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Gray Fox Journal: The Messenger For want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost. For want of a horse, the knight was lost. For want of a knight, the battle was lost. For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost. And all for the want of a horseshoe nail. This proverb...

Journal of Etona - 23 Jodan says there is a man, someone from Treig’s past evidently, waiting for him not far from the mouth of the Cairn. We go to see him, Treig fingering a dagger and looking grim. All I remember is an all-too-human smile of triumph and malice, for he was an illusionist who...

Journal of Etona - 22 There was a portal just inside a room laden with statues that were statues only if one spoke a magic word to them, otherwise they were swift engines of destruction. I sometimes have a little trouble with names, so I will not try to reproduce the word here in case I am...

Gray Fox Journal: Heart of Darkness It took some doing, but the group finally managed to reach consensus on what our immediate path forward should be. Everyone decided that exploration of the ancient city far to the south where Kyuss was believed to have amassed his power was the logical...

Gray Fox Journal: Heroes It appeared that the circlet conferred to me more than insight into my own past. It also made me fluent in the language of the Wind Dukes. Something which would be arguably very important for anyone undertaking their quest. That person was not me. I am not a hero. That...

Journal of Jordan Cranden II - Entry III "What do we do when we fall off of our horse, young prince?" In a dejected tone: "We get back on again." I was a child again reliving my early lessons with the battle master of the Knight Protectors. It was tradition for the battle master to...

Rey's Journal Icosial's Tomb I find myself frustrated by the group. Perhaps it is the environment we are in. Although I am adept in the caverns of the world, I much prefer be on the surface. With trees and sunlight and heck, on top of a snowy mountain. At some point, the caves feel like they...

Journal of Jordan Cranden II - Entry II Much has happened in the last few days. Where do I begin? Perhaps I should continue where I left off - back at Diamond Lake. _________________ My mount arrived shortly after the fightenend peasant departed. Was I seeing things? Was someone atop Ember...

Gray Fox Journal: The Rod of Seven Parts I dredged the bank of the river for a few moments before I found what I was looking for. I am sure to everyone else I must have appeared insane. Something that I have become accustomed to at this point. Then I found it, a smooth flat stone almost exactly...

Gray Fox Journal: The Spider and the Web Egan’s friends had shrunk in number since we made our initial introductions. I was joined by the elven duo: Etona and Rey. I would have said they were sisters given how close they seemed, but their physical appearance eliminated that as a possibility...

Gray Fox Journal: Whispering Cairn Using the cover of the forest made my approach to the Cairn a bit easier. I let my kobold prisoner take point and directed him from the shadows. Stealth was necessary as the Ithane’s minions had begun to amass near the entrance of the Cairn itself. Ithane had...

Rey's Journal ​Revelations My mind is spinning. There is so much to process. So much that makes sense and so much that does not. Where do I begin? As soon as Ithane went down, I left her to find my friends. A storm was brewing, I could see the darkness and clouds rolling off Seraph’s...

Gray Fox Journal: Diamond Lake It didn’t take us long to reach Diamond Lake, or more precisely, what was left of it. The dragon was almost surgical in its destruction, not the work of a mindless beast. Still, the real victims in these types of conflicts were always the same: the villagers. I...

Journal of Jordan Cranden II - Entry I How can I explain what it feels like to know that you might find answers. How can I communicate the passion, the rage, and at the same time, the hollowness and the trepidation. After centuries of searching, perhaps I have finally reached the point of...

Gray Fox Journal: Sojourn I could not remember the last time I traveled in such comfort. Sleeping on rocks and having no shelter from the elements had been my routine. This was something else. Velvet pillows covering two benches that could easily have sat four grown men on each side, freshly...