SETTING: In a small, warmly lit village, Davian Dawntracker paces slowly through a circle of smiling villagers, introducing his story. Minstrels play festively in the background, and lots of people are eating pork.
DAVIAN: Gather 'round, young and old, rich and poor, drunk and stupid or hot and blonde! Prepare yourselves for the legend of how I, Davian Dawntracker, killed an Ogre!
CROWD: Gasps, then CHEERS!
DAVIAN: It all starts in the boathouse... of a GHOST!
DAVIAN: Well, it was really more of a mercantile ghost. The guy was trying to make an honest buck in a tough business. You got a lake with a zombie dragon in it, and you loan some idiot your boat... it's not sustainable at all. The ghost of a once-profitable business, if you ask me.
AS we camp in this back yard of this undead future bankruptcy, we were set upon by WILD BOARS!
They group heads to the lake through very dense forest and comes across dirt road. They hear a crack followed by a thump and then Yalandra falls into a 50ft hole and lands on a rotting table. There are six large barrels around the room and a large stone engraving of an impressive figure on the wall possibly a dwarf. Lead tiger jumps down into the hole with an impressive landing. The rest of the group climbs down via ropes to join them. Lead Tiger confirms that the stone carving is dwarven. Dar-Wynn attempts to put a tap in one of the kegs and it falls through. They discover that the kegs used to hold what smells like a combination of mead and beer. Lead tiger opens the door and moves down a hall to a large open room that appears to be a kitchen. They hear sobbing coming from just beyond the kitchen. As they approach the sound the sobbing stops and a voice asks them to go away. They proceed and see a small ogre with silver skin. Lead tiger asks if the ogre needs help. Gumbach t
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In light of recent events that include my own travel through an underwater tunnel, I’ve resumed our estranged pen pal relationship. I’m on the other side of the mountains.
I’m traveling with the strangest of companions- Dar-Wynn, a singing, flying, humanoid feline brewmaster (if you bought that the rest is probably going to sound reasonable), Konrad, a cleric that’s saved my life at least twice, Yalandra, a gnomish sorceress, and “Lead Tiger,” a professional recommender of violence.
We’ve signed onto the employ of the town of Covenant, which appears to be ruled entirely by a dragon. This isn’t usually up for debate, but this notorious monster has had its brains scrambled with that of an average pussy cat. Their militia now counts myself among their most competent, which, by itself, is a disaster, but coupled with the dragon-sized kitten roaming their property, clearly categorizes th
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The group settled in on the beach and Davin and Flan skinned 6 of the boars that they killed. They ate some of the boar for dinner and planned to smoke the rest to replenish their rations.
The next day they wake to find a cargo barge sitting off shore. There are 6 people watching them. They don't appear to have weapons so Davin greets them, but they don't respond. The group decides to head down the beach but they leave the fire burning.
Shortly down the beach, a tall elven male approached the group. He greets them and states that he is from the temple of Nathis, god of magic. He was headed to the Golden Valley on a service journey and was diverted by an ethereal light (the light coming from the keg). He asks the group about the keg that they are carrying and ask if they know what it is. When they can not affirm that they do, he explains that it is the dead, ground bodies of faeries, sprites and other magical creatures. It is elemental magic and pure chaos. He
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We found it! The hidden pathway to the lands beyond the mountains. There were some complications of course. One of them was Konraad dying. Those Bloodbanes are an awful fragile line considering their dwarven blood. It’s alright though as he ended up coming back from it.
We explored the caverns a bit and cleared out some of the local wildlife with little trouble. As we were about to head up a set of stairs we found carved into the rock we heard a loud bit of splashing and coughing from the way we came. Turns out one of the local thieves, Davian, had followed us looking to skim whatever treasures we found. Some of our merry band looked at him askance, but never underestimate how handy someone with light hands might be. He was here now anyway so he might as well come along. We’ll just shake him down
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Letter from Lead Tiger, to the Mountain Monastery;
I am elated to inform you that our party has made much progress ever since I joined with them on the secluded hamlet of Safka. Though I was doubtful at first that the tales of prowess we received at first from the wandering bards were naught but boastful fabrications to increase their coin purse, my companions have proven thus far that they indeed have the potential to be saviors of this world.
After being nearly led astray by a pack of wolves and a cadre of hunters from a nearby rogue city, famed for being full of thieves and cut throats, we focused on the journey ahead and finally arrived to our destination. A sizable city of the north, bigger than any I've seen in my travels. Perhaps not of the size that our ancient scriptures tell us of the time before the Demons, but certainly well on the way to recover what was our legacy.