Kenneth the Thief, immortalized in stone.
Persons mentioned in the text:- KENNETH, a level 4 Thief; a hero of the Battle of Fennburgh
- PERSEPHONE, a level 1 Elf
- KYLE, a level 4 Halfing; a hero of the Battle of Fennburgh
- RANDY, a level 1 Elf
- ORION, a level 1 Elf
- BUSSY, a level 1 Cleric
- ARMAND, a level 4 Vicar, a hero of the Battle of Fennburgh
- BOCCE, a level 1 Barbarian
The month of AMETHYST, second month of the year 1120 Anno Daedalus
The place:
FLORYMONDE'S TOWER, the crumbling tower of a long-dead sorceress, situated beside the RIVER GREY and near the town of FLUME
The THUNDERMOOR, a frozen wasteland in the southern reaches of KATHON
Our Heroes climbed to the top of Florymonde’s tower and found a huge nest filled with what appeared to be giant snake eggs. Kenneth was gripped with a powerful antisocial urge and smashed the eggs. A chilling screech heralded the arrival of the cockatrice whose nest he was destroying, and Our Heroes fled down the staircase, but not before Kenneth was bitten by the cockatrice’s snake head. As Our Heroes slew the cockatrice, Kenneth turned slowly to stone. With a heroic effort of will, he curled his fists into a crude gesture before he was completely turned to stone.
Our Heroes cut the clothes from Kenneth’s body and took his weapons before continuing into Florymonde’s magic armoire. The armoire led to a cold, black tunnel that spit them out in a modest, comfortable hut built into the side of a mountain. It overlooked a snowy valley through which a large, black river cut. Opposite the river was an evergreen forest. On the horizon they could see a town. They climbed down the mountain, avoiding an encounter with a white ape, and followed the river upstream until they found Triskele, built where the river Green flowed into the river Ur.
They met a Barbarian who called himself Bocce and learned they were hundreds of miles south of Greymarsh, in the hinterlands called the Thundermoor. Here, bands of barbarians rode horseback and fought for resources in the harsh, frozen plains. Triskele was a rare outpost of civilization, ruled in name by a Duke who was on a pilgrimmage, but de facto by a group of sorcerers who were said to consort with an ice dragon.
Our Heroes realized the Dwarf they met a few months ago was from the Thundermoor, and spent the next week traveling back up the mountain and through the armoire, and then to Fennburgh to rescue the Dwarf and bring him back home. Although it was a century since he last set foot in Triskele, and everyone he knew was long dead, the Dwarf was grateful to be returned to his homeland.
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