the grand game

Day Three. Morning. Leaving the alley, I made my way anticlockwise through the fort. The goblins paid me no mind. The hood of my mage’s cloak was…

Day Three. Morning. Outside the door of Mariga’s cabin, I dropped back into stealth concealing myself in the porch’s dimness. Benadean had been right. The dark druid…

Day Three. Morning. “I see,” I said, unsurprised. Given all the trouble Talon had gone to, the least I could do was to hear him out. “Go…

Day Three. Morning. After leaving the Tartan legion’s barracks, I retraced my steps to the dark druid’s cabin. On the way there, I counted the coin in…

Day Three. Morning. I chewed over the alchemist’s words as I slipped out of his cabin. I could not fault his logic even if it left a…

Day Three. Dawn. Leaving the tavern, I headed southeast. The streets were still empty, and much of the town lay in shadow. Gelar’s shop was the closer…

Day Three. Dawn. After the mages disappeared from view, I crouched outside the door to the alchemist’s shop and knocked. In the distance, I could hear the…

Day Two. Night. I sat down against a tree trunk and inspected the dead player’s shortsword more closely. It was a plain blade and made for a…

Day Two. Night. After I reclaimed my swords from the rhomodillo’s corpse, I stood guard while Cecilia’s party looted the bodies of their dead. They took their…