No Rest For The Wicked

Guess what Dad!

Nixie
My dear Father,


I am writing you this letter as I sit in a dungeon feeling accomplished for my travels. The skills you taught me as a child have come in very handy. Sly flourish is my favorite, however deft strike is fun too. Remember when we used to sit outside and you would have hay bails in different places and you would teach me how to maneuver around them? I call that tumble now, I haven’t used it much but I have a feeling it will come in really handy if I get stuck in a sticky situation.

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We came, we saw, we've kicked its ass

Nixie

As I woke up from my slumber (or was woken up by Splug‘s bear-like snoring) I noticed my bedroll was a little lumpy. In my rush to go to bed I must have spread my bedroll on some rocks. Hopefully that won’t affect my limberness. As everyone woke up around me, I realized we were still in a hostile area and we needed to get a move on. Everyone thought this was a sound idea so we did. There were old weathered stairs leading downward into a black abyss, but being the brave group we are, this was the path we were taking. Valyn cast light onto his staff, Splug had acquired a sunrod, and Tyranny was insistent upon bringing a torch. As soon as he pulled it off the wall he threw it down the staircase, a hasty move. If my hood wasn’t on it would’ve singed my beautiful blonde hair! Anyways, the room was soon illuminated and the rustles of rats scurrying away was the only noise to be heard. Falkrunn mentioned something about a horse, I could swear she is losing her mind, hopefully someone will clue her in that these animals are quite different from horses. If not, I will have to draw her a picture of the difference. Once we were down there, I snuck into the icicle shaped rocks rising from the ground and hanging from the ceiling hoping to get some cover. Aw rats! No, no…literally…big ones, still definitely not horses but pretty big rats. I stand still hoping they won’t notice me, they move on for now. Meanwhile, I hear some kind of slimy, gross, slithering sound but am not sure what it is…I poke my head out of my cover only to be more confused by a repulsive blob covered in dirt and rat droppings slipping through another area like my cover. I immediately figure that if the blob can just go straight through this area then I might as well step out and fight.

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The Devil's Song
Valyn - Log 6

Valyn

Tap tap tap.

The sound echoed throughout the endless hall, nagging at the edge of his consciousness.

Tap tap tap.

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Ranger Travel Log #27 : Defending our Forest

Tyranny
I awoke suddenly to blazing light in the darkness, 30-35 feet down but still irritating enough to disturb my peaceful slumber. Whispers from nervous men who knew they shouldn’t be here and torches to light their path through my forest. The moon cast a slight silver glow over the ground in places where the trees parted to let the light through.

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Still Continuing
Who knew it was so hard to cut through Jello?

Falkrunn
Falkrunn’s Journal – Entry 3

So we finally leave the Treasureless Treasure Room after the Elves are done with their Beauty Sleep and make our way back to this Old Stairway Leading Into The Bowels Of The Earth. The stairs, walls, everything, pretty ancient, obviously Pre-Goblin. So someone says “What do you think is down there?” and everyone looks at me expectantly. What? Because I’m a Dwarf I have this psychic ability about Deep Dark Places? So I pop off and say “That’s where they keep the horses.” (Private joke) So they act like I’m serious, but ask a Stupid Question…

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The Angel's Dance
Valyn - Session 5

Valyn

The silhouette glided effortlessly across the ground with delicate precision. Each turn more graceful than the last as it seemed to move with the flickering torch light. A slight fluttering tugged on his heart as he watched with intent, carefully observing the shadow’s elegant movement. Gravity seemed to not exist for this lightless angel, as she continued her dance as Valyn approached.

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Destiny Discovered
A Seed is Planted

Falkrunn

Tordek’s Anvil, a Dwarven Outpost in the Dawnforge Mountains
In Dungeoneering Class

Falkrunn’s head lolled on her hand as she leaned her elbow on the table. She was having a hard time concentrating on Elder Adrik as he droned on about the Glories of Rock. Mining was so boring! Even the shiny stuff, gems and jewels, held no allure for her. When the Elder had brought in some samples, including the Heart of Moradin (some big ruby), her classmates were practically drooling, but Falkrunn took advantage of the chaos to sneak in a nap. Unfortunately she was expected to do her three year’s apprenticeship soon.

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Gravity Sucks
Look! Up in the Sky! It's a Bird! It's a Plane! It's a ... Tank!

Falkrunn

Gravity sucks

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Church of Truth

Casual

Casual Friday is pretty sure this is exactly how last night’s adventures went.

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