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Interlude 2: Notes From the Grave There are no words, no phrases nor linguistic tricks that can take away the terror of death. Death lurks behind every smile, every menace, every corner, under blue skies and black, with or without provenance in deeds or thoughts or circumstance. Death is a...

Les Misgivings, denouement We awoke, and the plague-stricken ravens were nowhere to be seen. Fully recovered and prepared to follow the path Mother had laid out for us, we approached Misgivings with a new feeling- hope. Dropping into the exposed basement, we found something unnerving-...

Hey thanks Azkorra! It's my guilty pleasure to be playing the bard AND writing the Story Hour for this campaign. I play with a great group; I don't quote them verbatim, but try to capture their characters as the Players play them. Thanks for following! More to come!

Interlude “It is not from Vudra I have traveled, Sivoulette, but from the Kingdom of the Impossible, Jalmeray; my heart was never meant to study in the fabled monasteries there. We have an obsession with perfection,” Caramour said as he leaned into the fire, crackling it with his breath...

The Misgivings, pt 4 We came into what was once some sort of observatory, a battered telescope occupying much of the room. Two floor-to-ceiling paintings flanked one wall. One depicted a black-haired woman holding an iron staff, the other a handsome man wearing an ivory and jade crown. Though...

The Misgivings, pt 3 [Long time gone- Life is funny like that. Back to retell the adventures of the Heroes of Sandpoint!] “I hear her voice, too,” Shaiira said, as she wandered to a door on the second floor. It led to what must have once been a child’s room, but the horror within was nearly...

the Misgivings, pt 2 Greetings, Stranger, from a Stranger. Aye, there is little joy tonight; this chilling tale is too unbelievable to be real, but we have seen, heard, felt and lived it through our own real eyes, ears, and hearts. Terror is palatable, and Evil is real. What I can retell is...

Hands out for a friend Hey all! Soanso keeping the updates as best I can. For those of you following this Journal, first of all thanks. I also want to take a moment to bring to light a real tragedy that has impacted our little gaming group here at home. One of our players lost his home and all...

The Misgivings, pt 1 “I heard tales that she burned down the servants quarters in a fit of rage,” Shaiira said as we rode towards the coast. We rode single file and maintained a good trotting pace; the full moon lit the road for us. There was a small breeze in the autumn air. It was neither...

The Hambley Place We rode through the early evening, arriving at the Rusty Dragon after dinner. Ameiko was indisposed, so Bethanna greeted us, treating our tired bodies to a charcuterie board and day-old bread, sherry and a dry Korvosan red that paired well with the cured meats and oils that...

Tangled Threads “What was that?” I asked as we made our way to the sawmill. I was just behind Gomer and Belor, who were talking in hushed tones. At my back C, Shaiira, Mundin, Vohoi and Noria kept pace. The open road will wait, she always does. “Again please, Sheriff? If we are to help I’ll...

Whoa, I missed a small detail that jars the narrative. At the beginning of this last installment, a few sentences are missing. for clarity: [We crept through the room.] "We decided there was no new threat in the seaside cave nor anything significant to gain from the macabre scene aside from a...

Thanks for hanging on! A quick real-life intrusion on Soanso's Fireside Chat. Soanso here, playing Sivoulette (Siv) the bard, our narrator. Siv is completely competent in her abilities, but completely unsure about her life choices. She has seen her family killed at the hands of giants. She has...

Back in the saddle, again We retraced our steps to the tentamort’s lair, where horror met us; several desiccated corpses, including birds, Orrick, an unknown goblin and the strange hounds lay in macabre silence, as a strong ocean wind billowed the vine-and-nettle curtain sequestering the cave...

Almost there My eyes opened as divine light coursed through my body. C offered a hand, and helped me rise. I could tell from the faces of my companions I was lucky to stand again. We were upstairs in the keep’s left tower. Morning broke over the Nettlewood’s twisted canopy. Mundin spat on...

Facing Brethazmus and the old contracts We pressed on, taking the second set of descending stairs near the front entrance; we chose this set over the one near the goblin commode for obvious reasons. We moved through the hall, noting three doors to one side. Remembering the chilling skeletal...

Both goblin sentries were dead when I reached the top of the tower. We crouched low, keeping cover between ourselves and any sentries in the left tower. Playing cards were scattered across the floor; none of us was surprised to find the deck short. We saw the other tower, an open courtyard, and...

As Mundin lumbered across the rope bridge, Jae scouted the fortress. “Two towers, of course, and a main gate with no guards. I see a circuit of heeled grass around the fort that suggests regular patrols. No windows, no lights from the arrow slits. I see some activity atop each tower, but it...

A New Blade My thoughts traveled to Aldern, wondering where he might be; alas, he had left the previous morning, presumably to his family holdings near Magnimar. I must make a point to call upon him there; such a tree might bear fruit should our travels take us west. After a breakfast of boiled...

We rode straight to the Cathedral, where Father Zantus greeted us and restored our health. We told him of our tribulations, and he was kind enough to listen. We left his good grace for our beds at the Rusty Dragon. The newness of the adventuring life is wearing off, and we sat together and...