by krolan ironbender (doug s.) 28 hs
TL;DR: Krolan the dwarven ranger arrives on Black River Island and explores a sunken bunker defended by Shimmerscale lizardfolk. Hekili's Recap | Ralthor's Recap | Vandil's Recap | Fagan's Recap
The Black River Island Tavern is busy. Dozens of fishermen, merchants and adventurers gather for supper as Hurlee has created a feast from the various creatures hunted and trapped in the wilds of the bayou. Rawq Elrid provides assistance in the kitchen with spices and some cooking skills shared from the Hayer to liven up the crowd. As the patrons sit and dig into their meals, a rather large mountain dwarf steps up onto a table in the corner of the hall and announces, “Ladies and gentlemen! My name is Krolan Ironbender, gladiator and dungeon delver from the high peaks of the Farclan! Focus your attention for the next few minutes as I present a true tale of discovery, combat and high-adventure from my party’s expedition into the harsh south bayou! Listen closely, as you may set foot upon this very site…”
With that, Krolan draws a perfectly sharpened battleaxe with his right hand and a handaxe detailed in dwarven runes in his left. Each weapon catches the dim room light as they are wielded in strong, fluid motions as the dwarf reenacts the physical elements of the dramatic story as it unfolds. Krolan takes in a deep breath and begins to regale the previous day’s events…
“The nimble forest hunter, called Vandil, recruited four brave souls along with myself to join him on a mission to clear a partially sunken bunker of stone deep in the central southern bayou region that he had discovered some time before. The mighty Raalthor, my towering dragonborn nomad friend, followed our halfling guide closely. The charismatic and well-known gnome bard, Namfoodle, a half-elf burglar called Fagan, and a very unusual turtle-humanoid warlock called Hekili rounded out the party. Finding the ruin structure did not take as long as rumored, due to Vandil’s keen skills as a guide and hunter. We discovered that the structure portals were mostly left open after the prior party exited, but some key rooms remained un-explored. One such area was barred by a jammed stone, pocket door…that I nearly cracked my head open with a crowbar trying to open,” Krolan acts out a crowbar striking himself on the side of his face, then continues, “…but Raalthor made quick work of loosening the portal with a loud mechanical clank.
by raalthor (Matt S.) 28 HS
TL;DR: Ralthor joins a party to continue exploring a submerged ruin. Krolan's Recap | Vandil's Recap | Heliki's Recap | Fagan's Recap
Sitting down at the tavern, Raalthor began working away with a whetstone on his greatsword. His clanmates had taught him well about the necessity of caring for his equipment. With a small smile (for a dragonborn), he hoped that the day’s exertions would make them proud.
He’d joined a small crew of adventurers to investigate some sunken ruins, lead by the halfing ranger Vandil. Raalthor’s ancestral armor had been damaged during his time in the ice, so he looked for any opportunity to fund the repairs. But more important than that was to live. To exalt in the glory of life, in combat, in the struggle; to prove himself worthy of the Odinsori. The events in the ruins would certainly qualify.
Vandil had previously burned away some moss covering one of the sliding doors found throughout the ruins. It’d taken quite a bit of struggling with a crowbar, but that door had slammed open. Unfortunately, the mystically-glowing moss covering the floor of the room beyond also contained some strange moving growths that made the most maddeningly unearthly shrieking he’d ever heard. Shriller than any Stormhorn eagle, he’d waded in with the rest of the crew to try and cut them down.
Than the corpses came.
by Fagan (Jason M.) 28 HS
TL;DR: Fagan joins adventurers in exploring a submerged ruin and fighting off lizardfolk. Krolan's Recap | Vandil's Recap | Ralthor's Recap |Hekili's Recap
A rain soaked half elf stands in the doorway of the Black River Tavern, rain dripping of his cloak and pooling on the floor around his feet. He removes the mantle, hanging it on a hook near the door and approaches the bar for a drink. He seems in a remarkably better mood than the last time he returned from adventure and it's soon clear why when he pays for a stiff drink with gold instead of copper. "Oh this? Nah, just a little splurge. Got my blades wet so I can get my whistle wet. Place was cleared out when we got there. Not of monsters though. Some idiot left the door open and the lizards got in. Man I hate those fuckers. You know anyone wants lizards dead, you send them to me."
A second drink seems to have loosened his tongue and he speaks more freely. "Anyway, it was me and Namfoodle and some others I didn't know too well. I liked that dwarf fella though. Krolan I think? Anyway, we get in, and stumble on some screeching mushrooms. What a fucking racket. Just when we almost have them finished off the dead walk in. One of 'em whacked me good, so I had to... step back... but the others seemed more than happy to smash. The dragonborn - Ralthor? - dude went nuts on 'em. It's lucky I did too because I saw something scurrying away into the darkness the way we came in. I cut out from the others and tried to pursue but we lost the trail."
He continues to spin a tale of fighting off more lizards and getting surrounded at one point. "I wasn't worried though. Got to split two of those fuckers in half, even if they were sleeping." He tips his drink to Namfoodle. "We cleared it out. Sealed it up too, so if anything's in there, you know it got in on its own. Didn't find anything good, but like I said, killing lizards is always good work."
by merelda meznen (vera d.) 23hs
A party of us descended on Fort Providence to take it back for Shield on the morning of the 23rd of High Spring:
Vandil and Lindir stealthed ahead and scaled the wall and tower to take out the bullywug guards. We stayed back until we got the signal. We infiltrated the fort and battled many bullywugs and their giant frog pets. A shaman challenged us for a bit but ultimately we prevailed. Namfoodle got the shaman staff of sleep. Lindir and I are staying here at the fort to keep it secure until reinforcement arrives.
by fagan (Jason M.) ? - 25 ss
Fagan sits at the bar in the Black River Tavern, turning a glass of amber liquid around and around but not drinking from it. It takes a few prodding questions for the half-elf's eyes to focus and open up, but eventually the story comes out...
I set off with a small group of... thugs really, looking to get our blades wet. Hone our skills if you will. We came around by sea and made landfall during the night, this was over a week ago now. We woke to sounds of odd whistling, a sort of call and answer which we found came from lizardfolk; rainbow frills on their heads.
We were quickly overwhelmed, my companions [Fagan scoffs with a disgusted head shake] dead. Then, darkness. Later, my eyes open to a group of bullywug being ordered around by a hag. She tells them to keep me alive. Odd, certainly, but I can't say I'm disappointed. I'm kept in a wooden cage, half buried in muck. They feed me, enough to live but still leave me weak. It's disgusting, but I do my best to choke it down. I'm constantly cataloging, watching their activities for any chance at escape, but... I'm under constant surveillance. I know where my things are - they check it every day - I just need to get to it.
A few dozen bullywug inhabit this camp. It borders a large pool of water - two alligators keep the smart ones away - and on the far side the most enormous cypress tree I've ever seen. No one approaches it. That's where the hag disappeared after I first arrived. Didn't see her again until... well.
The journal entries here are provided by the active player characters participating in the Detroit Marches.
All Abaza Amaranth Aredhel Lethe Astrid Gilrin Atuji Of Clan Greatscale Audra Ayten Gilrin Basil Benedict Greenfield Black River Swamp Blackscale Brea Daergle Brynn Bryn Naikaho Cavalier's Watch Chat Clan Shimmerscale Crimson Surgeon Cylowboborow Nonsoon Demogorgon Diamondshard Banwyze DILONDORG KAAL Doros Doross Dorros Dredge Dufdor Dwain Eilis Eilis Gilrin Eladrinne Escobar Fagan Far Reach Fort Providence Gator Rock Genji The Wererat Glin Ybendawien Droat Golden Apple Great Cataclysm Griffin's Roost Grildor Trueforge Haldor Kemleigh Ham Hamilton Hekili Nalani HEYKITD GETOFF MELAYN Icegate Jerimiah Jerwin Jinn Kanyu Il Senya Kathra Kegrove Kellen McCall Kenku Kiera Lyssandria Kohaku Ruim Koltalon Kresh Krolan Kunyata Kar Leatherhead Liam Buckham Liana Lindir Lizardfolk Longtail Lucretzia Borgia Makani Pahili Malmir Merelda Meznen Midden Heap Mindartis Morgrimm Naill Amakir Namfoodle Nehi Xum Nehi-Xum New Cadeni Njord Noric Synphase Noxochiyotl Obelisks Of The Bayou Omgar Onen Peter The Wolf Phoncledeh Player Character Journal Entry Polar Bear Polg Pollen Quinzli Rabbits Ralthor Rawq Elrid Rhogar Roscoe Greenfeld Rotten Morgan Bonecrusher Rube Lastname Ruins Salazar Sang Woo Ser Mathius Shaena Tosscobble Silent Mockingbird Som Sorrel Summerport Syndar Beratos Tabaxi Tainted Falls Teddy Bear Tharrus The Fist Theobold Peacekeeper Thur’a’ugh Tormund Firehammer Tortles Treewalker Truss Stacianodel Udoroth UDOROTH THAMMILIDAAR Umberlee Underdark Valaquaraptors Vandil Varron Greensleeves Vengir Duskhallow Verloren Yuan Ti Zorak Dreadmast