I usually welcome the shadows, a place of refuge for a master thief like me. However, there are dark places that even I fear. That place being the plague ward at the edge of town. Rumour has it tha...
It's the middle of a Northern winter. I've endured a month of long night's journeying from the heart of civilization to it's very border. Though the houses of the Builder have provided respite alon...
It's autumn. The harvest is over, and there's much food to go around, but no money. Hired guards in the City are packing themselves into the warm mansions of the rich, trying to avoid the frost. An...
I've been hired by an old man to steal a box of ancient items from a locked crate outside a warehouse in the small walled village of Black Bog, about 25 miles east of Bridgeport. The old fart lives...
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