All right stop Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Sorry! Sorry! Damn earworms… now, where were we?
Ah yes, the group continues to explore the dragon’s fortress. A formidable looking demonic fellow is arguing with another water-ish creature. But, they haven't seen Damien yet.
After a moment of listening to their argument, Damien approaches the demonic couple and offers his services as a marriage counselor.
The creatures stop arguing and turn toward the mortals. A fight shall ensue!
The Affriti attempts to slam the paladin but is unsuccessful.
The Maragini changes into a gaseous form.
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Lord Abadar, I think my mind is breaking. I have seen magic. I have seen power. I have seen men turn into dragons, I have seen trickster gods test mortal wits and loose, and I have seen power... true power. I stand beside living gods, and I am in awe. I am sorely unworthy, and I doubt my choices are my own anymore. I'm just another character in this story. I'm the luggage carrier.
We have rewound time itself. I watched my comrade proceed through our next encounter with precognition of the events to unfold. Another token taken for the cause. Next we sought the Night Peddler out in the endless desert. Only to encounter a traveling centaur merchant named... wait, did he really exist? Who meets a centaur in the middle of a desert? The poor chap shared his goods with a living tornado and acquired himself an unrequited admirer. He offered to help his find the Night Peddler if we do something about his problem. Not far behind, we found this talking windstorm who expressed an eage
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We left the Tick Tock Man on a quest to retrieve his grubs. A simple quest we thought until we ran into our rabbit friend who informed us that the “grubs” were wax storykin children. Damien was having a crisis of conscience over the fact that he would essentially be engaging in the slave trade. As he pondered this dilemma, we began our trek to the Theater. Days later we arrive and find the Theater in disrepair and overgrown with brambles. We enter, and in the foyer we see a floating violin in the corner next to a creature that can only be described as a half elf/half cricket. The violin was playing itself as the elf cricket argued with it. We find out that it is the musical director and that Balamir & Balio are the directors. The elf cricket then played a song for us that ended up charming us. Damien was able to resist the charm spell and was able to prevent the elf cricket from picking our pockets. Then Damien grabs the violin out of the air and smashes it on the ground. Cricket boy r
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My friends! Good news! The lost scrolls have been recovered! Though small pieces were missing the following text is a faithful accounting of the events contained herein...
Through the dense brambles, a gate can be seen. Overgrown with weeds, the gate opens outward with an inviting feeling. The garden beyond has grown wild, but it is still recognizable as a garden.
A path can be seen despite the overgrowth. The skydome overhead provides light which illuminates the garden.
The party of adventurers hears voices arguing. Under a large tree is a unicorn with a pear on it’s head, impaled through the horn. The unicorn is standing and in conversation with a creature, while he is playing what appears to be a game of keep away. The creature wants the pear and the unicorn does not want him to have it!
The small creature’s head doesn’t look real. Dar-wynn strides toward the pair to speak with them.