We entered the Whispering Cairn with a trepidation born of the newness of the group and the local superstitions we learned of this foreboding location. I am not a superstitious dwarf, and I have forsaken the god that has forsaken me, still, I have to admit there is a presence here that I know we should not disturb. Although I should feel...
I had no intention of leaving my solitary life in the forest and hills outside of Diamond Lake; however, even I need supplies occasionally. I had a desperate hunger for ale and companionship. I found the ale to be passable but the companionship meager, until I happened to be nursing my ale in the dank tavern, The Rusted Nail.
There in the gloom,...
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