Drinking problems
So there i was minding my own business when Thiala dropped by, she was gathering a team to deal with a potential threat brewing in the swamps to the south. With my mojitos glass dry I agreed to lend a paw
Blood pits of dark death
Witness the dark underbelly of mercenary work
Of Contagions and Crazy People
Day 1 I went to the tavern on the agreed upon day, in order to take care of the thing that the Architect had asked us to do–he sent a clone of Monty, or, well, Nonty, to ask us to retrieve a stolen quantity of the strange “Black Blood” pathogen. In that...Artemisia vulgaris
After the first day, we returned to the Black Footpad Inn with both a full burlap sack of mugwort, and Wilson, a freshly potted mugwort plant. We enjoyed both a hearty meal, and the satisfying performance of a one Orpheus. A man grieving the loss of his beloved Eurydice. He believes that a satyr called Nacard might know her final resting place. We promised to keep an eye out for the goat man, and turned in for the night.