Campaign Chronicles

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI Kysek continues as planned. He concentrates upon his raptor familiar and tells Bubo to continue to relay what he sees; hoping to better formulate a plan prior to his arrival. He continues to guide Dusk through the treetops and under the canopy for concealment as his mind sifts through Bubo's information and runs down the spells he has remaining. His world narrows to two wildly different views. Below, he can feel the rise and fall of Dusk's wings, he can hear the whistling of the wind as the griffon skims the treetops. He smell the tang of pine tar from the forest and the new leather of his saddle and harness. He closes his eyes, trusting his steed to carry him where he needs to go and focuses on what Bubo can see. It's like looking through a tunnel. Everything close by is a hazy blur cast in shades of gray, black, and white. Farther out, the elf is able to pick out fine details - individual needles on pine trees, patterns of tr...

Like the other posts in what has become something of a series , this is not actually Shadowrun but relies on tropes from the setting for my home campaign.  - - - - - The music in the ballroom pulsed like a living thing—deep, synthetic techno-bass threaded through with something almost orchestral, as if the past were being politely strangled by the future. Light cascaded from the chandeliers, reflecting against chrome limbs, subdermal implants, and cybernetic eyes that glowed faintly. Raven stood at the edge of it all, a still point in a sea of motion. The tuxedo, delivered to his rented room just hours earlier, along with an invitation that implied an offer of employment, fit him as though it had been tailored by magic rather than machine. It concealed much, but not everything. The faint crystalline dusting across his pale skin caught the light just enough to suggest something… other. Something not entirely of this world . His swords—subtly worked into the ensemble, disguised b...

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI Knowing the only invisibility magic that he has left protects only himself; Kysek protects his steed. He keeps to the shadows of the treetops, concealing his outline as he approaches. Leaning in close to Dusk's neck, he murmurs to the griffon, directing her to weave between the trees and beneath the canopy. Staying low so as not to present a target to watching archers or wizards. Kysek sends Bubo ahead to scout the area and look for enemies prior to his arrival. The owl flies ahead on silent wings. The further the familiar moves toward Tarithnesti, the more signs he sees of possible enemies passing through the area. Rowboats abandoned on riverbanks, pulled up onto the shore and out of the water. A broken branch here, a scuffed patch of moss or partial footprint left in the snow. Something, or, more specifically, a lot of somethings moving through the forest toward the city. And it looks like Kysek isn't going to get there before the...

07 Deepkolt 349 AC AT THE OTHER FARMHOUSE Kysek floats above the trees, his eyes trained to the east, scanning the forest and the river. He calculates the distance back to Tarithnesti - just over an hour on griffonback. It would have to do. He sends a message to Romulus telling him of his intention; he says, “Enemies coming, heading to assist Ornforithalas; they’re going to need it based on my search.” "Understood," the halfling replies, "I'll have the troops form up and we will be there as fast as we can." Dusk arrives a minute later, her keen eyes picking out her master's form above the treetops. She swoops down and he swings into the saddle with practiced ease. The elf point her toward the city and gives her the lead as he threads and buckles the straps that will keep him in place during combat. The pair fly north and east, racing toward the elven city. The sun continues to rise, reminding Kysek that he has been up all night. The miles pass below, tre...

02 Deepkolt 349 AC Arthur paces back and forth his nerves never settling down. He flips the silver dagger end over end in his hand as he waits. The storm outside howling on just like the storm with in him. "Come on...where are you..." He head out into the hall and listens. MEANWHILE... Granite leans forward in his seat, "Look, lad. I'm not going to lie to ya. I don't much care for bargaining this morning. I, and me friends, be looking to leave this place. I, and me friends, be thinking that this storm ain't natural. And I, and me friends, also be thinking that you might know a way to get around it." Phineas, who has been fiddling with his Shock 'n' Awe-atron, returns a screwdriver to one of his many pockets and rises to his feet. He turns a dial and the machine begins to emit a high-pitched whine. Steam leaks out of the seams. He doesn't point his powerful invention at Nicholas, more waving it in his general direction as the whine shifts i...