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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 …
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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 …
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 …
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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 …
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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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We spent some time repairing the defiled temple, cleaning the ziggurat and mending what had been broken before departing from the Necromancer’s Lair. One of the others found a strange inscription in dwarvish on the ziggurat, “Wherever there are elves, there are lies.” The elven-blooded among our party seemed irritated at this, but the entire …
Tilia: [frustrated with Wynlynn at her rash behavior] What the hell is wrong with you? Wynlynn: Off the top of my head, I’d say a lack of paternal affection, unrequited love, and a weakness for strange mythical voices in underground crypts. Wynlynn: Just off the top of my head. #definitely plagiarized from Tumblr#madTilia#CinnamonRollWynlynn
I packed this book of empty pages when I set out adventuring with the intention of keeping records of new plants and animals that I encountered. And so I shall, but it seems there are more things of interest to observe – such as my companions and our travails, even my own thoughts – than …
Our ranger companion Wynlynn remains a little mysterious to me. She has flowing white hair, tied back in ornate braids that show off her fine facial features, basically the sort of ethereal beauty that one expects of a high elf. Her deep green eyes have a liquid quality that reminds me of a vernal pool …
Returning to the Necromancer’s Lair was in order, as we had unfinished business, so we took the same route back through the forest. Observations in the forest: Wynlynn and I briefly spotted an animal traveling the mountainside above us, clearly a member of the Felidae. While there’s no matching entry in my field guide, I’ve …
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