Pulling Weeds

 ‘Four enthralled in lost Scarwall’

Tomas was trying to recall the words of the song that Zellara had sung, looking for clues. “There was something about someone waiting in a tower, and another in a kennel. One of the spirits was still at his post, probably a soldier. And something ‘on a stone, mid ash and bone’, whatever that means.” Tomas was focused on trying to decipher the rhyme. “Zellara must have told us where we need to go – we just have to figure it out.”

Blind Wraith

Something’s wrong.

Wren wrapped her arms tightly around herself. Ever since they’d flown over to this accursed castle, she’d felt like they were being watched. But now … now she felt a malevolent focus on her, a palpable hatred that seemed to pulse from the very walls. She shivered – had it been this cold when they came in? Her breathing quickened, and her breath formed puffs of vapor. She felt a vibration from her pocket – it was Zellara’s Harrow deck. With trembling hands she withdrew the box of cards, and it was covered with a thick layer of frost. A puff of breeze blew her hair into her eyes, and she brushed it away idly, then looked up with a start. Why was there a breeze in here?

Have Fun Storming the Castle!

“I’m out of here!” Tomas gasped. He had easily half a dozen arrows sticking out of him, and he’d just taken a pair of vicious cuts from the orcs’ greataxes. One of the orcs who’d ambushed him was down, but the other was drawing back for another swing. Tomas spun away, then dashed back down the path and around the corner of the gatehouse, panting and weak from blood loss.

Welcoming Committee

“Lovely neighborhood,” Jax muttered as the party took in their new surroundings. Nat’s Teleport had landed them deep within the wastes of the Hold of Belkzen. To the east lay a tangle of badlands, with scrub brush and wind-gnarled trees the only vegetation. To the west rose the Kordar Mountains, a range of volcanic peaks rising against the gray sky. They were on the lower slopes of the nearest mountain, its peak sheared off. “That’s Mt. Dou-Bral,” Nat said solemnly, pointing up at it.