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  1. Blog 209: Campaign Novelization

    The end of the Delvehaven dungeon! Spoilers for: Council of Thieves.


    Chapter 20: What Lies in Dust

    The stairs brought them down to long, massive hall choked by dust. Three separate layers of heavy vault doors that had stretched nearly floor to ceiling to bar the way had been torn off their hinges. They now added an uneven, potentially ankle-twisting layer to the floor ...
  2. Gazing at the stars

    Was I close enough to see how others play? I picked a tall tree - one of character definition - and climbed as high as I could. And then I looked, and... all those vibrant colours of words, all that shining... even as a thin stripe of charm at the horizon, my choice of dare was overwhelming. I got so dizzy... I almost fell... But I had to return and look again. And so, I waited until the light redrew in its way-far homes in the sky, close to... where the players live, I suppose, and then I climbed ...

    Updated 02-01-2018 at 02:25 PM by Erran (did some proofreading...)

  3. Reading a dance of flames

    It is not any fire, this magic works with. One must use a fuel that knows of the things asked about. And in my case, as what the trees let go so far is, obviously, something I cannot count on in the future I am trying to pry in, it would have to be living wood. But... you know I canīt harm a tree, so... I figured, instead, I could use a fire already magical - some warmth from my heart; you know, where I keep my dream of becoming role-player. And it would not be lost, because Iīll just put it back ...

    Updated 01-29-2018 at 05:01 PM by Erran

  4. Blog 208: Campaign Novelization

    This begins the part of Council of Thieves that we never got to. Spoilers: Council of Thieves.


    Chapter 19: A History of Violence

    They followed Gorvio into an entrance hall nearly as spacious as the one at Aberian’s Folly but not as impossibly lofty as that of the magic vault. Wide wooden stairs curled around the outer walls to the floor above. Dust-cushioned, ...

    Updated 01-29-2018 at 03:57 AM by Isada

  5. Where light meets shadow

    Day after day, the trees alongside my road forth kept growing, and dreaming, I felt, within their bark, of magic - the life to which, one day, they will awaken. I stop to lean on one of them and it welcomes my touch as if a herald of that promised blessing of light. But I lean on them, now, to remind me myself, my better self... Oh, know I not what a tree is made of? but of what my soul, a life? Sometimes, like now times, willīs all I can count on, for being strong, definite. Itīs the price of true ...

    Updated 01-27-2018 at 08:46 PM by Erran

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