The Boy and The Lady – Debinani Rahl

–==Official Submission==– FROM: General Debinani Rahl RE: The Boy and The Lady “I hate the sea,” muttered Delayne Muerdetta from the corner of the cramped cargo hold aboard the Sea Strider. “Oh, I don’t know,” replied Tilamoon from behind the huge ethereal tome he was poring over, “I’ve always been kind of fond of it.” “The sea’s always been my worst enemy, “ chimed in Adulphus Turon, who had taken to pacing quite a bit lately, “getting troops transported over water is a nightmare. You know one time… “ “I am trying to get some sleep people,” interrupted a shifting pile of bedding in the corner, “ do you mind?” Silence ensued in the tiny room, leaving Alexander Rahl alone with his thoughts once more. His ghostly...

The Book of Haplo – Stryke’s Last Gasp – Debinani Rahl

–==Official Submission==– FROM: General Debinani Rahl RE: Stryke”s Last Gasp —- A New Soul —- Stryke curses as he rummages through the backpack of the recently fallen Ophidian. So far, this hunting trip has produced very little in the way of loot. “Ah, well,” he thinks. “64 gold is 64 gold.” Dropping the gold pieces into his own pack, Stryke stands and stretches, wincing at the sound of creaking bones. He is getting too old for this. He looks around to reorient himself and then sets off in the general direction of Papua. As he makes his way around a particularly large rock formation, a familiar hissing interrupts his whistling. He turns to face the Ophidian, eager to rid the lost lands of another snake-fiend....

Report on the Black Hand Operation – Alexander Rahl

–==Official Submission==– FROM: Sergeant Major Alexander Rahl RE: Report on the Black Hand Operation Intelligence Report Classification: –Sensitive— I don’t know what you maniacs up there are trying to do to me, but you need to get your shit together and get it together fast or we’ll have to have words. Here’s my “report” of my “mission” and if you don’t like the results you can kiss my arse or court-martial me because this rot is bleedin’ insane. As ordered, I took the role of Sambo, a petty pickpocket from Skara Brae and traveled to Nujel’m to join the Order of the Black Hand. Finding these idiots was easy enough, and gaining acceptance into Talen Varn’s gang was just as simple, alarmingly so in fact. Over the following...