Tag: Ordif
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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…
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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…