The Chalice Quartet

4-4

It was sometime around late morning on the second day that he started to give up hope. He had heard it called “the drowning of the spirit”, whereby, once you gave up struggling, it got easier.  There was less anger and frustration, more resolution, and even the relief that he wouldn’t need to worry any

4-3

Raulin felt awful and remembered nothing at first. He must have swallowed buckets of sea water before the crew had fished him out of the ocean. He was still drenched, but at least he was safe. He opened his eyes and saw only the darkness. Several hours must have passed, based on the calm nature

4-2

Though the sky was just blushing with orange and gold, Raulin took the captain’s advice and retired early. His cabin was one of four for non-seaman and was tight with a single bed, dresser, and desk all bolted to the floor. After he closed and latched the door, he pushed an empty barrel he had borrowed

4-1

Raulin Kemor stretched against the railing of the port beam, holding his hands tightly around the wood while pulling his body back. “That appears to be a brutish storm,” he said to the captain. The man he addressed stood behind him and to the right, his hands in his coat pockets. Not once in the

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Al would have loved nothing more than to lay down and let his magic heal him, but he and his two friends were on their way  to the city’s temple of Zayine.  Every jostle bumped his head into the carriage’s wall, since he was still too deep into the Calm to maintain good posture.  It