The party was transporting their newfound wealth by wagon to town. Was it Camaret or some other village? She wasn’t sure, but in the miserable cold it was hard to really care what the next town might be, so long
Ricimer
John and Matilde, both of whom Emmeline regarded as friends, were long gone by the time the Wizard’s Guild quaestor, his guards, and entourage appeared. Ricimer was with them, so it was a safe assumption he’d brought them. It was
At the Farm: Rosalinde 1
Rosalinde had nothing and knew no one. She was free, but she was so far from home, or the memories of home. She did not even know if her family lived or not. The witch Emma-Lynne, and her friends –
Dreamworld
This is an incomplete fragment, meant to take place before Session 23. From the cozy security of a thick blanket and a soft bed, Emmeline gazed at the eastern window as it was flooded by the golden morning light. The
A Conversation with Matilde
The evening before the party was to depart, former Vala, Matildë asked to meet Emmeliine in the warmth of the great hearth in the heart of the temple. The roaring fire illuminated the Temple triad below, where three great trees
At the Temple of Winter, Spring and Fate
The Temple of the Three was an ancient place. Once it had been dedicated to old gods long forgotten, but in days past, the ruin was repaired by the Winter Sisters, a group of cloistered retired priestesses of the Three
Clarity
After the bath and period of relaxation, Emmeline had rejoined the others with a smile on her face. River had thrown her a heated look and stormed away back to her room, and Emmeline was surprised. But with a little
The Nightmare
Suddenly Emmeline’s mind split into facets. Voices competing for her attention: “we are here Mabrilith, we feel the pain of guilt once again…”; “we hear you, say the word and your pain will be gone and the wicked punished…”; “I
The Slave Situation
Elemix wanted the Dwarf to pay for what he had done to those slaves. He didn’t know how exactly, but he knew the Dwarf had to pay. When the rescued slave had fallen asleep, Elemix looked at each of his
Emmeline’s Log: Session 17
Written in her massive, magical Tome, Emmeline has kept a travel log for some time. The following is an excerpt from recent experiences. I had an excellent conversation with Ma Mare, Contessa Adela, in which she informed me a great