Campaign Chronicles

14 Hiddumont 348 AC (1351 DR) Cedron replies to Shadow’s comment. “I’m not too worried about the competition. Don’t forget I have a god on my side.” He replies with a playful wink. Cedron introduces himself to Paulsimon. “That’s a lovely ballad minstrel. My name is Cedron. I’m a bit of a musician myself. It’s so rare that we encounter a fellow maker-of- music. Would you care to join us while we walk the same path? I’d love to compare…notes.” Paulsimon shakes his head, chuckling softly, "Nice pun, it really... struck a chord with me. Sadly, as I have mentioned, I am on my way to the Harvest Festival in Tarithnesti. Perhaps I can remember you to one who lives there?" The group speaks with the minstrel for a nearly an hour before he finally declares that he must be moving on if he is going to make it to his destination in time. “That bard was an interesting fellow; although you would think a traveling bard would have been more insightful in regard to the goings on in these l...

14 Hiddumont 348 AC (1351 DR) Kysek moves ahead; silently as ever heard. He sends Bubo ahead of himself to scout ever more silently. The gold elf and his familiar checking in regularly with one another other as the elf passes any and all info to the party behind him with predetermined hand signals to stay unnoticed. The same manicured walkways that led from Silvanost to Alinesti are present as the adventurers and Onforithalas' scouts make their way east toward the Bay of Balifor. The woods are neat and tidy, with artfully trimmed undergrowth, pruned branches, and smoothed walking paths. Every few miles, the trail opens into a clearing with flattened boulders that have been neatly arranged to provide a picnic-like setting for travelers. Songbirds are the norm with hardly any sign of predatory species being present. Nearly tame deer look up casually as the party passes by, not at all alarmed by their presence. Squirrels, chipmunks, and rabbits move to one side, allowing the party th...

13 Hiddumont 348 AC (1351 DR) Kysek sends Bubo out to hunt for himself as he knows the owl prefers the freshness of his own catches. He gets himself something to eat while checking in with his familiar frequently. He then settles in to check his gear to ensure he has what he needs ready and accessible. Knives stretches his legs then says "Ready to go when you are, may as well find out if these goblins have any good treasure. I mean, let us bring justice to these lands." Arthur takes his time to take stock of what he has and prepares for the task at hand. Upon seeing the fishing boats tied up at the river docks, Raven smiles and makes his way over to take a look at them, admiring the design of each craft, and noting their general upkeep. He breathes in the scent of the damp air, the wax used to treat the sails, the tar caulking the seams in the wood, the smell of fresh varnish. He closes his eyes and listens to the water flowing by. "Spend much time afloat, lad?...

Lorraine's House of Healing   10 Hiddumont 348 AC (1351 DR) Ra’ziir accepts the potion and tucks it into the folds of his robes “Very generous of you…” he offers before shifting then conversation back to Ladonna and the Order. “I am curious how the three Orders interact, and what, if anything specific motivates them. What can you tell me of the Order I’ve chosen and its leader that I did not learn at Wayreth?” The muscular, dark-haired elf replies, "Were I to come into conflict with a wizard from I rival Order out in the world, be we competing for some lost relic in a ruin or on opposite sides during a war, we would most likely try to kill each other. But on neutral ground, such as the Tower at Wayerth, I could find myself in a lively and perhaps productive debate. That same mage and I would likely at least be on good terms, if not friends. As for Ladonna, there are rumors that she and Par-Salian are on rather more intimate terms than their positions may otherwise suggest....

10 Hiddumont 348 AC (1351 DR) Cedron leans in to the party members closest to him and whispers “I have the feeling we should follow him. I am not sure who he is exactly but there is something suspicious about that guy.” He looks to the wizards for a response. Ornforithalas and Alara both frown at the sight of Feal-Thas. The black-haired elf looks at our escort and asks, "What is a dark elf doing here?" The guard captain shakes his head, "I know not. Last I heard, he was still banished to the Icewall." Raven looks at the elf as he walks away. "What do you mean by 'dark elf'?" He motions to Shadow. "They exist on our world but he looks nothing like them." Agnes gasps, "Oh! Not like that! 'Dark' elf does not indicate race. It means an elf who has committed a terrible crime or who turned from the Gods of Light." Raven, still watching, asks, "What did he do, then? Alara shakes her head, "He murdered his lover....

10 Hiddumont 348 AC (1351 DR) The sun is barely above the horizon when Shadow, Ra’ziir, and Romulus return from their Tests of High Sorcery. Ra'ziir is missing several patches of skin, revealing crystalline muscle beneath. While the Bladesinger and Eldritch Knight bears the most obvious physical change, there is a difference in the bearing of all three mages. The rest of the party brings them up to speed on what Ornforitalas has told them about the war, the goblins, and the other enemies that have been sighted in the Silvanesti woods. Cedron says to the group, “Goblins are rarely smart enough to coordinate anything more complicated than opportunistic raids. I’m sure they will lead us to something or someone much more nefarious. I’d like to know a bit more about this pact.” He pauses to select his words carefully, “So that we honor King Lorac’s word, of course.” Arthurs asks Lady Agnes, "Yes, what is this pact in which they speak of?" The elven girl takes a moment, obv...

7th Day of Hiddumont 348 AC Evening falls upon the Wayerth Forest and the Tower of High Sorcery. Of the close to one hundred Aspirants who came to take their Test, only a dozen or so successfully completed their Trial. The three party mages, all newly minted members of the Order of High Sorcery, reunite in the Grand Hall of the Towers of Wayerth. Shadow's and Romulus's red robes are draped casually across the back of their seats. Ra’ziir's black robes seem to drink in the wane light of the hall and although conversation is lively amongst the other fledgling wizards, it feels muted and distant as if the Masters of the Order have chosen to elect a semblance of silence to allow quiet reflection on the events of the past few days. Romulus toys with a small gray mouse that runs about on the table, moving his hands back and forth to keep it from escaping. His spotted leopard, Macula, sits beside the chair, eyes following the rodent as it scurries around. The halfling motions to...

The Yateveo, more commonly known as the Man- Eating Tree, is roughly the size of a willow tree, standing between 30' and 40' long. They attack using their long tendrils, either striking with branches or sending roots through the ground to strike at targets from below. These Man-Eating Trees migrate slowly throughout their domain, devouring small mammals, birds, lizards, and whatever humanoids wander within reach. Yateveo Tree CR: 8     Huge Plant      HD: 12d8+60 plus 6 (115 hp) Init: -4     Spd: 5'     AC: 24 (-4 Dex, -2 size, +20 Natural), t: 4, ff: 24 Attacks: (BAB +8; Grap +30) ; +16 8 Tendrils: 1d8+10 (19-20/×2) plus Improved Grab (15' reach) SA: Constrict, Improved Grab SQ: Plant Traits, Tremorsense 60' Align: N     Saves: Fort +13, Ref +4, Will +8 Str: 30, Dex: 2, Con: 20, Int: 2, Wis: 10, Cha: 6 Skills: Hide +5*, Move Silently +6 Feats: Improved Critica...

     Cat Síth is a fairy in the form of a cat that is the size of a large dog. It is all black except for a patch of white in the center of its chest. It is said that it can steal the souls of the recently departed and has a fondness for music and riddles.      While it typically goes on all fours, if one is careful and quiet, they may be able to catch it standing on its hind legs, dancing and singing to itself. While malicious, it is rarely actively malevolent and a home that makes the proper signs of respect may find that its fields are blessed by the fey creature. Cat Síth CR: 4     Medium Fey     HD: 6d6+12 (33 Hp) Init: +4     Spd: 40', Climb 20' AC: 16 (+4 Dex, +2 Natural), t: 14, ff: 12 Attacks: (BAB +3; Grap +6) ; +7 2 Claws: 1d3+1 plus Improved Grab and +5 Bite: 1d6+3 SA: Improved Grab, Pounce, Soul-Stealer, Rake (1d3+1) SQ: DR5/Cold Iron, Evasion, Low-Light Vision, S...

09 Hiddumont 348 AC (1351 DR) The ever brave and heroic Grotto is stymied by the beautiful elf's offered hand! Grotto knows no fear. He has in his life both sought death and cheated it! He looks to the sky and stands straight and tall. "Give me courage Hanseath!" He says to himself. His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy He lifts his hand towards Alara arm. "There are many stories such a fair elf should not be told" Grotto says slyly as he looks away. With that he walks with her to the others. Telling her stories of the worlds he has seen. Grotto forgets about the goblins the entire walk. Kysek listens to what Ornforitalas has to offer the party for information. He turns to the party in attendance, “Well; shall we go hunting? Perhaps we may succeed where others have failed?” Grotto, Knives, and Alara finally reach the clearing and hear the end of Ornforithalas' "briefing". The dwarf brightens instantly, ad Kysek’s recommendation falls...

The moon Lunitari’s gleaming light shines upon an endless labyrinth of high, smooth marble walls. Shadow finds himself in a darkened dungeon. Water rises up to his knees. The mineral scents of salt and blood hang heavily in the air. He looks around, his darkvision taking in his surroundings. This dungeon is familiar to him. He is transported back to his first adventure on the surface. He had been hired to slay or drive off a black dragon that had taken up residence in the Marsh of Chelimber along with the knight Trevelyan Miltiades and the priest Tarlyn Swiftstep. The trio had been successful as the dragon itself was fairly young but when they entered its lair and made their way into the partially flooded passages beneath, they confronted the wyrm's master. The wizars who had commanded the dragon escaped, leading to months of battling summoned monsters on an almost daily basis. Cruel, familiar laughter echoes through the tunnel. When he turns, Shadow sees a figure rise up from out...