Highbough glares at Josiane, decides the argument is pointless and beneath his dignity, and turns his back with a theatrical swish of his cloak. The nameless Pilgrims scatter in the path of the imperious old Elf as Highbough finds a quiet nook to study his spellbooks. He is supremely confident in h...
Highbough grabs an exhausted-looking Wen by the nape of the neck and pulls him into the room. "We came back to tell you your friends need help. The three Men are stranded on the other side. It's my fault: I activated the Ring by accident! I thought activation would require an active command wo...
"Josiane! Put that pen down and grab a mirror. Olaf and his friends need your help." Highbough is back, looking dusty, disheveled, and wild-eyed from what he has witnessed beyond the Ring.
Thanks, that means a lot coming from the creator of Endicott Crumm, the most unnerving "Elf" I've ever encountered in one of my games! (And he doesn't even have a magic-user level yet... look out, Arkham!)
"The dwarves have legends of tiny, mischievous beings who live under the earth's crust," shares Urist. "Those rare mortals who enter their kingdom return with unbelievable tales." Urist closes one eye and squints at one of the tiny doorways. Can he see any light or movement throu...