That morning was cold. Even colder than before. With wounded coming in that morning from Calder Keep, Typhon Né begged off the traveling as people needed her here for a time and she had little to do with Cerisey or
Winter Plans
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
At the Farm: Rivanon
Rivanon, erstwhile known as River sat down next to Elemix before the old farmer’s fire. Wrapping a fur around her she said, ‘why so glum my friend?” Elemix looked at her and smiled as she sat down. “I am glad
A Voice from the Past
Elemix was dreaming. It was a pleasant dream. He was showing off his new tower, complete with newly buily outbuildings and the like to Baroness Rivanon and Magus Gillian – both of which were his close friends and on a
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
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
The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 5 – Conclusion)
Magus Elemix approached Magus Skona when an opportunity presented itself. “Magus Skona, would you be free to chat for a few minutes?” “A few,” the gruff dwarf said. “What do you need?” “Magus Titus recommended I speak to you about the
The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 4)
Alix responded, “We do not know for certain they are tracking you, the Aquila, or something else Magus. Whatever they are doing it is not terribly accurate as they must still search for you. Let us pivot then to the
The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 3)
When the time came after dinner, Magus Lothiel approached Elemix. She was exquisitely beautiful but in a alien, almost unsettling way. Elemix had met few elves and she was the closest so far to the stories – a woodland being
The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 2)
With that dinner was called and Elemix ended up sitting near Vorn and Xavier, who carried on conversations. Vorn explained his plan to journey south. He and some old friends (as well as new ones) planned an adventure into the