by Merelda meznen (Vera d.) 21-23 SS
I left Sanctus 7 days ago and arrived at Black River Island earlier today.
I met a couple of half-elves like me, except they were half human where I'm half-orc and half-elf. Kohaku Ruim is a young druid, and Liam Buckham, is a few years older. He was poring over scrolls in the tavern when we heard a shriek from the streets. The wife of a fisherman was shouting she was under attack!
We ran outside to see what we could do. I saw a creature I had never seen before - scaly man with fins. He seemed to be a fish with legs! Soon a total of five of these fish-men infiltrated the village. Dougal the March Warden ushered the islandfolk to safety while my new friends and I dealt with the attackers. Ultimately, we prevailed although two escaped our deadly blows.
Dougal was extremely grateful for our courage and selflessness. We pressed him as to where these creatures could have come from but he didn't really have a good idea. Looking out from the lighthouse upon the swamp and larger island, I asked whether anyone had gone up the coast. He replied, "Sometimes fishermen go up the west coast and never come back."
It was then that Liam, Kohaku, and I decided to explore the west coast versus the inland bayou.
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.
by Heykitd Getoff Melayn (Sarah Cronin) 21-25 SS
TLDR; Meeting Pollen and finding the bifurcated tree and fairy ring
Several days at sea, my stomach has been empty for days but still I retch. Last thing I can remember was telling tales from the great sage of Moosic mountain. I continue to search for that despicable brother in law of mine the so called “Great fighter Cesare Borgia”, that worthless son of a pope! When I find him I'll drag him back to the highlands. That SOB, walked out on my poor,sister leaving her with 3 little ones to take care of and his little bastard ripe in her belly. I have no idea what my sister sees in that devil.
Anyway what were we talking about? Oh yes that tavern in Scantus and the rumors that a Tiefling fighter passed through on his way to black river island. Here I am rocking in the dank festering hulk of a ship. The only comfort on this trip is a large orange tiger stripe cat. I've named her Musettte. My misfortune, being unable to eat the grewl served on this tub, has turned into Musette’s bounty.
At last we make “landfall” on black river island, “muckfall" would be a more appropriate description for this strange place. At least I can stand without falling or vomiting. As I plant my feet I instantly feel much better. The fresh sea air and a firm footing relegate the last few days to be nothing more than a soon to be forgotten bad memory. I need a pint “come on Musette” we might as see what the tavern holds.
I enter the tavern and knock back a few crowd gathers as I tell of an epic sea journey laced with just enough local details to make it sound plausible. Cheers go up as I strum my lute telling a tale of monsters, banshees and mountainous waves. In the corner a little gnome picks up a flute and adds a shrill pitch making the story all the more death defying. I nod approval at this little one, secretly impressed at his improvised playing. After the telling and a few free pints from the patrons I wander over to the corner to meet the gnome.
I ask him his name and what brings him to this place. He replies Damp Noodle or was it Lamb doodles? Hell for all I care it could be Bamboozled. It is good to be in the company of a fellow Bard and Gnomes are such fine creatures. I never met a bad gnome and doubt they even exist. Just a look a the big smile on this little guy it will brighten your day.
by kiera (Becca w.)
It was a chilly night in New Cadeni. Kiera stood in the pub with a mug of ale amid a group of listeners. *Hic*
“There were five of them and four of us! I wasn’t even scared. *Hic* I’ve been through worse in Sanctus—the streets are rough. I don’t—I do--*Hic* You should’ve seen us. Everyone was asleep but me, standing watch like a hawk. ‘Course, they snuck up on us, but that’s beside the fact. We had just gotten done with this creepy place in a hole in a ground getting Elish’s sister and party out from the tomb… God rest their souls….”
Kiera takes another hearty swig of Ale. Everyone in the pub could see she was in the drink too deep. Too young, too small to be putting down as much as she was. Talking far too loud to people who were not nearly as interested as she thought.
Kiera leaned in close to the man nearest her, a small mouse poking its head from her leathers, an amulet hanging from her neck. He could feel her breath—smell her breath.
“BUT I wasn’t scared oh no! I got right in there and disarmed the trap by the door to the tomb. There wasn’t even anything in that hole. *Psh* I can’t believe they got take out so easily. Though there was an.. odd presence.. and there was sh*t everywhere. Ah whatever. I just want that mask.”
by ayten gilrin (vera d) 14-18 ss
TLDR; Astrid is dead; scouting Fort Providence, animal watering hole (sorrel!), bullywug encounter.
Day 1: 14 Spring Swell AE
I arrived in Black River Island this morning.
Eilis wasn’t here. She’s gone.
She’s gone back to Verloren.
Astrid is dead. She’s gone.
The pain is indescribable.
I look into the mirror and see her looking back at me.
She stands before me, but she’s not here nor there.
And I couldn’t save her.
I live only to endure the rest of my days as the breathing memorial of my other half.
Day 2: 15 Spring Swell AE
Encountered a curious set of vines blocking our path towards Fort Providence. They seemed sentient. We gave it wide berth to avoid an entanglement.
Cyclorana australis, giant frog, kept as pets by the bullywugs. Green and brown on the dorsal surface. Longitudinal skin folds with a second pair on the flanks. Tympanum is partially covered and distinct. Rear toes have light webbing and front toes are free from webbing.
The journal entries here are provided by the active player characters participating in the Detroit Marches.
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