by brynn (steve D.) 21 spring fell
See Jerimiah's Recap
GAIA DAMN IT! DAMN THESE PIRATES FOREVER!!!! They bring nothing but pain and chaos! They’re going to get everyone in Summerport killed! We were supposed to meet with representatives of the Fist at the safe house at midnight, but the morning before Thrugg thought it would be a good idea to summon some wolves with his damn accordion! And oh boy Gaia did he summon some wolves! When he started playing awful music, four winter wolves with bright blues eyes came charging at us!
Along with the old gang of Salazar, Thrugg, and Dwain, we had two new members in our party Gaia. The first was Jeramiah, a half-orc who appears to be quite skilled in magic, and Doross, a poor half-elf who was frozen to death by one of the white wolves in this encounter. Short of introducing himself I don’t believe I even heard him say a word. His frozen body has been placed in front of the entrance of the Thieves Tankard in honor of his memory. His death is on Thrugg’s hands Gaia, and I hope this traveler’s deceased soul finds peace with you.
This battle with the white wolves was the last thing we needed to be involved in right before the meeting. We shouldn’t even be fighting wolves as they, like all living things, are one with you. We should be fighting the undead! But I digress…
by Mindartis Siannodel (Michael d.) 7 Spring Fell
TL:DR: Mindartis and company encounter kenku with great disdain for humans.
I must find new living quarters soon. Quarion would laugh at me were he to see my current residence, but it is the only room available in this abominable place. The locals are diligently working to improve the town and furnish once abandoned structures after clearing them of the undead. After examining their woodworking “skills”, I do not have much hope something appropriate for myself will be livable anytime soon. At least I have my books to keep me company until then. I do miss decent food, though. I’d gladly pay a king’s ransom for a decent glass of miruvórë, but only got blank stares when I asked the innkeep. He was stupidly proud of a dish that he presented instead, apparently made out of snake meat. I didn’t touch it, unsure if he was trying to poison me or not.
Salazar the giant lizardfolk was again recruiting people to head out and clear more of the town. He wanted to secure a path so he cou;d contact a local tribe of birdpeople he called the “Kenku”. From their description, I had initially thought they were related to the aarakocra, but now I’m not so sure. He did mention that one of the routes to the enclave was blocked by a giant wall of reanimates, which caught my attention. It sounded like these kenku have some kind of control over the undead. If so, this could be monumental to my work! I wouldn’t have to rely on these half-baked adventures to continue my studies anymore. I volunteered to join the party and was joined by a half-orc bard and a dwarven barbarian who seemed to have a long history with Salazar. Both dimwitted, but congenial enough. Two half-elves, another bard who seemed intent on “making friends with everyone” and a druid. I kept my distance from the overly-friendly bard, but the druid made for a pleasant traveling companion. I find the druidic magic quite interesting. He cast a protective ward over me that granted my skin bark-like properties, though seemed to have the side effect of creating leaves in my hair. Not perfect, but it helped tremendously.
by Kohaku Ruim (Matt S.) 7 of Spring Fell
TL;DR: Kohaku travels from Black River Island to the frozen island of Summerport. He and fellow adventurers meet kenku and learn about werewolves. Kohaku is tormented by an inner thought. Salazar's Recap | Theobold's Recap | Mindartis's Recap
The borrowed staff clattered to the ground. Kohaku stood swaying, all his muscles and joints loose from shock. He felt weak, queasy, and colder than even the wind’s bitter chill could make him.
After all this time, he’d found a link. A solid lead. He’d found someone with the mark of the black hand on their shoulder. He must have missed it in the dark.
But why did it have to be him?
His mother, whose staff he’d lost--we’ve been over this! he thought furiously to himself—his mother, the one who’d taught him about the gods he now served. His mother, who had only wanted to help the sick and wounded. His mother, dead and buried, a black hand bruised into her shoulder.
He’d tracked all over Sanctus, he’d searched at the Black River (THERE IS MORE THERE THAN MEETS THE EYE, the voice of his gods thundered in his mind), and his quest had taken him here, to the frozen town of Summerport.
Why did it have to be him?
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.
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