Blood, Plunder and D&D

The suite that Bella Bell had given them was pretty nice, Ozraeline had to admit. It consisted of the entire second floor of one of the interconnected complex of buildings that made up Bella Bell's establishment . Like most buildings in The Thousand Isle's it was designed with privacy in mind, but also to let the wind and air in, rather then to keep them out. Wide louvred window screens provided seclusion without blocking the breeze. No winter here really, the enemy was heat, not cold. And the rain. Ozraeline hadn't lived through one of the rainy seasons yet, but she had heard of them and they sounded pretty extreme. The floor had a central common room with a staircase leading up to a small lightwell chamber that opened onto the flat roof. Individual sleeping chamber radiated off the common room, The design allowed a near constant breeze throughout the chambers, a breeze that smelling of oranges and jasmine. The roof especially was a great place to cool off after the sun ha...

  Fiddlesticks Joe was a young, pretty man, lanky, with a ready smile. However his smile quickly abandoned him and he noticeably paled as he looked at the three Tarot cards Vangeline presented to him. He sat back heavily in his chair at the Lucky Kraken Inn. The  pittura infamante  on the Hanged Man card clearly had his face, and if you looked carefully, his fiddle was hanging next to him. "You say you got these from old Mother Dim?" he asked? "Yes" said Vangeline. "And what did she have to say about it?" "She said I should come see you. She said she reckoned someone was calling in a favor. I don't understand that part." Fiddlesticks Joe got even paler. "I reckon I understand that part, me" he said softly. "Mais". Fiddlestick's looked at the other two cards. He picked up the one marked "The Tower, that looked like a tall island in a swamp" "This one be in the Deep Mangrove I reckon, gives me the freezawn...