Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Logrivich's Tower - Part 2

Jorgen backed away from the large female troll but she followed him out into the weapons room. Again she took a whack with her battleaxe. Jorgen was screaming for help but the mechanical background noise and the battle going on in the dining room made hearing him difficult.

Amadeo killed off the last troll in the dining area and then Casia began burning the two troll bodies there.

At this point Santrel and Milos had found that Jorgen was not around and went looking for him. Santrel saw him alone in a great battle with the female troll, who looked more foul than the ones they just killed.

Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Logrivich's Tower - Part 1

Ringeirr led the party through the streets of Whitethrone. Martial law had recently been declared in the city, making it even more dangerous than usual for foreigners to venture outside of the relatively safe Merchants' Quarter. Patrols of Elvanna's mirror men and the Winter Guard were everywhere. Ringeirr insisted that they watch their step and take care not to attract attention to themselves.

 He led the group to the floes headed directly to the Water Palace. 

"This is where many of the Jadwiga live.  Be extra cautious here." Ringeirr said as they approached a small communal bathhouse just east of the Water Palace. 

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

The Howlings

As the party approached with Fanara assisting Ringeirr in pushing the cart of fish they saw a gatehouse. Standing beside the gatehouse was a tall woman, with shoulder length silver hair, fair skin, and bright blue
eyes-and by human standards she is very attractive.  She was eyeing the party warily and as Ringeirr and Fanara approached she threw up her hands and ordered them to stop.

"What are you transporting in that cart?" she inquired without real conviction.

"It is a load of fish for the hungry population of the Howlings," Ringeirr answered.

Friday, September 5, 2025

Fishcamps

Casia headed toward the nearest group of townsfolk.

"Excuse me, but do you know of a local names Ringeirr Malenkov?" she inquired.

One of the younger men responded, a little quickly, "There is no one in the Fishcamps by that name. Right Dimitri."

"No we know of no one by that name." another older gentleman said.

"Are you sure, we are supposed to meet him here?" Casia continued.

"We know of no one called Ringeirr," the young man said.