Campaign Chronicles

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI Kysek continues his flight with Dusk. The elf continues to switch his sight from his own to Bubo’s. He focuses on trying to see everything he can through Bubo’s eyes when doing so. When he focuses on his own surroundings, he keeps a keen eye for ground forces that may have not reached the city yet. He is always reassuring Dusk, “Keep out of sight, girl! Fly silently! Keep a keen eye for enemies! If we find them along the way; it may be our way to help save the city. You’re doing great! Remember; we are the ghosts in the darkness!” As Kysek urges Dusk to fly as fast as she can toward Tarithnesti, he spots it: a narrow stretch of road cutting between two hedgerows shows faint signs of passage: crushed grass, fresh hoofprints, and the glint of metal catching brief sunlight through the canopy. Not a full formation… but scouts. Or outriders. Moving fast enough to avoid drawing attention, but not careful enough to erase their trail entirely. And ...

  Raven couldn't remember entering a rift. One moment, he was walking toward Tarithnesti. The next moment, he was here. A long corridor made of polished stone. Faint starlight provided scant illumination. The air smelled of rain that hadn't quite fallen yet. Ahead, a door hung in mid-air with no wall attached. The words, " EXIT (DO NOT USE FOR EXITING)" were carved into it. A voice behind him spoke. "You are not supposed to be conscious in this layer." Raven turned. No one was there. A small bureaucratic stamp appeared in mid-air and pressed against something unseen. The words "TEMPORARY EXISTENCE AUTHORIZED" appeared - floating in the air just like the door. A featureless, gray man-shaped figure dressed in some sort of guard uniform stepped out of the wall. He looked at Raven. Then at a clipboard. He sighed deeply. "Of course... a ranger." He wrote something on the paper being held by the clipboard. "We were hoping for lite...

02 Deepkolt 349 AC It takes about an hour for the storm to completely die. Arthur and the others are on their way within half that time. As sand settles back to the ground around the wizards' tower, the party makes its way north. Loose and shifting dunes gradually become hard-baked rock and dirt. The group makes good time. Arthur leads the way on Nightrend, with Agnes, Granite, Davaa, and Altan following on camelback. Phineas moves smoothly along, his Across-the-Plains-inator, chugging away with a constant whir that sounds like a fly trapped inside a tent flap. Nightrend hates it, moving away several steps to the side every time Phineas gets close to it, which amuses Agnes every time it happens. The camels don't care. Granite announces that their little caravan should reach the Cactus Forest by nightfall. Arthur chuckles and pets Nightrend's neck. "How's everyone holding up?" Arthur looks back, checking on the group. "I don't know about the rest ...

Episode 1 - not mentioned by name, had something to do with radioactive slime Episode 2 - Iron Snout - The Behemoth with the Tongue of Doom ; a kaiju film about an anteater told from the perspective of a termite mound Episode 3 - The Three Little Pigs Meet the Wolfman ; a monster-movie spin on a childhood story. Each of the Pigs is a variation on one of the Three Stooges with the Wolfman destroying their houses, one after another. Episode 4 - It Came from Beneath the Bleachers ; an ancient spirit possesses a high school football mascot costume and begins slaying the "popular kids" in increasingly comical and outlandish ways. Episode 5 - Laser Lobster vs. the Subterranean Horde , a cold war experiment is Maine's last defense against Mole-folk invading from the depths of the earth. Episode 6 - The Blood Fog of Black Harbor , a red mist drains blood from inhabitants of a small fishing town. The mist is made up of microscopic deep-sea parasites that have been disturbe...

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...