The city watchman was outside the walls of Greyhawk, in a heavy rain. He and his partner found the ruined corner of an old church to hole up in, and as Ravi built the campfire he thought of recent events.

The watchman was speaking, as he had for most of the day, of his previous duty, which was guarding the former residence of Otiluke the Wizard. The former member of the circle of eight disappeared at the time of the Great Signing. The rumours said that he had also been killed by Rary the Traitor.

The Oeridian sat under a tree, browsing through a satchel of envelops and message-scrolls. Next to him sat a half-elven warrior whistling as she cleaned blood off her sword; nearby lay the bloody corpse of a civil messenger.

The future king of Furyondy was in the royal training grounds, sparring with a a good family friend. Exercising the physique, if not the psyche.

Occasionally the mist cleared enough to see out. Of course, the priestess wasn't really "seeing" since she didn't currently have a body.

When the reddish mists did clear and she could see the world, it seemed to consist of several images, each reflections at a different angle. But it was what the reflections consisted of that was the most curious thing.

Her prison seemed to be guarded by a very large and very scaly creature, that was most likely a dragon. The bodiless priestess couldn't tell what color, because all the images she perceived were tinted with red.

G'Leina had no other concept of time or space, and it seemed like an eternity since she drew the fatal and fateful card from that magical deck.

The gnarley ranger was travelling with some members of the Greyhawk Militia, who had been tasked with helping reduce some of the local monster population. Tanner's group had just finished "reducing" a small band of orcs. As they quibbled over the meager treasure, Tanner refrained from telling them that this was the easiest prey he'd ever seen in these woods.

With a large thump a body fell from a nearby tree, and one of the militiamen climbed down after it. The orcs body was riddled with crossbow bolts, but Tanner was happy to note that it was his arrow that had provided the killing blow.

Tanner thought to himself that he wouldn't need to claim anything; he would take what remained after the squad was slain. Unless he could prevent it, of course.

The clear air of the glade smelled fresh and clean. After a few deep breaths, the past month no longer seemed quite so strange to Ravi.

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