Arvos and I hoof it to the closest camp. There are 3 tall-ish hooded figures hunched over a fire, and two dogs sit nearby. Wait, are those dogs? This doesn’t feel right – those are hyenas. I know druids are weird hippies, but hyenas as pets? That feels a bit, I dunno, ominous. Like “Hey, […]

Sun sets, and a sort of featherless-looking crow lands, with a message tied to its leg. It’s from Jolliver, and it reads: Freedom is no more. This … this is not good. I’m sure we will learn more soon, but this weighs heavily on me. And Lazra – I hope she got away. Since we […]

Freedom, finally. I don’t know much about it, but I do know it’s a town that’s been settled by freed slaves. They’ve turned mostly to ranching, and the city itself is largely made out of adobe. They sound like a bunch of tough mudders, if you ask me. A bit outside of town along the […]