Letter in a Bottle: a Tribute to Wynlynn

13th of Sehanine Dearest Wynlynn, I don’t know when you will read this letter, but I’ve used druidcraft to enchant the bottle holding it. As I’ve drawn strength from the rivers of Arklan when far from the ocean, so may this sparkling stream carry my thoughts and affection to you in good time. You shall […]

Tilia's Field Notes: Agenar

We literally stumbled upon Agenar just as we began our recent adventures, seemingly just another drunk in a ditch. But the hooded man is more than he appears. Although painfully thin (and filthy) when he joined our party, and quite ragged still, he’s breathtakingly handsome for a human. So much so that I suspect he’s […]

Ferryman’s Log, Entry #3 (10th of Sehanine)

My hand is trembling so violently that I can barely write legibly as I wait for permission to visit Tilia, Val, and Wynlynn in the infirmary where more seriously injured combatants are treated. Though I sustained a few serious burns and was knocked about pretty badly, my own injuries were relatively minor compared to those […]

Ferryman’s Log, Entry #2 (10th of Sehanine)

We’ve been in Dranseri for barely twenty-four hours; yet it seems like we’ve already seen and done more than we would in two weeks back at the Glade! Sitting here in the courtyard of the Cobalt Reserves—as we wait for Travis to get us into this beautiful azure-topped library—I shall jot down some of our […]

Tilia’s Field Notes: Travis

Among our odd little party, Travis and I are the most obviously unlike the others in appearances. He is a particularly interesting creature, a mysteriously animated man made of wooden elements, none of which are still living but somehow together make a sentient person. He’s a machine of some sort, but obviously much more complex […]

Tilia’s Field Notes: Subterranean Adventures

After my most recent entry, we spent a night recovering before returning to what I shall call the “Rainbow Room” below the glowing elven caves. This time, Travis was able to talk his way into easily retrieving the colored liquids that had so fascinated Wynlynn, aside from one. There was an intense clash with a […]

Tilia’s Field Notes: Pantaghion

Of all our enigmatic comrades, Pantaghion the paladin may actually be the most mysterious. If we are to believe what he’s told us in bits and pieces over the last year or so, he’s the product of an illicit relationship between elven royalty and a human father. And everything about him matches the story, down […]

Tilia’s Field Notes: Minding the Mavericks

Why can’t my comrades understand that they put the entire group in danger when they act on their own self-centered whimsies? Haven’t they noticed that it takes most of us to rescue any one wayward adventurer who tumbles into trouble after cavorting about on their own? Or do they simply not care? It’s hard to […]

Tilia’s Field Notes: Beneath the Elven Ruins

Nearly immediately, without consulting anyone, and before we could discuss a strategy for exploring the space, Travis abruptly announced that he’d decided to retrieve some of the silvery liquid from the surface to pour into the mechanism. Val chased after him and I was grateful that Val took a turn accompanying him, for his safety […]

Tilia’s Field Notes: Into the Elven Ruins

We were cautious about entering the forest after the orc encounter in the mountain, and indeed, it was a strange place. Normal forest gave way to what seemed to be an ancient battleground, with rusting arms overtaken by new foliage. It was salve to my soul to see how the forest reclaimed its space after […]

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