Hot, sweaty, and exhausted
I was born to watch chiseled lion men sweat for my pleasure as I lounge in decadence sipping on mojitos. Not to literally drag my faltering body though a sauna of death and misery.
Finding Farmers
Another day, another mint sprig hunted down, and another farm in need of help. We met Thomas Card, a farmer from just south of Ruin Oak, who asked us for our help in finding his missing wife and farm hands.
So long without you
So long without you So far from you The reason at my side I sit alone with company A farmer enters, we all leave To find fragments of life Soon to fade The grounds below Rebirth, a familiar vice One priest his purpose unknown His fate to be mourned A garden, a crystal...Root of the issue
There must be some invisible force that ether brings adventures together in times of need. Or its some cosmic joke that makes trouble happen whenever they do. Purhaps both.