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  • Enzo's Letters: Part Two

    Dear Marina, Damn this place. Damn this magic. Damn [[:smidge-gregarius | Vadge Nefarious]] and his already thrice-damned metal boots. I write to you from a pit — quite literally, this time. We followed Barley, that demented old treasure collector, …

  • Enzo's Letters: Part Three

    _[The writing on this letter is skewed in all different directions, the penmanship wobbly. There are so many ink and drink stains on it that they overlap in many places.]_ Dear Marina, Hellooooooooo! In the tavern again. I think I'm going to -buj- buy …

  • Enzo's Letters: Part One

    Dear Marina, This magical attunement and its attendant exile from civilization keep finding new agonies to inflict upon me. First, there is the town of Laredo itself. Calling it 'quaint' would be an insult to the lies we tell to advertise our rental …

  • Enzo's Letters: Part Four

    Dear Marina, I must apologize for what I can only imagine was a shameful piece of correspondence. I can only imagine, of course, because my inebriated state left behind neither fair copies nor detailed memories. I haven't received your reply yet, and I …

  • Enzo's Letters: Part Five

    Dear Marina, I know that Father and Cosimo are great fans of pit fighting, but I confess, I fail to see what all the fuss is about. We went to an uncivilized place, tossed the dwarf into the jaws of some ravenous beast, and lined our pockets with the …

  • Enzo's letters: part six

    My dear Marina, This morning, I woke up from a drugged stupor, tied to a chair. Before you tear up this letter in disgust, know that it's not what you might expect. I'm not sure Llorcas has an active enough nightlife for such scenarios to naturally arise …

  • Enzo's letters: part seven

    Dear Marina, While I prefer to keep my correspondence light in tone and conversational, today I must bring you grave news and a call to action. My own adventures have been relatively straightforward: kill this foul-smelling troll, size up that foresty …

  • Enzo's letters: part eight

    Dear Marina, Today, the world decided that no matter what I did, it would find some improbable way to try to kill me. Right now, if I were to pierce myself with my pen and discover that this pot is filed with bituminous poison instead of ink, it would …

  • My Dwarvish Tour Diary

    Hindohr is terrible. It's cramped and smelly and the buildings are dug out of solid rock, so there aren't even any walls to scale, rafters to dance across, or windows to sneak through if I get bored. We were there for something like five minutes before a …