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Faire Realities Pt 1It was an altogether common scene, our gathering in the lounge with computers, dice, snacks and caffeine spread out between us on the little table space that was still visible. The couches were full of friends, and within a few minutes, most of the cups and tankards in use had been filled with freshly made orange juice. It was into this that I entered a moment later, my own tankard of spiced juice in hand, the other clutching a pile of haphazardly organized notes that were barely contained in my usual writing binder notebook. The binder itself contained a rather battered notebook that the others were long used to me carting everywhere.
"So, who's running campaign tonight?" Luke asked curiously as he rifled through his folder, clearly debating which character sheets to pull out.
The question was echoed by a few others, but more telling was the silent glance that I exchanged with Adrian. When I moved to take up my usual seat against the window that overlooked the dorm hal
Ask No Questions, Hear No Lies"Why are you bothering to do this?" Druinen asked Saraore between grimaces as the Poison Sage continued to work at cleaning out the jagged, poison-doused wound. Saraore, for his part, barely looked up, the only sign that he had heard was the slight arching of his eyebrows.
"Ask no questions, hear no lies," he grunted.
That answer, unsurprisingly was not a sufficient one for Druinen who persisted in his search for an answer, "No, really. Why do you bother? I know how much your people dislike those such as me."
Saraore paused in his painstaking work, looking the other man in the eye. "It will mean nothing to you, but saving you sends me to heaven."
Druinen frowned. "You're right, I have no idea what that means."
Brimroth popped a head around the corner, giving up all pretenses of not eavesdropping. "It's best if it remains that way," he said dryly. "Don't get caught up in the affairs of the Guild, and you'll go a whole lot further then you would otherwise."
Later, when Druinen had been s
Weapons or SpellsEven after Eydash moved on after gruffly nodding in response to Cadhrein’s stammered thank-you, she remained in the same place for a long moment afterward. The weight of the mithril blade in her hand instantly reminded her of the pride that she had felt when bringing home her first true blade- a hunting knife that was barely large enough to qualify as such, but still a hair too large to comfortably fit in her hand. That pride had fallen all too quickly though, when she gleefully revealed the simply wrought blade to her father, hoping for approval. In no uncertain terms he had explained just how much of a waste of her money the long-sought after purchase had been.
“You will train in the ways of the druid,” he had told her then, leaving no room for argument. “Just as your brother did before you, and your mother and I did long before either of you. Those of our kind do not rely on the artificial defenses of weapons, for we have the very heart of nature at our
Strange DreamsCadhrein shook herself, drawing her cloak back over her shoulders as a barrier against the cool air that heralded the oncoming winter as she sat bolt upright. Footsteps creating an obvious trail where she had intentionally left none of her own. Brief glimpses of many animals that always lingered just out of sight. Impressions of a warning that she barely understood. Above all though, Cadhrein realized as she tried to make sense of the images and feelings that lingered from the dream that had woken her hours before her turn at Watch, there remained an almost overpowering sense of regret. What that was from stemmed from though, she had no idea.
Calliope blinked, amazed to find herself still staring into the inky depths of night. The collective music of snoring and night time sounds whispered in her ears. Oh the joys of living with others. She rolled over onto her side, glancing at Lulubell sleepily. The vixen was watching the room with her mysterious gold green eyes and for some strange
The Hollow Hills"Why are the hills hollow?"
The young child's question was innocent, naive, and asked in an earnestness that could not be persuaded, no matter how much he wanted to reroute her questions to another day... if ever.
"These are special hills," he said finally when his daughter's antics grew more lively as she awaited her beloved father's question. "Each of the hills has a waiting place for one person, and one person alone. When it's their time to go on the next...."
For a moment, his voice halted, his thoughts splintering as he thought not only of how to word the answer, but also the renewed sense of loss. "When it's their time, that person and that person alone can enter. We won't see them after that, but it's kind of like a magic door to another world."
"And it was Mommy's turn? She got to go on another adventure?"
"Yes. Mommy knew that she wasn't going to get better, and so she started to get ready for her next adventure."
"Oh.... so that's why she got quiet. She had lots of plan
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