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Tywacomb-2c06076 – PASSING AND BEING LISTENED TO
Rox had to draw on her past personal training to hold her balance and not collapse as she suddenly felt as if she had run a marathon in ten seconds. After a moment, her equilibrium reestablished, Rox looked around.
Master Iver was scratching with a quill pen on a sheet of paper.
Rox waited until he finished, then spoke up. “What did you find?”
Master Iver turned to her, and held out a cane to her. “That you inherent ability is approximately equal to your progenitors. This is a mild surprise, as most cross-breeds usually loose that in successive generations.”
Rox took the cane in one hand and his proffered hand in her other and stepped the long wobbly step off the stool. “When The Sorceress did this same general thing in Veradale, it was not anywhere near so intense.”
“My apologies for that. I expect I used a much more detailed and advanced spell than was used on you previously. It has told me seve
Enola's Trek - pt3004 Part 3
The morning after their time in the camp, Enola woke to Newt being curled up against her. Newt had been pleased with her nursing and obedience and helpfulness to Enola, but likewise scared of those bandits, and needing a bit of comforting. For the next few days she did not leave arms length proximity from Enola, save when absolutely necessary.
Two days along, Enola missed Mabel’s company. Mabel sewed fabric better than Enola. Enola did a terrible job sewing a new hem on the bottom of her skirt. The next morning, Newt picked out Enola’s attempt, and then sewed it herself, finishing quickly. When done, it looked like the skirt belonged that length.
A week further and the hills and forest gave way to more rolling grasslands, with the streams running generally southwest.
Enola sat with Newt by their little fire. Nothing of note had happened to start Enola talking, so she decided to tell a story.
Presto, Varla, Enola, Mabel arrive in The RealmYear 0, Season 1
003 Part 1:
Karena, Andy, Varla, Enola, and Mabel all materialized on a field near a ruined village. To the west a swamp encroached on the farmlands. To the east rose a forbidding mountain range. The village was abandoned and overgrown with wild grasses and a few new trees.
Varla looked around and spoke first. “Welcome to my home village.”
Mabel kicked at the dirt, and looked around. “Where are we?”
Varla pointed at the swamp. “That is the Swamp of Darkness.”
Turning she pointed up at the mountains.
Andy finished before she did. “Up there, is where the Forbidden Tower was.”
Enola was not fully paying attention to how familiar others were, and innocently asked. “What happened here,” as she gestured to the overgrown ruins.
Varla answered. “A
Tywacomb-2c05071 – MEETING THE SELF-IMPORTANT
Steven found his experience with the local tailors to be just as disagreeable for him as Rox had found for her.
On the other hand, Rox was able to assert herself sufficient to get one ‘tasteless’ gown made that she actually liked.
Journal of Steven Caplan 114
The Tailors here are efficient and capable. But the formal costume they are building for me leaves much to be desired, by my own tastes. I look like a jester. Tomorrow we go before the Clan that seams to be in charge here.
We were told to make a bit of a scene, I presume without getting out of hand.
Caspian says he has magically given us the local language, but it may not last due to the various magic’s in the area interacting. We shall see. At any rate, I can understand the locals for the moment.
Steven initially had to fight against laughing at their costumes. Rox wore a formal gown that looked made of Elizabethan Motley with a clashing translucent robe. Steven had baggy t
Eric, Sheila, Terri, Bobby - Trouble at TardosYear 0, Season 1
002 Part 1:
The Alicorn River flowed quietly along dividing the rolling hills of the Wondrous Wood and the weather worn pinnacles of the Dust Lands. It was a promisingly quiet summer day, with the four suns in their tracks across the sky approaching mid-day, the largest and most dominant marking its summer solstice.
Near the river bank a whirl of light expanded and took the shapes of three men and two women of assorted size and age.
The largest wore matte grey plate armor accented by red capes and a grey heavy cloth skirt. A large sword at his hip had a winged helmet hung from it, an unadorned kite shield hung on his back, a red coif covered his head.
He spoke addressing the other four, pointing across the river. “This is the Alicorn River. Tardos is that way. These are good lands for you to start in. Civilized enough for you, Cavalier, to begin to build a reputation. Wild enough for you, Barbarian, to begin to build yours.”
A trail could be seen intermitte
INTRO-Part 4-The Starting PlansPart 4
Hank was first back. Dungeon Master sat on a boulder, asleep or meditating. His usual smirk was missing, and he looked worn out. Uni moved about near by, evidently getting used to being a quadruped again.
Hank sat and began examining his new swords. They were well used, with smoothed out nicks and pits along the working edges. Double edged short swords, with blades about a hand length longer than from his elbow to his fingertips. They were well balanced. The ivory grip had some gold wire inlay that went over the pommels and crossbars, He checked the edges, they were dull, and would need sharpening. He wondered what special abilities they had, but figured that like his bow all those years ago, he would figure it out, and they would let him know.
Sheila and Eric came out of the rocks and found her a boulder to sit on. Hank could see that Eric had a sword hilt hanging out of the top of his shield. I
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