the grand game

Day Seven. Morning. Saya’s eyes rounded in shock at my sudden appearance. “It’s done?” she gasped. “It’s done,” I confirmed. “Or it’s begun,” I amended. Through my…

Day Seven. Morning. Reaching the crevice opening, I looked back to see how the gnome was doing. Her face upturned, she stared at me fixedly. Giving Saya…

Day Seven. Morning. It took me only a few minutes to position Saya and a little longer to explain what I intended. After that, I returned to…

Day Seven. Morning. Temporarily setting aside the mystery of the gnome, I cast analyze upon the beast. The target is a level 198 green wyvern. I gulped….

Day Seven. Dawn. The rest of our journey was thankfully without incident, and when dawn broke on my seventh day in the sector, the jagged mountain cliffs…

Day Seven. Morning. The crinkle of shattering pottery echoed loudly in the tunnel’s silence. Still hidden and poised on the balls of my feet, I waited. A…

Day Seven. Morning. I followed Sulan with my gaze until she vanished entirely but didn’t immediately move on. Crouching down low, I examined the passage in both…

Setting Matters Right Day Six. Night. I found myself alone when I next opened my eyes. It couldn’t be too late—I trusted Duggar to do as he…

83 Days Left to Broker Peace in Sector 12,560 The night passed without incident, and I awoke somewhat groggily with the dawn. Rolling upright, I glanced to…

The Eastern Marches consisted of thirteen sectors. Sector 75,172 was the northernmost and, without a steady stream of players exiting Draven’s Reach, was likely the most sparsely…