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Bruce: /* Yellow Snake Pass */

2023-06-20T05:32:52Z

Yellow Snake Pass

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	The steady creak of the wagons, the roll of the wheels was settling for Dosha, as he rested under the canvas of the wagon. Michoslin had quickly grasped the terror that the sun held for Dosha, and had been very persuasive to the other members of the White Company that Dosha's night vision was worth more to the them than a day time watcher. There were also advantages to keeping his being secret from those passing the other way. No matter the assurances of the group he traveled with, most surface dwellers defaulted to trying to kill any drow they meet. The dark elves were just too feared and known for their penchant for death and mayhem. So Mochoslin had bartered and cajoled until Dosha was allowed to ride in the wagon with the chests.		The steady creak of the wagons, the roll of the wheels was settling for Dosha, as he rested under the canvas of the wagon. Michoslin had quickly grasped the terror that the sun held for Dosha, and had been very persuasive to the other members of the White Company that Dosha's night vision was worth more to the them than a day time watcher. There were also advantages to keeping his being secret from those passing the other way. No matter the assurances of the group he traveled with, most surface dwellers defaulted to trying to kill any drow they meet. The dark elves were just too feared and known for their penchant for death and mayhem. So Mochoslin had bartered and cajoled until Dosha was allowed to ride in the wagon with the chests.

	The road out of the gorge wasn't terribly busy, and most of the traffic seemed to be going west toward the coast. When other groups went by Dosha stayed down and out of sight. As evening came and the sun dipped out on the plains, Dosha got down and ran or walked along with the wagons until the group stopped for the night at the bottom of the pass. Dosha worked alongside his team, helping with the horses and the wagons. To begin with Dosha was unsure of these big animals, but soon took pleasure brushing them and caring for them. Though very different they reminded him of his time caring for the cavern oxen from ~~Nelaenaserin~~. While more than willing to be cruel to other sentient beings, Dosha liked their gentle bumps with their heads and grunts of pleasure from his touch.		The road out of the gorge wasn't terribly busy, and most of the traffic seemed to be going west toward the coast. When other groups went by Dosha stayed down and out of sight. As evening came and the sun dipped out on the plains, Dosha got down and ran or walked along with the wagons until the group stopped for the night at the bottom of the pass. Dosha worked alongside his team, helping with the horses and the wagons. To begin with Dosha was unsure of these big animals, but soon took pleasure brushing them and caring for them. Though very different they reminded him of his time caring for the cavern oxen from Ched Nasad. While more than willing to be cruel to other sentient beings, Dosha liked their gentle bumps with their heads and grunts of pleasure from his touch.

	Caring for them allowed him to ground himself in their sides and not be overwhelmed by the wide open sky above him. Mostly through the day Dosha kept his head down, avoiding the huge screaming vistas before him. While the bright blue of the gorgeous mountain sides was terrifying, the night was almost worse. The darkness pinpricked with stars, a great roof that always seemed to be only moments from crashing into him. The moon would come and bring some perspective, giving him something to show the sky was held in place.		Caring for them allowed him to ground himself in their sides and not be overwhelmed by the wide open sky above him. Mostly through the day Dosha kept his head down, avoiding the huge screaming vistas before him. While the bright blue of the gorgeous mountain sides was terrifying, the night was almost worse. The darkness pinpricked with stars, a great roof that always seemed to be only moments from crashing into him. The moon would come and bring some perspective, giving him something to show the sky was held in place.

Bruce: /* Yellow Snake Pass */

2023-06-20T05:31:28Z

Yellow Snake Pass

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	== Yellow Snake Pass ==		== Yellow Snake Pass ==
	The steady creak of the wagons, the roll of the wheels was settling for Dosha, as he rested under the canvas of the wagon. Michoslin had quickly grasped the terror that the sun held for Dosha, and had been very persuasive to the other members of the ~~group~~ that Dosha's night vision was worth more to the them than a day time watcher. There were also advantages to keeping his being secret from those passing the other way. No matter the assurances of the group he traveled with, most surface dwellers defaulted to trying to kill any drow they meet. The dark elves were just too feared and known for their penchant for death and mayhem. So Mochoslin had bartered and cajoled until Dosha was allowed to ride in the wagon with the chests.		The steady creak of the wagons, the roll of the wheels was settling for Dosha, as he rested under the canvas of the wagon. Michoslin had quickly grasped the terror that the sun held for Dosha, and had been very persuasive to the other members of the White Company that Dosha's night vision was worth more to the them than a day time watcher. There were also advantages to keeping his being secret from those passing the other way. No matter the assurances of the group he traveled with, most surface dwellers defaulted to trying to kill any drow they meet. The dark elves were just too feared and known for their penchant for death and mayhem. So Mochoslin had bartered and cajoled until Dosha was allowed to ride in the wagon with the chests.

	The road out of the gorge wasn't terribly busy, and most of the traffic seemed to be going west toward the coast. When other groups went by Dosha stayed down and out of sight. As evening came and the sun dipped out on the plains, Dosha got down and ran or walked along with the wagons until the group stopped for the night at the bottom of the pass. Dosha worked alongside his team, helping with the horses and the wagons. To begin with Dosha was unsure of these big animals, but soon took pleasure brushing them and caring for them. Though very different they reminded him of his time caring for the cavern oxen from Nelaenaserin. While more than willing to be cruel to other sentient beings, Dosha liked their gentle bumps with their heads and grunts of pleasure from his touch.		The road out of the gorge wasn't terribly busy, and most of the traffic seemed to be going west toward the coast. When other groups went by Dosha stayed down and out of sight. As evening came and the sun dipped out on the plains, Dosha got down and ran or walked along with the wagons until the group stopped for the night at the bottom of the pass. Dosha worked alongside his team, helping with the horses and the wagons. To begin with Dosha was unsure of these big animals, but soon took pleasure brushing them and caring for them. Though very different they reminded him of his time caring for the cavern oxen from Nelaenaserin. While more than willing to be cruel to other sentient beings, Dosha liked their gentle bumps with their heads and grunts of pleasure from his touch.

Bruce: /* Epilogue: Cold Dawn */

2023-06-20T05:30:23Z

Epilogue: Cold Dawn

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	== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==		== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==
	Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and ~~crystals~~ crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through the Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them. Behind him the sun began to rise warming his back as he stepped into the cold gray mists and knew no more.		Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and frozen mud crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through the Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them. Behind him the sun began to rise warming his back as he stepped into the cold gray mists and knew no more.

	== Prelude: Dark City ==		== Prelude: Dark City ==

Bruce: /* Epilogue: Cold Dawn */

2023-06-20T05:19:22Z

Epilogue: Cold Dawn

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	== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==		== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==
	Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and crystals crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through the Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them.		Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and crystals crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through the Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them. Behind him the sun began to rise warming his back as he stepped into the cold gray mists and knew no more.

	== Prelude: Dark City ==		== Prelude: Dark City ==

Bruce: /* Epilogue: Cold Dawn */

2023-06-20T05:17:11Z

Epilogue: Cold Dawn

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	== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==		== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==
	Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and crystals crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them.		Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and crystals crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through the Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them.

	== Prelude: Dark City ==		== Prelude: Dark City ==

Bruce: /* Epilogue: Cold Dawn */

2023-06-20T05:16:27Z

Epilogue: Cold Dawn

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	== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==		== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==
	Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and ~~ice~~ crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them.		Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and crystals crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them.

	== Prelude: Dark City ==		== Prelude: Dark City ==

Bruce: /* Epilogue: Cold Dawn */

2023-06-20T05:13:59Z

Epilogue: Cold Dawn

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	== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==		== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==
	Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and ice crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through Bone-Gate to ~~Shadow Dale~~ and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives.		Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and ice crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through Bone-Gate to Shadowdale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives. He and a band of inexperienced adventurers, the Hounds of Tyros, little more than children really had held the gate open while battling Septemilia. Now the old lich was truly dead and her tower and keep served as her funeral pyre on her way to hell. Sadly she had taken members of the Hounds with her to the grave and soon he would join them.

	== Prelude: Dark City ==		== Prelude: Dark City ==

Bruce: /* Epilogue: Cold Dawn */

2023-06-20T05:00:11Z

Epilogue: Cold Dawn

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	== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==		== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==
	Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and ice crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries ~~from~~ her dark sorcery was fading.		Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and ice crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries inflicted through her dark sorcery was fading. None of that mattered anymore he reflected, his beloved friends, the survivors of the White Company had passed through Bone-Gate to Shadow Dale and from there they could piece together the remnants of their lives.

	== Prelude: Dark City ==		== Prelude: Dark City ==

Bruce: /* Epilogue: Cold Dawn */

2023-06-20T04:55:50Z

Epilogue: Cold Dawn

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	== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==		== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==
	Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the ~~ever present mists~~. The gravel and ice crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of ~~fog a hundred or so yards~~ before him.		Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the cold moist air. The gravel and ice crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of mists that lay before him. The old rogue's lifeblood dribbled out with every step and the pain from the undead sorcerer's claws and those unseen injuries from her dark sorcery was fading.



	== Prelude: Dark City ==		== Prelude: Dark City ==

Bruce at 04:51, 20 June 2023

2023-06-20T04:51:36Z

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			== Epilogue: Cold Dawn ==
			Winter gripped the land with a cold fist. The road from Septemilia's tower to the capital city of Khalkedon was frosted slick with a thick rhyme of ice from the ever present mists. The gravel and ice crunched beneath the old elf's boots, but he made no attempt to diminish the sound as the road was empty save for a thick bank of fog a hundred or so yards before him.



	== Prelude: Dark City ==		== Prelude: Dark City ==
	'''''Ched Nasad''''' - ''City of Shimmering Webs'' - Uktar 3, 1372 DR - <span style="color:red;">'''''The City's final day.'''''</span>		'''''Ched Nasad''''' - ''City of Shimmering Webs'' - Uktar 3, 1372 DR - <span style="color:red;">'''''The City's final day.'''''</span>