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ZILLAH Three days it's been. Three days mired in these underground corridors and chambers that seem to go on and on and on. My cousin Schill remains a corpse and I fear the others have given him up... I suppose after three days the chances of bringing him back are diminishing. But I refuse to … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: The Silver Whistle

ZILLAH Well, that's one weight off my mind. We're finally free of the left Eye of Varrien. We gave it up to the Church of Elloran for the paltry sum of 20 gold pieces. I suspect that the priest ensorcelled Calwyn and Alix into handing it over for about a quarter what we might have … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Zillah becomes a sell-sword with dire consequence

ZILLAH We have retrieved the Eye of Varrien. A very good night's work indeed. We're now lying low in the river town of Port Lead trying to figure out what in the name of all the gods we should do with it. Calwyn had always planned to give it to Glynd, the cleric of Elloran … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: The Eye goes south

ZILLAH After our encounter with the wraith last evening, we are solemn and wary as we break camp in the dim shadows of dawn. We know what we are about do is dangerous, but all signs indicate the Eye of Varrien (or one of them, at least) lies within the barrow yonder... and to retrieve … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: In the depths of the barrow is a wurm and an Eye

ZILLAH The punt carries us downriver, out of reach of the arrows. The old woman -- Yag is her name -- instructs Ammonite on how to steer us to the northern bank.  Those Testerris scum in Hyden's Ford have got their backs up... I think maybe Ammonite and Calwyn killed some of them, and we're … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Trek through snow to the Lake of Tears

ZILLAH I've never been this far south before. The place is called Hyden's Ford and is teeming with southerners and their priests. A southerner has set himself up as a 'lord', claimed land that should belong to no-one but the wind and rain, and keeps an armed force to do his bidding. Added to this, … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: in which we are run out of town

ZILLAH I fought a bear, once. That’s how my nose broke and I got the scar. I was only 16, still an apprentice, when my master and I got too close to her cubs. Our fault completely. The mother charged and disembowelled my master before I even knew what was happening. She turned to me, … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Zillah takes the unknown path (and has a good day)

The title of this post might give it away... Yep, another of my Dungeons and Dragons characters has bitten the dust. In fact, three of our party didn't make it through our mega D&D sleepover this past weekend. We're churning through the lower level characters at the moment and it's getting tedious. Meanwhile our level … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Zillah arrives and explores a citadel