Cataclysm

Shane Elmsmund let out a groan as he was awakened by the familiar crowing of the farm’s rooster and the wonderful aroma of frying bacon. His mother always was an early riser. “Wish Ma was cooking up that damn bird instead,” he mumbled to himself. Shane sleepily opened his eyes, only to immediately slam them shut ...

Two Weeks Later. . .   “What in the hell is this?” Brick Decklard grumbled as he steered his horse down the long dirt trail that led to the Balkanan monastery. This was the first thing he had said since meeting his new duergar partner, Skorplar Sed’Stym, outside of the Leaky Giant tavern earlier this morning. A ...

Brick and Skorplar arrived at the Elmsmund farm half an hour later, their boots covered in the dirt from Lillywood Lane. From the road, they could see where the barn use to be. In its stead, stood the blackened skeleton of collapsed ceiling beams and charred wall posts. The entire field was one big scorch ...