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Apr 28, 2020

When the red light of attack flares in the southern sky, Pimur and Quercus have no restraint. Tearing through the woods in the predawn light, they find a party of Aiel tangled with the previously-encountered false-Trollocs. Wasting no time, they engage the clear choice of enemy. Following quickly behind, Lance dances...


Apr 21, 2020

Standing by the side of the road with a dead bandit in the wagon and clouds dropping a drenching rainfall, the party considers their next move. They know an army is marching on Dal Sherandu, but not much else.

Amena and Quercus explore the woods parallel to the road while Lance and Pimur continue taking the cart down...


Apr 14, 2020

Fleeing from a burning watchpost leaves a bitter taste in the mouths of the novices, but what else can they do? A small altercation in the forest to their right proves too intriguing to ignore.

Leaving a sleeping Lance in the cart to be guarded by Quercus, Pimur and Amena sneak into the woods to seek the source of the...


Apr 7, 2020

Bemused and bloodied, the party reluctantly scurries away from the corpse of a man with the words “Chosen of the Shadow” branded into his forehead, just ahead of a horde of his fellows. They make their way to the Children’s signal beacon, and Pimur manages to focus his saidar talent for his favorite element to...


Apr 1, 2020

Upon arriving at the waystation of the Children of the Light, the party is dismayed to see evidence of hostile forces that should not exist in this day and Age. Lance is disturbed to learn that the waystation was expecting more reinforcements than their lone wagon of basic supplies.

Rather than sticking around to gather...