Let the tarrasque run roughshod over your campaign. Save the town of Hochoch in the Grand Duchy of Geoff. Deck the halls with wondrous tapestries. Build fantastic inns and taverns from scratch. PLUS: The return of the decapus, the magen, the rhagodessa, and the thoul. We proudly present for your gaming pleasure, Dragon 418.
Rodney Thompson’s Eye on Dark Sun is titled The Widow’s Spirit, and features plot hooks relating to the bitter spirit of an executed templar-wife of Nibenay.
As usual, all Dragon content requires a DDI subscription.
For anybody who happens to be on Google Plus, I’ve set up a Dark Sun community. Join up and introduce yourself; I’m interested to see what direction these go…
Floating indolently in a steamy haze had resolved nothing. My shoulder still ached as I clambered out. So did my heart. I drew a little magic to quickly dry myself, wincing as the beads of moisture flashed into steam as though my skin were hot stone, then padded back to my quarters. I dressed quickly, in the charcoal-grey sampot, crown and collar. My makeshift leather armour would serve for the journey, but was not appropriate attire for visiting the manor of a noble house.
The Temples baths were a late addition to the building, when the number of templar-wives in the Naggaramakam grew too large to be accommodated in the main bath-house near the eastern wall.
If you’re wondering what’s happened with the Ashes of Athas home / non-convention play, it seems there’s been some kind of snag with distribution permission.
There’s a thread on the WotC site acting as a sort of petition, asking Wizards to prioritize resolving the confusion. If you’re interested in playing Ashes of Athas, and you can’t make the conventions, this is where you want to weigh in. Please remember that hostility just makes the overseers mad.
I do not remember leaving the palace. For all I know, my lord and husband might have teleported me through the Grey – he has done that before when he wanted something done quickly. More likely, my mind was simply too preoccupied to take notice of the route my legs took through those shadowy halls.