This story arc ended on such a climax that we’re not going to have a long wrapup (though Thulo may write up his experiences after Ashas); it’s my turn now to take Lyse and either Fikmet or someone else to the East. As we passed the place where we had…

Not completely unexpected. But we didn’t quite expect to have it here. (Also, Sedi got even less time to sort things out than usual, but one thing she did may have made things start to sort themselves out.) I found myself on a sandy plain, bare except for a few…

Sedi is learning to be the boss! Sorting out Ghilas was taking a couple of days. I was actually having a rest: apart from the temple services and other things that people need a priest for, and sword training, I had time to write letters and have my hair cut…

That was suspiciously easy. Probably my own fault because I chose “the seeds of his own destruction” over “a hard fight”. Either that, or there’s something that the GM isn’t telling us (apart from all the other things he’s not telling us). When I was at sword practice with Aftabi…

The GM told me about the point in any narrative where the protagonist can’t do anything else than go along with it. “We reached that point in Zameshtan,” I said. He agreed. We travelled for a few more days through fields that were mostly planted with a strange kind of…

It happens every time. EVERY SINGLE TIME. She does what she needs to do, this causes a lot of chaos, and she moves on before it’s resolved. She’s beginning –no, continuing, she already thought it in Kushesh– to think it’s a curse. And I admit the boots are a running…

We were prepared for an epic fight but got tragedy instead. It must have been after midnight, but we were still making the rest of the plan. The princes came to show a company of soldiers in the other army’s uniforms: not everything fit and I could also see some…

Yes, she is learning to be the boss. She isn’t sure if having services for thousands of people is what she intended, but meting out justice seems to agree with her. Also, apparently you can take the girl out of the farm, but not the farm out of the girl.…

GM: “We can’t really call it ‘priest’ any more, she’s in fact a bishop.” And she’s about to be an ambassador, and will be a judge next… We sat with Pesar’s wives for a while afterwards with food and wine. Pesar himself went back to his meeting, walking much less…