Handmaidens of Petra: Windrush Woods, III

Jasna looked up, as the glow from the lantern wavered, dimmed.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going, Stableboy?”

Justin was halfway across the small clearing, lantern held high, his sword drawn.

T-minus 50:45:37, and counting

The trigger encounter for the second act of The Throne of Stars campaign goes live in a little over two days.

Handmaidens of Petra: Windrush Woods, II

The trees didn’t so much thin as simply… stop. Clouds swept from across Matera’s face, high in the sky, on it’s second days’ fullness, silvery light revealing a squat stone hut, the roof half fallen in. The doorway was not so dark, the moonlight only slightly dimmed by the few remaining bundles of thatch.

Magic of Thorn's Mystara: The Masks of Dreaming Night

This is a very very rough first pass at the titular artifact(s) of the current arc of the Chronicle.

Design Diary: The Songbird and Her Cat

The Throne of Stars campaign opened with a question. Two questions, really: What is Aimeel, and why does the Empire want its greatest musical sensation silenced?

Nuwmont 7, 998 AC: Kurest Hurgon

First Quarter Moon (on or about Nuwmont 7, 998AC)

The dwarf slid from the back of the mule, landing with a heavy, metallic jangle punctuated by a snarled curse as he staggered, favoring his right leg.

Handmaidens of Petra: Windrush Woods

“What was that?” Jasna asked. She slowed, then stopped, head cocked to the side as she listened.

“If we’re going to stop every time you hear something, why, I’ll…” Brynne said, shaking her quarterstaff at the other girl.

“Quiet!” Jasna and Petra hissed at the same time.

The sound came again, a dry rustling, a groan.