Tilia’s Field Notes: Over the Mountain

We spent some time repairing the defiled temple, cleaning the ziggurat and mending what had been broken before departing from the Necromancer’s Lair. One of the others found a strange inscription in dwarvish on the ziggurat, “Wherever there are elves, there are lies.” The elven-blooded among our party seemed irritated at this, but the entire […]

Tilia’s Field Notes: Wynlynn and Val

Our ranger companion Wynlynn remains a little mysterious to me. She has flowing white hair, tied back in ornate braids that show off her fine facial features, basically the sort of ethereal beauty that one expects of a high elf. Her deep green eyes have a liquid quality that reminds me of a vernal pool […]

Tilia’s Field Notes: The Glade Fort

In spite of the cleric’s salves and blessed incense, my sleep was restless and troubled by bizarre nightmares. Perhaps it was an effect of the mummy’s curse, for that’s what caused the black rot. The dream visions of a writhing darkness, filled with horrible bony creatures, ended with a jolt to consciousness after a flying […]

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