An unusual woman, with twelve debts she can never repay.
A lot of travelling singers have a flame or incessant longing in their heart.This woman’s heart holds something more as well.
Once trod upon, now brightly shines, a mage fed by what to death declines…
When the gods were born, so was Spark ... though of little power, he did not lack drive, and so did not those whom he favored…
Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before?
Everyone hungers ... and must be fed. But what if the tastes suddenly change?
A child at court, considering the world a private playground
Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose
A life-path fraught with peril can drive anyone over the edge - until you start speaking to spirits, God or .. gods in this case
Another scary child’s toy…
A precious stone that calls out to those who can hear, a lighthouse for those lost in the darkness of the void.
A prized possession lost ... easy to hurt, difficult to find, and with a tendency to lose itself again, only a white feather left behind…
A tool to keep body and spirit fit!
A young lady of common birth, ascended to the heights of society, and then cast down into the despair of unlife, seeking a dead love.
Within the fragile bounds of this cage of crystalline metal, your will and talent may work wonders…
A prison ... a sanctuary ... a gateway ... a murderous tool. Grasp the power of a circle of midnight.
A sword that learns and teaches, forever singing of past and present.
An armor that senses wearer’s needs?
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...