Campaign Chronicles

03 Deepkolt 349 AC Davaa carefully lifts Harvek’s body across his shoulders with quiet reverence, despite his injuries. Arthur helps Altan to his feet. The archer winces immediately. "There is not a single part of this that I don’t hate." "When we return, I will use whatever magic is available to me to continue mending your wounds," Agnes tells him. Granite nods, "May the stone remain above you and guide your road upward." His eyes drift to Harvek. "When the rest of us return to the surface, I will speak with his family." Then the two wounded Khurs begin the slow journey back toward the surface, disappearing gradually into the distant glow of quarry lanterns behind them while carrying Harvek home. The group watches them go until the darkness swallows them completely. Phineas takes up his Don't-Stub-My-Toe-in-the-Dark-astor and points it down the tunnel. A perfectly circular shaft roughly forty feet wide descends straight down into bla...

02 Deepkolt 349 AC Arthur paces back and forth his nerves never settling down. He flips the silver dagger end over end in his hand as he waits. The storm outside howling on just like the storm with in him. "Come on...where are you..." He head out into the hall and listens. MEANWHILE... Granite leans forward in his seat, "Look, lad. I'm not going to lie to ya. I don't much care for bargaining this morning. I, and me friends, be looking to leave this place. I, and me friends, be thinking that this storm ain't natural. And I, and me friends, also be thinking that you might know a way to get around it." Phineas, who has been fiddling with his Shock 'n' Awe-atron, returns a screwdriver to one of his many pockets and rises to his feet. He turns a dial and the machine begins to emit a high-pitched whine. Steam leaks out of the seams. He doesn't point his powerful invention at Nicholas, more waving it in his general direction as the whine shifts i...

02 Deepkolt 349 AC Morning does not arrive so much as thr black of night fades into a silvery-gray haze. As soon as the group wakes, Granite explains what he learned. Arthur gives the word and the party makes ready to leave. Agnes opens the door. The hallway stands empty, just polished stone and sconces with purple flames lighting the way. Before they can make it more than a few steps, they hear footfalls approaching. Nicholas appears from around the bend in the corridor. "Ahhh... you are awake. I come bearing news." Arthur looks at Nicholas, "What is this news?" Nicholas gestures lightly down the corridor. “A storm has settled over the Sands of Time. It formed not long before dawn.” Davaa frowns, “There was no wind last night.” Nicholas nods, “Yes. That is… not uncommon here.” Granite grumbles. Nicholas continues, unbothered. “Travel would be… unwise. The sands are unstable. Visibility is poor.” The howl of wind echoes through the tower. "Granite, h...

01 Deepkolt 349 AC The Valley of Blue Sand fades behind the party as they ride north into the desert. Arthur rides Nightrend, Agnes, Davaa and Altan sit high atop their camels, and Phineas brings up the rear on his Across-the-Plains-inator. The stallion is wary of the gnome's bizarre device, refusing to go near the thing. The blue sand gives way to gold and white, with short patches of exposed rock scoured bare by the unrelenting desert winds. The dying vestiges of winter still cling to the land, sparing the travelers from the searing heat that will arrive just a few weeks hence. Grit still stings their exposed skin and forces them to squint to protect their eyes. Phineas pulls his goggles down and takes the lead, blazing a path for the others to follow. Close to noon, the desert begins to look and feel... wrong somehow. Sand, instead of forming into dunes, twists into geometric spirals and cones. Sand flows up these formations even without driving wind behind it. Granite grumbl...