It was a cold winter morning when Quaqreiqan stood in front of the stone steps leading its way to the Blackstaff Academy in Waterdeep. Beside him stood Mother Shree, priestess of Lliira.
Read PostOnce he reached the edge of the wood, his eyes caught something that he did not expect. It appeared to be blood, but not any like he has ever seen. Each drop glowed slightly as if consumed by fire but left a small ember in its spot.
Read PostHer glowing eyes watching their every move. She hid carefully in the brush as to avoid being spotted with a hood over her head, but kept an arrow knocked in her bow just in case she needed it. The dwarves were loud and made little effort to conceal themselves.
Read PostStepping over the last rise on the winding road to Phandalin, the three dwarves, Notbit, Bahil and Tlond, stopped for a second surveying the small town before them.
Read PostLong moments passed as gulls squaked and played out before her. One would come and land, another would take off to take his place in the air. She wished she could just fly and be gone from this place. If anyone recognized her, she would be locked away in a dungeon. She had no one left and none that she felt cared any longer.
Read PostShe rolled back to get on her feet when she saw Sarros. He had his fists up. He threw a strike at Phayefine but missed, She responded with one back on him. He staggered back.
Read PostHe ran up with a battle yell that would shake the mightiest oak tree, he slung his makeshift staff against the back of Tylenyphe's head. She dropped to the ground in an instant. This gave Phayefine enough time to prepare herself.
Read PostA while later, the lute player started playing the theme for the guard, the older boys and girls joined in on the spot. Most with their last cups of wine, swaying and singing. Magdaline did not know the words, but at the time was in heaven as an older boy had his arm around her neck. When the song was over, everyone, including her drank the last cup, turning it upright and pouring it down.
Read PostHe picked up an arrow from the girl’s cache and drew it. Just as fast the arrow came out and struck the chest of the dummy. As the girl turned to look back at him, he had his thumb placed square in the middle of his forehead, the same where his arrows landed. He sent the girl to retrieve the arrows that he fired. She returned a minute later having a hard time pulling the metal serrated tips from the dummies head.
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