An Excerpt from the Explorers’ Society Pages
Volume XVII, Number 6
Letters From the Field

There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear. It started as a simple demonstration. Citizens proclaiming their right to free assembly and right to free speech. What a field-day for the heat. A thousand people in the street. Young people speaking their minds. Singing songs and carrying signs. Mostly say, hooray for our side.

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I miss Ilyea as much as anyone. To see her there among the statues in the Mayor’s garden is sad. So I wanted to say “yes” before Elvis even finished asking me to read a scroll of dispell magic. But Sadi on one side of me and Cinder on the other, argued forcefully that we not try to free her, not like this.

I’ve never had such a night! We spent hours going back and forth about what to do. Sadi kept on saying “We’re not politicians.” And Cinder kept saying “Not in front of a crowd.” And Acgar kept saying “We have to try!” Boy, if Myntilly had been with us, I bet she would have known the right thing. What a day for her to be away! For Elvis it’s politic; I know that. Ilyea is a means to an end — free her and the Mayor has to explain why a petrified person is in his garden.

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So here’s the story of Orak’s Bathhouse.

It started one of the first game nights when the heroes had used a lot of their daily powers and it was only early afternoon. The Divas felt their characters needed to rest before going on in the adventure, but it was really too early to go to sleep.

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