Drastè Wharf was the largest port between Izan’Larai and Lendrig’s Hollow.  All that really meant was the town was slightly bigger than other towns.  Still, the crew spoke about this port for weeks.  They always planned stops here so they docked right before some major festival.  They called it Drastè’s Cradle, and people from all…

It was a few days before arrival at the next port.  Selene decided to stay out of trouble a while and join Hamish for his meditations after she was scolded for the umpteenth time.  Today, he was seated atop the railing, with his legs crossed and eyes closed.  She came up to him quietly, hoping…

“Greetings, friends!  I am Brother Hamish, and I am sharing in your journey this day!” Selene was taken aback as the massive, giant of a half-orc bellowed as he came aboard.  His size reminded Selene of stories she heard of giants who stood so tall, clouds would hide their heads from sight.  He towered above…

Three days.  Three days was all it took for Selene to understand why boats were rarely the subject of great adventure stories.  They were very, very boring. The part where they left port was exciting.  Back then, everything felt new.   People were running about while the captain shouted orders from the top deck.  She…