Regisfall

Faelith woke, but slowly. The sluggish haze of someone whose body and spirit were starting to wear down. Eyes still closed, it was the smell that first reminded her of what had happened. The thick, metallic tang of blood she smelled all the way to the back of her throat reminded her of where she was...

A report is posted within Arandor one day after a small party consisting of Faelith, Arthrand and the esteemed Magistrate Miradove discovered the tragic new condition of The Heart of the Grove... Brothers and Sisters of the Verdant Heart and fellow Druids, It is with a heavy heart and ache in my Lyr...

"Oh, Boatmen! Excuse me!" The tillerman that shuttled people from Edana to Arandor paused, mooring line in hand, turning to watch the curious looking Human woman whose short legs were jogging along the dock, red curls bouncing as she waved her hand in the air, fingers wiggling, trying to get his at...

She hadn’t meant to leave the meeting early, but between the stress of all that happened and that man’s rambling that lacked any sense of responsibility, she’d felt sick to her stomach. At first she walked to get some fresh air, but the smell of carnage on her robes and the dust trapped in the nasal...

Oralil Moonshadow, the young swordswoman recently moved to Arandor, watched the hulking blue haired elf walk away... hoping that his mouth would not be the death of her new friend. As she realized she had one of those, her lips curled faintly into a smile. Somehow, despite her awkward ways, she had ...

When she entered The Heart of the Grove, Faelith half expected to see some sign of corruption, but was relieved to have her worry proven in vain. Winding her way up the mountain to the highest point, she stood before the statue of Lady Aldarwen… ignoring the odd title the carver scrawled on the base...

Exhaustion. Faelith felt it deep within her bones and in truth there were many events in the past week that could have contributed. Reports of missing wildlife in the South with no exact cause despite trusted and competent rangers investigating. The matter of Triverton also weighed heavily on her mi...

Clyde’s words seemed to be the cue, suddenly the water bubbled and came to life as the mud below forms into the shapes of creatures. Built of a combination of water, mud, refuse, waste and magic, the perverse beings resembled some sort of elementals gone horribly wrong. The area went from still to a...

The adventures eventually moved to a location beneath Triverton’s streets where a system of floating rafts and walkways attached to the pier supports that held up the town over the bay. The structural integrity of the platforms seemed questionable, but it was the smell that was more concerning. Pile...

The trip to Triverton was swift and upon arriving Faelith was surprised to see no Humans, but rather the quirky Elven Druid, Maez'zhvro , nibbling on a muffin and smiling widely. Seeing their arrival, he rolled up to his feet and dusted himself off. Ah Arandor hass arrived! As we said we would. Do w...