Campaign Chronicles

10 Newkolt 349 AC The sun has barely crept over the horizon when Arthur wakes and crawls out of his bedroll. The small camp is already bustling with activity. Altan, who stood the last watch with Granite, is stirring a pot whose savory aroma promises a simple but hearty breakfast. Granite has roused Phineas and the pair are packing up a small tent while Davaa prepares the camels for the day's march. As he passed Agnes, he paused just long enough to wrap the elf in a brief, warm hug.  "How was the night?" Agnes smiled faintly as she returned the embrace. "Peaceful." She glanced toward the brightening sky. "Too quiet though. I don't think I slept as well as I usually do." Arthur released her and reached for a nearby waterskin. He took a long drink before slinging it back over his shoulder. Agnes's smile faded. "I kept expecting to wake up to someone shouting." She settled back onto her blanket, folded her legs beneath her, and clo...

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI Kysek, a look of thanks upon his face accepts the berries. “I know it’s not much girl but it should help you.” The elf holds the berries in his outstretched palm for her to eat. Dusk wolfs down the berries in a single gulp. Her bleeding slows and some of her strength returns. She is by no means healed but looks like she can rejoin the fight. Raven smiles faintly. "That's more like it." He faces Kysek, "I spoke with Ra'ziir. Tarithnesti is under attack." Raven tells him everything he received through their telepathic bond—the beacon charging atop the Protector's Tower, dragons converging on the city, and their companions fighting desperately to buy the crystal enough time. "Can you teleport the three of us?" Kysek nods and reaches into his pack. He pulls out a scroll and breaks the seal. He reads the words on the page and they begin to glow. Sparks fly from the page and begin swirling around Kysek...

EPISODE ONE: EAST OF OMAHA (JOLENE) “You know that Angel?” Drags says to Sam over the CB. "I recognize her now. She was at the Waffle House this morning." “So we were picked for this run? And why?  What did we do that her Smilers were not able to. That is the question.” "I don't know. Think for ourselves?" came Sam's reply. Mac clicks in, "Hey, Brother, you still want to see if she'd marry a zipper? XOXO or hahahaha?" Xadens grip tightens the steering wheel groaning under his grip as his eye narrowed at the man. "HumanCorp...." flashbacks of that night pour into his mind, "and an angel...F@#! Now Heaven is with them...makes a man want to lose faith." Then Jolene spoke. She didn't raise her voice. Every radio, every truck speaker, even the handheld CBs carried her words. "Children... be not afraid." She folded her hands before her. "You've spent your lives learning to fear anything you don't ...

Despite the ubiquitousness of hoverbikes , there all have the same problem - limited cargo space. While luggage racks and saddlebags do what they can to alleviate this drawback, it wasn't until recently that manufacturers came up with a practical solution.  Universal Mission Pod Hardpoint There are several makes and models of Universal Mission Pod Hardpoints. The most common is the Tyrell Corporation Universal Mission Rail (UMR-6). Tyrell also produces the UMR-8 which is suitable for use on hovercars and the UMR-10, commonly found on hovertrucks, and UMR-20 for use with construction equipment and salvage vehicles.      Mounted beneath the hoverbike is a reinforced modular hardpoint designed to accept a variety of interchangeable mission pods.      Changing pods requires approximately 30 minutes with basic tools (10 minutes with a properly equipped workshop). While any pod is installed: • Maximum Speed: reduced to ¾ normal • Flight Ceil...

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI “Damn it! Dusk is injured! I must find her!” Kysek replies. “Dusk! Come on girl! The party here is over! We’ve got to get moving and get you help! Dusk! C’mon girl!”, he calls out with hope she can hear him and will come. Raven lands beside his companion. He drops to one knee, fingers tracing along the ground, searching for signs of the griffon's passage - disturbed leaves, scuffed rocks, churned soil, a print in the snow. The two elves spread out. Kysek calls again. "Dusk! I'm here!" A faint sound carries through the early spring air. Kysek and Raven both turn toward it. The trail leads them through the trees to a small clearing. Dusk lies beneath the branches, battered and exhausted. Blood stains her side. Her head lifts when she hears Kysek's voice. The griffon gives a weak call. Kysek immediately drops beside her. "There you are." Raven is by his friends' side a moment later. He opens his left h...