A collaborative blog for campaign tracking
9thAuril. Dranseri. I found a local boatman who was willing to guide Mr. Styx’s boat back to the Glade—Tilia, who accompanied me, whispered to me that his fee (25 gold) was exorbitant, but if that ensures that the boat is safely returned to my former master, it is coin well spent. Though I am no …
Continue reading “Ferryman’s Log, Selected Excerpts (Auril 1222 PC)”
As I approached the Queen’s Road gate, I felt a pickpocket brush by. With nothing in my pocket to lose, I let it pass without chase or cry and would have thought no more of it, but the image of Tymora that I stole from Songsteel and wear on a cord around my neck began …
My dreams are red, red as blood and vast as the western ocean. Dagon’s Reach prods me to wake before I see more. It is too early, but sleep will not return. And it is better to start early. Sh’Lang is two full days north of the city on foot by the Queen’s Road, in …
Approaching Dranseri, the statue of Bahamut, cursed pretender, towers above the roofs. The platinum dragon is surrounded by scaffolding, which I hope means Tiamat has landed an injurious blow. My companions gasped and admired the sights – the Raven Queen’s obelisk, the Cobalt Reserves’ sapphire-domed library, the Two Moon sculpture of the elven gods. They …
I was recuperating from the obsidian assassin’s attack in the boat’s bow, talking with Val about the great markets of Dranseri as Teal guided us gently down the river, when Jerry lurched unsteadily toward us with a question. “Agenar,” he asked loudly, “are you the one called Dragon Master of Sriss?” I scowled. I have …
Darian shook me awake. “Why,” he asked, setting a tankard of breakfast before me, “would you fall asleep by the fire with that amazing creature waiting in your bed?” He waved toward the door, where Val, particularly fetching without her studded leather armor, was just leaving. “Unless,” he cast a quick glance at the bar, …
This morning, Wynlynn told us that Travis tried to escape during the night, and somehow Pantaghion wanted to help. When she repeated what the woodman said, I recognized a command spell – and since this is only effective if spoken, we have gagged him using the rags that had wrapped my feet. I really must …
Our respite did not last. Travis, in spite of his injuries, wished to return below. Val, with help from Wynlynn, carried him out of Thalnoth’s tomb into the soft light of a brisk autumn morning. It seems we were underground for some days, though our time in the hidden temples passed without even hunger. Travis, …
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 …
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 …
UNOMAHA D&D