Vanhir

It began several months ago now. My colleague and friend, Professor Henry Rosecroft, had contacted me in England from a dig site he was working on in Egypt. It was not uncommon for him to send me letters informing me of his findings in that ancient and distant land, but this letter was different somehow. I sensed a particular tone of fascination and perhaps fear in his writing. He spoke of excavating an ancient sealed chamber buried deep beneath the sands, hidden far away from where he would have expected. He initially believed that it was some sort of secluded tomb, but that proved to be untrue. All he found within that ancient place was an

"Well, that could've gone better…" Hienmity muttered The dungeons of the Capital City palace were essentially a circular chamber underneath the palace where prisoners were chained to the walls looking into the middle of the room at a circular table covered with a variety of torture devices. Hanging on the walls by their wrists were Hienmity, Kharal, Jim, Izzy, (ex) Lord Boldrin and a homeless man called Gary. Standing in front of the table in the middle of the room was Lord Malis, the Embodiment of Evil and Zirlis. "Nonetheless" Hienmity continued, "we are inside the palace now!" "I had you brought here for one reason and one reason

The sky was pink as Hienmity lay on his back blurrily looking up at it. He pulled himself up to find that he was lying on a beach surrounded by pieces of Izzy's now destroyed ship. The last thing he remembered was Xryvl destroying the ship, after that everything was unclear. Looking around the beach, Hienmity noticed a wooden hand jutting out from underneath a piece of the wrecked ship. Hienmity quickly lifted the debris off Izzy before kneeling beside her to check if she was all right. "Izzy! Are you alright?" Hienmity said Izzy slowly opened her eyes before sitting up and turning to Hienmity. She ran a hand over her face before patting h

It had taken almost an entire day to reach Xryvl's dreaded island, but investigating the place under the cover of darkness would likely help them. Izzy sat in her quarters looking over a map of the island. Admittedly, it was a poor quality map since it only showed the edges of the island and nothing else since none returned from the island itself but that wasn't the point. The point was that it worked. Sitting in the corner of the room asleep in a chair was Kharal while outside on the quarterdeck were Hienmity and Jim. "I realize that we have absolutely no idea what this demon looks like, you know" Hienmity mused "What do demons usually lo

Port Blight was a busy port town to the east of Capital City that had over time become infamous for the amount of pirates, drunks and the occasional lawyers all living there. Most sailors tended to avoid it but adventurers occasionally visited the port in order to hire mercenaries to join them in their quests. Rather than teleporting them outside the port as intended, Kharal's teleportation device opened a portal for them directly over a conveniently located hay bale. Except Kharal, who was dropped into a nearby pond. Pulling himself out of the pond, Kharal looked around to see Hienmity and Jim calmly cleaning themselves off before walking

Once upon a time, let's say a hundred years ago for a rough estimate, in a land called Frilas that was so far away that nobody could ever possibly reach it, unless they had one hell of a travel agent, was a great and powerful warlock. - (A warlock and not a wizard. While the differences between the two are subtle, they're there. For instance, a warlock usually favors a hood rather than a pointed hat in order to appear both suspicious and stylish without compromising protection from sunlight. For clarity, warlocks in the world of Frilas are essentially evil magic users who disliked the stereotypical image of an old man in robes who practice m