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Clockwork City
Session 1 Recap:

Korvic two toes (half-elf swashbuckler)
Brock (human barbarian) and
Marc Mercel (human frost druid) are tasked to discover what is wrong in an orphanage outside of Arcadia City by a mysterious young woman.

They arrive and find that things are much worse than they imagined for the orphans and staff housed in the old Merrywine Monastery.

Headmistress Matilda Gorouk and her assistants are trying desperately to survive a situation that it getting more and more precarious by the day.

Our adventurers face possessed dolls, young women being driven absolutely insane, and a wing that is haunted by perhaps more than clockwork.

Where we leave off, Korvic has had to attack Brock, as he has lost his mind and gone berserk due to his cursed axe. After narrowly escaping death, Marc regards the whole situation with suspicion, and wants to leave the collapsing monastery immediately. Brock is bound and confused. Crying children are streaming out of the ruined building, because of the commotion, and one young gnome assistant (Uretreia) lies dead, while the other (Fanny) is unconscious and injured in the headmistress's own private room. Our heroes decide to rest for the remainder of the night, before regrouping on the morrow.
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Curse of Strahd
Chapter 21: The Towers of Ravenloft
The heroes continued up the spiral stairs that had brought them to the office of the king's accountant. The next landing led into a short hall with two alcoves flanking an ornate steel door. As Shokk approached the door he saw two dark man-shaped figures, one standing in either alcove. With a gleam of red eyes, both figures collapsed into a swarm of rats! The rats surged forward and down the stair, biting at everyone. Shokk and Volta swept the swarms with their two-handed weapons while they stomped and smashed themselves and dozens of rats into the walls. Kyne swung about with the sunsword, incinerating rats by the score, while Caxius, Cira, and Verity used magic to blast and burn the rats away.


With the vermin cleared out, they entered what appeared to be a dining room set for some sort of reception. A large, moldy, green-tinged wedding cake stood atop the table, listing precariously to one side. The small wooden image of a bride sat atop the cake, while the groom lay upon the floor, covered in dust. A harp stood in one corner, while a lute was on a table in the other corner. Verity investigated the lute, and found it remarkably clean and in tune - and enchanted! She played the harp, and a spectral figure materialized, that of a dwarfish man in the livery of jester. "I was Pidlwick the fool," the phantom said, "and my treasure lies in the tower above. I died falling down the stairs...." As the figure faded, Volta picked up the figure of the groom and put it back atop the cake.

That was a mistake. As the half-orc barbarian did so, the window to the battlements - where Shokk was standing - blew open in a cold draft of air. Verity and Volta both felt a chill close around their hearts. There was a presence there, an invisible presence! Verity cast a spell that rained fey flames down on the area, surrounding two invisible forms in flickering, spectral fire. One appeared to be a man, the other a woman, their phantasmal features contorted in fear and rage. With blows from enchanted blades and spells, the two spirits were dispelled.

Leaving through a door across from the one they had entered by, the heroes entered a bath chamber with an adjoining walk-in closet or dressing room. As Volta, Shokk, Caxius, and Verity went into the closet, Kyne and Cira went to investigate the tub...which was filled with blood. As Kyne approached, the liquid exploded upward and a figure shot up to the ceiling. It was a woman, nude, her pale skin and long, dark hair drenched with blood and her features distorted. Her hair reached down to lash at Kyne, wrap around him, and pull him to the ceiling where she raked at him with long nails and reached to kiss him, filling his mouth (but fortunately not his lungs) with blood. A hail of steel and spells greeted this foe, and she was brought low in moments. The horrid apparition and the blood vanished. The heroes grabbed a few capes from the closet to replace their own rain-soaked garb and went through a set of double doors on their right.

The room beyond was large, clean, opulently furnished...and occupied. A figure rose from a canopied bed along the far wall. It was a young woman with dark hair and wide, innocent eyes. "Who are you?" She asked, "Did Strahd send you?" The young woman, barely little more than girl, introduced herself as Gertruda. With a start, Cira realized this was the daughter of Mad Mary, who had wept so bitterly after her daughter back in the village of Barovia. The young lady was reluctant to trust the heroes and did not wish to leave. "Strahd has been very kind to me. He treats me like a woman, not a little girl. I won't go with you!" That changed when Caxius enchanted her with a simple spell. The heroes had decided - they must leave with her and now!

The innocent and unfortunate Gertruda.

They made their way back to a window and climbed out on to the parapet surrounding the upper floor of the castle. Making their way around to the side that faced the gates, they tied ropes together, secured them to a battlement, and prepared to climb down. Kyne was down first, with Shokk right behind. The burly half-orc paladin carried the girl. That is when things went horribly awry.

A cold wind flashed past Shokk, and Gertruda was lifted off his back and carried to the top of a corner tower, 40 feet up off the walkway. A dark figure stood there. Strahd! He sneered down at the heroes. "You cannot take what is mine!" He snarled, and with savage fury he tore the girl's throat out with his fangs and flung her body from the tower to the courtyard 120 feet below. He then hurled a fireball into the party, the explosion burning away Shokk's rope, and the paladin narrowly avoided a plunge 80 feet to the courtyard when he grabbed the nearest crenelation. The battle was joined, though the heroes were hard pressed. Caxius grabbed Volta, and the two vanished, reappearing next to Strahd. With a bit of magic, Shokk joined them. Verity enchanted Cira, allowing the cleric to fly closer, the Holy Symbol of Ravenkind burning with bright sunlight.

Strahd joined them in battle atop the towers of Castle Ravenloft. Things did not go well for the heroes...

But their spells and blades were not enough. Shokk was thrown from the tower, and only his supernatural vitality enabled him to survive. Volta was horribly wounded, and Cira was brought low by Strahd's bite. If she had survived that, the fall to the courtyard was her death. Verity was nearly dead, and Kyne had fled over the wall, hiding from the dark lord. But Strahd had enough for now. "Flee with your lives! Know that I am your master!" Perhaps the sunlight and the wounding dealt by Volta's magical greataxe had taken their toll; perhaps not. Shokk used a prayer and managed to restore life to Cira, whose soul had not quite fled. But the heroes fled for now, managing to lower the drawbridge and regroup outside the walls of Castle Ravenloft.

They returned to the village of Barovia, joined later by Kyne, who had hidden. They rested, determined that they would first head to Vallaki, then perhaps to Krezk, and gather supplies and reinforcements. They were not done with Strahd. Nor, they knew, was Strahd done with them...
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Chapter 3 — Battle of the Twin Peaks: Part I
"Whoa, Man! Get a shave!"

   Krynn, the satyr, made a disgusted face, lowered his head, and sprang forward, charging at the easternmost barbazu guard and ramming into it with his curved horns.

   The hellish guards had no idea whence this new creature had come, but they also did not care. One of the door guards disappeared and reappeared behind Krynn, flanking him. The one to the west stepped forward to get a better view of the strange intruder. The guard that Krynn had rammed dropped its glaive and swung its claws. Krynn avoided the first swing, but the second left a gash across his bare, hairy chest.

   "Ha! You will have to try harder than that, devil. This gorgeous chest is made of fey skin!" By the time the fawn finished his sentence, his skin had sealed itself back up; there was not even a scar. He swung his head at the devil a second time, while drawing a long, wavy dagger from a sheath hanging from a belt around his waist.

   The guard behind Krynn prepared to swing, but Krynn was not alone.

   "Strike!" shouted Belvin. The guards had not noticed the dark cloud that had quickly formed overhead. A bolt crashed down from the cloud, striking the devil and shocking it. A half-second later, an extra large arrow plunged into its back, the first shot fired by the young minotaur Kytharrah in combat. Leokas' teaching had worked.

   One by one, the rest of the Misfits sprung from around the corner and began unleashing magic. Unfortunately, the devils had a level of resistance to magic, and all eight magical projectiles sent at the devil with the arrow in its back were deflected, and it took a swing at Krynn's back. Again, there was a streak of blood, which immediately went away.

   It still caused the satyr pain, however, and he hopped to the side with a strange bleating sound. Krynn then spun around and swung his wavy dagger, but the devil deflected it with his claws and then lunged, grabbing the satyr in its claws. The tentacles of its "beard" sprung forward, snapping with the strange orifices at the ends. A few of them made contact with Krynn's face. He yelled out and kicked the devil away with his hoofs.

   "Strike!" shouted Belvin, as another bolt fell from the sky, just as Hakam stepped out and struck the devil with a ray of intense light from his outstretched palms.

   Mythlos magically appeared through a rift, swinging his sword madly at the solitary devil guarding the door, but the devil avoided the first swing and ducked to avoid decapitation. Mythlos' moonblade stuck itself in the ice wall beside the door. The door guard screamed in rage, tossing its glaive to the side and instead swinging its fist. It punched Mythlos on the side of the jaw and then caught him by the neck with its other hand. It pulled the moon elf closer, and then Mythlos too found the ends of the devil's tentacles sucking on his face, before Mythlos was able to free himself and remove his sword from the ice.

   The remaining of the four devils was calling out loudly in its Infernal tongue. Leokas, who had been turned invisible by one of his companions, now appeared behind this guard and filled him with three arrows.

   It was not enough to take it down, however; it finished its summoning and there was a powerful smell of sulfur as four repulsive and writhing blobs of pseudo-humanoid flesh appeared on the battlefield — lemures. The devil who summoned them then vanished.

   The lemures surrounded Leokas, swinging their claws. Leokas was struck by several blows, but his armor protected him. He leapt to the side and stuck to the wall like a spider, using another magic trick that they had planned beforehand. He scurried up the wall and out of the reach of the four minor devils.

   Kytharrah had dropped his bow and charged at the nearest barbazu, reaching behind his back and removing his battleaxe as he ran. He slashed at the devil, as the devil turned to face him. As it was about to return a swing, it was pummeled by two bursts of magic from Solisar's wand. Enraged, the devil cursed in its tongue, and then it, too, vanished.

   Back at the door, Mythlos swung a blow of devastating force at his opponent, leaving a silver wound diagonally across its chest. "Use silver weapons!" the moon elf shouted, before stabbing the devil in its gut.

   Leokas, still stuck to the cliff wall, heeded this advice. He jumped back to the ground, landing adjacent to the slow-moving lemures, taking a few scratches from their claws as he nocked two silver arrows simultaneously and sent them flying through the air at Krynn's remaining opponent, who was dodging another head butt. Cassiera was sending a non-stop barrage of magical bursts from her fingertips at the same devil, and Belvin called down another lightning strike. It swung a claw weakly at Krynn, but four clones of Szordrin ran along the ice wall, and all four completed the words of a spell. There was a loud boom near the devil, and it reached up to cover its ears. Cassiera's next three pulses of magic knocked the devil to the ground, and moments later, Hakam decapitated it, sending its essence back to the Hells and leaving only its glaive behind.

   "Minotaur! To Mythlos!" shouted Leokas, as he shrugged off more painful scratches from the four lemures that once again were attempting to surround him. He got back onto the wall and began to climb, hoping to get to the ledge high up that Hakam had found the day before for a better tactical advantage. Belvin sent a bolt into the crowd of lemures and rushed to help his friend.

   The minotaur obeyed Leokas' instructions, turning and charging at Mythlos' opponent at the door. He struck the devil with a staggering blow. With its black blood spurting out, it attempted one more attack with its claws and failed, before Mythlos finished it off with a final swing. Then, the moon elf healed himself.

   "Huzzah!" shouted Krynn, raising his dagger and leaping ten feet straight into the air, but the battle was not over yet. They heard the sound of one of the bearded devil's voices high above.

   "It is summoning!" yelled Solisar in warning, before waving his magic wand in the direction of the lemures and blasting one of them.

   "Let them come!" Krynn shouted, and he pounded his chest. As if in answer, with a flash of flame and smoke and the smell of more sulfur, another bearded devil appeared ahead of Krynn and swung. The satyr deftly jumped over the swing with a hearty laugh, jumped over the devil's head and stabbed it in the back.

   Mythlos charged at the newly summoned barbazu, passing Belvin, who was now surrounded by moaning lemures. The devil struck Mythlos on his left thigh, but the elf continued moving and cut off all of the devil's tentacles with a swing. Cassiera struck him with her magic, and Kytharrah ran up, joining the new melee and contributing a solid blow from his axe that left black organs hanging out of the devil's belly. It roared and spat at Mythlos' face, swinging its glaive down, but Mythlos parried the blow and cut both of the devil's arms off in a single swing. It fell forward into the snow and burst into black smoke.

   Solisar heard the devil up above them speaking with the hell hounds. "Are you not going to help us?" He heard the dogs growl in response.

   Leokas reached the ledge and peeked quickly to see if the elemental creature Hakam had seen patrolling the fortress hallways yesterday was there. It was not, yet neither could he see the devil on the other side of the missing bridge, which he could have sworn he had seen seconds earlier as he climbed the wall. He crouched behind the ice pedestal for cover if the elemental should return and to get a clear shot if the devil should come into view. It did not.

   "Cassiera!" the four Szordrins shouted. "Behind you!"

   She spun around, hand to the hilt of her scimitar, but the barbazu that had teleported behind her was already swinging. A look of shock came over her face, and she felt a wet, spongy mass touching her hand. Looking down, she saw her intestines hanging out of her body. She then fell back onto the snow.

   The Szordrins, Krynn, and Kytharrah rushed to her side. The minotaur struck with a blow that knocked the enemy's glaive aside and took a chunk from the top of its skull. Solisar waved his wand, but the devil deflected the magic and teleported away, just as it looked like it was about to fall over.

   Dropping to their knees, the Szordrins each removed a potion vial from his belt, and one of them placed it to Cassiera's lips. Her head tilted to the side and all the liquid poured out. Szordrin touched her neck. There was no pulse. "How can you be dead?" he called out. "I wasted a potion for you!"

   "Little sister?" said Kytharrah, trying to comprehend why the potion didn't heal Cassiera.

   "Maybe some alcohol will help...." started Krynn, and then his summons ended and he vanished.

   Several yards away, Belvin was surrounded by lemures. Mythlos tried to step over to engage them, but Hakam stopped him. "Mythlos, your wound is spurting blood; you'll pass out!"

   The moon elf tried to heal it with his sword, but this failed. Hakam put pressure on Mythlos' leg; the blood kept coming.

   Three arrows from up above dropped two of the lemures, freeing Belvin, whose arms and face had been bloodied by them. The wild elf, rushed over to Mythlos with glowing hands and was able to stop the blood flow from Mythlos' thigh with his magic.

   The lemures kept approaching. Mythlos spun around and obliterated one with a swing, cutting it cleanly in half. Hakam stabbed his sword into one of those lying on the ground with arrows in them, and its form also burst into smoke and vanished.

   Leokas was about to shoot at the remaining lemure, but he heard the sound of wind rushing behind him. He tumbled forward over the ledge to get out of sight of the patrolling elemental and began coming down the wall again, dropping to the ground from ten feet up.

   One of the Szordrins touched Kytharrah after completing a spell. "Lunk, carry me and climb up that wall as fast as you can." All Szordrins pointed at the far wall leading up to where the hell hounds were.

   "But," he protested, looking at Cassiera.

   "Are you fast or not?"

   "I am fast. Uh, which you?"

   "The left one. Not that left; your other left!"

   The minotaur picked up Szordrin, rushed to the wall, and began climbing up using Szordrin's magic, as Solisar shot at the remaining lemure with his wand and then Mythlos finished it off. A lightning bolt annihilated the last of the fallen lemures before Hakam could stab it.

   The field was cleared of enemies but at great cost. Leokas reached Hakam's side, and the two looked in the direction of Cassiera's body.

   "Anachtyr will bring her back," said the cleric. "I can take care of this in the morning."

   "We will need to keep her body safe," said Leokas.

   Solisar hustled over to her still form. Then there was the sound of a creaking door, and the sun elf heard a loud voice in a dialect of Giant with which he was not very familiar. "Smash them!"

   Leokas and Hakam turned to see a hairy, ten-foot-tall ogre coming through the door.
Session: 79th Game Session - Thursday, Oct 06 2016 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Tyranny of Dragons
Session 23 (13 October 2016) - Castle in the Swamp and a Hunting Lodge
The party engages a group of dedicated cultists in what turns out to be a near run thing with Ella and Magnus cut-off and worried.

Following this they discover a teleportation circle but have no idea what the activation word is. After scouring the dungeon level they troop back upstairs to discuss matters with Snapjaw. Snapjaw, useful guy that he (or she) is, conducts them to Rezmir's chambers where the discover some nic loot and, more importantly, how to open the portal.

They find themselves in a forested mountain area near a large hunting lodge. While scouting round they are attacked by three ambush drakes and two trolls. They spectacularly fail to realize how much danger they are in until Krega, Rider and Ella are all unconscious. In an act of desperation, Magnus drops a twinned Fireball on the trolls and Krega, killing one of the trolls, severely damaging the other and killing Krega. Fortuitously, Rider recovers consciousness (rolls a 20 on a death save) and recovers a healing potion from Krega's corpse. Meanwhile, Jemna steps up to take out the troll but misses twice and the troll strikes her down. Magnus is Firebolting the troll while Rider uses the potion to revive Ella. Ella uses Revivify to bring Krega back just as the troll is taken out.

Anyone in the hunting lodge probably heard all this ...
Session: Session 23 - Thursday, Oct 13 2016 from 5:00 AM to 8:00 AM
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We're coming d***s out for Drath Redvar!
Pharast 19th – As we saddled our horses and prepared to ride, we saw a rider approaching. It was Barnabas, he managed to find us. We told him of our travels, and caught him up to speed on our situation. When we asked him where he had been, he seemed somewhat evasive. For the moment, I felt no need to press him.

Instead, we rode on to Mikmik's tribal home. It appeared to be an abandoned mine. We spoke with the sentry, who was scared at first, but when he saw Mikmik, he became friendlier. So we went forth, in to see the chief. Drath spoke with the chief, and we gave the kobolds their sacred fetish back. The chief promptly took the ivory statue and smashed it on the ground! He declared that the curse was broken, and their shaman no longer had any sway. The other kobolds, emboldened by their chief's display, followed behind. Our group figured we'd better follow and see what was going on.

I pressed my way passed as many kobolds as I could to get to the front. I arrived just in time to see the chief confront the shaman, who was oddly purple hued. The other kobolds were all gray. The purple shaman threatened the chief, and the chief responded by trying to club the shaman. While there was much chatter going on around me, I distinctly heard the shaman say in Common, “You stupid kobolds! You ruined everything!” The shaman then cast some sort of hex on the chief, and the chief ran away, terrified. The other kobolds also began to flee. While the rest of our group pushed forward through the crush of kobolds, I loosed a couple of arrows at the shaman. The first one struck him, prompting the shaman to duck behind his bubbling cauldron, narrowly avoiding my second shot. The rest of the group closed in on the shaman, who seemed determined to sell his life dearly. We harried him with magic, and Kroog's cougar closed in on him. Eventually, I was able to draw a bead on him, and I killed him.

We searched the shaman's chambers, and found some interesting items as well as a journal. One of the items we found was Svetlana's wedding ring! I was expecting that the bandits would have it. There was also some elven boots. While I was loathe to give up my axebeak-tracked boots, the elven boots would be much better in the long run.

We went back to the chief and he explained to us that the purple shaman would hex the tribe and force them to do his bidding. The Sootscales were very relieved to no longer be under the shaman's control. After a brief consensus, we decided to offer the Sootscales an alliance. Kroog in particular seemed to be very interested in cultivating friendships. We explained to the kobolds that if they would take up mining, they could trade the silver to us. Whether or not they understood was uncertain. Hopefully they wouldn't ambush any caravans seeking to trade.

We left the mine, and made camp. That evening, during my watch, I thought I heard Barnabas mutter something about “Tarkus yaoi” in his sleep. I have never heard the term before, but perhaps someday I'd discover its meaning.

Pharast 20th – We rode hard through some hilly country. I seemed to be very distracted that day, and unable to concentrate. That area seemed unremarkable.

Pharast 21st – We entered the Narlmarches forest, and explored. Eventually we came upon a group of kobolds gorging themselves on moon radishes. Apparently the radishes had a euphoric effect. When I was at the monastery, I'd heard rumors that moon radishes were also good for fertility. Some of the monks refered to them as “wood fruit”, a play on words as they “give you wood” as well as being “a fruit of the woodlands”. We spoke with the kobolds, again Kroog seemed to want to help them out. Drath told them that the Sootscales had deposed the evil shaman, and they should return to their tribe. After the kobolds left, we gathered a sack of moon radishes to take with us.

Pharast 22nd - We rode back to Oleg's, reaching the trading post by noon, and set about liquidating our treasure and ordering supplies. We gave Oleg Svetlana's ring, and I asked him about the moon radishes. He said that moon radish soup was his favorite meal, and asked us to give them to his wife. All in all we ended up with over 1000gp worth of credit. We asked Oleg to order in some new weapons and some magical supplies for us.

Pharast 23rd – We spent the day at Oleg's, resting and performing various tasks. I took Leeroy out and threw the ball for him several times. Others did various tasks and worked on their kit. I saw Barnabas come out of one of the cellars with several rat corpses. Kroog managed to find another cougar to train.

Pharast 24th
– The party saddled up, and we rode north west along the Greenbelt. We covered several miles of plains, most of it unremarkable. This area would probably make good farm land one day.

That evening, during the first watch, Drath woke us up. I listened, and heard the howling of wolves. They were closing in. I got up, and readied my bow. Drath went to help the horses. The wolves proved to be easy to deal with. They scared away quite easily. I considered pursuit, but they were too fast and I could not see far enough in the dark to follow them for long.

Pharast 25th – We continued westward, riding across more plains. Eventually we came to what appeared to be a thicket near a hillside. The group dismounted and approached. As we neared, I noticed there were berries in the thicket. Perhaps they were something useful. When we were about thirty feet from the bush, it started moving!

A great mass of vegetation rose, and charged toward us. Fizby cried, “Shambling mound!” And blasted it with some magic before moving back. The creature narrowly missed Barnabas, who would have certainly been crushed. I shot a couple of arrows into it, not certain if the creature even noticed. Kroog tried to get his cats to withdraw, but they charged forward instead. The creature walloped one of the cougars, dropping it in its tracks. The other tried bite the creature, but the shambling mound did not seem to notice. Barnabas commanded his eidolon (Tarkus?) to charge forward. Again, the mound swatted at the incoming beast, hitting it so hard, it blinked out of existence. Barnabas summoned an eagle to cover his retreat, and scurried away. Drath readied his shield, backing away. We realized afterward that the mound preferred elven flesh, which is why it went after Barnabas, and also why it turned its attention to Drath. The creature loped forward, ignoring the animals vainly trying to claw at it, and swatted at Drath. It connected, and Drath screamed out, “OH MY GOD, WHY?!?!!” It then proceeded to wrap its tendrils around Drath, squeezing him. I watched in horror as Drath's eyes bugged out, nearly bursting from his head. His body went limp, and he slumped awkwardly in the shambling mound's grasp. I gritted my teeth, took aim, and fired a shot. The arrow sank deep into the creature's body and must have hit something vital. The shambling mound seemed to seize up, and fall over.

We immediately rushed forward to help Drath, but it was too late. We made camp, and discussed what to do. We decided to head back to Oleg's, and start a cemetery. I thought about making a toast for Drath, but we had no alcohol. Fizby mentioned he could probably distill some alcohol from horse urine, but the process would take too long. The mood was quite somber that evening.

Pharast 26th – We rode back to Oleg's, with Drath's body draped over the back of his horse. We made it back around noonish. I sought out Jhod Kavken and asked him if he would do the honor of laying Drath to rest. It was a small ceremony – just Jhod, Leeroy and I. The others had various tasks to do. Apparently there had been another outbreak of rats in Oleg's cellar, so Barnabas needed to deal with that. There was also some healing and mending still from the battle with the shambling mound.

I reflected on Drath, and his contributions to our quests. He was certainly very expressive, and capable of negotiating well. I wonder if that will affect our future dealings with the Sootscales. He was also very brave. He seemed to be very willing to stand in front and shield his comrades. Maybe one day we will build a monument to him.

While I was away, the others found a new companion to join us. Her name was Annie Khan. The group seemed almost unnaturally comfortable with her. They had even gone to the length of giving her most of Drath's old gear! Normally I would have been against this, but out in the Stolen Lands people were a commodity, adventuring types even more so. I would have to keep an eye on her, though.

Pharast 27th and 28th – We rode along the green belt, exploring past where we encountered the shambling mound, and heading west. Eventually we reached the edge of our charter, and had to veer south.

Pharast 29th – Heading south east, we rode some more across the Greenbelt. The plains were mostly barren, except for we found something concealed among the brush. It turned out to be an old cairn. Fizby declared it was a Numerian tomb, from and ancient group known as the Tiger Lords. We decided to dig up the cairn, and found some interesting stuff. There was a ring that looked like a frog swallowing an eel.

Pharast 30th – Headed east, toward the Narlmarches. Mostly plains, nothing really remarkable.

Pharast 31st and Gozreh 1st – Riding through the forest, I noticed a bear trap just in the nick of time to stop Leeroy from stepping in it. I dismounted and looked at the trap. It was very carefully concealed, and in a very dangerous spot. I mentioned it to Kroog, who also dismounted. We began to search the area, and found other traps. We decided to disarm them so other travelers would not get hurt. It was a painstaking process, and took us the better part of two days.

During that time, we became victims of some sort of fey creatures. They stole items and put them in hard to reach places, they tied shoelaces together, spoiled Annie's milk. Many times I heard them, and went to investigate, but they always confounded me. After a time, they finally left us alone. I'm not sure, I think Leeroy may have accidentally swallowed one.
Session: Game Session 3 - Saturday, Sep 10 2016 from 3:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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