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Journal of Etona - Entry Thirteen Coldeven 13th day We journeyed down carefully, aiming for our old hideout. More of the snownadoes, more traps circumvented, sparks in the air. What a marvelous land that was. Just . . . very cold. Also, my eyes hurt while I was up there. At our “pad” - our...

Journal of Etona - Entry Eleven Before we left for high places, Allustan filled us in on much information. There is an old, secretive cult called Kyuss who idolizes the worms. The Eye of Vecna cult was in the Dourstone mine researching the old Kyuss cult during their gatherings in an ancient...

Journal of Etona - Entry Nine I supposed it was time to remove three more thick-headed warriors from the world. It will be good riddance, but honestly why is it always Battle to the Death? This is Rey’s trial, so I will once again fight as bidden, perhaps die today as tacitly bidden, here in...

Journal of Etona - Entry Eight Verdre and I traded stories as well as arrows – straightening shafts, smoothing feathers, sharpening points as we sat on the edge of my assigned box, a human bed. Her hand froze and she looked up suddenly, cocked an ear toward the door, eyes narrowed. A second...

Journal of Etona - Entry Seven As we left this place of such transformation – for this staggered family and for me – I realized I had to return. I want to return here, spend a gelen s’he, one full cycle of Her countenance – what humans would loosely call a month – understanding why this...

Journal of Etona - Entry Six They do not know. They do not know. It is why I will not kill them. There are other, better reasons, of course, and I am just grumpy right now, but to render an elf unconscious is simple cruelty. Part of their message, perhaps. This is another test. I am so angry...

I will not dwell on the architecture we found – this, the living quarters of the vain architect, Nadrok – nor on the peculiar black egg atop its odd demon-metal pedestal. For Layla was here, or rather, her body was. She was suspended above a huge coma-inducing bed made for a being who required...

The Journal of Etona - Entry Four We made our way to deep within the Whispering Cairn. Alastor had honored his word and the iron door stood ajar waiting for us. Beyond was a remarkable sight. A great circular chamber a hundred feet rose above and bottomless below save for a wide ring around...

Journal of Etona - Entry III The little girl was Phreet. A vision then. I opened myself to it but it was not enlightening. Her skin putrefied, bubbled up, a green worm wriggled free, but she was serene as a cat full of cream on a sunlit stone. Phreet reached for me and I screamed my way out...

By the way . . . One of our players has never played D&D before. She is running Rey, and she is SUCH A NATURAL. Hopefully she will write one of these as well.

Chapter 5 ("The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision." -Helen Keller) My steps fall somberly on the trail as the weight of the oath we have taken sinks in. Without warning, darkness. In the emptiness of this void, I see a girl. Stepping closer, I now see that it is...

Mixing our writers We have three writers, BTW, contributing to this thread. I am running the Journal of Etona, and the Chapters come from Solid Snake. Our third member - I'll just call him Ender - has signed on with the following entry jointly written between the two of us. I hope you're...

Journal of Etona: Entry II The Swarm There is one common thread binding all the peoples of the world together: bugs. It is not the only thread, but it is a stronger one than people suppose. As a child, I was taught to accept them, watch and learn from them. I saw how their presence was...

The Journal of Etona: Her History The Journal of Etona: History My mother perished in birthing me, as many had expected. She had been ill for several arcs, and the only surprising thing about her death was that I was born whole, if tiny: a small baby destined to be a weak child. These are...