ZILLAH early afternoon... Thank blessed Emrys we are holed up in this temple with these clerics of Phanator. They have resurrected Blizzard with very little fuss. It has cost us, though — and me especially. It is no secret among our group that there is little love lost between Blizzard and me, but I will … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Trying to survive the mage college of Issimbaal
ZILLAH It's dark. That's the first thing I notice. And silent. The air is musty and damp. I seem to be sitting in a chair beside some sort of table, with Fleet's warm body curled over my feet. She stirs, draws up to rub her face on my hand, which is resting on my knee. … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Guardian of the library
ZILLAH We’re not in good shape as we continue along this ancient road into the heart of the swamp. This morning’s battle took its toll — I don’t think Squirrel can have much magic left after throwing a couple of fireballs and Alix has expended a lot of healing energy. But we cannot linger here. … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: The Ziggurat
ZILLAH We've been in Kelsen for two whole weeks now, but we're leaving tomorrow. Finally. It's been a bit over a week since we supposedly took over the thieves guild. In reality, Tippa and her cronies are going to run the guild -- which is a good thing because I refuse to have anything to … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Journey into the swamp
We pick things up in the middle of a very eventful night... ZILLAH [19 Feb] The warehouse is still on fire, but hopefully the rain will put it out. Regardless, there’s nothing further we can do here. Hoping no-one follows us, we return to Soma’s house — to find her dead on the floor and … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: In which we take over the Thieves Guild
ZILLAH [17 Feb] After the drama of last night, it's a relief to be back at the Temple of Emrys. My head is clear, here on the edge of the city. I can think. I pray to the god of the forests, searching for guidance, but I still can't decide what to do. I leave … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Fleet and flame
ZILLAH [14 Feb] All going well, we should arrive in Kelsen tomorrow. All going well... Gah! Who am I kidding? Nothing ever goes well for us. It's taken us a week to get this far and it's cost a lot of gold. I guess I'm lucky I'm not in this for the money, because this … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Making friends (and not friends) in Kelsen
ZILLAH I’m staring into the fire in Climber’s camp of outlaws, searching desperately for light in the depths of my shattered soul. They want me to tell the tale of our recent adventures. They want it to be full of heroic action and rousing arse-kicking. They want me to banish their despair and replace it … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Tale of the Dark Tree
ZILLAH We camp a few hours upstream from the goblin village. I have the goblin chief's dirt map memorised -- the all important directions to the troll lord we seek, and the Dark Tree as well. We will likely face at least one of them tomorrow. I try to mentally prepare myself for the task … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Triumph over the troll lord
ZILLAH Trees. The stream wending silent on my left. My companions spread out in front of me, talking in low voices, stepping on twigs. This is all I see. All I hear. They are making tough going of it, but I don’t care. I don’t care that none of them are likely to see the … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: The fireball and the goblin chief
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