House of woven strings

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Tales of others

In a rainy night at a Graveyard, an old digger is digging yet another grave, it is no joyfull matter but he whistles anyway. out of the fog and the rain a small figure enters the graveyard, walking slowly but targets his walk towards a mausoleum,
the digger looks up surprised to see anyone in this weather,
“arent you a little late for visitting?” the digger yelled,
but the Shrouded figure ignored him and entered the mausoleum.
HEY!” the digger yelled loud and bitter, “you cant go in there!” he ran after the person who had slipped fast and almost silint down to the crypts.
When the digger caught up with him he was panting and gasping for air. “hey you nitwit, your not supposed to be here” the figure turned, Laughing maniacally and kept laughing as the graves started to open.
The digger ran up in pure fright, only to be stopped by a sharp stabbing pain in his stomach, he looked up and saw a metallic beast that trew him in the air and ended his last shift.

The dark figure came back up, looked at the constructed beast and said:" now you can have all the fun you want around here, there should be plenty of peasants to “free” of there lifes"

Master Ivan
Shadow Council

a misunderstanding

a new social misfit joined the special Ops team… a soul binder as it turns out..
that aside though… I strangely enough, like the idea of forcing evil spirits to atone for their crimes by helping others to do some good…

after gathering a little intelligence we set out for Athkatla, but as luck would have it, we ran into some trouble upon our arrival, it would seem that our intelligence was slightly off, though at no point was it Yolanda’s fault.. im sure she just misheard.. it can happen even to divine beings such as myself…

however upon gathering proper intelligence i decided that we needed to do some pirate hunting, so i returned to Purskul to gather supplies for our trip, unfortunately an evil plot had been hatched to frame us for a number of proposterous things.. such as treason to the crown etc. which for any sane person would be the same as blaming the sun for shining, or the wind for blowing…

after a heated arguement with some assassins sent by some of Yolanda’s unfortunate acquiantences… i arrived back at Athkatla, alas without the supplies intended for our voyage.
little did it matter though, being who i am, i’ll find a way to make the impossible possible…

and thus we set out to the pirate isles…

First adventure
terror of Candlekeep

Lord trenzalores søn er blevet reddet og night twist of candlekeep blevet slået ihjel. steg LVL.


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