I can’t draw if my life depended on it…so I thought I’d upload a music sketch instead. Here is a short guitar improvisation inspired by Agenar’s character: https://www.dropbox.com/s/s2u947k7aeb2o9u/agenar.mp3?dl=0
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Agenar’s journal, page 237
After an interval of recovery and refreshment, we followed Travis into the orange room. Here Lilith, one of four ghosts, greeted him. They offered no objection to his collecting the orange liquid in their care; when Travis added this final element to the alter, the fluids coalesced into a multi-colored stone. Wynlynn then announced that …
Agenar’s journal, page 235
I woke from a sleep uninterrupted either by dreams or by standing watch to the sound of grating stone on stone and Travis announcing that he intended to see the chamber of horrors below. No entreaties would persuade him from discovering some news of his origin. I wandered into a chamber from which glowing sprites …
Agenar’s journal, page 233
As the sun rose I stretched for a moment, shaking leaves from my blanket, then retreated behind a tree to prepare for the day. Our trek to Selu’tar passed unnoticed as I considered what I had seen behind closed eyes: a rainbow, ending in a pot of molten silver around which danced an invisible voice. …
Agenar’s journal, page 231
After a short rest, we returned belowground to purify the desecrated shrine of Moradin. After helping dispose of the orc, I left the others scrubbing gore from the walls and went to commune with the now-toothless black dragon. While kneeling before the skull, I noticed the gleam of a necromancer’s black onyx in the eye …
Agenar’s journal, page 229
Tymora travels with us. Not only did she smile on our return to The Glade, letting us traverse the way in a single day’s marching, she also granted Tilia’s caregiver the wisdom to save not only the furbolg’s right arm, but her life. Without his ministrations, she would have, very soon, been reduced to dust. …
Agenar’s journal, page 227
And two days later, I found myself underground. The Stone Circle is, it seems, site of something more sinister. Beneath the alter-stone, which was covered in blood – presumably that of the injured man Tilia spoke to, the reason we came here – we found a staircase leading into a dwarfish complex. The first chamber …
Agenar’s journal, page 226
Tonight the group gathered at the Apple to make plans: tomorrow we travel west, to the great Stone Circle in the Wood. Afterward, Wynlynn dragged Val off to wherever they sleep, so I went to bed relatively early, and relatively sober, where slumber soon found me waiting. Tymora holds out a coin, face up, and …
Agenar’s journal, page 224
Woke next to Val today, on a lumpy straw mat in the room above Yeoman’s Apple. Seems the barkeep made the standard assumption that a man and woman who spend all day drinking together and fall asleep in each other’s arms require only a single pallet upon passing out. “Well, isn’t this embarrassing,” I kicked …
Agenar’s Journal, page 220
“What in the Dragon’s name is that?” “This will help.” Val, who just shook me awake, holds out her flask. I take it and drink deeply; the ale soothes my throat. Returning the flask, I ask again, “What is that?” I am slumped across an empty barrel that smells like the ale I just drank, …
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