Of Monks, Dragons, and Varaldsens.
May 12, 2014 15:40:24 GMT
Post by Douglas on May 12, 2014 15:40:24 GMT
It would seem the ship fated for the shores of the Storm Isles has returned, seen shortly walking away from the docks could be seen a number of tired crewmen and more than one sea-sickened adventurers. With them come engorged packs and a number of crates. However, not seen among them was the namesake for the trip, Frue Hekili. She was not seen among the city upon return. Perhaps she remained in the Storm Isles, Perhaps she merely remained aboard he ship to evaluate damages, perhaps she simply did not survive the adventure.
Those that did make their way back to loved ones, be it husbands, wives, ale or just a warm bed, talked of 200 year old monks, ancient dragons, magical pools and strife among the party....some spoke of their trip fondly, others, not so much. there was more than one which did not comment at all about the happenings among the rocky shores of the distant Islands.
As each of the party went their separate ways, It may have been noticed that the masked chainman had not returned, but in his place was a pale man, wearing a similar cloak but bearing no mask. He began the long walk to the Frost Roadhouse with a limp in his step and a look of loss upon his face. He did not stop to speak of greet anyone, and offered only a insincere acknowledgement to any nobility he passed. (Johan Schmidt)
Those that did make their way back to loved ones, be it husbands, wives, ale or just a warm bed, talked of 200 year old monks, ancient dragons, magical pools and strife among the party....some spoke of their trip fondly, others, not so much. there was more than one which did not comment at all about the happenings among the rocky shores of the distant Islands.
As each of the party went their separate ways, It may have been noticed that the masked chainman had not returned, but in his place was a pale man, wearing a similar cloak but bearing no mask. He began the long walk to the Frost Roadhouse with a limp in his step and a look of loss upon his face. He did not stop to speak of greet anyone, and offered only a insincere acknowledgement to any nobility he passed. (Johan Schmidt)
