatha, no surprise, has gratefully accepted the offer. I, on the other hand… “I will handle my own lodgings.” There is no retort to this answer but I know it won’t keep Vong from trying. “Ah, I gotcha. You probably have some Wizard-only club. That’s sweet! Offer is open though.” Vong seems… Read more →
Vong swings the door open wide and shuttles us through. Immediately, I regret coming. Half the people, workers and patrons alike, greet Vong by name or knowing wave. He is buoyant and goes around greeting some of the customers while Rakatha and I mill about uncomfortably. Or at least we would have if Rakatha did not make a beeline for… Read more →
Vong turns to Rakatha and I, shrugging his massive pack onto his shoulders. What else could he possibly have to say, and why is he always smiling? “Hey, dinner is on me. I know a place,” his face scrunches into a mischievous grin that, with his black top-knot, makes him appear a little like a squash. He turns to step… Read more →