Four orbs to show the way.
Providing what the others forget you two need.
Floating in the air,
Spinning around you
Or strung out like stars.
A quiet help.
So often a welcomed sight.
Just a little bit you can do to help out.
For the good of the group.

Liquid courage, they call it.
You’re not going for courage
Just numbness, forgetting.
Forgetting what you lost and how.
Makes it easier when you catch sight of yourself.
But you’re trying to forget that most of all.
The others think they get it and are all about telling you to stop.
But they don’t.
They can never.

Zombies were the first we saw
But ’twas the Nergaliid that was the true first.
Started the chaos at the circus.
Caused strangers to band together.
Made a chance encounter lead to greater things.
To an winding adventure and a family created.
‘Twas the Nergaliid what started all the fun.
And for that he has our thanks.

Potion of healing
The first and possibly last line of defense.
A must to look for in any town.
(But take a good hard look at the one doing the selling.)
Still, you take what you can get and hope it’s enough.
Hard to get the best, have to temper expections of ‘healing’ with ‘stabilizing’.
The friend you hope to not have to use.

War
Intrigue
Loyalty
Dynasty
Empire
Machinations
Owe
Unknown
Neutral
Trust

You ran from what you held yourself to be.
You thought the best version of yourself was what grew in the shadow of another.
A shadow you wrapped yourself in when that light was gone.
But others have looked to you
And there is a new you reflected in their eyes.
You are shining your own light and need of the shadow is slipping away.
You run from the past no longer.
But walk with purpose to your future.

The Road cares not for who travels on it.
Though it hears them all
(Even listening to some).

It accepts them all
As it disappears from one spot and spreads out into another.
It is all one
And always.

‘Lo Professor Thadeus,
Where have thy gone?
From the cage of merchants
To the hand of a monk
To the freedom of the skies.
Did you remain within that new city,
Was there a destination in mind,
Or did you just let the wind take you
Having caught a wanderlust of your own?

The scribe watches the party as they enter the tavern
She waits a few moments before sending a round of drinks over.
A mere nod, then pretended indifference.

“It was in Trostenwald that they met…”

“We do this and we are home free.” Caleb watched the fire as it danced around his fingers.

“You’re the worst of the worst, Mighty Nein.” The cloaked figure threw open the doors, revealing armed soldiers and a helicopter beyond. “Do this and you’re free. Fail, and you die.”