The Third Bell
Three traders described the same road to me. Two of them had been dead for years.Open the storyNot yet discoveredOngoing chronicle

Dust on your boots. A dent in your shield. And a story no one has heard yet.
Take a seat and open a character’s book.Tell your storyThree traders described the same road to me. Two of them had been dead for years.Open the storyNot yet discoveredOngoing chronicle
My mother sent me to an orc. She had never told me why.Open the storyNot yet discovered
He wore the red cloth of the Defias. My sister noticed the wound first.Open the storyNot yet discovered
I’d cooked for five. Then the rain brought seven more guests.Open the storyNot yet discovered
The steel remembered every movement. My hands had to learn them again.Open the storyNot yet discovered
She gave me her only lantern. Her brother was still out there.Open the storyNot yet discovered
These sample stories offer a taste of the tavern to come. Follow a chronicle with the bell: new chapters appear first under “For you”.