So we bury the ghost’s bones, but is he grateful? No! We go back to the cairn, and I go to lots of trouble to knock out the guards and ever’thin’, and then he won’t let us in the door. He says his bones have to be buried with his family’s bones, […]
We buried the bones and returned to the cairn. Smenk set some of the Sherrif’s men to watch the entrace to the cairn. Apparently word of our journey is spreading. Perhaps I need to explain the concept of secrecy to my companions… Most likely it would be a waste of […]
Each entry seems the same. Vogol tries to avoid danger, someone does something rash and then the wizard almost dies.
the scrivener, wizard and barbarian accompanied me back to the mysterious, dark cairn (the cleric claimed to have forgotten some important parchment or some other thing and stayed behind) - with the red lantern found, we then lit all the lights within the room containing the sarcophagus, but nothing happened, so i climbed into the […]
Since we found the red lantern, we decided to try ‘em all hung up and lit. Wow, what a pretty room! Nothin’ excitin’ happened, other than the sparkly colored lights. We tried puttin’ the monk into the coff-a-gus and spinnin’ it around, but nothin’ happened. I thinks about it for a long […]
Vogol has begun to suspect that the waitress from the Raging Dog of being cunning. She creates situations of danger HOPING that others will be killed so as to increase her own share of the profits. She certainly seems to have the endurance for it, since she will survive the longest out […]
… after i had killed the lurking strangler single-fistedly, the party then regrouped, and we explored the catacombs beyond the statues lining the dark hall… it started to get very cold, and presently we came across some brownish mold… someone had tossed a torch upon the chilling growth, and it then grew in […]
i, warrior and monk, have killed that which was life…
perhaps, i should begin with how i came to be a part of what appears will be a long and arduous campaign…
last night, while i was meditating at the sacred hour of dusk and pondering the visions I’d had recently of dying wolves, a rag-tag […]
So after I wakes up, we goes down another hole and finds this brown
moldy stuff. I tries t’ burn it, but it just gets bigger, so we looks
around th’other way. We finds some guy all flat under this stone, but
he had great chain mail which I take. The monk starts whinin’ about
not […]
The mage and I exchanged some witty repartee and eventually decided to go back down below to check on surivivors.