Fortune Road

Hakaar - "I can read this. I'm just not sure what it is saying." I said. I had been pouring over through surveyor's notes for some time now. The Princess's men had provided it shortly after the coronation. These notes had been transcribed and handed to each one of us in turn. Clearing the Hlofolk T

Hakaar - Our rattling Landframe limped to a stop inside of its designated space then sighed to a stop. I hurriedly pulled the activation plunger on the engine, quieting the reaction. I glanced over my shoulder to a pale and wide eyed Floki in the pilot's seat. His face was slicked with sweat and he

Tagaern - It was indeed such a magnificent event. All the fine noble blood around Bromm, Robyn and myself. A soldier and a gunslinger among the pretty faces. What a riotous inner joy indeed. No sooner had the leading car and Danin’s and Sig’s hummed by on the cobblestone streets that Bromm nudged me

Ghislain Lorah - The campfire burned at an even temperature. The heat, a reminder of the cloying cold that held this underground maze in a permanent autumn chill. They were taking watches. Mildly concerned that the Derro we had encountered on two previous occasions might find the boldness necessary

Tagaern -It was just a moment of time. One second I was swinging my sword and the next the patchwork of construct warriors were upon me, claws gouging into me and I was falling. It was honestly so fast that I felt no pain. I opened my eyes and found myself in a large campaign tent. Around me were al

Ghislain Lorah - We delved deeper into the black maze. It had only been a few hours since the light of day was something I could touch. The walls pressed in on us, our torches the only thing pushing back. Floki called a halt to our formation. He jumped down into what turned out to be an old fire pit

Ghislain Lorah - I packed and provisioned all morning. It had been years since I ventured into the wilds, much less an area well known for being treacherous. I expected a representative from Richter Holdings to stop by some time today. The ranger scout, Floki Nygard, arrived early in the day. His le

Tagaern - After the madness of witches, their ghoulish servants, and blinding crows, it was good to return to the semblance of normality once more. We had been invited by the Princess Renatta Van’gnost to be seen in her court. If not for the horrid, wet weather, it would have only been a momentous o

Father, I don’t have the courage to tell you in person. Atticus was killed in his home in Hlofreden several days ago. It pains to tell you this now, especially after our previous discussion of you reaching out to Atticus and hopefully mending some of the bridges which were burned. No one knows t

Hakaar - Sig and Bromm returned to their seats. Sig had a satisfied smile on his face. "Remember when I said we should own what we've done?" I turned to Bromm with the question, "I think I'm ready to take those words back." "Too late for that," He said, shaking his head. "We're a poorly kept secre

Hakaar - The night was restless. The memories had been stirred, bringing the horror and pain back to the surface. It had settled away quietly, waiting patiently for a moment just like this. Now, these memories pounced with an animal-like fervor. A constant, unrelenting stream of visions. My heart h

Hakaar - "It's morning." Silah said sweetly as I emerged from the darkness. The world around me was suddenly excessively normal. The veil she had thrown over my mind had lifted as the first moments of sunlight lit the room around us. She lifted herself from me, and moved to the window that overlook

Hakaar - Bromm and Sig had a plan, which including visiting the great wine barrel and having a conversation with whoever was running the regatta event. The others had said that Tagaern had gone in search of new clothes early in the morning to fit his thinning figure. This had, apparently, been as ch

Amalia Tham - With the specter of death turned away at the gates, I still found it hard to count my blessings. The clergy at the temple of Acionna have been more than generous in their accommodations. The festival activities have kept me busy, allowing a new routine to assuage my grief. The waking h

Surveyor's Report - Most of the plots are around a thousand acres in size. What follows is a surveyors report of the properties. A map is attached to the end of the report. Property designations match the letter identifying the plot. Details of this report are verified by the surveying office of Mar

Dear Amalia, I pray that this letter finds you well and that work on Kella’s House is proceeding according to your designs. The events of this past week have indeed cemented what we were promised earlier. The princess has delivered upon her word and surveyors have completed their work on the lands n

Silah - Hakaar is always saying how much he dislikes Dowry. I find it charming and full of adventure. The costal breeze and sunny sky were a stark change to the underground tomb that is the Hlofolk Tunnel. Dowry was all dressed up for a celebration of sorts. The Princess had accommodated a handful

Ghislain Lorah - When I accepted employment with Richter Holdings it was with mixed emotions that I joined the expedition. The boy in me was eager for adventure. My mature self understood that this was not some field trip managed by the school master. Real peril lives beyond the granite walls of Dow

Ghislain Lorah - In truth I thought I had breathed my last. I had heard stories of vampires. I believed they once existed, but in theses modern times they were a memory relegated to history. I had narrowly evaded the notice of the male vampire. I had taken cover in the nightmarish laboratory dedicat

Ghislain Lorah - After a journey of what seemed like hours we came across the first gate lock. The complex network of doors was seemingly designed to manage traffic and airflow through the tunnel system. The tarnished mechanisms that controlled the doors functioned well enough for being neglected fo

Tagaern - The second night after training, the Queen invited us into the lodge to hear our history and to tell stories. Gathered in the room were several of the War-son chiefs, the albino and the shield maidens. I entered respectfully with Hakaar, nodding to the assembly. I chose to dress lighter,

Floki - It was hard not to smirk as the guards escorted us into the princess’s courtroom. Every step I took I could feel my dagger hilt brush my ankle. With all her money and prestige she still couldn’t buy decent security. As they droned on about how becoming one of her lackeys was such a great

Sig - My throat burned as I raised and drew straight from the bottle of Old Law. My mind blurred but the weight of what had happened seemed sharp within as if it had been forever burned in place by a brand glowing brighter red than a blacksmith’s forge. The warmth of the whiskey dulled my memory,

Bròmm - Lighthouse barrow-race in-descent Murder of Crows You are killin' me! It's slow-draw go Bragh!!! Gunfighter in the halfshell !!! You smell that pepper???

Hakaar - I slumped on the edge of the platform and squeezed my eyes shut while fumbling for the water Beidrick had put beside me. Others had joined the regatta celebration and were drinking the Shatterhammer ale from the spare barrels that Bromm and Sig had negotiated. Even some of the new Giant's H

Hakaar - I followed the others to the go Brach Brewery. The door to the warehouse was slightly ajar and there was crashing and cursing coming from within. Bromm looked quizzically at the door. He leaned against the opening, straining to hear what was going on as we hung back. He pulled his pepperbox

Hakaar - I fingered the note on the dresser with some consternation. It took a moment to read past the curly letters to get the meaning underneath. I opened my mouth, but it was Silah who spoke first. "Water pump, bath with a boiler, and a separate privy down the hall." I nodded while looking at