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24th of Flocktime

At the Temple's Steps

by Tycho Ralesh

I had thought the life of a lone criminal dangerous; how timid it now seems.
 
Our journey started more pleasantly than I had hoped: three weeks at sail. Having just procured the Ogre, I couldn't help but imagine I was standing on the deck of my own ship. A real wind cutter, and not the bloated barges favored by my Folk. It was humorous to watch most in the party gain their sea legs and loose their pallid blush. Ilias and I found ourselves helping out the crew from habit, and learning the tricks of a sailing ship. Oh, it had been too many years since I had been on River or sea; it was a damn welcome respite.
 
All that changed the moment we made land. It began with southern mermen who attacked with the rising of the sun. Luckily for the crew we were there to dispatch them. We soon debarked and our seaborn respite spiraled into a mad dash through the strangest, most uncomfortable lands I have ever seen. It was an overgrown, sweltering hot, fly infested, humid, nightmare forest populated with creatures I would have previously put down to drunken tale.
 
A hulking lizard king with teeth as long as my arm nearly cut me in half in its maw. This beast split the very forest when it charged us with shocking alacrity. So fast, Ilias doubted what he had seen. And it was hardly worse than its more numerous, more agile cousins. The very ground nearly swallowed Ilias while fiendish crocodilians attacked. And Minitours: we were beset upon by actual Minitours. Only a few months ago I was stealing bread to survive and now I have slain a dragon, fought beside portals leading to the very roots of fire and ice, and contended with fiends of myth and lore. It has been a whirlwind...no, a maelstrom to be sure.
 
Now we must battle past more creatures of legend, and for what? Gold? Great forces are at play, the threat of the Leviathan looms before us, and we are chaperoning a failed cleric on some fool’s errand.
 
I suppose gold has its uses, just as I suppose it is better to lend an army than an arm or even two. I'll get the Ogre running; I'll raise an army and a crew. Then I'll lend an army and a warship...or I’ll lend an arm...which ever proves mightier in the end. First though, first we must delve this temple's depths.

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  1. Background
    1st of Readying
  2. The Fouled Stream
    20th of Readying
  3. Words with Lord Summerford
    21st of Readying
  4. I Believe You Mean Warlock
    23rd of Readying
  5. Miner Difficulties
    27th of Readying
  6. A Victory Celebration
    28th of Readying
  7. In response to Ilias
    1st of Coldeven
  8. The Winged God.
    14th of Coldeven
  9. A Patron's Favor
    15th of Coldeven
  10. A Traitor to the Folk
    16th of Coldeven
  11. The Scions of Elemental Evil
    11th of Planting
  12. A Gift to Palor
    24th of Planting
  13. First Conversations with Morley
    25th of Planting
  14. Roots of the Humble Ogre
    26th of Planting
  15. At the Temple's Steps
    24th of Flocktime
  16. Trapped in the Labyrinth
    25th of Flocktime
  17. Warmth of the Light
    27th of Flocktime
  18. The Horizons of Mind
    1st of Wealsun
  19. A Whoelsome Diversion
    3rd of Wealsun
  20. Pursuing Derider
    4th of Wealsun
  21. Rising Filth
    4th of Wealsun
  22. A Winged Shadow Flees
    5th of Wealsun
  23. The Slumbering Ogre
    7th of Wealsun
  24. Paradise Defiled
    22nd of Wealsun
  25. One Man's Salt
    23rd of Wealsun
  26. A Song of Whispers
    28th of Wealsun
  27. Lost No Longer
    3rd of Richfest
  28. Revelry and Memory
    4th of Richfest
  29. Many are the Guards who Wait
    28th of Reaping
  30. Lament
    2nd of Goodmonth
  31. The Maelstrom Blade
    16th of Goodmonth

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