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Ein kleines goldenes Licht umflog die Bibliothek und schoss dann auf ein ungenutztes Ackerfeld. Es durchflog ein Fenster im oberen Stockwerk der Scheune und landete auf einer nicht entzündeten Kerze. Wie eine flackernde Flamme umhüllte das Licht einen Mann, der in einer Ecke ruhte. Das Geräusch von ...

A small golden light circled the library then darted to the unused farming field. Ripping through a window on the top floor of the barn, the light landed on an unlit candle sitting on the floor. Like a flickering flame, the light shed a glow upon the man resting in the corner. The sound of a thousan...

With his eyes open wide, he stared worried into Josefine’s. He reaches his hand over the table to hold hers. “Josefine.. I would NEVER do such a thing... I care about you, you are Ishand wife and a mother.” Josefine von Irnaron pulled back her hand. That's not all. The next thing I saw was a room, w...

The musty smell of old books filled the library. Several quite folks lingered among the rising bookcases scanning the leather bindings, each searching for something. Sitting quietly in a dark corner at one of the large library tables were Drathe and Josefine. Leaning close to each other, they whispe...

As the two men lingered about the woman's cottage, the skeletal soldiers continued northward toward the town of Trollsbane. The Captain, with the ever-present glow of fear radiating from him, divided his troops into groups. To each group leader he gave very specific directions on destination and pat...

"The one I'm supposed to find." An odd choice of words Hulon thought. Clutching the parchments in his hand, he watched as the man looked around. "Yes, unnatural I'm sure," he muttered. "I am ... an associate of the woman. We were working together toward a common goal. I am H...

Hulon had hardly finished muttering his prayer when a man appeared, sickle in hand. Not believing in mere coinesidence, Hulon hailed the man, “Greetings, fair traveler. Have ye been witness to the murderers fleeing from yonder cottage? The woman murdered and the room ransacked. I fear tis not a rand...

Far to the south, a cottage was nestled into a grove of dying trees. Once, they had towered over the building, providing a deep shade in which a thick carpet of moss grew over the roof and walls. Now the moss dried, its softness leeched away by the sun that penetrated through the needle-less branche...

As conditions on the island deteriorate, resources become scarce and the fires of tempers rise in the heat. No resident of Trollsbane has been untouched by the matters facing Trollsbane. Those that took no heed to earlier warnings see their cupboards nearly empty. Healers move among the sick doing l...