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    • by Mark Rivett Armed with the knowledge that the library had been trapped, Philippe cautiously made his way inside. As he moved, he could hear a voice reciting some unknown magical incantation. However, the moment he stepped into the archway leading to the central part of the structure, the chanting stopped. Philippe assessed the scene before him, cognizant that glyphs of warding were ready to erupt in a conflagration at the slightest misstep. Upon the sculpted relief walls were sconces glowing with magical…
    • by Mark Rivett When swaggering hero Isenbard strides into the royal court expecting a glorious reward he’s certain the prophecy naming him the Chosen One will seal the deal. But when his long-time nemesis, Lord Drazroth, crashes the ceremony with an inconvenient revelation about the second verse of that prophecy, everything Isenbard believes about destiny, heroism, and quests begins to unravel. As the throne room descends into…
      Fantasy • Humor
    • by Mark Rivett “Hierophant Alexis Sharp,” Philippe stood from his desk to greet the friend he had not seen in over a decade. The priestess who had fought beside him in his youth had grown older. Her once-blonde hair was streaked with white, and her intense blue eyes were lined with age. In the image Philippe held in his memory, Alexis wore heavy chain armor and brandished a glowing magical glaive. Today, however, she wore a simple turquoise blouse, a blue frock, and a knapsack over one shoulder. “It has been too…
    • by Mark Rivett Isenbard’s chest swelled with pride as he waltzed into the throne room. The vaulted spires above were adorned with majestic statues of legendary heroes. The men - all men - were of such monumental status as to be made into actual monuments. The figures gazed down upon the gathering with stony expressions both literal and figurative. Noble guests from every corner of the kingdom – elves, humans, dwarves, centaurs, and various other creatures too numerous to enumerate gathered in anticipation. A din of…
      Fantasy • Humor
    • by Mark Rivett In Redemption in Blackstone Hollows, Champion Renaud Landry of Sarenrae willingly enters the goblin stronghold of Blackstone Hollows, offering himself as a captive to prevent a looming war. Dragged before the decrepit God-King Reazz, Renaud reveals a devastating truth—goblins who die are no longer reaching their sacred afterlife, Basalfeyst, a crisis caused not by divine wrath but by the heresy and corruption of their…
    • by Mark Rivett Renaud Landry instinctively tested the heavy manacles that bound his wrists. His restraints were secure. The tall dark-haired man noted the irony of his predicament. “Sarenrae, grant me patience.” A loud crack sent a sharp sting up his elbow. “Do not speak that name here!” Slairk, captain of the goblin guard snarled as he swung the broad side of his blade into Renaud a second and third time for good measure. A cacophony of giggles erupted from two-dozen malevolent captors as Renaud recoiled…
    • by Mark Rivett In the bustling Wanderer’s Pub, weary barkeep Spencer Willis endures a constant parade of adventurers who treat him less like a person and more like a quest-giving prop—especially when they keep casting Guidance to wring rumors from him. But when one overeager druid’s magically enhanced joke becomes the final straw, Spencer finally pushes back against their manipulation, forcing the party to reckon with the…
      Fantasy • Humor • Pathfinder
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      A Guided Joke

      by Mark Rivett “Spencer Willis, as I live and breathe, how are you doing?” An unfamiliar voice called through the din of Wanderer’s Pub. Spencer turned from tending the bar to look for who had called after him. The tavern was crowded, and no one stood out as needing his attention. Locals congregated into friendly cliques after a hard day’s labor. Travelers huddled over tables in groups of four or five, discussing past adventures or planning future ones. The warm fire in the hearth and softly dancing candles…
    • by Mark Rivett In June 2021, PaizoCon Founder Timitius made an open call to submit to Wayfinder #22. I was in the midst of my own homebrew Pathfinder campaign, and I was ravenous for an opportunity to engage with Paizo and Pathfinder. For additional context that will be relevant later, that same month COVID 19 pandemic restrictions would lift in my home state. The world was coming…
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      A Quiet Retreat

      by Mark Rivett How are we feeling today?” Doctor Noris Sedant’s demeanor and tone always fell squarely on the minimally pleasant side of controlled. She wore her blonde hair in a tight bun, and her sharp blue eyes appraised Strathis from behind small round spectacles. Her modest white academic dress conveyed equal parts authority and knowledge. She stepped into the spartan room occupied by a single bed, small nightstand, and a steel dresser upon which sat a lonely candle. She left the door ajar behind her, and…
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