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BONFIRE #2 ROLL: 10 CUMULATIVE: 10 Ledhros took off at a boary gallop, or thought he did. The problem was that, as he broke away from the starting line, all these other bizarre racers were doing significantly better. An owl riding a crab, for example. Ledhros grunted boarily and took the other...

BOOLEY'S MILL SKAGG VALLEY SOMEWHERE IN ARETHIL The town of Booley's Mill was hosting a unique race. Ledhros had no idea who'd paid the town what to make this happen. A veritable cornucopia of disparate beings — shapeshifters, winged things, magicians stretching hamstrings — waited at the...

Ledhros passed Sand Hawk a chunk of the bread, which had been quite good two days ago and was now significantly dry. "That's as may be," he said blandly, feeling more tired and less incisive than normal. He prodded the fire with a stick and flinched as sparks popped. "So your people - tell me...

"No, feth no. I can't fix anyone. Maybe they can fix themselves, they and whatever..." He waved vaguely at Sand Hawk. "...gods they follow, but not me. No, I like that broken girls feel like my tribe. Like they can understand me, aren't gonna look down on me or worship me or make me out to be...

Sand Hawk "Medicine runs, sure - it's a lot like any other escort contract. Take person X to place Y to procure item Z." Retuning complete, he strummed a few experimental chords. "I didn't love her because I didn't know her, but I could've if I would've. It's the broken ones get to me, God."...

"Well thanks, God. I'm Ledhros Caur. I'm a plainshield - a mercenary - with a band called the Silver Key." He tuned the lute a piece at a time. "Aye, the Widow of Revail is real enough. Revail's a port city on the Cortosi coast. There's different stories about the man she's looking for. Maybe...

Bleeding but still empowered, Ledhros ran through deep, thick woods, where a galloping horse couldn't follow without a shattered leg. Arrows thunked into trees too close for comfort. The daggers had been bad enough: if an arrow hit him squarely, he was done. But darting through the dense Falwood...

A decent crowd occupied the open-air teahouse. Ledhros found a place that wasn't people or pillows and unshouldered his freshly-tuned lute. "Ladies and lords, the Fall of Coraliv." Thirteen black warships on bitter cold waves Their engines and sorceries tore down the wall For thirteen dread...

"Alright, God," said Ledhros with a shrug and no special emphasis. *** Nightfall brought them well into denser woods that slowed the wagon, especially in the dark. Ledhros had his reservations about the way forward. It wouldn't take much to wind up in terrain you could only navigate on foot...

The wagon was making pretty good time and didn't get nearly as bogged down in the sand outbound as in. That improved Ledhros' mood considerably, and the horses seemed happy too. "That doesn't give me much to go on, Whatever It Is I Wish." Ledhros flicked the reins and the horses surged up over...

Garrick Knight Seyda Caliane Ruinë Ezra Archiva Urberus Cosmin Lowdust For convenience, the door began a running list of incorrect guesses. Ignore me and I burn like rage Strike me down and I shall rise again Break me asunder and I shall find my destiny Rebellion Jerik Candle Fire Orb Seeing...

Ledhros drained his lizard with a long leisurely leak. The road he'd taken looked a lot like the road coming up. He got his share of strange glances from the local birdpeople, and he couldn't say why exactly. It didn't feel like the usual 'backwater folks sizing up an unfamiliar tough guy.' It...

Sand Hawk "Medicine, then. I've spent time fighting in the Spine and I know withenroot, but only as a tea. Steeped in hot water, it eases hunger pains." Ledhros turned and headed out again. "Just let me tend to the necessities and I'll be ready to hit the road again, priest. Let's save some...

Hither came that half-elven rat bastard Ledhros Caur, mercenary of the Band of the Silver Key - a shapeshifter of mimicry's art, a woodsman, a raider, a looter, a stalwart contractor and a man of strong reputation. Then again, 'strong' is a word that can apply to anything from lifting rocks to...

The piece of jerky he'd grabbed was nice and fresh, straight from the heart of a stallion. Ledhros' sword swatted a dagger out of the air; others glanced off his armour as he moved, or bit in. He bashed at the elongated bones that threatened to cage him. The daggers' driving impact helped there...