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The Silver Wolf: Descending Into The Depths Of The Oerth: Like Father..Like Son?
CruelSummerLord writes "Denrik wanted to remind Normin how much more money the Glendowyrs might have if he didn’t spend so much of it getting sloshed at the Orc’s Trough, but he wisely held his tongue."
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The Silver Wolf: Descending Into The Depths Of The Oerth: A Wretched Wasp's Nest
CruelSummerLord writes "The city was nearly as bleak and depressing as the shantytown outside. Signs of poverty were everywhere, from the filth littering the streets to the beggars and street urchins rooting through trash containers and debris piles, to the buildings that were either decrepit, ramshackle hovels or fortresses with barred windows and thick oak and bronzewood doors. People skulked furtively through the streets, regarding one another suspiciously, and the very air itself was rife with tension and fear."
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The Silver Wolf: Descending Into The Depths Of The Oerth: Brotherly Love
CruelSummerLord writes "Everything briefly went dark for the companions as Kashafen started casting his group teleportation, but the look in Weimar’s eyes was seared into his friends’ minds.It was a look that made clear that he was ready to kill every bandit in Stoink to save Denrik, if that was what it took."
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The Silver Wolf: Descending Into The Depths Of The Oerth: Prologue
CruelSummerLord writes "It all seemed barren,
bleak and lifeless. There was hardly any life for miles around except the few
sickly bushes and stunted trees that struggled to survive in the hard, dry
wasteland. Everything was silent except for the grinding creak of the wheels of
the caravan’s wagons, the grunting and laughter of the gnolls and orcs the caravan
employed as guards, and the occasional quiet sobbing of some of the wagons’
occupants"
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