Skrie and Theren inspected the items the party recovered from the tower while Malusk and Garrick slept. They sorted everything into two groups, items embedded with magic and mundane objects. Placing the everyday things in a sack, the pair turned their attention to identifying those imbued with magic. They smelled all the vials, even the … Continue reading Return to Nemeademore
Today marks the Winter Solstice. What does that mean, exactly? Historically, the day means a lot of things to many faiths, but what does it mean to you as a person? For me, it’s a time for reflection but also a time to look ahead at the new year. For the past two solstices, we … Continue reading Reflecting on 2022
Observing the nearly empty village from their hilltop viewpoint, the group timed the movements of the few guards they saw, planning their approach to the large tower. As they watched, the mist-shrouded form exited the building, trailed by a guard. They headed toward the ruins. Several dozen heartbeats later, the High Priest and his guard … Continue reading Recovering the Relics
The party headed back toward the village, approaching from the west. Sitting atop a hill overlooking the town, they saw very little activity at first. Three men were dragged into the courtyard under guard a quarter candle later. They watched as the guards backed away when a priest in black and red robes appeared. “Wonder … Continue reading Investigating the Cultists
In the grey light of the predawn hours, the party woke the villagers. “We need to move before the next watch arrives,” said Skrie from Malusk’s shoulder. “I can appeal to Tymora to help cover our trail but we need to know which direction we should go before we go stumbling in the dark.” The … Continue reading Relocation
A furlong from the road, Skrie found a spot they could plan the rescue. “Their fire is here," the cleric drew a rough map in the dirt. "The prisoners are tied to trees, here, here" she marked two 'X's on either side of the camp. "The best part is," she continued, "I can free the … Continue reading Saving the Prisoners
The following morning began early as the group rose with the dawn. Packing their meager belongings, the party trudged down the stairs for a morning bite before heading toward Geordo’s camp. Less than a candlemark after waking, Malusk and Theren found themselves hiking alongside the wagon. Skrie sat on Malusk’s shoulders. The party traveled in … Continue reading The Road to Nemeademore
Jabe grabbed Karl out of the crater that was left by Skrie’s spell and took off into the woods, carrying his son from the scene. “I certainly appreciate your interference in the men’s assault on us,” the old man began. “What,” Skrie whipped around to face their erstwhile employer, “in the name of all the … Continue reading Half-Truths and Job Offers
Securing the ring in the pewter box, the companions sat down to discuss what to do next. “I wish there was a college of magic here,” said Theren. “There’s a temple,” suggested Skrie. “Maybe one of the priestesses there can help us.” “I guess it’s better than nothing,” replied the elf, “let’s take it there.” … Continue reading The Damned Priestess
“I wish ye wouldn’t do that,” said Malusk when Skrie sat at the table with the fighter and the mage at the First Place Inn. “Aww, did you miss me, Big Guy?” asked the halfling, grinning at her half-orc friend, reaching for a piece of bacon from the thresher in front of him. “Ye know … Continue reading Afterthoughts
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