Annals of Sanctuary

Baldrix – Dwarven Cleric of the Argent Flame Torch – The Argent Flame Everyone stared absentmindedly into the minuscule fire burning in a portable pit some distance away from the Ratatosk camp. It was Ratatosk elder Glittereye who finally broke the silence. “Again, I’m sorry my friends. I would never want to slight you of any hospitality we could extend. But the mother tree has made it clear.” With that, Glittereye turned from the glow of the fire, took a step, then turned back to the party, “And thank you for everything.” Arnell stood and stated, “Well, I’ll head back to the pocket dimension and make preparations for departure.” Simon jumped up and added, “I’ll help finish identifying the last few items with the materials Verdis supplied through Thallis. We’ll be able to make quick work of those remaining.” Baldrix had sat quietly listening to the proceedings of the evening. Over the previous week, many had already gone on their separate ways. Giles, Oath, Tina, and Vara. And...

Kavyr – Elven Magus of Greyhaven Kavyr came to, curled in a fetal position on a cold fitted stone floor, racked with unimaginable pain. One of his first impulses was to get to his feet, but when he pulled an arm beneath him to prop himself up, the wrist buckled. Shooting pain shot up his arm and he noticed both the gaping wounds on the back of his hands and down his fingers, but even this held his attention meagerly at the shock of not recognizing his own arm and then body for that matter.  He tried desperately to recall what had happened before he was unconscious and found that trying to recall any memory was like grasping smoke. His own identity felt but fragments of forgotten childhood stories.  Looking around, the room was dimly lit with dingy ambient light - no obvious source, and filled with unidentifiable mechanical and alchemical apparatus of dizzying variety. His bare chest and arms felt damp. He dripped grimy liquid he could not discern - some composite of blood, vis...