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Back at the University, Neptis was having no luck. Sighing, she opened her eyes. “It doesn’t seem she wants to respond.” “So what do we-” Demeter was interrupted as reality split open and Vordea appeared in the room in a surge of power. “Well, what do we...

The screams of terror that emanated from the staff room lasted for nearly half an hour, the staff too terrified to open the door and see what awaited them inside. They reasoned it was between the Goddess and her Priestess, and would rather wait for it to subsi...

It was a cool late autumn afternoon in the Dragontail Mountains, and The Hissing Lobster was as crowded as ever. The Innkeeper was busy as usual, preparing lunches, dinners, drinks, and everything in between. Someday he was going to hire some help, he thought ...

The graveyard behind The Hissing Lobster was a strange place. It was the final resting place of anyone who died in the Dragontail Mountains, and many tombstones did not have names on them, as they were found in desolate areas already long dead. Eigengrau visit...

While the arguments continued, Vaust pulled Sirene off into a corner to have a chat with her one on one, away from the noisier Gods. He handed her a bottle of beer, opening one up for himself. "So what are your thoughts?" Vaust asked as he took a sip. "The th...

The rest of the meeting proceeded quickly once the solution came up. The particulars of the plan were put in place, and Eigengrau’s interaction petition was approved by the Gods. Once the petition was wrapped up, the rest of the agenda was discarded and they p...

The rest of the winter passed slowly, but without incident, Sirene deciding to spend more time helping out Vaust with the running of the Inn, giving him more time to just lounge around and relax. Sirene seemed to enjoy surprising travellers who recognised her,...

It had been two weeks since James arrived in Palisade Bay, and he was starting to settle in nicely. Harrod Bearskin, the Innkeeper and his new guardian, had him running errands and doing light work around the inn, because in Harrod’s own words, “an honest day’...