4 of 4: The nine-foot golem swung its bladed arm and another officer fell, bloodied and immobile, joining the five others—officers and adventures alike—that had tried to halt its progress through the Gastonian thoroughfare. The town was near enough to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
3 of 4: “Are you sure about this?” said E-Merl, looking dubiously at the white-clad nun helping an older laborer stagger home. The last two days had been full of frustration for Bandit’s recruitment effort. They’d started out lucky: E-Merl turned out […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
2 of 4: Bandit knew how to get attention, but she also knew how to be ignored. All she had to do was look lost in contemplation, and after a second or two of glancing at her pigtails, people generally […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
1 of 4: Ardaic cut a fresh crowquill and began the day’s labors, sorting the papers before him by priority before beginning to attack them with his pen. Requisitions first, settlement of local disputes after, no matter how many of […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Having had some time to cool off in the cooler, Bandit admits she blames herself, not Byron, for the Cultist massacre. Not that she’s changed her mind about Byron being an unacceptable risk, but the buck stops with her. This […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
