The Temple

First off, an important change to the last campaign email:  I’ve given some thought to the various aspects of the campaign in the last week, and I think it will fit better if, rather than having the temple dedicated to Athena, it will be dedicated to Bride, a campaign equivalent to the Celtic goddess Brigid. […]

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Loosing my religion

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (8:43 a.m.) [10]: Keestake corrects the mistaken impression that seems to be arising: “Oh, it’s not a watch tower, just a high point among the hills where you can get a good view of the ocean to the south and east.  Not the best place to see the temple and manor […]

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Yet another option…

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (8:41 a.m.) [10]: Keestake considers Ydoran’s words a moment and then replies, “Well, the fastest way, probably by as much as an hour, will be getting back to the path we were taking and then head straight there, but to do that we’d need to leave these barrels behind, maybe take […]

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Roll out the barrels?

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (8:40 a.m.) [10]: “Indeed, Lakshmon was able to cure some individuals that were caught early by way of his powerful magic,” Keestake replies [to Ydoran’s question].  “But he wasn’t always fast enough to act, people didn’t come forward in time.  Often they’d go to sleep feeling healthy, maybe just an itch, […]

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An Unfortunate Diagnosis

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (8:28 a.m.) [10]: Keestake’s brow furrows when he hears Ydoran’s report of Hafkris’ passing.  Walking over to examine the wound on the jailer’s head for a few moments, he scowls and exclaims, “I should have realized this before…I think your ‘friend’ here has been infected, that’s what killed him.  If you […]

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Lost and found

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (8:08 a.m.) [10]: Melisana notices Konishi’s gesture and makes the following suggestion to the group: “I’m a good swimmer; I could wade or swim out there with the rope and secure it to that train of barrels – if they are barrels – and once they’re secured you [looking at Konishi] […]

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More salty talk

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (8:04 a.m.) [10]: Keestake smiles as Ydoran brings up the topic of salt.  “Oh no, you must be from the mainland – salt mines here on the island!  No, we used evaporation to get our salt, a technique you’ll find in most coastal towns, I expect, but our salt had a […]

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Moving on…

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (7:46 a.m.) [10]: Melisana, glancing over at the quarry and listening to Keestake’s story, asks him, “What happened to the livestock that was here?” Keestake responds quickly, with a hint of bitterness in his voice, “They took them all, the pirates did.  A short while before they left, they slaughtered many […]

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Hill bent for leather?

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (7:15 a.m.) [10]: Melisana smiles at Ydoran’s look of concern, recognizing it for what it is.  When there’s a free moment to speak quietly, she approaches him and says, “You all seem to have such strong opinions on Hafkris.  Personally I worry that he may set us back at a time […]

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A matter of life and death…

Monday, January 3rd, 402 (5:25 a.m.) [10]: “Where was I?” Keestake asks, obviously perplexed by Quinn’s question.  “Well, I was in the manor at the time I think.  Been a long while, but that’s how I remember it.  And when I escaped, I stayed on the move, didn’t really stick to one area, but I […]

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