The Easting Reach

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Lori's latest potion brewing had not gone quite to plan.

In the dark of a winter's night along the coastline a good way south of Sarshel, the night sky is lit by the leaping flames of a burning ship. With the wind and rain, there may be few, if any, witnesses to the blaze, and if those who perished in it had any who would seek them out, they would find th...

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Took me near on two hours to get the rapier clean. I couldn't sleep until I got every little spot of blood off it - I don't blame the archaeologist for feeling crap, it's a hard thing to see folk die in front of you, can be even harder if you've had a good hand in killing them. Good job I'd seen a b...

30 years previously, somewhere in the Deep Wastes. Throin was dying. He lay on the rough dark tunnel floor in a slowly increasing pool of his own blood, and as he could feel his eyes close, his ears echoed with the sounds of the battle raging around him. He could still see the others, fighting despe...

Caused a bit of a stink really, when I told Ma I was heading off with Pa. She didn't want me heading off to that sort of danger, that's all she could see. We came to a deal eventually, just to keep everyone sweet. I'd go off with Pa for a bit, but she wanted me to stay at the Duck in the winter and ...

The name's Amber. Odd sort of name in a way, but then I look around and see that how I grew up was odd, compared to most of Impiltur. Would I swap it? No way. You can blame my old Pa for the name. Most folk don't come across the likes of my Pa, Cliffhanger Joe he was called, and he was a Tapper. A w...

The last few moons have been rather an endless seeming repetition of tomes, scrolls, inks and waking slumped over the work I had fallen asleep over the previous small hours. Songhall proved a productive enough place to make some progress though, and I feel I am close to making some breakthrough in k...

I should not perhaps be surprised at the rapidity of change that can overtake one's circumstances, given my rapid fall from grace into social pariah in Lyrabar all those moons ago. The return from Vlasta to something resembling civilisation was a welcome one, at least for me, and it has given me a c...

It is becoming apparent that life as it is now requires a certain amount of adjustment and adaptation. The role I have currently taken upon myself as an arcane accompaniment to various wandering adventurers leaves little enough room for the indulging of the whims of the life I have left behind. even...