Category: Arcodd

Arc of the hymgais

Gathered they were behind the pale self-light of the failing fortress of Tar Tranwyn in the Kingdom of Tuhál. Asked, they were, for their assent to questing. And answered, by the Laird of the place with the circle of all the Lairds of this place behind her. Bound, they were, to the hymgais of the…


Down the Rowan Path

Some distance down the challenging wind along the AbhainnRo, they came upon a woman writing bloody instructions on the trunk of a felled oak that lay bloated in the river. As they approached with fell intent, she shouted the work “Away”, and raised an illicit writing-covered staff. In a flash of blatant power, she vanished,…


Sweat and Preparation

A little past 3 miles, several hundred paces beyond the enormous circle of dead oaks, they found a Wayfrost grove – the ancient evergreens grown in a circle, all their limbs facing out, the stump of the original Wayfrost enormous in their center. Cwyn uncovered a stone fire pit, and seats under the pine leaves,…


Shadows on The Rowan Track

The old couple slowly revealed that they had information and more for the two dirty men, but that they needed … evidence. Proof that they were who they said they were. Lintel – above the door of the stone house, is written “Hope” Quest – they came here at the behest of the Siar na…


Failed Quest

They woke in the dark again. A wolf was howling in the woods. Grimly, Cwyn growled, “Meraig,” like a curse, which he probably was. There was also the problem of a dead singer on the ground among the blue-gray twigs. Should they go? Should they stay, and honor him with some kind of burial? Shifting…


Being with the White Lady

Meraig faded from their site, but his wolfish grin lingered inside them. Mab’s silence grew like a growl. Cwyn started several times to launch into reason and explanation, but ended up refuging in the slick and rattle of his cards. They rattled their friendship between them and eventually settled down to feast on what Meraig…


Mabon Night

They found a Stevedore named Ruarídgh Hostler to take the barrel full of Cwyn for early delivery to the Sky House. The day yawned and passed. Mab lingered at the Goat’s Head public house, and tried not to drink too much. The feast roared and laughed outside, wheeling like a flock of over- and under-dressed…


Gifts and Undeserved Wonders

They stood in that lovely room that must have overlooked the city, but whose many screened windows were beginning to burn indistinctly with the dawn that was starting outside. Did he repeat himself, telling them once more, “I am Ilír, Siar na Siarái of Gaudr, Lord of the Lighted Vaults of Heaven. I have lost…


Why do things begin in such a way?

Leaving the quit inn room in the Sign of the Rooster, by the edge of Ionad, Mab and Cwyn headed across the city to Diarmuid’s office hidden away in the quiet residential neighborhood near the White Canal. He’d said he needed help with something at sunset. They arrived more or less promptly, Dolain the Wanderer…


Blue and Green

Caerdwynn: I don’t know what forsaken hour it is any longer, or long we’ve been here atop this sinking tower, with the beacon fire our lone shield against night and the cold. It feels like days have passed. I’m tired, but I know the night is far from over. I mustn’t show any weakness here,…