Galdren explained what he saw, venom in his voice.
“And now she chases me” he said.
“There was treachery in the house of the Gray Magi too” Asher prompted.
“I vow they will both get their payment” Galdren spat again.
The Portal was dimming. The whole day had passed.
Really hoping to re-kindle this account at some point in the not too distant future. It’s been inactive for a while but hopefully won’t fall foul of the upcoming ‘purge’ of inactive accounts!!! 🤞🏻
Clair died today. We are thankful for her life, which she lived well, and for all the happiness we have enjoyed together.
Thank you for being part of Clair’s Dying Well Journey. This final blog post is her Goodbye.
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ICYMI: From the official Amazon Press Release (linked below)
1) First 3 episodes on Nov 19
3) Rest of the episodes are weekly on Fridays
2) Season Finale is on December 24
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The door closed behind Galdren & Asher picked up the bowl. He smiled, happy with the way things had gone. Most of the vision has been of Galdren’s own making. It had just needed a bit of a nudge here and there.
Replacing the bowl in his bag, he left to join his companion.
Trentham was a charming small town, its narrow and cobbled streets well-kept & clean. Galdren arrived an hour before dusk, making his way to one of the larger inns for lodging. A tall man, with long hair pulled in a pony tail, leaned against the front of the Inn & smiled at him.
Galdren was as hungry as he was angry. “Let’s go back down & eat. We need to discuss next steps” he told Asher sternly.
Asher nodded in response. “I’ll follow you down” he replied, moving to clear the bowl.
The liquid was gone, thin tendrils of black steam drifting up.
Galdren explained what he saw, venom in his voice.
“And now she chases me” he said.
“There was treachery in the house of the Gray Magi too” Asher prompted.
“I vow they will both get their payment” Galdren spat again.
The Portal was dimming. The whole day had passed.
Galdren saw through Barton’s eyes. The older man’s hands were deeply wrinkled, scratching some notes onto a creamy parchment. He heard the door creak open slowly, expecting an acolyte with some tea but was shocked, when he looked up, to see a very unlikely visitor.
New poll :)
Which one’s your favourite?
A: The Librarian
B: Galdren the Shadow Mancer
C: Deralyn, Paladin of Light
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