A scratchy gurgling bubbles out from the Mind Thief. The creature’s tentacles writhe, twisting and undulating with intent. Alkara ducks behind a tree. A moment later a sizzle and thud impacts her cover. Alkara smiles savagely to herself. The thing is running out of spells. She almost has it. She whirls back around the tree […]
Alkara follows the brain thief’s tracks toward the River West. She’s closing in on the thing, but it’s still proving extremely difficult to pin down. It doesn’t help that she can only meditate with Urdima for short periods of time out here. The earth itself is corrupted. Twisted. Poisoned. Worse than that time with the
Covered in light scratches and feeling the weight of the need for sleep, Alkara is still thrilled. She isn’t performing particularly well during Uncle Iro’s “make your way through the forest at night with no light” exercise. The scratches are evidence of that. It’s been three years with Uncle Iro and the exercises aren’t exactly
Tharan sits in a chair in his parlor, staring into the fire, musing on the encounter he’d had with his potential new client the previous evening. It had been entertaining, that much was certain. He chuckles to himself as the image of her flinging a sculpture at some nightmare monster resurfaces. Her elvish had been