Our group finally got together again after over a month away due to holidays and schedule conflicts. Admittedly, we goofed off quite a bit and didn't get much done in game. On top of this, we were missing Wataru's player due to prior commitments. To make up for this, I did some additional story development via online chat with him. Details of Wataru's background are coming back to haunt him, so to speak.
Also, it bears repeating that Ominous Whispers is blind and can only "see"
Updated 02-23-2009 at 11:59 AM by GoddessGood
The day started with a couple changes. Seems the party wizard decided to take up an appreticeship with the old sage Valthrun the Precient. Taking his place is a Storm genasi Swordmage. Isn't life grand.
On to more exciting things. Today the party learned exactly what it means to encounter the disciplined combat prowess of hobgoblins as they returned to lower levels of the keep. The first encounter had the players fighting a small leaderless group group set up as simply guards to the lower
Updated 02-27-2009 at 02:44 PM by Zaistars
This session went a little crazy. I basically have three players now as the other two mysteriously vanished. I also had recovered from a nasty sinus headache and was still doped up and sleepy. I basically was just "There" so it wasn't the greatest session.
4e has reduced me to combats and that has been an issue for while. It was highlighted in this last adventure.
The 3 members + the NPC are asked by the Guardians of the Prison to replace the Deamon Binds
Updated 02-15-2009 at 01:26 PM by wizarddog
Death was an experience I do not care to repeat. I have set the account down in it's fullness elsewhere. As this is my common book, certain to be had before many eyes, perhaps even before my death, it is not something that should be here for all to see. It was so close a duel. But he beat me by a sliver of time. I remember falling... falling into darkness. Sounds sliding away from me as I became aware of the sound of a great machine marking time beneath the threshold of awareness. As it stopped,
We made our way carefully to the place of burial. There we were able to find what my mother was looking for. Since we were bound to not disturb anything, I memorized what I saw. We also found the skeleton of a woman, in fine garments. My mother. I wonder if what she found was worth her efforts. What were her desires for my destiny? How did I come to be the sole survivor, a helpless babe? It seems that finding the secrets of my past has simply revealed new secrets underneath.