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The Chill Reek Of Death Stalks My Dreams
The cold fingers of dread crawl through my mind, as nightmare images haunt my dreams. I saw through new eyes, feeling the presence of my old dead friend Reed. I saw The Raven Queen raising up from the grave, a twisted Revenant of his former being. She named him Wreade and sent him forth back into the world ( Read more... ) -
Death Came A Knocking
So in last night’s games Reed my not very noble Halfling Wizard (with a little thievery thrown in) died ( Read more... ) -
A Visit From Beyond The Grave
Resting by the flickering flames of our camp I was visited by a soul restless in death ( Read more... ) -
A Letter Singed, Water Stained And Bloody
Another letter reached me from Reed, my acquaintance of dubious moral character. It was singed, water stained and bloody. I carefully opened it to find out he and his companions had been in a spot of bother. To wit ( Read more... ) -
A Missive From A Far Land
Recently a missive arrived through long and dangerous roads from my acquaintance Reed. I had the misfortune to travel with this Halfling Wizard some time back, and for some unknown reason he has decided to torment me with tales of his adventures. I suppose I should write back ( Read more... ) -
The Dripping Despair
Having found ourselves at the end of the Shadow Fae Road, and standing before the Shadow Fae Court, surely it would be a synch to see the queen and sort all of this mess out ( Read more... ) -
In which We Step Through A Door And Have A Small Fight
Stepping between the worlds we find ourselves upon a road. A road clothed in mist and surrounded by dank and oppressive trees. No wonder the shadowfae want to leave, I would to. I do in fact. Can we go to a desert next time ( Read more... ) -
A Campaign Contemplation
There may be something wrong with me (as in me the player not Harkill the character) in that when I start playing regularly I start writing campaign outlines in my head ( Read more... ) -
In Which We Get Things Done, And Manage Not To Spill Any Blood
After a very unsatisfactory fight, where our shadows came alive to attack, we felt tired and harassed. We returned to the inn to rest. I had the best night sleep in a while, and awoke recovered ( Read more... ) -
A Scion Of My Clan
Clan fathers be praised! We are free of that cursed pyramid and it’s endless night. Again I rejoice in the feel of wind on scale and sun on face. The evil parasite that was Thrullzon has departed from the body of the Teifling Akmenos. There was much joy within the group at this. Akmenos seems a jolly fellow if overly debauched.
Bahamut has not ( Read more... )