Adventures in Aervera
A good year. The harvest was long since finished and the root cellar was quite full. He had a good store of fuel, the animals were provided for, and he still had some money left over after his trades with that greedy caravan master Worsh. He suspected the priest Stefano might have had something to …
Gashesh wiped a cold film of sweat from his forehead. He almost turned the page of his book with his wet hand but then remembered to wipe his hands on his robes first. The tomes in New Albion Hall’s library were valuable and zealously cared for. He’d stand a fair chance of being noticed if …
The smells filling the air were simply mouth watering. I never tire of mortal fare. If only they knew how good they have it! In heaven, the food tends to nurture the spirit more than the body. Food on the Prime is so much more… primal, I suppose. Smells, textures, tastes, and something solid just …
(13th of Lamashan, 625: The heroes have just dispatched the villains at Aunt Dilla’s farm and, amongst other things, recovered a diary of some sort. After discovering the letters stored within its pages the rest of the journal remains to be perused. Some of the more interesting entries follow…) Diary Entry; 25 Arodus, 598 The …
(13th of Lamashan, 625: The heroes have just dispatched the villains at Aunt Dilla’s farm and, amongst other things, recovered a diary of some sort. As they take their next rest and begin to study its pages two faded and brittle pieces of paper fall out. Their contents are as follows…) 14 Pharast, 586 Child, …
Dear Rem’e, I’m sorry not to have written sooner. Though you seem a decent person, it made me nervous when you ran afoul of the law last month. I hope you understand that I could not jeopardize my livelihood by associating with accused criminals who openly fought the constabulary in the streets. However, that all …
Legereal contentedly turned his face up to the sun. The warmth of high summer was reaching its daily peak. The drone and buzz of myriad insects was music to his ears, and the vines surrounding him writhed and twisted as if moving to a rhythm even he could not perceive. Nodellendil stood a good distance …
Peasants always congregate at times like these, embracing the illusion that they’re safer together. They’re not unlike the cows in the field, really, except for one marked difference. The cows were huddled together outside. Apparently, the need to feel safe did not coexist with the need to bathe. The smell was positively offensive. The …
Last night’s roast was fantastic, just like I’d predicted. With yams, no less! And seasonings, and greens, and hearty beer, and seasonings. And did I mention the seasonings? Why, yes I did. The cook is some kind of genius. Of course, farmer Larade was there, which was an unexpected disappointment. Has he ever said a …
Peace and quiet. It’s always relaxing to walk through an empty mine. There’s no noise, no bustle, and even the walls themselves seem to breathe a sigh of relief after being hammered all day. “No worries, you’ll yield more beauties to us come the morning.” he said, patting the wall. He was here for different …