The next morning

I am just going to assume that Darvin and Nym made their way on back to the bed and then rode it up to their room.

"Wake up Darvin." A mellow voice said in his head. "You have a big day ahead of you."
What? He thought to himself. Right... the sword.
Darvin looked over and saw Nym still sleeping next to him. He rubbed her shoulders for a moment before looking out the window. The sky was a perfect blue, and the sun was sending golden rays in through the window.

Mirror, Mirror

Beranhond, Aelysin, and Zalkar traveled on down the path away from the dead creature. After several hours they found a slightly wide spot in the path and decided to camp for the night.

In the morning they continued on their journey. After what seemed another few hours they saw a portal in the distance. Tigrisclawu warned them of an odd mist near the portal.

The portal stuck out above the mist, but all the area below it was obscured and hidden. On edge they continued to make their way to the portal. After a few more minutes of travel they were only thirty or forty feet away from the portal the mist start to clear away. They started to make out the shape of two people. There was silence for a moment as they drew their weapons before Tigrisclawu spoke up.
"You know, that one smells a lot like you Beranhond." Tigrisclawu said sniffing. "And the woman smells like Aelysin. What is going on?"
"I think we have run into your mirror duplicates." Zalkar said quietly. "We... borrowed sections of the mirror realm to cut through the astral sea. Doing so allowed us to maintain normal gravity and time and such. It also means that mirror duplicates were a possibility. However, we hadn't ever actually ran into them."
"Mirror duplicates?"
"Yes, they should be exactly like you... but evil."
Beranhond grimmaced. "Great. What would they want with us?"
"Oh, if they kill you they can take your place in the real world."
"Wonderful." Aelysin said from the other side.
The mist started to clear more and they could make out faces. The taller shape, aside from some scars and a rather hateful expression, looked exactly like Beranhond.
"Zalkar, is that you?" The other Beranhond asked in a calculating voice.
Zalkar looked surprised. "Must be an evil Zalkar running around somewhere too." He whispered aking a step back.
"Keep an eye out, we don't want him to sneak up on us." Beranhond whispered back.

The mirror Beranhond caught a look at Beranhond and smiled.
"Ah, this must be the nice version of me. Are you going to try to chat and convince me, or are you more honest about what an evil version of yourself would do?" He waves his hands and the mists cleared. His costume was very similar to Beranhond's albeit it was either painted, or stained, in a variety of different blood hues.
"Oh, he will probably still try to talk to us dear." Aelysin said laughing malevolently while drawing her bow. "These good types usually try to think of a way out of a decent fight." The mirror Aelysin had the same brown hair and blue eyes, but they showed none of the teasing mirth that Aelysin did.
Beranhond nodded. "So, are we going to talk for a bit, or are we going to fight?"

Darvin's tiny escapade.

Darvin, smiled foolishly from Nym's kiss before approaching the portal. He closed his eyes and took a step through. Here goes nothing. He thought.
It felt warm and inviting against his legs and arms. But as his whole body passed through the warm comforting touches felt a little uncomfortable.
After a longmoment he finally emerged and open his eyes. The room he was in looked like a long abandoned study. Against the wall bookshelves stood covered in leatherbound volumes, scrolls, and tablets. The desks were covered in a fine layer of dust and cobwebs. The room seemed oddly neat, as thought it had been cleaned before being abandoned. It took a moment for Darvin to adjust to the dark, but when his eyes had adjusted he saw a sword stuck into a rock in the center of the room.

Nym's tiny escapade.

Nym felt nothing as she stepped throug the shimmering portal. The other room was small, unadorned, and poorly lit. Fortunately her dancing lights made the transition shortly after her and lit up the rest of the room.
To her surprise she saw Illuvaen grinning in the corner.
"You look surprised!" He said laughing. "I would be too. But worry not, I am not actually here in the flesh Nym. I managed to get some help in order to subvert this silly "test" to briefly talk to you." He stepped closer. "I need your help."

Elsewhere in the world part 1

Mashy sighed and continued to scrub the counter.
"What's wrong lassie?" The bartender said.
"Oh, its nothing. Just worried." She said pushing her glass toward him.
"Worried? Is it about the sundering, the Lathenderian forces, or something else?" He said as he filled up the pint with beer and sending it back to her.
She smiled weakly and took a sip.
"Well, kind both. There was this guy I used to be really close to." She said taking another sip and looking wisftul.
"Oh, I see." The bartender said knowingly. "He broke your halfling heart didn't he?"
"Yes." She said sighing. "To run off with some young innocent wizard or something." She drank some more. "I mean, I guess I can forgive him for that, but it doesn't make it hurt less or make me worry less. Last thing I heard he was going to go out and right some wrongs or something."
"Lots of wrong's to be righted. Was he heading anywhere near Waterdeep?"
"I think he was heading right for Waterdeep."
"I hope he got out of there, last I heard that land is mostly cracks, lava, and hostile armies."
"The fool." She said. "I am also worried about my family in Secomber. I haven't heard from them in ages and I am worried that the city was taken over."
The bartender held his tongue. He had just heard from some refugees that the only thing left unspoiled in the entire region around Waterdeep were the druids who had escaped into the High Forest.
"I... am sure it will be alright sweetie." He refilled her pint. "On the house."
She put her head down on the bar.
"Darvin, you stupid fool..." she whispered. "I miss you..." The bartender softly patted her arm.

"The new report is in Grand-Warden." A frumpy looking red wizard said behind her.
Ceilith turned away from the view of drab Thay and smiled at him graciously. "Thank you magistrate. Come, walk me down to my office." He nodded and the two of them moved to walk down the stairs away from the battlements.
"How are the repatriations coming along?"
"Quite well. We have arranged travel and a small stipend for all the former slaves who wished to return home to their native lands. Those who decided to remain here have been given either land or start up capital for their home businesses." He paused under her raised eyebrow. "Honestly, nothing can undo the damage wrought by the previous regime, but at least it is a sign that the Republic of Thay is interested in doing what it can."
"Well spoken Halfarg." She said. "I will make note of that in my next report to the Citadel. I will say that we have been quite pleased that our expeditionary force to Thay has had to do little peace-keeping duty. You and your fellows do seem to have turned the corner." Thay had changed dramatically in such a short amount of time. She thought. The revolution had sprung up overnight and the wizards were really not prepared for the damage that a repressed people can do.
"You are lucky that the revolution didn't just slaughter all of you."
"There were many of us who always had qualms about the path that our most recent ruler had. It was a convenient time for us to throw our lot with the opressed masses." He saw the look on her face. "I know that we had been cowards before then, but I hope that the world will give us the chance to show that we will never let that happen again."
"I do not know if the world is as forgiving as I am." She said as she opened the door to her office and ushered him in. Although the new government of the Republic had offered her the former chambers of the ruling wizard she decided that simple chamber would do. She took a seat.
"How about the mobilization?"
"We are trying to push our training ahead of schedule to replace those wizards lost in the revolution. I am hoping that we will soon have enough combat forces to stem the tide. Our new Republic Guard is ahead of schedule - your Paladin's have been instrumental in their training. I daresay that our next army will not know what to make of a Thayvian army trained by Tormish Paladins."
"Let's just hope it is enough." She looked down at the stack of papers. "Any other news?"
"We lost contact with our scout patrol that was sent to Shaar."
"Oh? Any idea what happened?" They had been hoping that the orcs would be helpful allies and stop any disasters in the south.
"Our last report came frofrom Zalkar who said the unit had been destroyed and that he was bringing several warriors back with him. He said he was going to use the gates to travel back, but we haven't heard anything since." The man looked down at a sheet of paper.
"One said he knew you, a cleric named Ethelred Beranhond."
Ceilith felt a leap of her heart as she remembered all of the times she had spent with him and she felt a slight flush creeping to her face.
"Eth?"
Halfrag looked confused. "Do you know him?"
"Long story... very long story... we used to be good friends." She stopped. "Well, still are good friends, our paths just cross in odd and dangerous places. Maybe he can shed some light on the situation."

Illuvaen crepty quietly through the woods and looked out into the open glade. Seeing nothing he waved his hands back to to his followers. His six companions approached with bows drawn.
"Any sign of danger?"
"No, I think we avoided my mother's trackers."
"She is getting better at tracking than the shadowcasters were." One said quietly.
"She is far too clever." Illuvaen responded in a hushed tone. "At least she hasn't fully learned how to use the gem, otherwise we would be in series trouble."
"Next time some visitors from another world show up Illuvaen don't be so nice to them OK?"
Illuvaen winced. It was true that he had helped Nym escape the world and that their efforts had unwittingly put his mother in charge. I hope she is doing well. He thought. I wouldn't mind seeing her again, even if she is running with that foolish Darvin.
"Alright, time to move, lets get into the safety of the village!" Illuvaen shouted. Then moving as one, he and his companions darted across the field and dived into a nearly invisible hole in the ground.

Wandering in an Astral Sea

As soon as the creature had been felled he turned toward Zalkar.
"Shutup."
"But, I didn..."
"You are talking, shutup!" He said forcefully.
"We will talk later oh powerful Wizard of Thay." He said as turned away from the Wizard. I probably shouldn't take my anger out on him. Beranhond thought. Though, he did lead us into the Astral Sea without any kind of plan...
As he stalked away from the wizard Beranhond saw that Tigrisclawu had found a nice bit of dead animal flesh to play with and seemed content. Weird cat... He thought shaking his head. Over to his left, Aelysin had knelty before the corpse of the creature and was trying to remove her arrows. She was having a bit of problem as the arrows seemed locked within the carcass.
"So, Aelysin..." he said approaching her.
"Yes, Eth?" She said, still prying on the arrow.
"You are very good with that bow. I think most of the injuries were caused by you."
"Well, thank you." She said smiling at him, before turning back to the corpose ."I just do what I can."
"So, did you learn those techniques from hunting?"
She didn't look at him. "In a way."
"Oh?" He said looking at her closely.

Sense motive:
Roll(1d20)+11:
13,+11
Total:24

"Hunting... while working with the trading guilds?"
"I guess you could say that." She stood up looked over at Zalkar and then stepped closer into him. Then, to his surprise, she put her arms around his neck and pulled him to close
"Oh Eth, you aren't the only one with an interesting past. Let's just say that parts of my past have been more interesting than simply working for a trading guild." Before he could respond she pulled his face down and kissed him.
"In either case, I will tell you more later when there are less prying eyes. Let's just get out of this mess."

In the Hall of Aethea

"Oh, they are probably doing what they think is best. Though best is a relative term for Darvin." Talathel responded smiling at Aethea.
Zalkar grew more nervous as they continued to sit at the table. Although Talathel seemed rather unworried, Zalkar was very suspicious of the situation. Why would they want him? He wasn't the leader of the group or anything Zalkar thought to himself. He set his glass down and looked around at the guards stationed throughout. They had no weapons, but had the bearing of people who needed none. From the muscles on their arms, Zalkar could tell that their robes hid powerful physiques. Their steely calm reminded him of monks he had met while traveling in Faerun.

Zalkar was quite calm compared to Lailsan. She hadn't been to keen on traveling through the Astral Sea to begin with, but their recent arrival in this odd land had made her even less comfortable. At the same time, she was rather curious about these people. From their knowledge of Talathel, and Talathel's ease with the setting it appeared that this was the land that he had traveled to before the destruction of Waterdeep.
"How do you know Talathel, Aethea?" Lailsan said interuppting.
The woman looked her direction.
"Oh, he was kind enough to destroy the evil Shadowcasters, weren't you?" She said smiling

Violet and the Guest House

Lanarra seemed slightly sad that Darvin and Violet wouldn't be joining them. But shrugged her shoulders and led Violet toward her house idly talking about the weather and other such frivolities.

After a few minutes Lanarra unlocked a solid wrought iron gate set between a very tall and formidable stone wall.
"Your house seems quite... forboding."
"My grandfather was nervous about the sins of his past coming back to haunt him."
"Aren't we all..."
She smiled. "Truer words were never spoken..."
The house would be better described as a manor. It had two separate wings and was surrouned by a large garden.
"You live here by yourself?" Violet asked impressed.
"Yes, ever since my parents died and left the property to me." She led Violet down the path and into the main house.
The interior took Violet's breath away. The floor was an smooth marble, the walls were covered in paneled woods and the stairs to the bedroom were some kind of green stone that she could not recognize. The foyer opened up into three rooms. One was clearly a kitchen. The second room was a library, and the third held a piano, benches, and ornate chairs.
"Are you hungry? I have plenty of food to share with you.

Darvin and Nym in the Taberna Morta

As Nym and Darvin made their way to the Inn Darvin was slightly distracted by the thought of pirate stories. However, he was hoping that the evenings activities would make up for the loss in story time.

Nym on the other hand was just glad to be away from the village woman. She seemed to have too much of an interest in Darvin and wasn't about to let the silly boy be distracted by the random harlots of Faerun.

The Inn and Tavern shared the same slightly ramschakled building. The sign hanging over the door read "Taberna Morta." Neither Darvin or Nym are able to translate the odd language, but can sound out the words.
Mind you, it doesn't actually say "Taberna Morta" I am using latin as a stand-in.

The inside of the tavern turned out to be nothing special. There were a number of patrons at the bar and at surrounding tables. The general mood seemed to be rather languid.
After a brief moment a man from behind the bar took notice of them. "Can I help you two?"

The road back...

Nym, Darvin, Violet, and Grumbleshanks decided to leave for the Lady Narath that evening. While packing up the meager remnants of their supplies they found two amulets wrapped around a note.

Darvin and Nym:
I finished these up while on the road. They only offer one healing a day, but it should provide some assistance.
Beranhond

They road out later that evening. Nym rode out on Nesme, Darvin and Violet on random horses they were able to acquire. Grumbleshanks trotted along on a donkey he named "Buggles."

They traveled for several days and nights without incident. They camped each night and Grumbleshanks, turned out to share the halfling love of food and was, though not at first, willing to share his food and ale.

On the fourth day they came to a small village late in the evening.
"I have had enough of camping out, I suggest we try the inn for the night..." Grumbleshanks mumbled sleepily. "Any objections?"

After "the Call"

Violet politely pretended not to hear the conversation that Darvin had carried on, and as Nym walked up, she asked, "Who was that?"

She added two black flakes to each of the two vials she was working on, and tapped them firmly and persistently until they became clear. At this point, she set them in a stand and added 2 drops of a liquid that instantly made the vials seem to churn and come alive. She quickly added stoppers, and looked at the vials intently, waiting for a cue.

Beranhond's Path

Beranhond felt a little queasy and felt ready to vomit. The path felt as if it had shifted drastically - it felt much like the Lady Narath at sea. He kept his head down to calm his stomach and hoped that the beast wasn't about to crush him.
"Eth... look up."
Beranhond finally raised his head and was shocked to see that they were sitting on a much narrower path. Tigrisclawu was cleaning himself and didn't seem to care. However, Aelysin was looking down in awe.
"I can't see any sign of the beast or the crossroads." She said to him as his stomach started to settle. Beranhond sat up more firmly and was even more surprised to see that their traveling group had been further reduced.
"Where are they?" he asked nervously.
"I think they are on the other half of the path." Zalkar responded as he shook dirt of his robes. "I hope they are OK."

Talathel's Path

When Talathel looked up he saw that he was lying next to Zalkar and Lailsan on the path. Except, there was no sign of the beast, Beranhond or Aelysin. The path also looked narrower, but it stretched far in front and behind them.
"What... happened?" Lailsan asked quietly.
"I... think that the paths have found a new home." Zalkar said quietly.

A Quiet Conversation

As Nym road up, Darvin and Violet slowed to a stop. Violet was still very alert, and searching all around for more foes as she asked, not looking at either Darvin or Nym, "Those looked like slavers. Do you have any reason why they were after you? Other than the obvious, of course." With this last comment, she turned and winked at Nym, then resumed her scan of the grass and area around them.

Perception: Roll(1d20)+11:
16,+11
Total:27

Battle of the Fields

Darvin Init:
Roll(1d20)+7:
7,+7
Total:14

Nym Init:
Roll(1d20)+4:
13,+4
Total:17

Violet:
Initiative: Roll(1d20)+5:
19,+5
Total:24

So, Slavers, Violet, Nym, Darvin. The guards took their AO attacks already, and Violet took her sneak attacks, so they will attack and then we will procceed according to init schedule. Please remember to attack twice when it is your turn.

Happy Holidays

Some news for you and your characters!

First of all, there is another sourcebook available on the blog now. It's the Pathfinder Advanced Player's Guide, and includes extras for every class as well as several new core and prestige classes and a good supply of new feats. Feel free to use anything from this book for any future character advancement.

To make using the Advanced Player's Guide easier, there is a new character template in the character folder. It includes all the house rules of our campaign, including Sexual Prowess, the +2 skill points everyone has, and does a better job of making it easy to fill out, I think.

Finally, as a little Interdenominational Faerunian Holiday gift to all of you, you may retrain your character if you would like. Feel free to change anything that has been making you unhappy. Feel free to use the Advanced Player's Guide, the new Template, and make sure your character reaches level 8.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask either Dan or Whittaker.

Violet Passes the Time (While Darvin and Nym Pass the Time...)

Whittaker, when you let me know if Violet finds any suitable men, please post the results here. I will leave the other post for Darvin and Nym's lovemaking session. Violet is especially interested in men who are in positions of power. Thanks!

A Brave New World

Beranhond, Talathel, Lailsan, and Aelysin all felt something smack them in the face. Tigrisclawu, in the way of cats, managed to land on his feet. When they opened their eyes they then realized that it would have been better to say that their face smacked the ground.
"Welcome to the Astral plane... or at least a very small controlled portion of it that the Wizards of Thay use to move around. We have a bit of a walk before our exit." Zalkar said in an awfully cheerful voice.

Shadows of the Past

Posting for Darvin...
Darvin sobbed softly as Nym held him. He really hadn't had the time to process before, but Thjodolf's death had finally hit him.
"I never expected any of this." He finally said. "I thought this was just going to be a grand adventure - but there has been so much death."

Quo Vadis?

Talathel can't quite see Darvin yet, because he hasn't quite found his way so we shall just axe that for now...

Nym, along the way you also see the charred bodies of Scriptus and Codex - they were burned beyond recognition, but their wedding rings shone identified them to you.

Talathel and Beranhond stared out at the wreckage as if unsure of what to do.
"Excuse me, new friends of mine, but perhaps I could inquire as to where we might obtain some food or fresh water? Last night was trying for all of us and I think we could use breakfast." The strange fellow in black said.
Beranhond shook his mind as if clearing a mist.
"Yes, of course." Beranhond rummaged around and found a empty trough and filled it with ten gallons of freshly made clean water.
The man in black raised his eyes. "I see that your groups reputation is well deserved." However, he said no more as everyone started to spread out their meager food.
Beranhond turned towards Talathel wanting to ask him a question, but noticed a familiar shape on a horse.
"Nym!" He said standing, "glad to see you survived the awful night. Any sign of Darvin?"

Darvin picked up Thjodolf's corpse and started walking toward the pile. With a sad heave he through him on and sang a short sea chanty in his memory.
"Dear friend of yours?" Khursid asked in a polite understanding tone. Darvin simply nodded. They made their way out of camp, passing many people. Some were carrying corpses, wounded, and their friends, while there were some who were simply looking for whatever remnants of their lives they could salvage. After a walk that seemed to take an eternity Darvin noticed a grouping of humanoids in a small opening in the midst of the destruction.

We have come to one of those situations where everyone is standing around. This is something we have historically struggled with. I will fill in when need to make it less awkward, but essentially you have several things you could do:

1. Try to make some sense of the situation.
2. Quiz this strange man in black - if this sounds really boring I can have Beranhond do this in one big post that you get the information without having to do an RP.
2. Decide the next step based on any information you learn.
3. Decide where you want to go to get what needs to be done.
4. Something completely different than anything I just mentioned ... such as:
A. Flee and not worry about the encroaching evil.
B. Pool your money and spend it all on liquor.
C. Try to take over the Orcish camp and turn them into slaves.

The morning after...

When the morning came, Nym found herself in a corner of the camp feeling stretched and sore. Pipper lay next to her crying.

Darvin, found himself underneath the large orcish woman. He struggled out and saw that the arena was a smoldering ruin. Beside him Khursid started to move, much of her body was covered in deep burns and scars, but after a moment she was able to stand and look out on the wreckage.
"I am impressed... whoever did this has a lot of power." She said to Darvin, or perhaps to no one in particular.

Talathel, Aelysin, Tigrisclawu, Beranhond and Lailsan are asleep on the edge of the camp. Beranhond acquired some scrapes and bruises, but the rest of them appeared none the worst for wear. As they looked out on the camp they saw that most of the camp is in ruins, tents fallen, and dead bodies laying on top of the wreckage. The stench of death is strong and several orcs are moving around collecting bodies and taking them to a large pyre.

"Narath have mercy..." Beranhond said quietly looking out at the carnage.

Death came quickly that night

Darvin:
As you spin around you see that your opponent hasn't given up.
"Wait... everyone is running... what are you doing!" However, before he has time to say anything more her fist hits him square in the face and he knows no more of the night.
"No rules about sucker-punches little elf."
However, as she turns around to leave a large staff hits her in the face and she keels over on top of Darvin.

Beranhond:
As Talathel leaves Beranhond turns back to stare at the man. Perhaps staring at each other will only lead to awkward situations...

"Who are you." He called out deciding to cut the chill in the air.

"Perhaps a friend..." He says starting to walk on over. "There are bad tidings tonight... bad tidings indeed."
Out of the corner of his eye Beranhond notices a blue glow coming from a tent. As he turns the entire thing is thrown aside as a large horrific shape steps out of the wreckage. It was over ten feet tall and was covered in an array of archaic symbols that seemed to be etched into the creatures skin. They glowed with a white fire and left trails on the eyes of all those who witnessed them. Beranhond couldn't make out the face for it seemed to have no features at all aside from two large red eyes.
"Wizards of Thay! Your time has come!" It boomed out.
"Oh shit..." Beranhond says turning to the strange man. "What the hell..."
"It is as I feared..." He grabs his staff, holds steady for a moment, and then launches a fireball at the shape. Beranhond at the same time pulls his shield and sword into position.
The demon throws his hand aside and the fireball spins off and crashes into a tent. Seconds later several orcs run from the tent covered in fire and screaming. Their hair and skin is mostly burned away and their eyes betray the misery they are undergoing.
Beranhond, tries to turn, but the strange man grabs him.
"I have no power against this force... it seems immune to the arcane. Please... you must help me."
Beranhond turned and raised his shield letting blue light of sanctuary fall over the two of them. The creatures approached and pounded against the shield but after a few blows gave up and ran off to the camp.
Before the man could do anything Beranhond turned his shield and hit him the chest knocking him to the ground.
"The Wizards of the Thay have a bad reputation... what are you doing here?" Beranhond demanded shaking the man.

Elsewhere in the camp a group of black dressed wizards were trying to shepard people to safety.
"Flee as fast as you can. This creature will destroy all if it can." They heard a boom and slowly turned around and sent off fireballs at the shape. They bounced off and flew away into the camp. Their flames caused many tents and people to burst into flames.
"Oh no..." They said in near unison and sent spell after spell at the creatures as it approached. Each shot off the shape and damaged parts of the camp.
"Run!" The leader said as they dashed away and split up, each trying to find their way to safety. Their previous charity was gone now as they fled as they often tried to knock passing pedestrians into their path in order to save themselves. The creatures took off after each one, not all that concerned about the damage it was causing to passing orcs, humans, and other assorted creatures. The creature killed each wizard in turn and in a unique, and distressing way.

"Why are you here..."

"We... came seeking help from the orcs. The red wizards of Thay are as concerned about the rising power in the west as much as anyone. But please, just save me and I will tell you all you ask once that creatures is gone."
Beranhond stared at the man for a moment and then hit his head with his fist knocking him out. He then picked him up and took off for the edge of the camp. Hoping to run across the rest of Kilink. He hoped that Nym was alright, she wouldn't have any defenses against that beast. He suspected that the creatures wouldn't be too concerned about Darvin.
Beranhond couldn't help but stop and help those injured and wounded, and several times the creatures passed howling in rage, but eventually after several hours he caught up with the remnants of Kilink at the edge of camp. Exhausted he raised his shield and cast "obscuring mist" before Aelysin caught him in her arms, laid him to the ground, and he instantly fell asleep. The unconscious man falling to the ground forgotten.

General Rules

Howdy Folks!

We will be moving away from the previous model of posting every day to trying to post every other day or so. My hope is that you can post by the evening of Tue/Fri/Sun. That gives you two to three days for each post

If you can't - no worries! The DM will simply post for you if you don't!

Also, in order to facilitate the action you will find yourself split up more often - that way you don't sit around waiting for the other people to respond. Plus, in this next chapter you will all have smaller story arc adventures that directly connect with your character! Should be pretty fun!

Exploring Glowing Tents

Nym approached the glowing tent cautiously, convinced she may be going mad. "I should be with Darvin in case he needs assistance..." Nym muttered to herself as she pulled back the tent flap and looked inside waiting for her eyes to adjust.

Homesteading

As Dan has added nothing here in sometime... I am going to use the homestead act and lay claim to this document. However, I decided to also lay claim to this website and will post here instead of in the document. Feel free to respond... if you don't anytime soon I will go ahead and finish it for you.

Talathel: As you look around you think you see a small group of men nearby wearing dark and expensive clothing. After observing them for a moment you notice that they are not paying much attention to the fight, but that they do seem to be paying attention to the armed guards patroling the arena.

Nym: As far as I can tell... you are approaching a tent that has a lot of odd light billowing out from underneath it. I will take that as a starting point.
As you approach the tent you see an unearthly light coming out from the tent. Though most everyone in the camp is at the arena, a few random people wander about. However, none of them seem interested in the tent.

Beranhond:
As is somewhat common for Beranhond, an interesting side conversation popped up when one of the students asked about the religion of the northlands. Beranhond started to explain the pantheon of Gods. However, he was only halfway through when he was distracted by a darkly dressed man standing in the shadow of a tent and staring his way.

Darvin:
Blows were traded back and forth; however neither of you seem to be able to make contact with the other. Khurshid seemed tireless and continued to taunt Darvin.
“Skinny elf-boy, perhaps you need to go home and spend some more time nursing at your momma’s teats!”