Tag: Gate Stones
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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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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…