by salazar (Paul B.) 10 spring fell
TL;DR: Salazar and company explore the dwarven safehouse, meet a wererat and arrange for a meeting with The Fist, an anti-slaving faction. Eilis's Recap
The day started as normal, everyone is gathered on the main floor, eating breakfast, getting ready for the day. Bryn comes in with Horus and they lead the Tankard in prayer. As he concludes Captain Falanden enters the tankard with new stock and a few new travellers.
The captain asked use a favor, to build a dock so that it is easier for the Board and Associates to bring supplies into port. I will make sure that once other tasks are done we will get right on it.
I see a new face in the tankard, it is an Elvish woman, she seems lost, but she also seems able bodied to help us wipe out the undead. Bryn and Kre$H join us at the table and inquire what needs to be done today. I inform them all that we need to investigate a building that Dwain was able to tell me was a safehouse, and if we do that, there is a wolf den near there we could also inspect. After that we could head east to slay the undead. It must have sounded good because they all get up and head for the door.
As we go on our way we arrive at the obelisk. The dead bodies of the time travellers that arrived with us in this new Summerport are still lying there. I tell the others I will catch up to them soon and stay behind. I remember my agreement with the Kenku, human scalps will help our relations with them. I pull out my dagger and scalp the 5 corpses I can see, I know there are more in the area, I will have to come back later for the others. I put them in my pack and head on my way.
by Thrugg (Marty) 23 Hs
TL;DR: Thrugg awakens 1,000 years in the future and finds the tropical island of Summerport is now frozen. He writes some new songs. Salazar's Recap | Theobold's Recap | Mindartis' Recap | Kegrove Chronicles
Well, recent events have forced me to continue documenting my adventures in this paltry medium. It appears that the great wave we sought refuge from sent us nearly 1,000 years into the future. On our arrival, it was quite clear that Summerport had been decimated. What was once a mighty tropical port is not longer mighty, tropical, nor even a port. In light of this, I have renamed this city to Winterport!
Seeing our surroundings, Dwain and I volunteered to take point and make sure the way to the Tankerd was safe. We left Onen and Salazar at the obelisk to manage the survivors with clear instructions that they should give us a head start and then follow. Not wanting to burden Onen and Salazar more, we let Bryn join us.
We made it to the Tankerd,made the necessary fixes to ensure that it was habitable and located enough rations for our party and the survivors for several days. After doing so, Onen and Salazar made it to the Tankerd with a handful of men. Salazar informed me that the rest were lost. Knowing Salazar all too well, I ran out to try to rescue as many of my fans as I could. While my efforts were great, we still lost nearly 100 of the survivors. I don’t blame Salazar for this, after all, what did I expect? However, I am disappointed that Onen was not able to do more to protect these innocent survivors from Salazar’s actions.
by salazar (Paul) 23 hs
TL;DR: The heroes of Summerport awaken 700 years later in a frozen version of what they knew before. Theobold's Recap | Mindartis Recap
It has been another long, cold day here at the Tankard. Lok Feyn has been more loyal to his duties than I ever expected my companion to be. He must have put a lot of trust in me since that fateful day we met. Those who volunteered for guard training seem to be doing well, my appointed captain Fredisicmo and I will have to go out and lead a hunt later today. The rations are getting low.
As the day passes and it starts getting closer to dusk, Lok Feyn rushes in with a warning to the East, it seems that Thrugg and Dwain have returned with others and that he noticed they are being surrounded by bandits. I rush out of the office shouting to Fredisicmo to grab two men and follow me. We rush East towards the crumble lighthouse to aid my comrades.
As I get closer I can see one group of the bandits are aflame, I order my guards to flanks the group of bandits to the right of us and aid the man with a new face. I knock an arrow and let loose, it grazes by the brow of this bandit, but as it does I see something very interesting. This bandit has a beak, and dark feathers. I have heard stories from home about birds that walk like men, but those stories told that they were as tall as men, and had wings that could span the length of my body. These creatures barely came up to my waist. I must interrogate one of them.
by Mindartis (Michael D.) 3 Spring fell
TL;DR: Mindartis recounts his first adventure in the frozen island of Summerport. Meets a party who claim to be from 700 years before.
Read Salazar's Recap | Read Theobold's Recap
I had hoped that my living conditions would improve upon disembarking from that leaky tub the captain had generously called a “ship”, but alas. Summerport is not quite what Quarion had promised. If those dullards running the mage college had taken the time to actually study my treatise instead of unceremoniously throwing me out the door, I would not be in this predicament. But I digress. “Summerport”. What a joke of a name. I didn’t pack anything warm thinking I was going to a tropical paradise. Quarion promised palm trees! Not this apocalyptic winter.
But it seems this trip wasn’t a complete waste of time. I had barely touched what the innkeeper put in front of me (barely digestible) when a local paladin started babbling about building a church. Fool he may be, but he did mention having troubles with a raised skeleton that caught my attention. Could I be that lucky? Signs of reanimation practically at my (new) doorstep? I followed the zealot across the street and queried him as he started work on this church (apparently to some fictional deity he calls Gaia. Insanity.). Apparently the town has been plagued by various ghoulish apparitions recently. The paladin’s companion, a fairly eloquent (at least for Summerport) lizardfolk by the name of Salazar started to impart some tale of how the natives here are actually from the distant past and had mysteriously found themselves anachronistically lost. I’m not sure if he takes me for a rube or honestly believes this story. He seemed sincere.
The paladin, Bryn I believe his name was, was easily distracted and soon become consumed by the idea that more of the area needed to be cleared in order to praise his deity. Simpleton he may be, but I got the lizard to promise to help preserve a reanimated specimen if I went along. Joined by a dwarf (Female? Male? I’m never quite sure with their species) we set off to see what we could do. And such things we found! Minor reanimates to be sure, but helpful in my studies none the less! An assortment of suspended reanimate hands were practically infesting the neighborhood. Easily dispatched (except apparently for the dwarf who kept applying them to his/her face. Not a great way to kill them unless by smell), but could hold the clues I am searching for. I sketched many of them, though many were too decimated by the overeager efforts of the paladin, obscuring what I’m sure was crucial knowledge. A ghast and half a zombie were also found, and sketches of them will also be attached here.
We were able to clear all the way up to a huge obelisk. Curiously, the natives didn’t seem to know too much about it. Could it be connected to the undead? A mystery to unravel for another time. For now, I must collect my thoughts and prepare new spells. Darkness permeates this village, perhaps there will be more to learn here than I thought.
The following is recovered from a journal found and translated from draconic into the common to the best of my ability; according to the old ledgers the owner of this journal passed through our town, and this very college, right around the time of the Great Cataclysm.
- Ordos, Archmage of the Mage’s College of Kegrove
Everything seemed to be going well, I have meet new companions on my shore leave and we seem to form a bond in order to survive our predicament. But that was also the day that changed my life. For better or worse is yet to be known.
It has been one day since I have recovered my body from a strange series of events. At some point I need to get back to my ship and inform my captain what has been going on. But as of right now, I am honoring my promise to help the last of my new companions recover his body. After all they helped me recover mine. The other three decided to spend the night in the safety of the Mages College, whereas I opted to prepare for the next day. I have set up camp in the woods scouting the area and setting traps to both catch food and materials to make weapons out of. Learning how to make the most of a kill while growing up in the swamplands with my tribe has been a blessing. I don’t know how I would have survived until now without that knowledge.
The journal entries here are provided by the active player characters participating in the Detroit Marches.
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