We awoke to a scream. “Noooo! Leave her – don’t…” the rest was intelligible, but it was coming from Wyll’s bedroll. I stood and looked around. No threats in sight. Astarion must have been off hunting. Gale sat up and blinked owlishly at me. Wyll screamed again. “Shit,” I muttered, and crawled around to his…
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As we walked through the grove, we saw what Wyll’s important work was – he was teaching tiefling children to fight. “That seems pointless,” Astarion said. “One whack from a goblin, and all of those little morsels are going to end up spitted over a fire.” “It’s alright, Umi,” Wyll said to a frustrated child,…
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Our group wasn’t the only one to stumble across the druid grove. A group of human adventurers, with a squad of goblins hot on their tails, arrived just as we walked up the trail from the crash site. Shadowheart, Gale, Astarion, and I watched as the group demanded entrance and safety, and were rebuffed. Then…
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Dash is on his way back to Baldur’s Gate to start a healing booth. But life has other plans for the hapless monk.