Part 4 of “The Ebon Shroud” A fortnight since Eldric’s revelations, The Burly Earl thrummed with a quiet intensity. Rumors of ‘The Ebon Shard’ remained contained within its walls, known only to a select few who navigated the treacherous waters of ancient prophecies and impending doom. Asmund, now bearing the weight of foreknowledge, knew that…
Part 1 of “The Ebon Shroud” The Burly Earl, situated in Neverwinter’s shadowed recesses, wasn’t just a haven for ale-seekers. It was where stories were birthed and died; some whispered in dread, others proclaimed with conviction. This evening, a silence, thick and palpable, clung to the tavern, punctuated by sporadic murmurs. At the heart of…
The tavern was bustling with activity as the warrior known as Kethril entered. He made his way to the bar, ordered a pint of ale, and looked over the menu. His eyes landed on the mini meatloaf with roasted baby potatoes and roasted green beans, served with a crusty loaf of bread. Kethril’s mouth watered…