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10 – Herbs, Halls, and Havin’ Enough
We’d just put our backs down for a bit—me leanin’ on a good sturdy stone, hopin’ fer shut-eye—when I catch that barefoot twig-hugger Cha’Tima sniffin’ around the weeds like a truffle pig. He’s scribblin’ in some druid’s journal, collectin’ leaves, then trades a pinch o’ green nonsense to Icarus… for a sharp bloody rock. Icarus…
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9 – The Tower’s Tricks and a Barefoot Stranger
When I come to—head poundin’ like a forge hammer—I see Icarus strollin’ in all casual, into this damned room with the coloured floor tiles, lookin’ like he just popped out for a stroll. No idea why he left Gerhard snorin’ outside on his own, but that lad’s never made sense to me. Shadowstep, twitchy as…
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8 – Beards, Bodies, and Bloody Mirrors
Blasted fools’ve done it again. Dreafus an’ Shadowstep—caught behind some invisible wall, flailin’ their arms about like drunk goblins tryin’ to swim. Then they vanish up a spiral stair like it’s all part o’ the plan. I swear by Moradin’s beard, if I have to pull those two outta danger one more time… I bark…
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Tales From The Campfire – Part 1
Found meself in some dark piss-smelling warehouse under Sylvan’s biggest manor. Me, Gerhard, and a few others waitin’ on a job we barely heard of this mornin’. Pay’s supposed to be decent. Still smells like a trap. Then in bounce two Harengons—aye, rabbit folk. Barely ever see one, now two show up like it’s a…
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7 – Three Flowers and a Faceful of Stupid
So, the Captain’s gone and turned undead, poor sod. We got her locked in one o’ them guard tower cells nice and tight. With her groanin’ locked away, it’s high time we make our way to the blasted old wizard’s tower. The city’s too quiet for my likin’, and I’ve got a bad itch in…
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6 – Undead, Illusions, and Idiots: Just Another Day
By Moradin’s beard, that blasted fool must’ve been screamin’ all damn night! Who needs a cockerel when ye got him caterwaulin’ outside? With a great huff, I haul open the window, grumblin’ all the while, and against me better judgment, I drag him back inside. As I do, I catch a glimpse o’ where we…
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5 – A Pit, A Rope, and A Lot of Bad Ideas
Aye, as we press on toward them flickerin’ lights, we stumble upon a chamber with a side door, while the corridor stretches forward into the dark. Neither the Captain nor Shredder know the best way ahead, but there be tracks leadin’ down the main tunnel. Before I can so much as grunt, them reckless young’uns…
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4 – Sand, Sorcery, and Stupidity
Blasted sand! Gets in me boots, me beard, and places I’d rather not mention! Aye, I’ll not shed a tear leavin’ this forsaken shore. Shredder, the Tortle who found us camped out, is leadin’ us north through a sparse forest toward his camp at Galloway. As we march, we pry some more about this Nimfudge…
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3 – Blades, Blood, and a Bizarre Bunch o’ Fools
The last thing I remember is Mary haulin’ me sorry hide to shore. Must’ve blacked out after that. When I come to, the Caldea’s long gone, swallowed by the damned sea. We’ve all washed up on this gods-forsaken beach—well, not all of us. Just me, the rest o’ the party, and the Captain. No sign…
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2 – Beards Don’t Belong on Boats!
Bah! I’ve never liked the sea. Dwarves weren’t made fer water—we belong on solid rock, not bobbin’ about like a drunk goblin on a barrel! But the captain, a fine lass with a sharp tongue, agreed to take us across to Nesathew if we pulled our weight aboard. So, I made meself useful, helpin’ Ordif…
