The Cantrip Cantina: Feywild Nights
The evening breeze is heavy with the sweet smell of honeysuckle and fireflies make lazy loops through the night air over the excited patrons waiting outside of the Cantrip Cantina. […]
The evening breeze is heavy with the sweet smell of honeysuckle and fireflies make lazy loops through the night air over the excited patrons waiting outside of the Cantrip Cantina. […]
“Superstitious? Of course, I’m superstitious, my friend. You’d be a fool to get on the bad side of the fey.” – Allendon Mayersiel, ranger of Gillshire A fey cackles mischievously […]
“Mama Bardousa’s Bathhouse might be considered a high expense by some, but this luscious locale is not just a place of soap and water. It touches the divine with its […]
“They call us a cult, but we know the truth. We may be a thorn in their side, but we are a spear in the side of those unholy creatures […]
The leaves have turned and the last of the crops is being brought in from the fields, which means it’s time to start preparations for Pallowen, the festival of the […]
“Arona’s been a welcome addition to the Caravan. The kid’s got gumption, plus Brutus loves her. And I’m not one to turn my nose up at anythin’ that can cause […]
“I wouldn’t imagine that there’s been a more clever insect created by natural means. But their confounded language is terrible on the joints.” – Izra Noggle, First Keeper of the Twenty-third […]