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The morning light, though weak, brought a measure of peace to the weary travelers. The spectral giant, a chilling echo of forgotten wars, had been banished – for now. Its presence had left a lingering chill, not just in the air, but in the very bones of the land, a subtle tremor that occasionally rumbledContinue reading “Session 60: Ogre’s Thorn and the World Beyond”

The blood mist was behind them, but its stench lingered in their lungs like wet iron. A mere quarter-day’s march separated the weary party from the sanctuary of Ogre’s Thorn, but for Lucia, every step was a lesson in agony. The skirmish with the bloodlings had left its mark. Lucia moved with a heavy limp,Continue reading “Session 59: The Road to Ogre’s Thorn”

Continuing along the trail to the southeast after parting ways with the dwarven balloonist, the adventurers were faced with a choice: take to the water to speed up their travels or trudge overland back toward known lands? After much discussion, they decided to stay on land since they were only a day’s march from HeartsbaneContinue reading “Session 58: The Hills Have Eyes”

The Forbidden Lands breathed a sigh of relief. The colossal undead Rust Brother Teramalda was defeated. The heroes, with the aid of Veralda Bloodbeak, had achieved a renown likely to spread across the region. In the daylight hours following the battle, the monstrous, hulking husk of Teramalda’s body lay near the heroes’ campsite. Veralda, afterContinue reading “Session 57: A Balloon and a Baker”

The smoke had a taste. Bitter and mineral, like scorched iron and rot. Every breath felt borrowed as the four travelers picked their way through the ruined treeline, boots sinking into ash that still whispered with the memory of flame. The forest had not burned naturally. This was a place struck down—a battlefield turned mausoleum.

The stale air of Stonegarden, usually thick with the scent of ancient stone and dwarven toil, now crackled with an unfamiliar tension as the party made their way back into the upper marketplace.

With the winding path to Stonegarden behind them, the party returned to the mountain fortress.

The party awakens in a sprawling cavern beneath Stonegarden, a place of rumbling sounds and acrid smells.

A massive, circular stone grill dominates the chamber, with a fountain of glistening metal threads sprouting from its center. This is the lair of the dragon Scarne. The dwelvers, Rangmar and Arvia, explain that their people have been evacuated for safety and that the dragon, though intelligent, is contained for now.

The silence of the mushroom cavern was broken only by the mournful braying of Rudy the donkey. It nudged the still form of Kristov the peddler, a lifeless heap of cloth and bone, as if mourning a companion it had known far too well. Then, with a shimmer that seemed to ripple the very air, the donkey’s form wavered, elongated, and solidified into that of a gaunt half-elf.