Campaign Chronicles

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha... Three enormous men, all towering over 6' tall and an 18" red-skinned demon walked into a Waffle House . An elderly waitress that looked like Muriel from "Courage the Cowardly Dog", wearing a black apron, pressed yellow shirt, and a name tag that read "Mirrie" walked up and flipped open her notepad. "Morning, boys." She glanced down at the red demon, "Well, if isn't Satan, himself." The demon looked up, "The name's Sam." "Sure it is, sugar. Do you need a booster seat?" The demon frowned and adjusted his cowboy hat. The three giants seated at the table knew that he wanted to say yes, but that he was too prideful to admit it. "No," he shook his head, "Just a coffee, some bacon, and hasbrowns - smothered, peppered, and covered." "Ok, hon. And I'll bring that booster seat right over. What do the rest of you want?" Dragula spea...

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI Beneath the sheltering canopy of the trees, Kysek floats along, just inches above the ground. The dragon circled, searching for the gold elf wizard that had charmed its rider while the conjured sword pursued it. Kysek, concealed by his ring of invisibility, kept to the shadows, moved as if he wasn't magically hidden. He knew better than to trust such a simple illusion to deceive a dragon's other senses. Realizing that Raven has somehow found him; Kysek keeps the conjured sword moving toward its target and strikes. He stays out of sight utilizing his ring, but pays attention to still stick to shadows and move silently. He wills the sword to continue its assault on the dragon whose rider he just dispatched. The blade flies straight and true, slashing the green behemoth across its chest before darting away. Meanwhile, Raven arrests his fall away from the other jade-hued wyrm and flies back up at its underbelly. Nightwatcher flashes....

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI Kysek watches Dusk as she runs off into the woods. He turns, peering through the branches, and pulls out a scroll. The parchment cracks as the elf unrolls it. He begins to read. The ink begins to glow and smoke as each word is spoken aloud. As the syllable leaves his lips, a sizzling hiss fills the air as a gleaming blade of pure energy made physical appears. Kysek points and the sword flies through the air, slashing at the wizard-bearing wyrm as if wielded by an invisible hand, slicing through the scales on the side of its snout. The green dragon jerks its head to one side as the blade hits, forcing wyrm and rider to split their attention as Raven flies past. The dragon's head whips around, emerald jaws snapping shut where he had been a heartbeat earlier. Raven twists aside, avoiding fangs the size of a dagger. The robed rider turns in the saddle, eyes widening as the warrior closes. Despite the danger, a smug smile spreads across the...

Granite was hired to lead Arthur and Agnes from Ak-Baral to Hangman's Harbor. He often speaks in Dwarven metaphors. He is the rightful clan lord of  Ginfardwgak, a dwarven holding beneath the region known as the Delving. He has turned down his title several times, preferring a life on the open road. Granite Shalecutter:  male Hill Dwarf (Hylar) Fighter 4/Noble 5/Merchant Prince 3 CR:  12     Medium Humanoid (Dwarf)      HD:  4d10+8 plus 5d8+10 plus 3d6+6 (81 hp) Init:  +1      Spd:  20'      AC: 23 ( Chain Shirt +3, Heavy Steel Shield +2, Beard Clasp of Protection +1, +1 Dex), t: 12, ff: 22 Attacks:   (BAB +9; Grap +10);   +12/+7  Warhammer +3: 1d8+4 (20/×3) or  +10 (additional +1 hit/damage within 30')  Heavy Crossbow +1: 1d10+1 (19-20/×2, 120') SA:  Arcane Spells (CL3, DC12 + spell level, 2/1) SQ:  Coordinate +1, Dwarf Traits, Inspire ...