Campaign Chronicles

09 Newkolt 349 AC Arthur, Agnes, Granite, Phineas, Altan, and Davaa gather at the entry tunnel to the Deep Shale Hold. Dozens of dwarves had gathered to make their farewells and offer good luck when Talan came sauntering up the tunnel with Fargain, a pack slung over one shoulder. Granite looks at the Kagonesti. "What are you about, Talan?" He asks, confused by the elf's appearance. "While you guide Arthur and his lady to the Cape of Nordmaar, I will be plotting a course to the Lastgaard Moutains," came the smooth reply. The dwarf jabbed a finger at him. "You are not walking to Southern Ergoth by yourself." Talan seemed confused, "Why not? I walked all of the way here by myself." The elf continued as though explaining something obvious. "You said you would not commit to moving the clan on my word alone. So I shall gather more evidence." Granite looked upward as if asking the gods for patience. Then he lowered his gaze to the el...

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI Kysek stares at the dragon. Still concealed beneath the canopy, his concentration is total. His right hand closes into a fist. Above, the Bigby’s Crushing Hand closes on the dragon's neck. The wyrm thrashes, forces its claws beneath the fingers and bending them back. Kysek twists his wrist in response. The colossal hand twists with it, dragging the dragon sideways. The beast beats its wings furiously. It roars, enraged. Kysek doesn't react, guiding the fist with precision. Meanwhile, his left hand moves to an entirely different rhythm, like a conductor leading an orchestra. He fingers sweep through the air. His conjured sword answers. A flick of two fingers turns it into a diving strike. A raised palm pulls it away before the dragon's claws can intercept. The sword draws blood again, slicing across the dragon's back. Then another threat arrives. Raven streaks through the sky, following the trail of destruction and the drag...

EPISODE ONE: EAST OF OMAHA (THE BILLBOARD PEOPLE) A few minutes later, the convoy arrived at a rundown warehouse near the old rail yard. The building was covered with rusty corrugated steel panels. Boarded up, windows dotted the outside. Several panels hung slightly crooked, rattling in the wind. Knee-high weeds pushed through cracked pavement. Abandoned train cars sat on nearby sidings like monuments to a world that no longer existed. Decades of urban decay had settled over everything. The entire area smelled of diesel fuel and metal. A chain-link fence topped with razor wire surrounded the property. Two guards stood watch at the gate. One was a pale vampire in a faded security jacket carrying a pump-action shotgun slung over his shoulder. The other was a shaggy wolf-man whose badge identified him as "Ralph". While the vampire checked IDs, Ralph made his way around to each of the vehicles, sniffing for anything out-of-the-ordinary. Once satisfied, Ralph signaled the vam...

Dragula (CB Handle: Electric Warlock) Built from dozens of fallen soldiers and animated during the war, Dragula was intended to be the ultimate shock trooper. Instead, he developed a personality, opinions, and an inconvenient conscience. When the war ended and his creators tried to dismantle him, he escaped with his younger brother Mac. These days he earns an honest living behind the wheel of a Guild truck. Mac Diesel (CB Handle: Fluffy Bunny) Created in the final years of the war by Zekenstein Biotechnics. Mac was designed as a battlefield engineer capable of keeping military vehicles operating under impossible conditions. After the war ended, the corporation collapsed and abandoned its creations. Mac found a new purpose as a truck mechanic, keeping Guild rigs rolling through the Worstlands. Though powerful enough to rip an engine block in half with his bare hands, he prefers fixing things to breaking them. Samael (a.k..a Sam) (CB Handle: Screamin' Demon) Sam was once a member of ...

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI With his conjured blade concealed it the dragon's claw, the conjured sword attempts to return to its master. The wyrm relaxes its grip enough to feel the direction it is trying go and follows that pull. Below, Kysek pulls another scroll from his bag of tricks. As the elf quietly reads the scroll, the ink ignites, consuming the parchment. An enormous hand materializes, composed of pure force. Kysek concentrates, sending the massive construct skyward. The dragon's eyes widen in surprise as the hand bursts out of the foliage and flies toward its throat. The dragon releases the conjured sword and grabs the hand, holding it at bay as it continues to dive. Once freed, the flying sword immediately resumes its attack. The conjured blade circles, slashing at its former captor, glancing off of the thick jade scales covering the dragon's belly. At the same time, Raven loops back towards his foe's hind legs and delivers slashes with Ni...