dragon stone

Starting this Monday Evening April 8 at 8:00 pm est, Meet either before time at DragonStone Hall (house closest to Ter Mur / Royal City Moongate) or just at the moongate works m for a head count and a run down of what to expect or at time meet in Shadowguard. Parties will be broke down into...

Dagda and I rode our horses slowly down the road in Ilshenar. We were wandering for the sake of wandering. As we had been for the two previous days. Looking down valleys and places either never tread or forgotten by either of us. We had just entered a series of canyons where the road...

There was a loud thumping in my head. No, there was a loud thumping on my door, which was aggravating the thumping in my head. “WHAT!” “Pigeon” “WHAT?” “Carrier Pigeon” The door swung open without a creak thankfully. In strode the house scribe. He was tall and thin. I could not remember...

Endings are usually not foreseen. And this one was no exception. I suppose there was an inkling. If I had paid the appropriate attention the signs were all there. I had seen Jaden I had not seen Daenyra. Daenyra’s house behind my house was now owned by Deammona a gargoyle. I was drinking...

It was dark and rainy. It was about noon and as dark as dusk. The occasional stab of bright light as lightning arced across the sky followed by rolling thunder marked the minutes. I paced up and down the great hall. Inaction wasn’t foreign to me. But three days of this weather had me...

His mighty axe swung side to side. The head of the demon spun off in the general direction of the axe at the point of connection. Foul demon blood gushed and soaked into his green tabard, and splattered across his gleaming green helmet. A giant hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him up...

It was the height of summer, and ungodly hot in Dragon Stone. Fortunately the house sits at a point and a cool breeze was running off the river. Pie was paying the piano. Outside I could hear the shrik, shrik, shrik of the gardeners sheers cutting grass around the edge of the house...

I was at the Luna mint. It was another boring languorous day. I had nothing to do. I had encountered Izznet and had whiskered through a conversation on multiple dimensions and instantaneous travels and for some strange reason the differences between physics and metaphysics and magic. As if...

It is Sunday night the guild meeting is over. Daenyra keeps Dragon Stone ticking along. There are a lot of new faces in the guild. I can’t say I know them all by sight anymore. A victim of success. There are worse problems in the world. I nod to Chalen and Siobhan on my way out the door...

I was in Britain glorious capitol of Britania. Seat of power, and full of the flotsam and jetsam of life. At least Britain had sewers. The smells didn't have to compete as much with night soil. I was at my third establishment and the back and forth were the same much to my chagrin...

I wrongly assumed that the pounding was just in my head. Tink, tink, pomp. Tink, tink, pomp. Over and over again. Bloody Hammer working at the forge. I mused rather angrily on why we ever installed a forge in House Roberto. I stuffed a pillow into either side of my head. It didn’t stop the...