Sifting through the ashes
Year 568 , Moon 5, Days 3-???

Shale recruited the companions he met in the wilderness outside of Stone's Throw, and hired on Jak, to accompany him to a place called Starlight Throne which fortune reader Elana informed him was infested by undeath. They ventured forth during a light snow flurry on the 3rd day of Moon 5 and have yet to return…





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Jak, brilla, Hellsworth, Shale, and Elana return on Day 17 (I think) carrying noticeable amounts of treasure but looking exhausted, covered in dirt, blood and other substances. Jak has been hanging out around The Last Ale, drinking and talking to any who will stay for awhile:

“Ah well met my friend! No no…let me buy this round! Your money is no good tonight. Yes, yes, I know, I know….. but you saw our uh……good fortune…. the other day, yes?”

Jak grins jovially and you think you catch a wink as he turns back toward Aimos and motions for several drinks.

“Oh it was a fantastic adventure to be sure! Did you not hear about it from brave Ser Brilla? She IS something isn’t she! Yes, that is right. We did fight night-screamers and orcs. Yes and undead too! It was terrifying…. “ Jak says the last word quietly and for a moment you think you catch a glimpse of a troubled mind. Before you can fully consider this Jak is flashing you another winning smile and starts to regale you with tales of his victories against the foes to the east.

“Well you see, Master Shale is quite invested in the slaying of undead so he offered to pay us to accompany him. Luckily for him my dear Elana is incredibly gifted and was able to point us in the right direction. Her vision allowed us to avoid most perils but what we could not avoid we valiantly slew.”

“And I know what you are thinking, Mr. Buttertart did accompany us and I was as surprised as you to learn that he is quite skilled in battle! Now I know what you are going to say….. but I swear it is true…that little man grew ten times…. No, really! ….his size and ran straight into battle! It is not a magic I am familiar with but I assure you it worked quite well. He is a strange little guy but not only does he fight bravely, did you know he makes a brilliant cup of tea? Yes! Oh It is quite good!”

“After being attacked by orcs…. Yes that’s right, as you can imagine orcs do not take too kindly to me… it is unfortunate but I am just lucky to have found the good people of Stone’s Throw to be more accepting. Anyways, these foul orcs attacked us while we made camp but with Ser Brilla and Hellsworth” Jak guffaws at your joke “YES….yes and Thunder Weasy too! Ha! …..they were really no match for us at all. I myself took out at least 5 of them but that is nothing compared to the numbers that Shale put down. That is a man on a mission, I tell you. He even slew their leader who I believe was a priest of Gruumsh” Jak says the word Gruumsh with disdain and for a split second you see a strange look in his eyes.

“Yes, agreed, awful business that Gruumsh lot. I avoid them the best I can but out here in the wilderness it seems they are somewhat unavoidable…”

“Anyways, more orcs, more undead,” Jak waves his hand dismissively, “night-screamers, you know…. eventually we did make it to Starlight Throne, or what remains of it I suppose.”

“The wreckage was simply devastating. It is such a shame as I would have loved to see that place in its full glory. The ruins that remained spoke of great workmanship but sadly there was just so little left of it. When the mountain erupted most of the area was covered in rock and ash. We did manage to gain entry to what must have been part of the original structure. We even found many treasures that were unharmed,” Jak chuckles to himself but doesn’t share the joke, “Anyways yes I wasn't sure if we should keep such treasure as it didn't belong to us? But at the same time Soveliss did say we could keep what treasures we find out there. These elves seem to have little concern for earthly possessions which I must admit is very admirable. Well anyways, while we were ah…. debating… “Jak laughs and under his breath mutters ”Brilla, you little devil” Jak again laughs at some joke you seem to have missed and then continues with the story, “While debating what to do with these artifacts, we heard a small voice call out. My heart stopped and I thought surely it was a ghost because, really, who knows in these parts! It turns out there were some Eladrin who survived the destruction. They said they had found a way out but before we could do anything we heard more orcs approaching. Luckily we are quite skilled at dealing with orcs by now so it was no trouble but when we went back to look for the survivors we found no sign of them.”

“We immediately decided to bring word back and just grabbed what we could carry. I do hope those orcs didn’t have friends in the area. It would be a real shame if they looted the rest of the Eladrin’s belongings. There was so much gold… OH that reminds me! Have you seen Soveliss and the others lately? No? I was hoping to join them in the search for those survivors… Oh maybe they left already? I must have missed them. Maybe I can still catch up…..”  Jak trails off deep in thought, absentmindedly flipping a gold coin in his fingers.

“Yes perhaps I will gather some others and we can try and catch up to them. I had hoped to lend them my blade in defending their home from those orcs,”Jak places a hand on a beautiful and intricately decorated longblade that sits by his side almost as if on display. It is clear he is quite fond of it which you suppose is understandable as it is much nicer than any of the other clothes or possessions you have seen on Jak before now. Perhaps he had a rough childhood and never had something so nice of his own before? That seems right, he is half-elf and half-orc after all and you know their type is not treated too well in this world.

It really is amazing that he turned out so…”well adjusted”? No that isn’t quite it. “Capable”? Hmm… well either way he is paying for the drinks so it seems he is doing quite well. Oh that’s funny, you simply thought about drinks and he already ordered another round. What a guy.



Starlight Thronin'
Year 568, Moon 5, Day 3 - Day 17

tldr: Shale, Hellsworth, Brilla, Elana, and Jak headed east to see what had become of Starlight Throne, and perhaps claim some of what remains for themselves.  Along the way they encountered a band of orcs that surprised them in the night. Luckily Elana used trickery to convince them they were under attack by “night screamers” and they fled. The group continued onward but as soon as they made camp the orcs returned. These seems to be followers of Gruumsh. With quick action the group was able to set up an ambush. Using teamwork they took down the leader immediately and turned on the remaining orcs. One got away.

Hellsworth’s Journal, Volume XXII Page CDLXXVI

We set out one blustery autumn morning with fanciful intent and filled with dash-fire for the treaures of Starlight Throne.  Attempting to milk the pigeon early, we had some unchancy meanderings and ended up distinctly floby-mobly. Thuderweasy was positively tewly-stomached at the quality of the dirt—all wet and crumbly and not a needy-mizzler of the earth sphere.

That night I apprehended the duality of perception, comprehending the invariable affect that observation has upon the subject.  This should prove of great use trying to lace the coat of a held yawmagorp.

We were approached by a horde of dunghills, but Elena caused a hubble-bubble that left the needy mizzlers running for a nurse while one suffered a cheese-toaster to the innards.  It may have ben me who did the porking, I cannot recall.

A short hobbledygee later, our expedition was set upon by a rantipole, several shaberoons, and out-and-outer, led by one Captain Hackum. The inestimable Brilla waylaid them from one side, your humble reporter from the other, but not before Shale put on a sham of tatterdemalion hubble-bubble that decoyed the Captain from his priggers.  There was much blubbering before the air and exercise, but we set upon the cull with a crash.  He summoned vile magicks, which I observed with keen interest.  His brutish way seemed to be distinctly on the “tendency to exist” school, rather than the “tendency to occur” detachment that seems more intent on basting than brightness, if you catch my meaning.

Elena offered some fizzing fimble-famble, but it did seem to allow Jak to flip the dandy prats.  Jak was plinking blighters all evening to great success.  Brilla lived up to her reputation, nothing but ransacked kickerapoo in her wake.

Shale was jerrycummumbling about in the heart of it all, when he let the pudding-headed chief fellow have to with some sort of divine blast. Thunderweasy observed that he felt, upon seeing Shale unleash the mighty blow, that he was not so much observing nature itself, but rather nature being exposed to Shale’s unique method of perceiving it.  Quite a bracing tingling in the gingamobs, but not for us, thank you very much, but it was a shanking to the victualling office not soon to be forgotten.

A bit more blubbering and all was said and done.  The whapper seemed to be of the “Gromsch” persuasion (extended investigations required here), and a gemstone behind his eyepatch should prove a worthy treasure to remove from the ill-begotten golumpus.

Every expedition above ground has setbacks, and these Orcs appear to be our burden en route to the arcane treasures sure to be buried with these eleven centaur entities.

The earth here is much finer, reminiscent of a basalt talus pile, with hints of blackberry and just a whiff of shitake.  This night I am noticing that, even in a world of infinite complexities and straight lines and regular shapes, that even empty space is curved.  I daresay I am on the verge of some sort of breakthru, and with chance, this ongoing expedition shall afford the chance to realize these new investigations as to the true nature of the multiverse.  Well, time for tea, I say.

Bears, Brin, Battle starts in Norundra
Year 568, Moon 4, Days ??? - ???

Dolgrin, Clay, Brin, and Zog venture in the North

Operation Lizard Unification
Year 568 Moon 4 Day 26 - 28

Dates: 04/26 – 04/28


Allied Combatants:

King Soskodmorah I – Alive

Jade – Alive

Carreg Killfinger—Alive

Vutha – Alive

Ramas — Alive

Imsh Burzum Ukon – Wounded

General Shaguay – Wounded

12 Vutha Tribe Lizardfolk infantry – Deceased


Enemy Combatants:

King Throden – Deceased

Ogre Maji – Deceased

Litrix – MIA

8 Lizard Beasts — Deceased


200 Vutha Tribe LizardFolk

??? Garurt Tribe LizardFolk

??? Litrix Tribe LizardFolk



Decisive win for the Allied Combatants. They suffered some losses, but were able to take the seat of power from the previous ruler. Soskodmorah has taken his seat as the ruler of the Norundran Lizardfolk


Intel: When Litrix was defeated, the Allied Combatants received intel that she was actually an Ogre Maji working for another called Tethra Rogamac.

Attached is General Shaguay’s accounts of these events.



04/26 – We defeated the one known as Korthroden, which we believed to be a Hydra. After its defeat we were greeted by Lizardfolk that were allied with Vutha. Soskodmorah was wary about trusting these Lizards since their leader would be potentially hostile and wanted to mate with him. Imsh decided to explore the cave that the Hydra had come from and to offer some sort of offering within. Nothing appeared to come of this. Carreg was being called Darastrix by these lizardfolk, but I’m not certain of the word’s significance. We accepted these lizardfolk’s offer to ferry us across the river. Once across we made camp.

04/27 – During the night a couple of the lizardfolk left heading in the direction of Vutha’s camp. In the morning Vutha arrived. A rather long conversation took place, which ended when Vutha traded her mace with Carreg. Soskodmorah asked me to create a distraction. I decided to summon a minion of my patron using the ashes from the campfire. From these ashes Ramas the phoenix appeared. During this display Jade grabbed the mace and ran off into the forest in order to hide it. I only realized later that they believed that the mace was the source of her corruption and wanted to get it away from her.

                Later that day we traveled with Vutha back to her camp, we spent little time here, mostly just left what was remaining of the hydra with them and continued on. Soskodmorah and Vutha devised a plan to defeat Throden.

Fresh Meat and the Smoldering Volcano
Year 568 Moon 4 Days 25 - 27

Shortly after arriving in Stone's Throw, I made acquaintance with a few folks. Hellsworth, a fellow gnome and his invisible companion Thunderweasle, Elana, a reader of the present and future of some sort and Ohnagi, a very knowledgeable human. In a reading with Elana, Ohnagi learned that he should head east to seek the answers he was searching for. Ohnagi wanted to learn about the volcano that had caused the recent earth quake.

On day 25 of the 4th moon, we headed out. It had just started snowing, but it wasn't too bad… yet! The first day we traveled well, but during the night we were woken by the screeching sound of Night Screamers. 4 of them and they quickly took out Elana and dealt great damage to Hellsworth, Ohnagi and me. Luckily a friendly goliath named Shale found our encampment under attack and aided us in defeating these intruding foes. Although we all made it with our lives, the battle had wounded and exhausted us all, so we decided to rest up before traveling any further. Shale agreed to join us.
With only about 4 hours of daylight left on that second day and a heavy snowstorm hitting us, we ended up circling the area and taking up rest in the same camp again. That night we saw a Will-O-Wisp in the distance, but it did not notice us.

When dawn broke, the weather had finally started getting better. We traveled further east, past some large mountain with a reflective top. Not long after we had passed that mountain we found large footprints of what turned out to be about a dozen orcs. They welcomed us into their camp and let us share their fire. I noticed their symbols of Hextor, but with our small numbers, parting without conflict seemed the best option. Elana offered her services to the one called The Winner? He offered a box of green figures to aid her find out about the fate of two traitors of some sort; Harkin and Bodolf. Elana warned them about pursing this Harkin, something in her cards told her it was a bad idea. I don't think they took the warning serious.

The following night, I was watching our camp when all of a sudden 2 men and 2 centaurs closed in on us. They had shiny metal skin full of jewels. One of them was covered in blood. They approached with their weapons drawn, but quickly identified us as allies, because apparently they are allied with Stone's Throw. They told us they had taken out those orcs of Hextor. Perhaps the orcs should have listened to Elana's warning.

These metal creatures had a lot of information to share and were seeking shelter in Stone's Throw. We agreed to return together, since Ohnagi had learned a satisfying amount of information from them.

I don't speak elven, so I only got bits of the conversation on the way back. Apparently some Shayarstel had awaken? Is that the volcano? And when it did, it took out some city – Starlight something? And they were the only survivors of that disaster. Not sure, you'll have to ask Ohnagi if you want to know more…

A post earthquake investigation of the Lizardfolk
Year 568 Moon 4 Days 23 - 25

Soskodmorah's brood

The grey dawn greeted a weary and soot covered Stone’s Throw. Though the night the town worked without rest, digging survivors out of the fallen tower, shifting stones to shore up the defensive walls, and patching the longhouse with crude walls against the falling snow.


“This snow, it’s foul. It's like someone first used it to put out a forge before dropping it from the sky.”


“Do you think it related to the earthquake?“ the youth asked.


Carreg wiped at his brow, his sweat soaked forehead getting his tattered robe a little grimier. “Could be, but what do I know? This is the first I’ve ever spent a year above ground. Still, it would be an odd coincidence for them to have happened at about the same time.” The dwarf patted his pockets to reassure himself that his pipe was still there, but did not draw it out. “How are the two who were on watch? Will they survive?”


“Yes, although the arm is lost.”


“Well, he’ll still be able to hold a hammer with the other, and the most powerful weapon a night watchman has is his eyes and lungs.”


“Lungs won’t stop the orcs.”


Carreg pulled a drink from his water skin and then offered it to the young pilgrim, “No, but companions will bring arms, and the sheer will to call this place home will give us the strength to wield those arms.”


“I wish that we still had those brave warriors that had wintered with us. And their magic. The orcs would certainly think twice before attacking a town so richly defended.”


Carreg spits and cleared his throat.  “Riches, eh? And gold? And magic?” The young pilgrim looked at the dwarf sideways, realizing that the bald sorcerer was working himself up to a rant. And sure enough, in a moment he began.  “There is often talk of adventurer’s gold, but it is also necessary to talk of gilded adventurers.” The youth lowered his head, but rolled his eyes. ”Why should some people slog through mud, so that others can travel on the backs of eagles?” The dwarf continued, “why should some live for thirty-five years, so that others can live for seven hundred? Why should some go without arms and armor, where others glow with weight of a half dozen magic items? I speak on behalf of the citizens of Stone’s Throw who do not have peace of mind. I speak on the behalf of the citizens who have no defenses, of those whose right to endure against the coming threat have been denied…”


“Your pardon, master Dwarf, I see Parovar, and he looks to have need of me. I shall be back.” And with a quick scurry across the frozen ground the youth was free of the dwarf’s rant.


Carreg spat into the snow as he watched the youth’s form vanish into the falling snow. “Yeah. I’ll shut up now.”

Through the next day the town rested, and the following  dawn showed a clearer sky, except for a single dirty plume of soot that still rose into the sky far to the East. A hasty meeting agreed that although there was still months of labor needed to restore Stone’s Throw it was more important to be aware of any immediate threats. The town had to know just how extensive the earthquake was, and if the settlement was under threat of any other force. It was soon decided that a small scouting party should investigate, and if possible find out the status of any close by friendly cities. Imsh would lead a party through the woods to the Lizardfolk encampment. Soskodmorah and Carreg would act as diplomats, having had dealings with the Lizardfolk before. Shaguay and Jade would also accompany to ensure the safety of the party. After promising to hurry back once information was gained, the party headed out.


Within a day’s travel over the cold hardened earth the party reached the remains of Mump’s outpost. The outpost had already suffered the indignity of raiders, but the earthquake was the final blow and nothing remained standing, not even anything large enough to provide any shelter from the continuing snowfall. As the party vainly endeavored to find anything to eat, or burn, a trio of mysterious lights floated out of the woods and then flew directly into the middle of camp. Soskodmorah called down the winds to smite the fell spirits, as the rest of the party attacked with arrows and arms. But whatever was thrown at the entities, nothing much seemed to damage them. And worse, they vanished at will to appear where the party least expected them, only to channel savage bolts of lightning. After chasing the elusive balls of energy all over the camp, they vanished and seemed to have disengaged.


Carreg, still in his stone form, muttered “I read one of their minds in the fight, they were commanded by a dragon to slay us. They were most insistent on attacking any magic user first.”


Realizing the floating threat might just be waiting to launch another ambush if the party camped where they were, or worse, were summoning allies, the party packed up and traveled a couple hours through the dark to finally fetch up at the Ashen Vale. But barely had anyone gone to sleep than sharp eyed Imsh spotted the three undead lights bobbing down the pass, heading ever onward to the camp. Quickly rousing everyone an ambush was decided upon, although, in actuality, only Imsh managed to hide to any advantage. Once more battle was joined, but this time the party fought knowing that there would be no escape from these disembodied undead. Under that threat, with some sweat & not a little blood, and with a little bit of baiting using the knowledge the wisps were ordered to go after magic users, eventually lead to a victory. Where the undead finally fell, only some strange smoothed onyx stones remained.

As the sun rose on the Ashen Vale, the damage from the earthquake was evident here as well. The river through the vale had shifted, and the structures that had stood within the bottom of the vale were now burried in a newly formed pond.

No longer wary of the threat of Red Teethed Regazi the five ventured mostly West through the woods until they met up with the North flowing river. Along the way a study of the onyx stones revealed that they weren’t actually stone, but blackened orc teeth. Given that the phantoms spoke in haunting orcish just before they attacked, this lead the party to believe these were the teeth of the orcs that were turned into the wisps themselves.

Eventually the party achieved the river and so they turned North, following the river’s course through the woods towards the fork with the Sibel river. After less than a day’s travel the remains of an Elven town was encountered next to a waterfall in the river. Searching the stone ruins Jade discovered a cache of magical dust hidden in a rusted tin a few inches below the frozen ground. A little experimentation and it was determined to be a large cache of magical powder that caused an infuriating frictionlessness to spread across wherever it was cast.


Further exploring North showed a road, mostly overgrown, that paralleled the river. Less than a minute on the road, though, and the booming of a large horn was heard echoing through the forest. As the party advanced along the road a large, mostly intact, bridge appeared that crossed the river. And upon the bridge, tied to stakes, several humanoids were bound. Jade bound forward to untie the sacrifices, as the rest of the party scanned the river and the forest to try to determine where the threat was coming from. Carreg watched the sky. Those that glanced to the river spotted several large caves at the waterline on the opposing shore, and then, with a subtle shifting of the flow of the river, a huge form was seen to be swimming just below the surface towards the bridge.


Jade, finding several dazed Lizardfolk tied to posts along the bridge started to free the captives with her dagger. Soskodmorah noted that the scales of the Lizardfolk indicated that they were of the less sane tribe, the ones that worshiped an bloodthirsty god.


As the shadow in the water closed with the bridge, a swell formed, and then a great draconic head broke through the surface of the water. It growled hungrily at the bridge. Jade heard the captives mutter in praise of “Korth Throdan” and she quickly cast a spell that started freeing the captives even faster. But even as she freed the captives, they mindlessly turned to the dragon head and chanted towards it.


As the rest of the party stood stunned watching the colossal head propel itself through the water, without warning a second head rose next to the first head. The second head was of a completely different design, but writhing intertwined with the first head. Moments after the second head joined the first, a third, even stranger joined the two, and then a fourth, and finally a fifth head rose from beneath the waters.

And then with a single twang an arrow buried itself in one of the dragon’s heads. And then another head was struck with an ice blast, and then the battle was joined. Initially just intending the draw the creature away from Jade and her errand of mercy, with the combatants falling back as they could… the contest was made a matter of life and death when brave Shaguay closed with it to further draw the leviathans attention away from the bridge. Veterans of past combats, the party focused their attacks on one head after other, attempting to minimize the threat of the beast. To give chance to Shaguay’s survival, magical walls of wood and fields of ice were summoned to hinder the creature. Still, it was touch and go, with the half-orc falling twice before the various serpentine heads.

But in the end the exhausted warriors felled the creature at the banks of the river.

It was then that the weary five glanced over, past the bridge, at the cadre of horn wielding Lizardfolk … who, as one, dropped and started making obeisance to the party.

Everlund Hunt
Year 568 Moon 4 Days ??? - ???

Zog, Dolgrin, Muzilius, and Clay awaken in Caer Dunnar, ready to take the fight to the Everlunds.

Apoc's Quest for Cannibalism
Year 568, Moon 4, Days 18 - 23

Apoc leads a group north to seek the Cannibal Halflings

Apoc sets out with Shaguay, Benedetto, Imsh and Ohnagi north to find the cannibal halfings….

Finding the Road
Year 568 Moon 4 Days 19 - 22

Myru, Cedeore, Gwen, Thakko, and Rivyre sent out to go to the tower in the C'estari lands by going down the road carved by giants

The Tree and Caer Dunnar
Year 568, Moon 4, Days 12 - 13

The entire party approaches Caer Dunnar, to reunite with Clay, Arturia, Dolgrin, and Zog, who rode ahead to the town.


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