Campaign Chronicles

15 Newkolt 349 AC THE COUNCIL HALL Shadow takes his leave as well and fills Kysek in on his as of yet unsuccessful attempt to locate these Dragonlances. He seems disappointed and unsure. He says he had hoped for a solid lead and instead got entangled in this mess. No offense to Grotto’s efforts. Much to learn about this conflict and the game afoot. He vows to be more cautious as war is here and we are all in the fray. AT LORRAINE'S Grotto goes to his makeshift room at the temporary hospital. He looks around for Lorraine and tries to take a general vibe of the feelings of his pupils. Lorraine, of course, is happy to see him and insists that he sit and have breakfast with her. She explains that Romulus had been earlier looking for him and that they had eaten together but she pours tea and offers buttered scones and some poached eggs. Once he settles in, other healers nod and smile. He can't make out everything they say but does hear, "I told you he hadn't done anythi...

12 Newkolt 349 AC Arthur allows his guides to take the lead, following Altan and Davaa down the dirt streets of the city. As the travelers ride, they pass a Green Dragonarmy patrol. The soldiers march with discipline, armor and boots polished, uniforms clean, their posture erect. Altan gives a short nod as he passes by the troops and one of soldiers, slightly older than the others, nods back, holding out a hand to signal a stop. When the trooper speaks, his tone is professional, "Hail, travelers. Destination?" "Just the Temür Steppe Lodge for now if they hsve rooms, sir, but we are bound for Khuri-Khan to visit my uncle," Davaa replies. The soldiers nods, "Very well, be on your way. There is a curfew tonight, nobody on the street after the Eighth Bell." "Understood. Thank you," the horseman says in turn. A few blocks later, Altan leads the group to the lodge, an inn near the city gate with an enclosed paddock for horses. Made of the same su...

15 Newkolt 349 AC THE COUNCIL HALL “Councilor Elar; I apologize to you for any wrongdoing you have received. Understand there will be no more of this mistreatment in the future toward any but the enemies we share.” Kysek pledges. He then turns to the King; “Your Majesty; thank you for your generosity toward my companion. In Mr. Grimmbeard’s admission of guilt; I heard mention of ‘Dragonlances’? Are these a weapon you currently have in your arsenal? Forgive my ignorance; I have been very busy at the Aerie as of late.” Kysek asks as the mention of such a weapon piqued his interest rather quickly. “May I pardon the King and Council to inquire about these fabled Dragonlances?  My companions and I wish to help banish these evil Dragons back to their homes.  These lances helped once, perhaps they could again?” Shadow bows before the King. Lorac sighs, "The Silvanesti were not present in the battle where these 'Dragonlances' were allegedly used. We do not even know if they act...

11 Newkolt 349 AC Arthur mounts his horse and rides along with Agnes, Davaa, and Altan, keeping an eye out through their travels. The windblown snow stings and reddens exposed skin. The few clouds that are visible at the beginning of the day swftly vanish, either carried off on the wind or simply evaporating as the sun rises higher, leaving behind a pale blue sky. Davaa is at the head of the line, leading the group toward the sea for the first hour or so before turning due north. Altan brings up the rear. Both of the Khurish warriors ride with confidence born from years of experience. A few hours into the journey, as the sun is just passing its zenith, a flash of movement is spotted just beyond a low rise of the rolling grassland. Figures, clad in heavy furs, move just behind the ridge. Davaa slows his horse, allowing the others to draw closer. "Might be trouble ahead." He looks at Agnes, "Can the...woman be counted upon to not panic if we are attacked?" A shaggy...

15 Newkolt 349 AC IN THE OLD CIVIC BUILDING Romulus heads downtown. It doesn't take him long to find the community center or the workers who are busy converting it for use by the party. The halfling archmage strolls in, his spotted leopard, Macula, by his side and starts looking for his friends. Finding none of them, he settles for any familiar face and soon finds Alara. The archivist looks up from her clipboard and smiles, "Thank the gods that you've returned. Was your trip to the Tower fruitful?" "It was. I am quite pleased with the results." He looks around the room, "Where is everyone?" Alara lets out an exasperated sigh, "Ra’ziir is at the Aerie training to be a griffon-rider, Kysek has been summoned to an emergency Council Meeting, Cedron and Raven are on the Plane of Faerie trying to rescue Cassidy, Councilor Summerwalker, and the others from some old enemy of Raven's? Shadow and Grotto are currently unaccounted for." Romul...

Again, not actually Shadowrun but heavily borrowing elements from the setting and adventure modules for my home campaign.  Raven stood in the shadows at the alley entrance. The collar of his green leather greatcoat was pulled up to ward off Seattle's seemingly ever-present rain. About halfway down the alley, the decker "Cipher Fluxblade" had plugged in to the loading dock's security pad and was running a series of complex algorithms to open the lock so the team could infiltrate the Cavilard Research Center and retrieve a file for their employer, "Ms. Johnson". The elven warrior's hand rested lightly on the hilt of Nightwatcher, the enchanted weapon's magic expanding his senses. His augmented awareness had enabled him to pick out the roving patrols of guards circling the grounds. He saw, but failed to register the threat imposed by the seemingly inert camera perched on the wall high above his head.... The Aether line of camera drones are technically o...