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First Impressions

Buzz slipped into the room. “Everybody wants to see you.” “By ‘everybody’ you mean….?” “Um, the goblins. They insist on seeing the shining one.” “Aw crap.” Ian threw up his hands. “What do we do?” “It’s OK. Let me think for a second…..” I paced the room. “OK. Got it!” I said a small prayer to Pelor and walked out to see the goblins.

Meet Indira Burningwood, Dwarven Cleric

I remembered the beholder. Remembered the sunbeam spell and a moment of pure joy as the eye stalks shriveled from the damage. And then nothing. Until now. It was, it was not a bad awakening. I smelled lavender and heard my name as if from a distance. “Yah! What?” I tried to sit up and Ian was beside me. “Just breathe. Breathe. Mmmmmm. And release. Haaaaaaa. Relax, Indira. You’re safe.”

Night in the Cathedral of Feathers

posted by Kaurophon Pain. Searing pain, centered in my chest. Looking down, I see a six-fingered hand erupt through my chest holding a bright sphere of white light.     Gasping, I awake and look around the safe hemisphere Myntilly cast before we went to sleep. Indira, Myntilly, Sadi, all asleep. Alek on watch outside, Acgar heading to bed after her watch, Cinder wrapping her listening coin in layers of cloth and burying it in her pack. Rolling over, I try again to sleep inflatable tents.

My friend Ragnara

Meet my new friend Ragnara. Yeah, she’s half-orc.

Dyskko Reports to the Mayor

To: Lord Mayor Severen Navalant of Cauldron From: Your Trusted Envoy Dyskko Re: Dungeon Divas My Dear Lord Mayor, I write you from the wilderness beyond Cauldron. Traveling with the Dungeon Divas has been full of adventure. We have recently heard tell of an area known as The Pit of Seven Jaws where we will head tomorrow morning. My excitement to actually see this legendary place led me to great storytelling earlier this evening, and I will relate some of the myths about this place to you now.

Icy Dream of Death

I felt the cold like a thousand needles. The pain was unimaginable. I opened my mouth to scream and I couldn’t make a sound. My tongue was frozen. I woke thrashing and moaning. How embarrassing. A nightmare. But I can’t believe it was a dream. Truly, it was too real, too visceral. I remember us breaking camp the morning after the dragon. Dyssko with that odd brush for his teeth; Lady Livia saying her morning prayers….

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