King of Terror
Ricmo was enjoying the Wyvern steak. In Valoria this was the kind of delicacy that only the most wealthy could afford, and he was pleased to find for once, it wasn't overrated. The sailors of the Lady Jezebel, under the direction of Tello, and with the magical assistance of Whisperleaf, had been busy. A peninsula of dunes near the sea had been chosen for the temporary camp. Whisperleaf had used his magic to raise an earthen rampart, sealing the peninsula off from the jungle, and the sailors had felled trees to construct a palisade along the top of it. It was pretty impressive for a days work, it certainly wouldn't stop any of the larger Thunderlizards but it should keep the smaller ones at bay. Tello had exercised the ingenuity that the Artificers were known for and had in a flurry of effort somehow constructed an adhoc distillery that was truly a wonder to behold, all cauldrons and steam and brass pipes. The Lady Jezebel didn't have a kitchen anymore, but the rum disti