Monday, November 7th, 9am – Just after breakfast at the Douglas house Guess I must have been worn out, because I slept for more than a day! That’s what happens when you work so hard to help your friends and keep them safe, I suppose. We all are sitting around the kitchen table, where I […]
Category: The Salithius Files
What Next, Again?
Edmund’s Thoughts To Do List: Question MacEachern (aka Marcel Green). Check. Question Laura and Amelie, Green’s servants. Check – nothing useful. Kill MacEachern in a clandestine manner so that his body will be nearly impossible to recover. The Plane Of Elemental Water is a good place. Maybe feed him to one of the giant sea […]
Between a Granite and a Hard Place
Saturday, November 5th, 6:30pm at the Elium (Feels WAAAAAY later) Obviously right when we don’t want do anything but lie down and sleep for like, a million years, Linnfard is waiting outside the door of his room to talk to us. I give him my “you better shut up” look, which he doesn’t understand, but […]
Brood Keepers and Finger Bones
Willard says I need to be as good at words as I am at tracking, which is pretty good, so basically he means I have a lot of work to do. His favourite words are these ones: aware, observant, and detail-oriented. So for practice on “being perceptive” and on writing, I’m going to journal about […]
Permanent Vacation
October 13, Evening at the Douglas home We debate the meaning of the letter endlessly. Does this mean we are free and clear? Is it a set-up? Does the fact that it was received at the Douglas home mean that they are now in danger? Edmund lays out his perspective: “We did a tough job […]
Lazelle, My Belle
4pm – Oct 12, 1135 – Willard’s Manse Late afternoon. We are back in Edmund’s room in Bastion. Abby and I are pretty banged up after the mission to deliver Willard’s gift to the island hideout of his nemesis, Salithius the Perceptive. Reginald’s dead corpse continues to spill blood onto the fine imported carpet on […]
Reg’ Is Dead
1pm – Salithius Caves We found ourselves looking into the anti-magic room through the latticed gate. Two stone golems stood sentinel at the portcullis at the side of the room, blocking our path. I had a thought. If Jon could send a magically lit coin through the gate between the golems I would be able […]
Willard Lives, Edmund Shits
Somewhere on the Elemental Plane of Water I’m breathing hard. I just threw the construct’s head into the river that runs by the mouth of the cave. Now that the imminent danger is passed, it is bizarre to reflect on the legendary wizard Willard, whose mention alone would be enough to send men running. Here […]
