On most nights, the Enchanted Jackal Pub is a busy, raucous tavern, bringing together all manner of Arnathian denizens. From craftspeople to the royal family, orcs to humans, all manner of patrons are welcomed and served. But every twelve weeks or so, the Jackal overflows with recent graduates of the nearby academies. From the Royal…
The dragon’s appearance had surprised the group. The reactions varied from fear to reverence. Beivalur felt it was a sign that they were on to something important in this trip to the Dead Hills Mine. Agnese was still uncomfortab le with the idea that they were being watched. They decided to rest and heal a…
“Ag, you need to lighten up. This whole straight-arrow thing really kills the mood. A good-lookin’ guy like you shouldn’t be so somber…”. She smiled, trying to get him to return the smile. It was her way. Courtenay had recently been promoted out of one of the more prestigious schools of magic in Orsholon City.…
As Beivalur and Courtenay drifted off to sleep, Agnese sat staring into the forest, still puzzled by the mysterious water lady and the shadow that kept appearing at night. It was certainly not a coincidence that he and Ninette had seen the same thing. Was the shadow following them? For what purpose? They were four…
The day’s travel had been uneventful, and the sunshine warm but not overly so. Agnese was feeling more himself, and his wounds were healing quickly, thanks to Beivalur‘s ministrations. The party continued along the Orsholon/Lawcrane Road, and by mid-afternoon, they had reached a pair of stone pillars that straddled the road. They were 20′ feet…
Outside the tavern, it was turning out to be a beautiful morning. Sunlight streamed through the trees, and the sound coming from the nearby market guided the party to their destination. The smell of baked goods and roasted meats mixed with clean air and pine scent for an almost intoxicating combination. As the group approached,…
He hadn’t meant it. He didn’t even know what happened. Like most other days at school, the other boys taunted Rhys. But his father had forbidden him from associating with them. No play after school, no making friends in class. Rhys knew he was different. But today, he found out just how different. His father…
“Get up!” Agnese had his sword drawn as he stood over the young man. He didn’t look like a criminal mastermind, but he was a thief, and Agnese was not going to take any chances. “I said, get up!“ “I can’t”. The youngman’s voice trembled. If he was faking pain and fear, he was a…
As the suns crossed the zenith, the party followed Ulrin to the Elder’s Lodge. In an earlier day, this was likely one of the more ornate and impressive building in the small village. Now, it was a rundown shadow of its former self, with planks broken or missing from the front decking, and the roof…
Henri Mullins is a direct descendant of one of the original mine bosses at the time of the Cataclysm. This places him in a highly trusted position and well-known to the Royal Family. His position as the Logistics boss at Orsholon Mine #3 is an additional measure of trust. With the responsibility of managing the…
