Tag: Thora
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The Secret of the Enkari | A Thora Silentblade tale
Thora flipped the page, now about three quarters of the way through the lunar astronomy book on the three moons of Rhime. The dwarf had skimmed through it before, but was taking more time now as they began the journey down the road. It wasn’t an exciting read, but the…
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Moradin’s Call | A Thora Silentblade tale
The sun was hot and high in the sky when they started to approach their destination. Even though Thora felt as if they had all just arrived minutes ago from that other plane, the dwarf also felt sweaty and tired, as if they’d been sitting there for hours glued to…
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The Lord of Chaos | A Thora Silentblade tale
Thora looked around the room they found themselves in. Aside from the garish decorations on the wall, it was otherwise fairly normal. They had decided to take a bit of a rest here, since there seemed to be no immediate danger, and the dwarf was taking the time to examine…
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Self-reflection | A Thora Silentblade tale
Thora stared at the reflection in the mirror. The dwarf couldn’t remember the last time they had seen themselves. At the Embassy hostel? Maybe? The soldier’s face and armour were splattered with blood, adding to the already disheveled look of the dwarf’s beard which badly needed a brushing. There were…
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The Realm of Chaos | A Thora Silentblade tale
The walk back to Jenerra gave them all some chance to relax from the harrowing day and night. The most disturbing part of the walk, though, was definitely the skeletal undead goat that Duanne had decided to add to his collection. It kept trying to eat everything, even though it had…
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Into the belly of the beast | A Thora Silentblade tale
Thora watched as Zearach and Duanne sketched paths in the soft earth of one of the local farm fields near Generra. The wizard and ranger were comparing notes, pointing emphatically, and arguing over how fast they could travel across the rocky terrain. Both were fairly certain their target was upstream,…
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The bigger they are | A Thora Silentblade tale
The wind rushed through Thora’s beard as the soldier soared high above the canyon pass. The dwarf had never felt something like this before! Only a moment ago, Duanne had reached out and grabbed Thora by the arm, sending some sort of energy through the tortle’s claws that momentarily disoriented…
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A question of balance | A Thora Silentblade tale
The others had already run off, leaving Thora looking about at the fully-armoured corpses lying in the office. The lights were still flickering a little and the smell of the recent explosion hung in the air like a burned batch of eaglach. Limping forward a little, trying to slowly work…
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Another man’s freedom fighter | A Thora Silentblade tale
In good spirits and with their pockets a little heavier, Thora and the gang took to the streets of Embassy to explore the city and visit the local shops. Duanne, in particular, had been looking for a way to remove the curse from the strange club they had found on…
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The Arena | A Thora Silentblade tale
It was a few hours before dawn when Thora slipped back into the hotel, ready for a quick nap before breakfast. The main lobby and halls were so quiet at this time of night. Not even the usual buzz of the staff moving about disturbed the silence. The soldier did…
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A Noblewoman’s Plea | A Thora Silentblade tale
With most of the horrible hotel cleared out and under city control, Thora and the rest of the crew found their way to a city-owned residence where the refugees from the hotel were being set up for a temporary stay. The place seemed comfortable enough but after Thora entered the…
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The Basement | A Thora Silentblade tale
It was peculiar what people held onto. Thora watched the wizard hiding things in every nook and cranny of the room while the others rested and strategized. Thinking back to one of those first rooms they found, the dwarf wondered about that small teddy bear. Who had it belonged to?…
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Hotel of the Dead | A Thora Silentblade tale
The horror show that was the Happy Magic Hotel was the gift that just kept giving. After finding the bodies and the belongings of some of the missing, Thora had hoped they would have some luck with tracking down those behind it but every room they passed through only brought…
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The Missing | A Thora Silentblade tale
The storage bunker stood before them, it’s strange watching-eye-boxes peering around the street. From their vantage point in an alleyway, the crew considered their options. “Perhaps we could make a distraction and then sneak in?” “Why don’t we just wait and see who comes here?” “I could probably set the…
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The sunken wreck | A Thora Silentblade tale
With the kraken defeated and the Twain’s Folly anchored, all attention turned to the rescue mission at hand. The other ship, just recently crushed and dragged to the bottom of the river, had dozens on board who might still be alive! Alandal rowed quickly, the longboat loaded with ropes, steering…
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The voyage of the Twain’s Folly | A Thora Silentblade tale
Thora was up early, still a little jumpy about the night before. A visit down to the stables to see their horses was a calming moment that allowed the dwarf to refocus on what had to happen. Based on the state of Kranz’s antique shop, it might be a little…
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Breakfast is good | A Thora Silentblade tale
Glancing around the room Thora knew that they had a lot of work ahead of them. Carrying the bandit’s body up the stairs and flopping it down next to the old man’s body was the easy step, now the hard stuff was going to begin. This room was apparently filled…
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As Cold as Ice | A Thora Silentblade tale
Thora stretched out their arms as the morning sun began to shed its first rays upon the sky. Today was the big day in Pitted Dusk, the day to recapture the predators that had been loosed the night before. After the triumph at the challenges the day before, Thora had…
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Always bet on Bard | A Thora Silentblade tale
They were about four days from Wilted Gulch when the scenery on their path started to shift. The desert behind them was giving way to an arid expanse that featured more vegetation than they had been seeing up until now. There was a smell in the air that Thora couldn’t…
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Beware the siren’s call | A Thora Silentblade tale
Once again, Thora checked the bandages to see how things were healing. The armour had held up, but the dwarf had not fared quite as well. It was becoming a regular habit at this point to settle down for the evening and check to make sure how all of the…
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Whistle while you work | A Thora Silentblade tale
It was almost an hour later when Thora finally came around, a crick in the neck forming from the awkward sleeping position in the chair. Stretching out, the dwarf looked around the shelter to find most of the others quietly chatting or similarly taking a moment to sleep. It was…
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Hunting the hunters | A Thora Silentblade tale
The large bonfire burning in the center of the room cast a dancing glow, eerily flickering across a massive trail of blood spread across the floor. In the distance, Thora was sure they heard the sounds of feet running, but it might have just been the adrenaline pumping from the…
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The Miner’s Gambit | A Thora Silentblade tale
Silence settled upon the cave as the screaming goblin’s body fell to the ground. Thora’s eyes scanned the rafters of the chamber they were in, looking for an ambush or signs of more danger. Everything was quiet as the group spread out and investigated the cave system. While the others…
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Building a reputation | A Thora Silentblade tale
The ranch house was actually very nice to walk through, Thora considered, especially now that there wasn’t an immediate need to confront an entire band of thugs, ruffians, and bandits. The library upstairs was particularly intriguing! There didn’t seem to be any sort of organization, or method, to the collection,…
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The Ranch House | A Thora Silentblade tale
It was nearly full dark by the time they reached the outskirts of the ranch. The clouds shifted across the face of the moon, cutting the little light from the sky above. Out here, there were so many stars to take in you could spend a lifetime counting ’em and…
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To catch a Cavendish | A Thora Silentblade tale
Over the past several weeks Thora had been making the way from the Sakhar mountains through several towns along the main roads, heading south and west, with no particular direction in mind. It was so strange to have the sun in the sky, blindingly bright, all day long. The first…
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New Beginnings | A Thora Silentblade tale
In the heart of the mighty Sakhar Mountains, Thora listened with closed eyes to the echoes of dwarven hammers harmonizing with the whispers of underground rivers. Born into a family known for their outcast ways, Thora tried hard to fit in with the rest of the clans by following the…
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