Letter to Caedmon from Red Larch (Auril 11th)

My beloved friend, Greetings from Red Larch! I apologize in advance for the brevity of this letter—it grows late and my companions intend to set off at daybreak tomorrow, so I must not oversleep! Haha—I’m sure you’re remembering the several (ok, many) times you arrived at my uncle’s house to pick me up, only to […]

Ferryman’s Log, Selected Excerpts (Auril 1222 PC)

9thAuril. Dranseri. I found a local boatman who was willing to guide Mr. Styx’s boat back to the Glade—Tilia, who accompanied me, whispered to me that his fee (25 gold) was exorbitant, but if that ensures that the boat is safely returned to my former master, it is coin well spent. Though I am no […]

Letter to Uriah Styx (7th Auril)

7th Auril, 1222 Dear Mr. Styx, I hope this letter finds you well—that your gouty leg will not bother you even when the cold weather arrives! Sorry for my long silence. I am afraid that we must tarry in Dranseri longer than expected. Don’t worry: your boat is safely docked, and we will pay you […]

Letter in a Bottle: a Tribute to Wynlynn

13th of Sehanine Dearest Wynlynn, I don’t know when you will read this letter, but I’ve used druidcraft to enchant the bottle holding it. As I’ve drawn strength from the rivers of Arklan when far from the ocean, so may this sparkling stream carry my thoughts and affection to you in good time. You shall […]

Where the River Meets the Sea

Matt Hale & Paul Yeoh From the young adult’s novel based on The Mysteries of Arklan Caedmon sighed. “I know it is tough. I care for you too. I always have. But it isn’t possible. Our paths are not the same. You have your Aramentè and I have my songs and gigs. Both our paths […]

Ferryman’s Log, Entry #3 (10th of Sehanine)

My hand is trembling so violently that I can barely write legibly as I wait for permission to visit Tilia, Val, and Wynlynn in the infirmary where more seriously injured combatants are treated. Though I sustained a few serious burns and was knocked about pretty badly, my own injuries were relatively minor compared to those […]

Agenar’s journal, page 251

Approaching Dranseri, the statue of Bahamut, cursed pretender, towers above the roofs. The platinum dragon is surrounded by scaffolding, which I hope means Tiamat has landed an injurious blow. My companions gasped and admired the sights – the Raven Queen’s obelisk, the Cobalt Reserves’ sapphire-domed library, the Two Moon sculpture of the elven gods. They […]

Agenar’s journal, page 248

I was recuperating from the obsidian assassin’s attack in the boat’s bow, talking with Val about the great markets of Dranseri as Teal guided us gently down the river, when Jerry lurched unsteadily toward us with a question. “Agenar,” he asked loudly, “are you the one called Dragon Master of Sriss?” I scowled. I have […]

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