Category: d&d

I can see everything, so why do I care about these five mortals in this forsaken sanctuary of darkness?

I've done what I can for them, and they hardly take notice. The uneven rocking of the boat tells me that we have yet to cross the river, but what's troubling is not what I feel under my bones, but what I can't smell.

We are shaken from having encountered, them. I have never seen anything, like them. Black ooze pouring from where Kirrix's rapier found it's purchase. Now safe inside the thick walls of the Keep of Flod, we pause a moment in the great hall, deciding what to do.