3/10/2018 0 Comments Meet Vengir Duskhallowby Vengir (Jim W)“Gather close and listen to my harrowing tale of adventure and the heroic deeds of yours truly, Vengir Duskhallow, Master Archer!”
“I decided to leave Black River Island. The kobolds there are too feeble for one such as myself. I needed a tougher game. Rumors of Far Reach drew my attention and I set out for new adventures. The journey was a mere ten days and I made friends with a half orc that was looking for adventure as well. His name was Baluff.” “Baluff was green, and I don’t mean his skin, no. I’m referring to his skill as an adventurer. He had not yet set foot on a real quest, but I decided to keep an eye on the big fella. He’d need a skilled companion if he was to survive.” “We found ourselves in the local watering hole where we met a gnome with a strange way of speaking. He seems to think everyone is his brother; even the females. I thought, perhaps, he was blind, or simple, but neither were the case. He simply likes to refer to everyone as his ‘bro.’” “The bro-centric gnome went by the name Basil. He was under a form of house-arrest, but a member of some group called the Epoch, a giant woman named Kela, vouched for the strange gnome and we overheard them talking about an adventure to help a local alchemist locate some missing items. We volunteered naturally.”
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by Michael D.It’s been two days since the party had returned from the goliath’s tomb. Some of them had been missing for four days and presumed dead. One of that party, Kathra Holderhek, sits before you. A half eaten meal in front of her, seemingly forgotten, and an untouched beer at her elbow. She sits staring off into the distance. A moment passes and she notices you.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there. You want to know what happened? It was horrible. We had found Queen Fesnora’s golden apple and decided to set off to return it to Delabotta. The dryad had promised to leave and remove the blight that plagued this land were we to return the apple to her. It seemed so simple. Oh, how stupid we were. I remember that day, though it seems so long ago. It was the beginning of the celebration of Dragon Heart. All the children were dancing around Dilondorg, I had never actually seen him smile before that. We were all pretty happy. I had gotten pretty drunk the night before and cast a spell to light Madash’s head on fire. That gave him a big grin. That smile wouldn’t last long. None of our cheer did… Where was I? Oh yes, the dryad. Lying tree lady. We gave her that accursed apple and what does she do? Plants it into the ground and tells us we need to cleanse the tomb or she wouldn’t leave. That was not part of the deal! We should have known better. We gave her a copy of Queen Fesnora’s letter and what does she do with it? Tosses it in the air and has one of her foul trees cast a fireball at it! Burnt it right to a crisp. Didn’t even read it! How are we supposed to bargain with someone like that? I thought that being one with nature, she would be filled with Chauntea’s grace, but none of us were that day. Lacking any option, we inserted the ornate dagger into the tomb’s lid, and down we descended. 3/3/2018 0 Comments The Challenge of the chiefsby Shaena Tosscobble (Lisa S.)Play Dates: 3/3/2018 Present: Shaena Tosscobble (Lisa), Glin Ybendawien Droat (Kep), Merelda (Vera), Salazar (Paul), Rhogar (Mike) In-Game Date: 3/3 – 15/2018 TL;DR: We travelled to the Great Scale village and restored relations, staying with them until Salazar could participate in the Challenge of the Chiefs as the Kunyata Kar. A charred and blackened lizardfolk strode into the Fort Providence tavern, catching my attention with his towering height and strangely sophisticated garb. He introduced himself as Salazar, fresh off the road from Summerport by way of Griffin’s Roost. A talkative lizard, Salazar was happy to share his story over an ale. Stolen from his clan by slavers, set free by a pirate, and eventually cast into an obelisk for 700 years, his was quite the tale. As we talked, we were joined by Merelda, Glin, and Rhogar. Salazar told us that Theobald Peacekeeper, the Herald’s traitor, had told him of the plight of the lizardfolk in the Black River delta. We explained our experience with the lizardfolk, from their work for the hags to the death of Chief Atuji. Salazar told us of the wintry tundra of Summerport, asking Merelda to rent a locker to store his heavy marathon pelt. After deliberating our options, we decided to take news of Atuji’s death to the Greatscale clan, hoping to take advantage of their honorable nature. We set out, north through the wetlands on a pleasantly humid day, passing the remnants of a recently slaughtered boar. We were surprised at how nice the trip was, without any blights or curses to muddy the path. We arrived at the Greatscale village just before evening, approaching the tower by a well-established path through a tunnel of trees. As we approached the line of lizardfolk defenders, I cast Tongues and hopped up on Salazar’s tale, playing The Fall of a Noble Warrior, the dirge I had written in honor of Chief Atuji. As we approached, one of the lizardfolk called out to Salazar, asking him if he knew the words “Kunyata Kar”. My spell caused the words to ring in my head as “The Old Ones”. He did not, but he offered the Great Scale a blade as a token of good will. One of the guards ran to the village proper to ask about our admission. While we waited, the lizardfolk treated us to food and I sang them the song in full. Upon hearing of their chief’s death, the great scale guard said they would beseech Semuanya and hold a tournament to determine the divinely appointed successor to Chief Atuji. When we asked, they told us they had been able to recover their stolen eggs from the Midden Heap’s lair after she had fallen. After an hour, the runner returned, and we were asked to follow them to the Tribal Lands to speak with the venerable Shaman, Veka. As we passed between the hide-covered tents, lizardfolk young and old looked to Salazar, repeating the phrase “Kunyata Kar.” We followed the runners into the long great hall, were we were introduced to Veka, the village shaman. All around us were the Great Scale spoils of combat, including half a dozen shields bearing the symbols of Black River Island. Veka welcomed us and asked me to tell of Atuji’s death. I sang The Fall of a Noble Warrior once again. She asked if we had brought his weapons and shield, that they could honor him properly. I told her that we had them preserved at Fort Providence, but that they could be returned to her and her people. by jerwin (Adam L F)Dear Dad,
I hope this finds you all well. I thought I would send you an account of my first “adventure”. I joined a group of newcomers to this area on a Ham Hunt. We met at the tavern here in Fort Providence and seeing how I was casually acquainted with Som and Varron already (Som is a barbarian who came through our home a few years ago and Varron is one of those young Firbolg we met last summer) I decided to join them with the Tiefling Syndar and a dirty, drunk Dwarf monk named Ham who had thought this little journey up. Needless to say that getting to the “Watering Hole” to kill a boar didn’t go that easily. Almost to the river due west of here we came to a split in the road when it all went quiet. As I knew from growing up in the wilds, this was never a good thing. Our drunken monk decided to sneak ahead to the right to see if he could find anything, Som and Varron decided to follow leaving me with the mysterious Paladin. Apparently the Paladin is impulsive and took off down the other path. I followed so that he wasn’t alone. Next thing I knew we spy three Bullywogs - frog people - watching the far bank when the impulsive Paladin spooks them making noise! The next thing I know he starts yelling and banging on his shield in some sort of idiotic challenge and sends them running at our companions across the narrow bog. A fight ensues of course and Ham almost dies. I healed him all the while thinking that Syndar is an idiot. After I did my duty I wandered over to where the frogs were hiding and discover a small dugout and a small sack slightly buried there. I open it up seeing nothing but darkness so I took it back to the group borrowed Varron’s shield and turned the bag upside down. Low and behold a huge pile of silver coins and seven severed heads fall out. I FOUND A BAG OF HOLDING! How cool is that? |
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