Games Logs

The knock comes first — polite, almost apologetic, from below. Then another, sharper, from above. Neither is trusted for an instant. Crystal’s fingers curl around the shape of a spell not yet spoken. Shifty, flattened against the wall beside the upstairs door, meets Zilk’s eyes across the room and gives the barest nod. Then he wrenches the door open. What comes through is not one creature but a hundred small furies — a tide of fiendish things, snarling and scrabbling, all t