Dear journal, Darkness is my home. I watch. I wait. I kill. Everyone is very busy in the lizard folk village. All seems quiet and peaceful. Hunting and rebuilding started on day one. I loped around the village playing with the children, they thought I was a human child, I entertain them with my sleight of […]Read More The Chronicles of Sevyn Thornpad – The Long Week
It would seem we have left quite an impression on these lizard people. They have invited us to remain with them for an additional time. They say that the eggs we have helped save from the clutches of the Black Dragon will be born soon. It is … interesting being around them. By their appearance, […]Read More The Journals of Daraken Shadewalker, Page 107…
Dammit the elf was blind. He didn’t see my epic hit upon the black dragon. Oh it was incredible. First I jumped on the things back. I’m gonna call him Swampface… Click to read more …Read More The Chronicles of Sevyn Thornpad – Take That Swampface
Darkness. That is how I spent most of the combat last night. Blinded. Clouded by darkness. Could it be an omen? Does my goddess, Sehanine Moonbow, speak to me? Let me go further back. We had just parted ways with the slaves we had rescued from the mountains. The mage who was among them, agreed […]Read More The Journals of Daraken Shadewalker, Page 99…
Dear Mother,You were right. The bigs do judge us by our size. They think I’m a thief. Ha. I haven’t even stolen anything the whole time I’ve been working out here. No treasure yet but I’m sure I’ll come across some money to send home soon Click to read more …Read More The Chronicles of Sevyn Thornpad – Dear Mom
I see that the Halfling Thief – or “Rogue” as he likes to call himself has found my journal. Not a surprise, the little one has no regard for personal belongings. I see he has scribbled in my journal that his name is “Sevyn” not “Seven.”
No matter what, there is one thing I know. I will never enjoy being underground. It’s like what the humans do when they die – putting their bodies in the ground. It’s like being in a vast coffin. There’s no sense of fresh air. No sky. No stars. No sun. No moon.
After dispatching with the Orc Tribal Leader, or whatever the bastard was – we were herding the human slaves onto the ship, when one of them caught my eye. The only one was wasn’t human. There was – what I first thought was an Elf – but upon closer examination, he’s not. He bares a strong resemblance to Elves – but he … feels different. He emanates magic – but not like a Mage or Wizard or Sorcerer – it’s actually a part of his being. Tarius Starwatcher, the Keeper of the Stars of my village called them ‘Star Children.’Read More The Journals of Daraken Shadewalker, Page 75….
Dear Halflingclause. I have been a good Halfling all year. I never once took food from children, left money just lying around on the ground or put anyone’s goods (other than mine) behind a locked door. I have held to all of the tenets set forth by my parents, I even decorated a little tree in the woods while I was supposed to be on watch. I light a candle every night that we don’t sleep underground with the smell of burning Orc flesh in my nostrils. So why haven’t you visited me in my sleep? You always left little trinkets under the tree or around the candle. Well in case momma didn’t tell you what I wanted here is the list:Read More The Chronicles of Sevyn Thornpad – A Wishlist