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
By Tawmis of NeverendingNights.com
The scent is almost unbearable.
Being surrounded by stone does little to ease my nerves. Where are the trees? These caves are cold; surrounded by stone where there is no sky, no open air. Even now, the air tastes stagnant in my lungs.
The last few days have been nothing short of a blur. From fighting Kobolds, and even an young White Dragon, we had discovered an Orb of Pelor that had strangely shifted us through time. The Orb was found in the home of a young White Dragon, whom we had to vanquish.Read More The Journals of Daraken Shadewalker, Page 70….