Tag: Caldea
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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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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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1 – A Fool’s Errand, or a Warrior’s Destiny?
I usually get me contracts from the work board at The Hunters’ Guild here in Harrow’s End. But this mornin’? There was a scroll, stuffed under a rock at me door. No idea who this Thimius fella is, but by me beard, it’s been too long since I’ve had a real adventure. And if the…