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.
The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient stone, suddenly shifted. A fresh, warm fragrance, like a summer meadow, wafted down the spiral staircases, pulling the adventurers onward. One moment, they were descending into the unknown depths beneath the city of stone; the next, the stairs opened into a breathtaking, impossible vista.Continue reading “Session 51: A Death in the Family”
The putrid tang of stagnant water and decaying matter hung heavy in the air, a fitting prelude to the horrors that lurked beneath the surface. Rafts, hastily cobbled together, offered scant protection as the adventurers navigated the submerged tunnels. Suddenly, the water churned, and a colossal tentacle, thick as a tree trunk, erupted from theContinue reading “Session 50: It Came from the Depths”
Deep within the labyrinthine tunnels of the Forbidden Lands, the clang of steel and the guttural roars of trolls faded, replaced by the ragged breaths of the weary adventurers. The dust of battle slowly settled, revealing the grim aftermath of their latest encounter.
Days before the events of the last session… The Raven Guard A tall, muscular human in dark armor breaks through the brush in the Dankwood and finds himself before the looming cliffs of Stonegarden. Driven by something he doesn’t quite understand, the warrior approaches the mountain path with grim determination. Torben, as he is known,Continue reading “Session 48: Braving the Depths of the Undermountain”
The biting wind of fall in the Ravenlands gnawed at the travellers as they began their ascent. The path to Stonegarden, stronghold of the Canide dwarves, was a treacherous ribbon clinging to an almost vertical mountainside. Parapets and cleverly disguised mobile masonry jutted from the rock, and the party felt the keen, appraising eyes ofContinue reading “Session 47: Entry into Stonegarden”
The sickly sweet taste clung to Lucia’s tongue, a forbidden pleasure laced with the metallic tang of corruption. The ancient tree’s sap pulsed with a dark energy as she drank, a secret indulgence that both thrilled and chilled her. With a furtive glance around the shadowed glade, she filled her wineskin, the viscous liquid sloshingContinue reading “Session 46: Back on the Trail”
Despite the unsettling vision of Sageblood in the night, Sturmburg and the party rest peacefully, albeit deeply, because of the incense, and awake with heavy drowsiness. Before leaving the tavern, Kristov notes that Sageblood looks unnervingly hale — even compared to the night before. Meanwhile, the air hung heavy with the scent of incense, andContinue reading “Session 41-45: Doom Comes to Knightcross”
The dust kicked up by their weary trek settled as the party approached Knightcross village. Sunlight glinted off the polished breastplates of the guards flanking the imposing wooden gates. Kristov, the wizened peddler at the head of the group, forced a smile, his weathered face etched with worry. “Welcome travelers,” boomed the guard captain, aContinue reading “Session 40: Knightcross Village”
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