So we head back to town, and the cleric dies along the way. We meet a
crazy monk with nowhere to stay, so I tell him he can stay with me. I
drop the body off with those cheap Hedradans, who heal up the sorceror,
even though I was the one who did all the work carryin’ […]
“Bravery is a commodity well beyond my means”
-Vogol the Scrivener
When Vogol was little boy, he found chicken, hurt and wandering in the fields. Already was Vogol so good at sneaking, that soon a bag was over the chicken’s head and he brought it up to a spot he knew on a hill near his […]
So, there we was in the pretty room with all the sparkly lights, and I
opens the coffiny thing, but there’s nothing inside. Ever’one’s lookin’
around wonderin’ what to do, so I says let’s search the little halls off
of the room. Lookin’ on the floor where the red lantern oughta have
been, I sees a thin […]
Vogol is smart boy. Father, well father, may he rot in darkness, was not nice man. This man had big hands, thick like tree trunks and hard like rocks. Those big hard hands feature in so many memories Vogol always starts with them. Vogol’s father came from far away and this […]
Ah, ye young’uns don’t know nuthin’ ’bout adventurin’. Back when I were
a girl, in the old mining town of Diamond Lake, we had a REAL
adventure. ‘Twas me and a couple of kids from the town, headed out to
the Whisperin’ Cairn. A fearsome place, we knew a boy who went there
and was never […]