Session 75 | Dragons & Striders
With the battle against Kres concluded, the Brindlefins found themselves at the center of a philosophical divide among the enigmatic Realmstriders. These ancient beings, whose origins traced back to the very creation of Ethoria, had long held the power to shape the fate of the realm. Yet, through trials both great and terrible, their interventions had proven to be a double-edged sword. So great was the turmoil they inadvertently caused that the peoples of Ethoria had once demanded they cease their meddling, forging a pact to let mortals shape their own destinies.
But not all Realmstriders agreed with this solemn vow. Amya Voar, a defiant voice among them, saw the cost of inaction as too great, while Vronos, her counterpart, stood firm in upholding the pact. Yet, even amid their dispute, the Brindlefins were left with a more immediate concern-Raevin, Thestreale, and Stet had vanished without a trace.
With but a single command from Amya, several Realmstriders disappeared into the ether, returning in mere moments with the missing companions in tow. Stet and Thestreale lay unconscious, their bodies worn and battered, while Raevin, though awake, struggled to form coherent words. Something had happened in that unknown place, something that had shaken her to her core.
As tensions flared, Vronos turned his ire upon the Sexton, demanding answers. And then, in a grotesque display, the Sexton wretched forth black mist, from which emerged two figures-Zi Shi, a goblin Lich, and Zygga, a black-and-white tiefling. These two, it seemed, carried knowledge of a looming threat: the Eukrylix, a being of unspeakable destruction. While some among them debated schemes to stop it, Vronos, ever the fatalist, proposed a grim alternative-let the planes fall, for life would rise again from the ashes.
Yet, for all the grand conversations of fate and calamity, Raevin finally found her voice, her words cutting through the discourse with chilling urgency: there was trouble in Brindlewind.
Aurelius, the ancient dragon, was expanding his dominion, spreading his lair to encompass the town. With Kres gone, an opportunity had arisen-to take his seat as regent and restore order to Primval. But Aurelius was not a force that could be ignored.
Wasting no time, the Brindlefins returned home, only to find Brindlewind ensnared in a blinding blizzard. The air was thick with frost, and in the distance, the roar of Aurelius echoed through the storm, heralding his impending arrival. With no time to spare, the Brindlefins and their allies moved quickly, using the Rod of Security to shepherd the villagers to safety. Yet, even with the people secured, they were now trapped, with the dragon closing in.
Seeking refuge, the Brindlefins fled to the mines, but Aurelius was not so easily deterred. Finding them cowering in the dark, he sought to entomb them, sealing the entrance with an icy barrier. But his wrath was fleeting, and soon he departed, leaving the group an opportunity to escape.
Emerging once more, they found the village abandoned, save for a single figure who stood undaunted against the storm-Garvol, ever steadfast, unmoved by the dragon's might.
Session 74 | Beginnings & Ends
The battle between the Brindlefins and Kres was a defining moment, echoing the ancient conflicts of the First Age. As the Brindlefins departed the Geothermic City of Var-Dural, the ground trembled beneath their feet. Before them, stone and rock shifted, revealing the rise of an ancient ruin-one forged from the very battlefield where the legendary Realmstriders first clashed with Kres at the dawn of history.
The battle that ensued was nothing short of brutal. As steel met flesh and magic crackled through the air, the Realmstriders themselves appeared to bear witness. Among them, Amya Voar and Vronos stood locked in debate. Amya, moved by the struggle, sought to intervene, yet Vronos, ever bound to the immutable laws of the Realmstriders, forbade interference in mortal affairs. The fate of the Brindlefins would be theirs to forge alone.
The tide of battle was costly. Both Thestreale and Stet fell to Kres' wrath, their bodies vanishing as Ovek's soul-catching lantern pulled their fading spirits into its glimmering light. As hope wavered, Kres sought to turn the tide further in his favor-reaching for a Flare, a potent source of energy, with the intent to consume it. Yet Amya Voar's voice cut through the chaos, her command resolute: "We do not consume our own!" With a forceful gesture, she cast the Flare away, and in its unintended path, it struck Raevin, who too vanished from sight.
And then, with the fury of the Brindlefins unrelenting, the final blow fell. Kres, the mighty, the feared, was struck down.
Yet even in victory, uncertainty loomed. The Brindlefins now stood amidst the solemn ruins, surrounded by the watching eyes of the Realmstriders-an ancient order, bound by cosmic law, their purpose entwined with the fate of mortals. With allies lost to the Aether and the echoes of their struggle still reverberating in the stones around them, one question lingered in the heavy silence:
What part had they truly played in a battle older than time itself?
Session 73 | Acquaintances, Old & New
The Brindlefins, having barely caught their breath from the brutal encounter with the bulettes, now found themselves facing a dire choice-outrun the stampeding horrors of the hunting grounds or take a leap of faith from the sheer cliffs beyond the nest. With little hesitation, they took to the skies, using what magic remained to glide into the unknown, plummeting into the deep snows of the Arctic Ab tundra below.
The landing proved more treacherous than anticipated, as the party found themselves wholly swallowed by the impossibly soft, powdery snow. Trapped beneath the surface, the Brindlefins struggled to find one another until Fenfa, ever the resourceful mage, unleashed a blast of flame, melting a great bowl of ice that gave them a foothold to regroup. Yet their respite was short-lived-the bulettes were still in pursuit.
Taking flight once more, the party pressed onward, their surroundings shifting from deep snow to the unforgiving expanse of sheer ice. As they traveled north, the air grew unexpectedly mild, the winds howling with an unnatural warmth. A sudden squall of rain and gales forced the adventurers to take shelter within Fenfa's magical sanctuary, the chaotic weather proving too dangerous to traverse.
When they emerged, the ice plains had transformed into a vast, eerily clear landscape stretching to the horizon. In the distance, a brilliant blue light beckoned them forward. Their Helix Guild guides, though seasoned explorers, could not place this location upon any known maps. Cautiously, the Brindlefins advanced toward the anomaly.
Awaiting them was a figure of striking presence-a human male, clad in immaculate white robes embroidered with gold, his body adorned with intricate golden tattoos. He hovered just above the ice, cross-legged in deep meditation. As the group approached, the being descended with seamless grace, revealing eyes that shone with an intense blue light.
His words were brief but carried immense weight. He named himself Helglir, the ruling dragon of this region. The mention of his father's scent upon the Brindlefins stirred his curiosity, and with a measured apology, he admitted that the wild storm had been an unintended side effect of his meditation. As a sign of goodwill, he welcomed them into his territory.
When questioned about his humanoid form, Helglir obliged the party's curiosity, shifting into his true draconic shape. The sight left many in the group speechless. His immense form dwarfed even Mavros, revealing a majesty that commanded both awe and reverence. Yet as quickly as he transformed, he returned to his human guise, offering an enigmatic smile at their reactions.
One particular matter drew his interest-the soul flame residing within Deogee. Helglir, with an offer of aid, promised to guide the lost soul to its rightful realm in exchange for his assistance when summoned. The agreement was made, and with an effortless tear in the fabric of reality, he freed the soul, sending it to its destined path.
At the party's request for guidance, Helglir simply gestured ahead, revealing that they were already at the gates of Var-Dural, the geothermal city that had been their destination. What should have been days of travel had been erased in an instant.
Within the city, they found a realm unlike any other. The inhabitants were of unique heritage-some unmistakably draconic in origin, while others merely carried hints of draconic ancestry. After delivering the Helix Guild's contract, the illusion of the city's strange nature faded, and Helglir himself vanished into the crowds.
However, the mysteries did not end there. The Sexton was presented with a contract-one that bore his name yet was not his own. Unable to decipher its meaning, he tucked it away for later study.
Now free of their obligations to the Helix Guild, the Brindlefins parted ways with their former guides and sought food and shelter. The Wayfarer's Rest, a local inn, provided them with a place to rest, though it was oddly pristine, as if rarely used. A single golden-trimmed door stood locked, said to be reserved for a blue-eyed human-a detail that lingered in their minds.
Their investigation of the innkeeper led them instead to a most frustratingly familiar face-Rozumin. True to his nature, he had chained the innkeeper to the ceiling in a manner all too reminiscent of the Brindlefins' own past encounter with him. Though groaning at the prospect of dealing with him once again, they steeled themselves for the inevitable.
Rozumin, as always, had his own game to play. He had, in his peculiar way, expedited the party's search for the elusive Realmstrider, Kres. However, rather than delivering him into their hands, he had awoken Kres from his stasis, setting him on a direct path to Var-Dural.
Now, the Brindlefins had only eight hours before Kres arrived, seeking those who had come for him. Determined to confront him away from the city's heart, the party made preparations to meet him beyond the geothermal walls, ready to face whatever fate awaited them in the cold wilds beyond.
Session 72 | Land Shark Pups
With the icy winds of the Arctic Ab howling behind them, the Brindlefins and their Helix Guild allies found themselves locked in a desperate battle against the enraged bulettes. The creatures, massive and armored like the earth itself, surged forth to defend their nesting grounds, their blind fury shaking the very tundra.
Fenfa, unwavering in his stance, formed a bulwark against the rampaging landsharks, ensuring they did not scatter the Brindlefins as they fought to regroup. The others, blades flashing and spells crackling, pushed forward, their only route blocked by the sheer cliff at the nest's edge.
The bulette pups, small but no less ferocious, were culled in the chaos-save for one, captured within a demiplane granted by Feylar, Tolkith's grandfather. Its snarling cries were lost to the ether, but the fury of its kin remained. The adult bulettes, sensing the loss of their brood, redoubled their assault, burrowing through the frozen ground and erupting in deadly arcs.
Hemmed in by the relentless beasts and the abyss below, the Brindlefins faced a choice-stand and fight, or find another way to survive the maelstrom. The icy winds carried their battle cries across the desolate tundra as they braced for whatever fate would demand next.
Session 71 | Rocs & Land Sharks
The Brindlefins' journey continues to be one of peril and resilience as they navigate the treacherous landscapes of the Arctic Ab. Their escape from the collapsing ruins and their encounter with the automaton proved both harrowing and tragic, with the loss of Odosi marking a grim turn in their adventure. Yet, the Sexton's grim mastery over the dead ensured that Odosi's essence was not lost to the void.
In an eerie yet strangely fitting bargain, the Sexton made a new contract with Odosi's lingering soul. The warlock relinquished his old form, reshaping his existence to inhabit Odosi's human skeleton, while the remnants of his former self were woven into a new feline vessel. Now, like Esme before him, Odosi lives on as a cat under the Sexton's watch, his soul bound to the warlock's realm while the Sexton walks in his stead as a man.
Their trek across the frozen wastes revealed the unexpected presence of Girallons, initially thought to be a threat but ultimately found to be mere creatures of play in the snow. Thestreale, in a moment of daring curiosity, embraced their form as her own, though her excursion led to a brief misadventure as part of the group set out in search of her, only to lose their own way in the process.
As they pressed northward, a looming structure appeared in the distance-a great tree with an immense winged beast perched atop. The Brindlefins wisely chose retreat, seeking refuge in the Gnome Hole for respite. Yet, even within the supposed safety of shelter, tension arose as Deogee sensed something was amiss with Fenfa. The flames of uncertainty burned anew within him, leading him to flee into the bitter cold, fearing the volatile remnants of the Flame Dragon's essence within him.
In the icy expanse beyond the Gnome Hole, Deogee found himself at the mercy of transformation, his body shifting under the weight of the draconic fire. It was then that the great Roc, the beast they had seen upon the tree, descended upon him, only to be immolated mid-attack by the dragonfire now coursing through his veins. Fenfa, appearing once more, intervened to siphon the overwhelming energy from Deogee, restoring his friend's mind even as new questions arose about Fenfa's nature and his connection to this strange affliction.
With their group restored, the Brindlefins forged ahead through the snow-covered lands, stumbling upon the aftermath of another party's ill-fated encounter with the Rocs, their eggs, and the vicious Bulettes. Signs of a nesting ground prompted swift action, as they hastened their pace to avoid disturbing the territory further.
Yet, as fate would have it, the Brindlefins found themselves at the edge of a great depression, a colossal crater hundreds of feet in diameter. Within its depths, two concentric rings of Bulettes circled a gathering of newly born infant creatures, their cries echoing across the frozen waste. Whether this discovery spells further peril or an opportunity for insight remains to be seen, as the Brindlefins stand upon the precipice of yet another unfolding mystery in their relentless journey across the tundra.
Session 70 | Sentries & Avalanches
Emerging from the ancient ruins, the Brindlefins and their Helix Guild guides found themselves in a vast, foreboding foyer, its silence shattered by the foreign shouts of high-alert sentry guards. These mechanical guardians, remnants of a forgotten era or alien origin, bore down on the group with projectiles that exploded into fiery chaos. Their shimmering blue shields proved impenetrable at first, frustrating every attempt to halt their relentless assault. It was only through careful observation and trial that the party discerned the secret to bypassing the protective barriers-striking directly at the vulnerable mechanisms beneath.
The battle was ferocious, the sentries' explosive onslaught taking its toll on the Brindlefins. Yet, amidst the chaos, they devised a daring plan for survival. Spotting a fragile glass wall separating them from the icy wilderness beyond, the group shattered it, diving through the frigid opening and into the blinding midday sun.
What followed was a desperate flight across snowbound terrain as their escape triggered a thundering avalanche. The relentless roar of tumbling ice and snow overtook them, forcing the adventurers to battle not just the frozen elements, but also their own exhaustion and fear. Behind them, the one surviving automaton sentry loomed ominously in the distance, a reminder of the danger they had narrowly escaped.
With the cold biting into their bones and the avalanche bearing down, the Brindlefins and their Helix Guild companions now face a new trial. Survival demands resourcefulness and unity as they navigate the treacherous slopes of snow and ice, seeking shelter and a chance to regroup. Their future hangs by a thread, teetering between the promise of safety and the encroaching dangers of the frozen wilderness.
Session 69 | Anti-Ancients
The Brindlefins and their Helix Guild guides ventured into the ancient and enigmatic caverns, a discovery buried under the weight of countless centuries. This marble-clad labyrinth, lined with pedestals bearing indecipherable artifacts, pulsed with a mystery that even potent spells could not unveil. Strange devices emitted garbled voices and foreign melodies, their purpose as alien as the runes etched into the walls. Driven by the Helix Guild's mandate to claim relics of the past, the group began cautiously gathering what they could.
Yet, not all was inert. Spectral beings, cloaked in shadow and bone, stalked the corridors. These guardians faltered and crumbled under the party's determined advance. Deeper still, the adventurers stumbled upon a chamber alive with ancient activity: a laboratory filled with skeletal workers oblivious to their presence, their tasks a haunting echo of a long-dead civilization.
Within this laboratory, the Brindlefins unearthed foreboding parchments, charts of a world-ending event, and the image of Eukrylix-a monstrous, world-consuming entity. The knowledge chilled them, revealing this realm as one cursed with anti-magic properties, leaving the Brindlefins' own arcane powers unpredictable.
Pressing on, they encountered a towering device emitting intense heat, its column of fire leading them to a stone silo. At its summit lay another marvel: a corridor of glass and metal, housing complex apparatuses and intricate tables. Raeven's nimble fingers unlocked a heavily fortified door, triggering a brief but ominous alarm and activating a sentry. The resulting combat tested their ingenuity, but through trial, they discovered the constructs faltered against their own realm's magic. With this knowledge, the group overcame the defenses and pressed forward.
Emerging into a brightly lit balcony, the party faced a parlor fortified by additional sentries. As they braced for yet another battle, they realized that each step deeper into the labyrinth demanded not only their strength but their wits, pitting them against challenges both physical and cerebral. Their survival, and the secrets of this lost civilization, hung in the balance as they prepared to confront the ancient guardians anew.
Session 68 | Verticle Chase
The Brindlefins set out toward Var-Dural in the icy expanse of the Arctic Ab, guided by five members of Helix's Guild. Their journey began under the harsh embrace of the north's unpredictable weather. On the first day, a storm of unrelenting intensity delayed their progress by half a day, extending the already daunting ten-day trek. By the next day, though the skies cleared somewhat, visibility remained poor as the group pressed onward, navigating unfamiliar ridges and towering ice formations that had seemingly appeared since the guides' last venture through the region.
As they traversed this treacherous landscape, a haunting howl carried on the wind, warning them of an approaching threat. The howl belonged to a pack of Nightgarms-terrifying lupine creatures capable of transforming dire wolves into their monstrous kin. The group fled, using magic and summons to delay their pursuers. Their desperate flight led them to a sheer wall of ice, a frozen obstacle towering against the sky. With no alternative, the party began climbing, flying, and scaling the ice wall, each movement shadowed by the relentless pursuit of the Nightgarms. Below, the pack's dire wolf thralls snarled and snapped, unable to follow their transformed brethren up the vertical face.
The chase grew more perilous as the Nightgarms ascended the wall after them. The adventurers fought with everything they had, hurling their pursuers back into the icy depths below, only to see fresh transformations swell the pack's numbers. With the combined strength of the Brindlefins and the Helix Guild members, they pushed onward, climbing higher until they discovered an archway hidden within the wall itself. Seizing this chance, the party plunged into the safety of the icy tunnel.
In the final moments of their escape, they dispatched the last of the Nightgarms, sending the vicious creatures plummeting to a lethal end. Now, within the depths of this undiscovered passage, the Brindlefins and their allies are faced with a choice: continue their journey to Var-Dural or delve deeper into the enigmatic relic that promises untold secrets within the frozen north.
Session 67 | Kuhltan Helix Outpost
The Brindlefins, with newfound resolve, took to the skies under Thestreale's guidance, her abilities transporting the group through the mystical currents of the natural world to the Verdant Kin within Mistvale. Their arrival, marked by the serene yet commanding presence of Nyxara, the Veiled Liberator, drew immediate attention. Eldria, the steadfast leader of the Kin, greeted them amidst a stirring of whispers, curiosity giving way to the gravity of the Brindlefins' revelations.
One by one, the adventurers recounted the intricate threads of their journey: the tumultuous fates of the Original Realmstriders, the shadowy machinations of Rozumin, the elusive Zephyr, and the awe-inspiring revelation of Bahamut's lingering presence in the mortal plane. Eldria, though steady, seemed momentarily caught in the whirlpool of revelations. Her gaze betrayed the weight of understanding, as she pieced together the burgeoning role this unlikely band played in the grand tapestry of events.
After moments of deep contemplation and a council with the Kin, Eldria shared a pivotal truth - Aurelius, the ancient being tied to their journey, was bonded to a rider named Kres, last seen venturing into the unforgiving Arctic Ab. With Eldria's blessing and the promise of safe passage to the northern expanse, the Brindlefins turned their thoughts toward preparation.
Upon returning to Brindlewind, the group focused on equipping themselves for the perilous journey. Ealla offered her last citillas to Stet, who ventured to Illreenna's Incredible Iron and returned with a remarkable amulet. This treasure, a gateway to a pocket dimension, promised refuge amid the frigid wilds, its tiny animated garden gnomes ensuring the group's needs - though their sustenance proved less than satisfying.
Gathering once more, the Brindlefins activated the Verdant Kin's transportation circle, their vision shifting to the icy expanse of the Kuhltan Helix Outpost. The guild, a rugged outpost against the Arctic's might, bustled with seekers of relics and merchants navigating frozen trade routes. Here they encountered Koda, a towering figure cloaked in polar bear fur, whose commanding presence matched the unforgiving landscape. Koda, recognizing their resolve, introduced them to a cadre of trusted guides to aid their journey.
The guides were as diverse as the Brindlefins themselves: Dym, the compassionate halfling cleric; Area Groundsmasher, the stoic earth genasi barbarian; Niamtuusterdas, a bronze dragonborn whose formidable aura demanded respect; Silver, a Goliath ranger accompanied by his polar bear companion Pearl; and Odosi, an aasimar paladin whose radiant demeanor belied a tempered steel within.
Together, they embarked toward the northern city of Var-Dural, a bastion of life carved from the ice. If Kres had passed through the Arctic Ab, Var-Dural would hold the clues to his journey. Braving the relentless cold, the Brindlefins pressed onward, their path illuminated by the determination that bound them as a group. In the unforgiving Northern Wastes, their story continued to unfold, their fates intricately woven into the frozen tapestry of the unknown.
Session 65-66 | A Moment in Time
As the Brindlefins trudged back into the cobblestone streets of Brindlewind, their hearts bore the weight of the trials in the Feywild and the cost of their battles. Tolkith's absence, a painful void left by the False Hydra's carnage, was softened only by the new companions who had joined their ranks. Payprus, now exiled from the Seelie Court, stood among the Brindlefins like a spectral thread in their tapestry of fate. Curiously, his arrival stirred an unsettling recognition within the group, hinting at encounters that had perhaps unraveled across other timelines or planes.
As Payprus and Thestreale mingled among the townsfolk, their steps carried a mix of curiosity and quiet purpose, weaving ties that might yet bind the Brindlefins closer to the fabric of Brindlewind. Meanwhile, Raven and her companion, Icarus, a fallen aasimar, retreated to the forest's embrace, keen on replenishing the town's stores with game and foraging the winter's last gifts.
Within the bounds of the Widow's Watch, the Sexton ventured into the haunting remnants of Sister Aeryn's stewardship. The subtle hum of radiant energy, a remnant of the divine, stirred his darkly honed senses. Displeased by its lingering effects, the Sexton cast a curse of Fear upon the land - a grim warning for all who might tread too close to that hallowed ground.
At the Guild House, the Brindlefins welcomed Azraq, his sister, and Celephine Stet, a metallic dragonborn mage, to their fold. Together with the Greyscales, the adventurers convened to piece together the intricate puzzle of their fate. Threads of mystery wove through their discussions: Calem's revelation of the Convergence - a cataclysmic unraveling of planes halted by the bonds of dragons and Realmstriders - sparked uneasy realizations. The ancient Eukrylix, a divine predator born of Janthrir, the Reaper of Fortunes, loomed as a shadow over their tales. Calem's connection to Brindlewind, deeper than first imagined, and Mayor Garvol's guarded past painted the town as a fulcrum upon which the scales of Ethoria's fate might tilt.
Driven by urgency, the Brindlefins resolved to seek the Verdant Kin in Eldria. This elusive order might yet hold the keys to countering Aurelius, the mad dragon, and stabilizing the bonds that kept Ethoria's planes tethered.
Session 64 | The Fey Heist
On the eve of the Crowning Coronation, the Brindlefins found themselves embroiled in a plot steeped in intrigue and peril. The queen, unable to act openly, had whispered her intent to Azraq, urging a midnight rendezvous in the Dryad's grove. There, he met Payprus, the enigmatic Firbolg sorcerer and council member of the Seelie Court. Gifted with a warding amulet to nullify alarm runes and two vials of potent draught to incapacitate guards, Azraq learned of the true prize's location - the Seelie Vault.
Yet, the heist bore complexities beyond stealth. Violence was taboo in the Seelie Court, necessitating a more cunning disruption. The coronation's legitimacy itself became the fulcrum of their plot. Payprus, willing to defy his station, offered his seat on the Council to aid the Brindlefins covertly, thus enlisting them in a gambit to wrest the crown from the vault.
Reluctant but resolute, the Brindlefins forged ahead. The sleeping draught rendered sentinels inert, while the amulet shielded them from magical alarms. Within the vault, they encountered an Automaton, a sentry not of mere programming but intellect. The construct forbade violence and warned against theft, its steely gaze unwavering. A tense exchange followed, during which Elyndra, Azraq's ingenious artificer sister, scrutinized the crown's authenticity. Her discovery was startling - the crown was a counterfeit.
Unwilling to relent, the Brindlefins confronted the Automaton, buying Elyndra precious moments to investigate the pedestal. The ensuing battle was a test of their resolve. As they subdued the sentry, a hidden mechanism revealed a sealed metallic box beneath the false crown. A sinister aura emanated from the artifact, gnawing at the minds of all present. Understanding the growing peril, the group fled the vault under the shroud of stealth.
Their return to their chambers was short-lived, for soon the Court summoned them. News of the vault's breach had spread like wildfire. In a deft maneuver, the Brindlefins confessed their involvement. Payprus, with an air of quiet dignity, claimed responsibility, renouncing his place on the Council. Exiled alongside the Brindlefins, the Firbolg joined them as they returned to the Prime Material Plane.
There, in Brindlewind, the eerie temporal disparity of the Feywild was laid bare. Though the Brindlefins had braved a world of timeless wonder, mere moments had passed in their homeland. Ealla, their companion, stood at the spot they had departed, her demeanor unchanged, as if they had never left.
Thus, the Brindlefins emerged from the Seelie Court's labyrinth of schemes with a potent mystery in hand and new uncertainties awaiting in Brindlewind. Their tale, bound by courage and cunning, continued to unfurl, its threads weaving ever deeper into the fabric of destiny.
Session 63 | The Seelie Court
In the wake of their triumph over the False Hydra, the Brindlefins devoted themselves to the solemn duty of restoring Lorasglen. The dead were buried with reverence, their names remembered as the melodies of the monstrous curse finally faded. Among the living, fragmented memories began to piece together the story of a village shrouded in enforced isolation - a curse of silence and shadow broken by the bravery of these adventurers.
Among the village's rediscovered truths, Sexton, the enigmatic Undead Warlock, uncovered fragments of ancient lore. These hinted at the deliberate suppression of arcane knowledge, whether as a precaution against calamities like the Hydra or as a means of consolidating power centuries ago. Such questions lingered as the party turned their focus to their greater purpose: delivering the crown of fey power to the Seelie Court.
Their journey culminated at the Court's grand entrance, a realm where time seemed to fold and bend beneath the watchful eyes of Centaurian sentries. Upon presenting the crown, it was locked within an arcane coffer and delivered to the King and Queen of the Seelie. Their advisor, Elyndra, a Vedalken mage of unerring precision, confirmed its authenticity. Yet even as the adventurers fulfilled their mission, a sense of unease crept among them.
Azraq, Elyndra's brother and the party's newly assigned escort, confided his misgivings about the Court's intentions. He painted a dire picture of the impending coronation ceremony and implored the Brindlefins to aid him in preventing what he believed to be a dangerous misuse of the artifact. His pleas found sympathetic ears among the adventurers, their own trials steeping them in suspicion of unchecked authority.
As they considered Azraq's request, the Brindlefins encountered a kindred spirit in Celephine Stet, a male Dragonborn who had been stranded in the Feywild. His concealed presence at the gathering masked a deep--seated resolve to find a way back to the Prime Material Plane. Seeing the Brindlefins as a potential means to this end, he offered his aid with a pragmatism borne of necessity.
Thus, an alliance was forged in the face of growing uncertainty. Azraq's earnest desire to thwart the coronation, combined with Celephine's pragmatic assistance, set the stage for a tense confrontation with the very Court they had come to serve. Together, they resolved to uncover the truth of the crown's power and the ramifications of its use.
Session 62 | A Forgotten Companion
The Brindlefins sat within the safety of Tolkith's Magnificent Mansion, a refuge crafted beyond the reach of the False Hydra's insidious melody. Shielded from its song's influence, the group prepared for the grim work ahead. Deogee, having lost his weapon in the harrowing fight against the Froghemoths, called upon his companions to aid in crafting a new one. Through their combined efforts, they forged the Dawn Bringer Maul, a radiant sentinel imbued with purpose and light.
Morning broke, and with it came resolve. After sharing the strength of a Heroes' Feast, the Brindlefins descended into the cavernous depths beneath Lorasglen. The path was littered with the remains of the Hydra's long reign - Centaurs left lifeless and forgotten, victims of the creature's ability to erase not just life, but memory itself. At the heart of the cavern, they found it - a monstrous thing of skeletal heads and dripping ichor, slumbering amidst its grisly domain.
The Brindlefins struck, their assault swift and precise, but the Hydra was an ancient horror of cunning and strength. As it awakened, its melody intensified, clawing at their minds and unraveling their sense of self. Memories wavered, but the party stood firm, piecing together its vulnerability through the chaos of battle. Arcane force, they realized, was its bane, and the group unleashed their most devastating spells to exploit this weakness.
Among them, Tolkith loosed a disintegrate spell, its emerald beam tearing through the Hydra's mass. The creature roared, its skeletal heads thrashing in agony, and turned its fury upon the Satyr Bard. With unrelenting malice, the Hydra struck Tolkith down, consuming both his soul and his memories in its final, spiteful act. As the last of the Hydra fell, the melody ceased, and the oppressive fog lifted from Lorasglen, leaving the cavern in an eerie silence.
The victory was hard-won but hollow. Tolkith's lifeless body remained, an empty vessel bereft of the spark that once animated him. In the stillness, Ovek, the Shapechanger Warlock, made a dark and fateful choice. Drawing his Soul Reaving Scythe, he infused the body with the corrupted soul of Holareth, a former ally twisted by shadow. The soulless shell of Tolkith stirred, now animated by rage and despair. The corrupted entity lashed out, a storm of wrath threatening to destroy all around it.
It was the Sexton who acted decisively, wielding his arcane urn to capture the corrupted form and bring the rampage to an end. The cavern grew quiet once more, the echoes of their battle fading into the void.
Though the Hydra was no more, the Brindlefins departed the caverns heavy with grief. Lorasglen was freed from its curse, but the cost was high. Tolkith, their bard and companion, was truly gone, his essence devoured by the Hydra's malevolence. Now burdened by the events in the cavern, the party turned their focus to the crown they carried, their next steps unclear but resolute in the face of what awaited.
Session 61 | A Forgetful Melody
Amid the shimmering yet treacherous landscapes of the Feywild, the Brindlefins forged onward, hearts still heavy from their fiery escape from the Beeble hives. Guided by Tolkith's bardic magic, the group sought to traverse the unpredictable realm without drawing the ire of its many perils. However, fate had other designs when they were discovered by a centurion scout named Thyron. With grace and authority, he invited them to his village, Lorasglen, promising rest and safe passage.
Lorasglen, a grove of serene beauty, welcomed them with a mystical ambiance. The village was nestled in a crater-like expanse, its huts woven into massive trees, and crowned by a central arboreal titan whose crystal-like leaves refracted sunlight into cascading rainbows. Thyron introduced the group to the High Speaker, a venerable centaur matriarch. The leader's blessing ensured the Brindlefins' safety in the grove and access to its healers, providing the respite they so desperately needed.
During this time, Thestreale found relief from a curse etched upon her by her former companion, Lavender. The skilled healers of Lorasglen dispelled the malign enchantment, freeing her from the curse that denied her healing. The atmosphere of the grove, enhanced by an ever-present, blissful melody, lulled the group into a rare peace, temporarily soothing their grief over Fenfa's recent loss.
Yet beneath the surface, all was not as it seemed. The group gradually noticed a disquieting incongruity: the grove, with its multitude of huts, housed only a sparse population of centaurs. This, paired with the enchanting melodies that seemed to emanate from the very air, stirred unease. Some members of the party grew suspicious as memories of Fenfa seemed inexplicably distant, shrouded in a fog of forgetfulness.
Their investigation uncovered an insidious truth. A haunting bardic tune lured part of the group into the woods, where an invisible presence - a pillow of sorts - revealed the concealed Fenfa, awakening him from a strange, dream-like torpor. When the party regrouped, it became apparent that their memories of Lorasglen had been tampered with, sparking urgent questions about the grove's mysterious charm.
The High Speaker herself seemed unaware of the grove's dark secret, a realization that came too late. The Brindlefins were guided into a cavern where the source of the grove's melody was laid bare - a False Hydra, a monstrous creature whose hypnotic song erased memories of its victims. As part of the party succumbed to its melody, others managed to snap the High Speaker out of her trance.
Realizing the peril, the Brindlefins retreated, relying on Tolkith's conjured refuge to regroup. Now, they face a harrowing decision: how to confront this monstrous threat and protect the remaining centaurs of Lorasglen from its sinister influence.
Session 60 | Fey Flowers and Bee'bles
The Brindlefins found themselves at a crossroads, tasked with delivering a crown to the Seelie Court yet bereft of guidance. Ovek, the shapechanger warlock, sought direction from his patron, The Great Old One, and through eldritch communion, a path was revealed. With caution, they ventured deeper into the unpredictable landscape of the Feywild.
Their journey brought them face-to-face with a familiar, sprawling plant - a twisted version of the corpse flower seen back in the Black Mist Swamps. Initial curiosity quickly turned to chaos as eldritch blasts provoked the central, monstrous stalk of the plant. The Brindlefins fled, narrowly avoiding the clutches of the massive bloom.
As they caught their breath, they stumbled upon a graveyard of bones and decaying insect husks - a territory claimed by a far more sinister creature. Navigating this hazardous domain, they found themselves high within a network of towering hives woven through the canopy. These hives were home to the Beebles, towering, four-legged bee-like creatures with fearsome claws, stingers, and a hunger for fresh prey.
Two Beebles, eyeing the Brindlefins as a meal, launched an attack. Despite the chaos, the Brindlefins vanquished one of the creatures, but not without setting the hives ablaze in the process. The last Beeble, panicked and desperate, attempted to flee, only to be reduced to flaming chunks by the party's relentless assault. As the fire raged through the hives, the Brindlefins used the confusion to escape the swarming Beebles, leaving the inferno behind.
Session 59 | Fey Gullet
With the Brindlefin's mission for Faelar halfway complete, they now faced a perilous journey through the Feywild. Charged with escorting two Seelie court guardsmen back to the council, the adventurers bid farewell to Faelar, who entrusted the crown to them, with the task of ensuring its safe delivery to his kin, Tolkith, so that he could present it to the Seelie Court Council.
Their exit from Faelar's realm came in dramatic fashion, through a doorway perched high above a cascading waterfall deep within the untamed wilderness of the Feywild. Without hesitation, the Brindlefins leapt from the doorway, plummeting toward the verdant canopy far below. However, disaster struck as the two fae guardsmen, distracted and unaware of the oncoming danger, collided with sharp rocks jutting from the waterfall's cliffside. The impact was fatal, turning their once regal forms into nothing more than crimson mist, painting the lush foliage below.
Unshaken by the loss of their escort, the Brindlefins skillfully guided themselves toward the foaming waters at the waterfall's base, where a deep, swift river awaited. Upon reaching the shore, the group took a moment to catch their breath and observe the surreal flora of the Feywild, a landscape teeming with vibrant, otherworldly life. Yet, their respite was brief, for the waters were far from safe.
Giant eyes emerged from the river's surface - eyes belonging to none other than the dreaded Froghemoth. As if the first one was not enough, a second lay in ambush on the shore, its immense tongue lashing out and ensnaring Ovek, pulling him toward its gaping maw.
A fierce battle erupted, the Brindlefins springing into action against the monstrous amphibians. Their blades flashed and spells crackled as they fought to free their companion and rid themselves of the threat. However, as one Froghemoth fell, its death throes attracted even more hungry creatures from the depths, drawn by the scent of fresh blood. The Brindlefins fought with increasing urgency, eventually dispatching the beasts and fleeing the treacherous waters.
Now, without an escort, their path unclear, the group sought shelter in the unfamiliar wilds, needing time to regroup and plan their next move. Their mission was far from over, and the dangers of the Feywild were just beginning to reveal themselves.
Session 58 | Lich Arena
Amidst the echoes of the arena's chaotic clash, a sinister revelation unfolded. The Brindlefins, now captives of Edris, Raevin's former master, found themselves pitted against one another in a cruel trick of illusion. Ovek, Fenfa, and Deogee, misled by their purple collars, saw their companions as demons, and soon blades were drawn, each strike driven by deception. The pit sands, once a place of combat for mere sport, became a battleground of internal struggle.
As the frenzy raged, an elderly Firbolg, mysterious and foreboding, descended into the arena with a message that pierced through the chaos: "She is here." His warning hinted at an even darker force at play, and it soon became clear why.
The collars, once the symbols of control, shattered as Ovek, Fenfa, and Deogee realized their foes were none other than their own allies. But the relief of recognition was brief. Before their eyes, the body of Edris crumbled, revealing a grotesque arm, undead and grasping, reaching from his chest to seize the coveted crown. The true terror emerged in the form of Lavender, the decayed Lich they had bested only days before. Now, with the crown upon her head and the dark tome of Sister Aeryn in hand, she stood more formidable than ever.
The Brindlefins, their bonds rekindled by the fall of the collars, faced Lavender in a battle of desperation. This fight was different - a last stand against a foe they knew could rise again. With Faelar at their side, and a critical decision made in the heat of battle, Ovek embraced a new power, pledging himself to "The Great Old One." In exchange, Lavender's reign ended as swiftly as it began. Her head, adorned with the crown, and Ovek were transported to Faelar, sealing the fate of their undead foe.
Edris and Lavender no longer cast their shadows over the Brindlefins, but their journey was far from over. Led by Nyxara, Ovek's former patron, who now took a curious interest in Raevin, the group pressed forward.
Session 57 | The Shadowfey's Capture
In the aftermath of the battle with the Flame Dragon, the Brindlings, weary and wounded, fled into the sparse forest, seeking solace beneath the thinning canopy. Yet, the land itself seemed to turn against them, as the ground where the dragon had fallen began to smolder, spreading a fiery blight into the surrounding woods. The once safe haven transformed into a perilous trap, with flames licking at their heels.
As they pressed on, trying to outpace the encroaching fire, the group caught sight of dark figures - Shadowfae Darklings - mounted on swift steeds, combing the area for those responsible for the dragon's demise. The Brindlings, knowing they were pursued, resorted to a desperate blend of stealth, evasion, and misdirection. Thestreale, in a bid to buy time, summoned a small pack of Blink Dogs. However, the beasts were inadvertently set aflame by Deogee's fiery aura, turning them into living torches that only hastened the fire's spread through the forest.
Their plight worsened as the Darklings' forces converged, herding the Brindlings toward a nearby fortified outpost, a looming structure set against the shadowed desert. In a bold attempt to breach the outpost's defenses, Deogee unleashed a molten fury upon its sandstone walls, reducing them to a bubbling sludge and igniting fires within the stronghold. Yet, the Darklings were relentless, surrounding the group, while two darkling mages circled behind, stripping the Brindlings of their magical defenses with staffs that gleamed ominously in the dim light.
Captured and shackled, the Brindlings were marched without resistance to the heart of the outpost, the very location they had sought within the Shadowfey. Deogee, separated from the others, could only watch as his companions were dragged to a dank cellar dungeon and chained to the walls. The group attempted an escape, finding the locks brittle and easy to break, but as they neared the exit, an overwhelming fatigue claimed them, and they collapsed into a deep slumber.
When they awoke, they found themselves back in chains, Fenfa missing from their number. This time, the bars and locks were stronger, resisting their every effort to escape. Raevin, focusing her remaining strength, managed to teleport to the stairwell, only to fall into the same unnatural sleep as before.
Another awakening, another loss - this time, Ovek was gone. Their predicament grew more dire as a dark elf appeared, welcoming Raevin back and offering strange thanks to Thestreale before departing. With his exit, the cell itself began to shift, morphing into a stairway that led down to a sand-strewn floor.
Upon their exit, the Brindlings found themselves in a vast arena, their missing companions standing opposite them, each bearing a collar with a glowing purple gem - the same sinister hue as the gem set within the crown they sought. And there, emerging from a massive Onyx foundry, was Deogee, blazing with the essence of the Flame Dragon, a similar collar encircling his neck, its gem pulsing with a dark power. The stage was set for a dire confrontation, the Brindlings facing not only their enemies but also the twisted fate of their own allies.
Session 56 | The Shadowfey's Flame
As the Brindlings gathered their courage and resolve, they prepared to journey into the perilous Shadowfey, where the Crown of Council Member Edris awaited their daring theft. Raevin, their enigmatic guide, led the way with an air of caution, urging the group to maintain silence as they delved deeper into the unknown.
Upon pushing through the dense forest brush, the Brindlings emerged into a vast dunescape, a harsh terrain of sand and stone. Before them, multiple fortresses loomed ominously in the distance, their stone walls barely visible through the shimmering heat of the sunlit sands. Despite the group's remarkable stealth, their presence did not go unnoticed. A massive Flame Dragon, rumored to be the loyal pet of Council Member Edris himself, soared overhead, its eyes blazing with fury as it spotted the intruders within its domain.
A fierce and swift battle erupted. The Brindlings, seasoned and resourceful, fought with every ounce of their strength, but the Flame Dragon, though formidable, was not destined to remain in this realm for long. With a final, thunderous roar, the creature fell, its fiery essence extinguished, leaving the Brindlings standing victorious but wary of what lay ahead.
The whispers of this dragon's connection to Edris had proven true, deepening the mystery of the Shadowfey and the dangerous path the Brindlings now tread.
Session 55 | Grandfather's Gifts
The Brindlefins, having traversed the winding labyrinth of the Feywild, now found themselves before the grand courtyard of a looming mansion, its presence both ominous and inviting. The courtyard, bathed in the soft glow of eternal twilight, was alive with revelry. Enchanted music and ethereal laughter filled the air, luring the party members into the heart of the festivities. Yet, these temptations were not without consequence. Each Brindlefin, drawn into the dance of the Fey, found themselves both blessed and cursed - gifts of magic and misfortune bestowed upon those who could not resist the allure.
Amidst this chaotic harmony, Tolkith alone managed to resist the enchantments long enough to reach the mansion's gate. With resolve, he climbed the grand stairs, his footsteps echoing in the stillness that lay beyond the revels. At the threshold, a young fae male, radiating otherworldly charm, greeted the party and offered them a choice among three treasures. After some deliberation, they chose an amulet, its surface shimmering with latent power.
Informed that "Grandfather" awaited them on the fifth floor, the Brindlefins began their ascent, only to be met by formidable opposition. Magical sentinels, clad in impenetrable armor, barred their way at every turn. These guardians were relentless, their methods varied - some requiring stealth, others demanding precision. The party had to adapt, utilizing their wits and skills to overcome each sentinel. The challenge culminated in a final test, where the only path to the fifth floor was revealed through a mere touch of the ceiling. Upon reaching the fifth floor, the group was once again presented with a choice among three items, this time selecting an intricate wand, its craftsmanship both delicate and powerful, hinting at the potent magic it held within.
At last, they stood before Faelar, the so-called "Grandfather" of Tolkith. Towering above them at a colossal 15 feet, the satyr radiated an aura of ancient power. Yet, as he greeted them, he revealed that his form was but one of many he could take, his true nature far more enigmatic. Faelar, who had been known by many names, including "The Great Old One," handed Tolkith a deck of cards, fulfilling a promise long made.
With a wry smile, Faelar offered the party boons and favors, but not without a price. As a sign of goodwill, he gifted them a newly acquired asset - Raevin, a figure of mystery and talent, who had once served another. Faelar's request was simple yet fraught with peril: to retrieve a crown from Edris, an adversarial council member of another court and Raevin's former master. The Brindlefins now found themselves bound to this task, the weight of Fey politics pressing heavily upon their shoulders as they contemplated the challenges that lay ahead.
Session 54 | Grandfather's Labrynith
The Brindlefins gathered in the Black Diamond, contemplating their next moves. They decided to spend the day resting and unwinding, enjoying drinks and other forms of relaxation as they waited for the lingering radiant effects at the alchemist's shop to fade. Their respite was interrupted when Jericho entered with a request for Thestreale to move from her position. Before anyone could respond, Breezan unexpectedly fell from the ceiling and crashed into the table, knocking himself unconscious.
Thestreale and Tolkith quickly attended to Breezan's injuries. When he regained consciousness a few hours later, he was disoriented, with no memory of his surroundings or past. In an attempt to jog his memory, Thestreale accompanied him through the streets of Brindlewind, but nothing seemed familiar to him.
After their rest, the group returned to the alchemist's shop. They found the basement aglow with a strange yellow aura, the remnants of the undead reduced to dust. Among the debris, they discovered a pair of manacles that emitted the same yellow light and burned upon contact, suggesting a dangerous enchantment.
Meanwhile, Ealla took stock of the town's condition and found that the villagers were struggling to meet their basic needs. With a compassionate heart, she decided to stay behind and assist the community.
The remaining Brindlefins decided to continue their quest for allies and ventured into the Feywild. Tolkith summoned his messenger, Mirnok, to aid in their passage. Using a magical scroll, they opened a portal and stepped through, entering a realm of mystery and wonder.
Upon entering, they found themselves in a vast Labyrinth. While navigating its complex pathways, Tolkith uncovered a central pedestal that displayed hidden script when touched. The group pressed on, discovering colored orbs hidden within the maze and battling fierce guardian minotaurs. Through their perseverance, they solved the puzzle and were transported to a new location.
They arrived at the entrance of a grand, iron-gated mansion. There, they were instructed to select a party favor-a key-and informed that Tolkith's grandfather awaited them on the fifth floor. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, they prepared to delve into the mansion and unveil its mysteries.
Session 53 | Recklessness & Royalty
As the Brindlefins aided in the aftermath of the town's attack by the lich, they faced the grim reality of their foe's lingering threat. This lich, once known as Lavender, had been Thestreale's traveling companion before joining the group. Although the party had managed to slay the lich, its phylactery remained missing, likely taken by Rozumin. This discovery weighed heavily on their minds as they sought to restore peace to Brindlewind.
The Brindlefins quickly sought to uncover the mysteries that had unfolded during their absence. Their attention was drawn to Sister Aeryn, who had been behaving strangely for some time. Seizing a rare moment when her basement door was ajar, Fenfa used his magical invisibility to slip inside and investigate the darkness within.
With Fenfa's findings and a shout to the group, Deogee was able to discover a concealed entrance leading to a tunnel beneath Sister Aeryn's alchemist shop and home. Descriptions of the underground chamber revealed the sinister workings of Rozumin, who had established a small shop dedicated to Fleshomancy.
Tolkith, in his characteristic humor, quipped, "Now only if we had a 'Holy Hand Grenade'!" This remark spurred Fenfa into action. Remembering the radiant orb bestowed upon them by Mistress Eldria, Fenfa decided it was time to use it. He and Lyrian coordinated an evacuation of the alchemist shop and its occupants, ensuring everyone's safety before Fenfa descended into the basement with the Holy Hand Grenade. Setting off the radiant orb, Fenfa was swiftly retrieved through the hidden entrance, only to face ridicule for his perceived recklessness. Deogee, Ovek, and E-on then stood vigil over the now brightly illuminated area, where the radiant light would persist for at least another day.
Meanwhile, Ealla, Thestreale, and Tolkith ventured to the Guild Hall, where they were greeted warmly by Korga and a new guild member, Dammir. Korga, steadfast in his loyalty, revealed Ealla's royal heritage to the guild. Dammir directed the trio to the training grounds at the back, where they could converse with Syria. The guild members, now aware of Ealla's true status, lavished her and her companions with the respect and treatment befitting royalty.
In the training grounds, Syria challenged Ealla, Thestreale, and Tolkith to demonstrate their teamwork by attempting to touch or harm her. After considerable effort and coordination, they managed to graze her chin, earning Syria's approval and her continued mentorship.
With their immediate tasks completed, the Brindlefins reconvened at the Black Diamond Inn. There, Alara welcomed the familiar faces, providing them with a place to regroup and discuss their next moves. As they awaited the dissipation of the Holy Hand Grenade's radiant effects, they plotted their forthcoming adventures and shared tales of their recent exploits, strengthening their bond and resolve for the challenges ahead.
Session 52 | Puppets
The Brindlefins, having taken their respite at the Lotus Guild House, prepared for their next journey. As discussions about their future unfolded, Ealla decided to seek an audience with the Mayor. Accompanied by bodyguards Deogee and Korga, she ventured to the Mayor's residence. There, they encountered the Mayor's Assistant and Rozumin in a heated discussion. Rozumin, ever the showman, presented Ealla with a campaign flier emblazoned with "Rozumin for Mayor" and his grinning visage.
Ignoring Rozumin's antics, Ealla focused on the Mayor's Assistant, an Elf whose eloquence painted a vivid picture of the village. It became clear that despite Garvol's title, it was the Assistant who wielded real power, often deferring critical decisions to the Mayor. Ealla, sensing the futility of pressing further, returned to the Guild House to strategize with the group, while Deogee made his way to the smithy.
Meanwhile, E-On, Ovek, and Icaris were out hunting when the tranquility was shattered by screams from the village. Thestreale, driven by curiosity, followed a peculiar creature - a blend of various animals, likely a creation of Rozumin. The creature led her to a macabre ritual site near the cave where the Brindlefins first met. Seven stones bore sacrifices, their blood converging into a central pillar, spiraling upwards to a familiar figure hovering ominously. Lavender, once an innocent girl who had traveled with Thestreale, now an undead creature with cold, blue-white eyes, looked down upon her.
Attempting to flee, Thestreale was ensnared, becoming Lavender's puppet. Back at the Guild House, Ealla greeted Tolkith and Schesintra. Suddenly, a crash from the roof followed by a draconic command demanded attention - Garvol, in his dragon form, had arrived.
The group rallied to confront Lavender, now a fledgling lich, and her puppet Thestreale. Despite their efforts, the battle inflicted significant damage on Brindlewind's townsfolk. E-On, interpreting Thestreale's actions as betrayal, sought guidance from his patron, receiving a vision urging the capture of Rozumin. Determined, he headed to the Forge.
The Mayor's Assistant, arriving post-battle, reassured the townsfolk with promises of gold and praised the Lotus Guild's role in their defense. Amid the chaos, Sister Aeryn, calling for her lost creation Lavender, faced Thestreale's wrath. In a fit of rage, Thestreale decapitated Sister Aeryn, uncovering a dark, leather-bound book, which Fenfa swiftly claimed.
Thestreale, remorseful and desperate, attempted a resurrection ritual, inadvertently reincarnating Sister Aeryn as a Bugbear, with no memory of recent events. Deogee escorted the confused Aeryn home, discovering a locked basement filled with dark secrets.
Now aware of the lost onyx stone believed to be Lavender's phylactery and the mysteries hidden by Sister Aeryn, the Brindlefins must plan their next steps, including the possible removal of Rozumin from power.
Session 51 | Friemenies?
The Brindlefins, after finishing their conversation with Calem at the Verdant Kin, decided that there was nothing more to be done for Holareth and began their journey back to Brindlewind using Thestreale's Transport via Plants spell.
Upon arrival in Brindlewind, each member set off to pursue their own interests. Ovek, who had never seen snow before, was fascinated by the falling flakes, while the rest of the Brindlefins noted the increasing snowfall, a clear sign that the cold and snow from Aurelius' lair were spreading.
The group noticed the presence of another familiar group of adventurers in Brindlewind: the Greyscales. The Brindlefins had previously faced their Simulacrums during the Festival in Runeswick. Intrigued by their presence, the Brindlefins sat down with Zelara, a sorceress and purple Tiefling from the Greyscales. Zelara revealed that the Greyscales were led to Brindlewind because they were told they would be needed there. Over the past few weeks, the Greyscales had been aiding the village and helping to grow the Lotus Guild. This revelation was met with mixed feelings among the Brindlefins, as some were displeased to see another group taking up their role in aiding Brindlewind.
With new allies in town and the lingering threat of Aurelius' expanding winter, the Brindlefins must decide their next course of action amidst the changing dynamics in Brindlewind.
Session 50 | Allies Lost and Found
In the dim recesses of the Verdant Kin, the Brindlefins took their much-needed respite, now joined by the enigmatic Changeling Warlock, Ovek. Their rest was abruptly shattered as E-on and Ealla, both Brindlefins taken by Rozumin, were hurled back through a vortex at the Lamewood Inn, landing directly atop Ovek. The sudden reunion jolted the group into action, as they gathered to decide the fate of Haloreth, now a captive Shadow Soul under Ovek's dominion. The choice lay between resurrecting Haloreth or guiding his soul to the afterlife.
Their deliberations were deepened by conversations with Calem and Eldria, who shared critical insights about the Realmstriders. Despite this newfound knowledge, the decision remained a weighty one. Ultimately, the Brindlefins resolved to press on, seeking the necessary components for the ritual to restore Haloreth, guided by Calem's expertise.
As they prepared for this daunting task, the shadows of past encounters and the uncertainty of their mission loomed large.
Session 49 | A Vale Lifted
The Brindlefins, weary from battle and loss, sought respite in the enigmatic Shadowvale. The loss of Haloreth weighed heavily on them, and their flight took them to an isolated cabin shrouded in mist. Here, illusions played tricks on their minds, presenting their host as either a gracious hag or a striking red-haired woman. The tension in the air was palpable as the host offered sustenance, while reprimanding another hag attempting to escape the basement.
It was then that the true nature of their host was revealed - a dark-skinned drow who had tamed the formidable hag, Morweana. The drow recounted his tale, explaining his long tenure in the Shadowvale and his mastery over the once-dreaded hag. The Brindlefins seized this opportunity to attempt the revival of their stone-bound companion, Calem. Thestreale's magic, though diluted in the Shadowvale, eventually succeeded in restoring Calem to life.
With Calem's strength now bolstered, the Brindlefins discovered the portal leading out of the Shadowvale. Calem, assuming his dragon form, shattered the barrier and led them back to the Verdant Kin. The Vanguard, wary of the drow, scrutinized Ovek's intentions before reluctantly allowing him to join the Brindlefins.
Now, their mission has taken a somber turn. They seek the means to bring Haloreth back from death, his spirit trapped in a pocket dimension. Their journey continues, driven by the bonds of friendship and the hope of redemption.
Session 48 | A Vale of Possesion
As the magics within their protective hut began to wane, the adventurers found themselves amidst the treacherous swamps, their haven threatened by encroaching corruption. With determination, they banded together to sustain the magical barrier, fighting off the relentless vines that sought to breach their defenses.
Guided by Ealla, the Aasimar Wizard, they pressed on through the swamp's murky expanse, their journey leading them to a foreboding cabin perched atop a hill. This eerie dwelling housed an explosive skeleton, a grim mechanism designed to ward off intruders. The Brindlefins navigated this hazard, only to encounter a ridge overlooking a swampy abyss.
As they ventured further, Zephyrial directed them towards a sandbar embankment, where the spirits of the vale lay in wait. In a haunting encounter, Thestreale, Deogee, and Holareth fell under the control of these restless specters, turning against their comrades. The ensuing battle was fierce, and in a dramatic twist, the spirits abandoned Thestreale, deeming her unsuitable for possession, and targeted the formidable E-on instead.
Despite their valor, the Brindlefins faced a harrowing loss. Holareth succumbed to the draining shadows, his life slipping away. In a desperate attempt to reclaim their fallen comrade, E-on's efforts to restore Holareth's soul proved in vain. Their victory, though hard-won, was tinged with sorrow as they mourned their lost companion.
Session 47 | A Vale of Corruption
As the Brindlefins traversed the treacherous Shadowvale, the land seemed to whisper of the darkness that lurked within. Their journey took a grim turn when a corrupted Vanguard and his equally sinister steed intercepted them. The gloom of the Shadowvale shrouded their vision, making the battle against the Vanguard a daunting task. The creature, adept in manipulating the darkness, cast a fear spell that struck terror into the hearts of some party members, leaving them vulnerable to the shadows. In the ensuing chaos, Haloreth, the valiant Astral Elf Fighter, fell to the insidious strength-draining shadows, his life force extinguished by their dark grasp.
In a desperate bid to save their fallen comrade, the party gathered around Haloreth's lifeless form and invoked the powerful magic of "Raise Dead." Haloreth was brought back from the brink, though he returned in a frail and weakened state. With their resources nearly depleted and their spirits dimmed, the group pressed on, guided by the steadfast Ealla and the mystical Zephyrial. Their path led them to a ridge that overlooked a ravine, the base of which revealed a miraculous sight: a lush oasis, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness of Shadowvale.
However, not all was as it seemed. Some among the Brindlefins, particularly the insightful Brindlefins themselves, discerned the oasis to be an illusion. The protective lights they carried were nearly exhausted, casting only faint beams through the darkness. Realizing the need for unity and clear sight, they decided to seek refuge in nearby caves. These caverns, perceived as writhing vines in the false landscape, offered a chance for respite. The group quickly conjured a magical protective hut, hoping it would provide the sanctuary they needed to recover and plan their next move.
Amid the safety of their temporary haven, the Brindlefins reflected on their perilous journey and the need to rescue their lost companion, Calem. Determined and resolute, they prepared to venture once more into the depths of Shadowvale, united by their shared purpose and strengthened by the bonds of friendship and courage.
Session 46 | Trek into the Shadowvale
With the persuasive prowess of the Brindlefins, aided by the ethereal Zephyrial, the group secured passage into the guarded swamp realm. Eldria, the reluctant guardian, bestowed upon them a small marble-sized token. "Drop this near the barrier upon your return," she instructed. "Move swiftly away; the radiant blast will signal your exit."
Zephyrial, ever enigmatic, accepted their invitation to join the adventure, transforming into an onyx ouroboros necklace, coiling elegantly around a neck. The group set forth, traversing the hour's journey to the barrier, biding their time until dusk when the shadows would offer them concealment.
As night descended, the barrier began to waver, showing signs of weakening as shadowed creatures clawed at its now porous surface. Each member of the party passed through, the barrier's myriad magics inflicting painful resistance. Once inside, they were immediately beset by shadow creatures from all directions. A quick deployment of magical light caused the creatures to recoil, granting the group a moment's respite.
The landscape before them was a dismal tableau of darkness, the air itself seeming to press in with a palpable weight. The land lay shrouded in a monochrome of greys, as if drained of all vitality and color. Healing magics, usually so reliable, offered scant relief here. Any attempt to create non-magical light was swiftly swallowed by the oppressive darkness, and even magical luminescence dimmed and faltered prematurely.
Undeterred, the Brindlefins steeled themselves and began their trek into the heart of the Shadowvale. The Arch Druid's warnings echoed in their minds, a stark reminder of the perils they now faced. With every step, they braced for the unknown, determined to find and retrieve Calem, the lost Druid and companion of Zephyrial, whose fate now lay intertwined with their own.
Session 45 | Ancient Deeds
The Brindlefins journeyed eastward from Mistvale, they followed Jasmine to the heart of the Verdant Kin's territory. Upon arrival, they discovered an enchanting tree city nestled high within the canopies. This arboreal metropolis, perched on an island to the east of Mistvale, sprawled across the treetops, interconnected by a network of bridges and walkways. Long, swaying rope bridges extended to the upper parapets of the formidable ten-foot-thick wall surrounding Mistvale.
The Brindlefins were awestruck by the diversity within the Verdant Kin, a stark contrast to the elder-race-dominated Mistvale. Elves, dwarves, humans, and even rarer races mingled freely in this vibrant community. As they traversed the tree city, they observed the Vanguard, the elite Elvish military, honing their skills beneath the lofty dwellings.
Guided through the labyrinthine pathways, the Brindlefins were eventually brought before Eldria, the Head Mistress and Arch Druid of the Verdant Kin. The ancient and wise Eldria listened intently as the adventurers detailed their perilous plan to venture into the swamps in search of valor. Despite their earnest intentions, Eldria was reluctant to grant permission, citing the deadly reputation of those lands, from which none had returned.
With persistent discussion, the Brindlefins were informed about the myriad dangers lurking within the swamp, the protective wards that barely contained its perils, and the near-certain death awaiting any intruders. Undeterred by these warnings, the Brindlefins' resolve only strengthened. They sought to complete their quest for Zephyrial, The Awakened Spirit, and agreed to allow Eldria to consult with Zephyrial before making a final decision.
As they awaited Eldria's verdict, the Brindlefins prepared themselves for whatever lay ahead, their hearts steadfast in their mission and their spirits unyielding in the face of the unknown.
Session 44 | Wings of Travel
As the Brindlefins embarked on their extended journey toward Mistvale, the southern capital, their clever use of Thestreale's beast forms and the Sexton's Urn transformed the arduous trek into a near-trivial endeavor. This magical assistance allowed them to bypass towns and potential interruptions, maintaining a swift and uninterrupted pace.
During the nights, the Sexton would summon Tolkith to create a protective sticky hut, ensuring the party's safety and comfort. Their journey was largely uneventful, save for two notable interruptions.
One evening, the group encountered a wandering elderly dwarf named Throm Thunderstone. A man of mystery and generosity, Throm bestowed unique trinkets upon each member of the party. His gifts were more than mere curiosities; they included valuable materials essential for casting significant spells such as revivify and greater restoration, proving to be a boon for the Brindlefins.
Another notable encounter was a message from Aurelius. He demanded the Brindlefins aid him in eliminating a group known as the Crimson Specters. Though they neither agreed nor refused, the Brindlefins understood the gravity of Aurelius's request and its potential implications for their ongoing quest.
As their journey neared its end, Thestreale and the Sexton met a young herbalist named Jasmine, who was hanging herbs by her camp. Recognizing her knowledge of the Verdant Kin, they accepted her guidance. Jasmine led them towards her people, promising to assist in their mission and introducing the Brindlefins to new allies in their quest.
Thus, the Brindlefins' journey to Mistvale, filled with magical travel and meaningful encounters, not only advanced their quest but also expanded their network of allies and resources, setting the stage for the challenges that lay ahead.
Session 43 | In the Wake of Disaster
In the dark and treacherous depths of the Stoneshire Mines, the Brindlefins made their way to the stronghold of the Toarnok Tribe. Their mission was clear: to retrieve Zephyrial, the Awakened Spirit, and bring him back to Brindlewind to quell the raging fires in the coal mines.
Upon their arrival, Tolkith, the Satyr Bard, played a crucial role in securing an audience with Shalna, the Shaman of the tribe. The group was then led to an ancient statue of a gem dragon, crafted from sapphire. Here, the Sexton, deep in mental communion with Zephyrial, began unraveling the mysteries of their connection.
As the Sexton delved deeper into the mental link, he discovered hidden knowledge about leyline bindings connected to the sapphire statue. However, this intense psychic communication triggered chaos. Tribal members were struck down in a gruesome spectacle, losing their heads, and a minor quake began to wreak havoc within the mines. Realizing the urgency, the Brindlefins decided to complete the ritual, but instead of adhering to the goblinoid practices studied by Ealla, the Fighter Holareth, Barbarian Deogee, and Druid Thestreale chose to break the leyline bindings.
The last binding leyline snapped, and the statue vanished, causing the cavern to crack and start to cave in. In a swift and desperate move, Ealla cast "Word of Recall," transporting the party back to the relative safety of Brindlewind.
Back in the village, the group witnessed a living leviathan emerge upon the barrier mountains to the south. The creature, sensing the turmoil of an ancient silver dragon in Bloomfield, returned to the Southern Lalooshian Sea and Misty Cove, causing a massive wave to crash upon the southern lands. Quick-thinking Tolkith conjured a "sticky hut," protecting the Brindlefins from harm.
Determined to aid the village that had suffered so much, the Brindlefins sprang into action. They fortified homes, revived spirits, and extended the memorial for those lost, with the Sexton finding a new apprentice in an orphan boy who turned to necromancy. Ealla, guided by Geraldo, the Gracious Greater, sought out Wrence's Wonders & Wares, obtaining a Superior Rod of Security to protect the village.
Meanwhile, Deogee and E-on crafted a specialized Wyvern-toothed sword for Holareth. Over the next two months, the Brindlefins worked tirelessly to ensure the safety and stability of Brindlewind, their reputation solidified as the village's protectors against any future calamities.
This marked a pivotal moment of transition from chaos to renewed hope, as the Brindlefins fortified their commitment to protecting Brindlewind, ensuring its future amidst the shadows of past disasters.
Session 42 | Elemental Encounters
The Brindlefins embarked on a perilous journey deep within the shadowed veins of the Stoneshire Mines. As they delved into the earth's embrace, their path was obstructed by a fierce duo of Molten Bulettes. Unlike their previous encounter, these fearsome land sharks lacked a goblinoid master, suggesting a feral and uncontrolled menace. The battle escalated with the sudden appearance of steam Basilisks, whose scalding breath intertwined with the Bulettes' molten fury, crafting a partially petrified Bulette - a testament to the chaotic forces at play.
Swiftly and decisively, the Brindlefins conquered these beasts, clearing their way to the deeper reaches of the mines. Hours into their descent, a pair of goblins stumbled upon them. One, gripped by fear, fled to warn the encampment of the intruding adventurers, while the other, paralyzed by indecision, attempted to blend into the enveloping darkness.
Expecting hostility, the group was surprisingly met with accolades and welcome from the goblinoid encampment nestled at the mines' depths. Their long quest for Zephyrial, The Awakened Spirit, reached a turning point here. Having located Zephyrial, they now seek to escort him back to Brindlewind, hoping his elemental prowess will aid in quelling the raging fires that threaten their coal mines.
Session 41
In the quaint yet beleaguered village of Brindlewind, the Brindlefins, a band of diverse and intrepid adventurers, gathered at the Black Diamond Inn for a pivotal discussion. With the coal mine still ablaze, a remnant of their earlier exploits, they resolved to seek the aid of Zephyrial, hoping his elemental prowess could quench the stubborn flames.
Schesintra and Lyrian, now comfortably lodged at the inn through an arrangement with Alara, the tavern keeper, pledged their assistance in its upkeep, weaving their fates further into the village's future.
Their journey led them southward, toward the mountainous abode of the Toarnok Tribe. The elemental-infused goblinoids, now dwelling at the fringes of the Stoneshire Mines, had crafted a village from ice and snow, guarding the path to their subterranean sanctum. The Sexton's Urn, carrying the Brindlefins, descended from the skies, depositing them amidst this frosty hamlet.
Holareth, attempting parley with the goblinoids, secured an audience with Bryx, who after some negotiation, granted them passage into the mines. The mines themselves, encased in ice, were thawed by a brilliant beam of sunlight from Tolkith, revealing the path they once wrought havoc upon.
As the Brindlefins ventured deeper, memories of their first foray into these depths lingered, a stark reminder of the perilous path they tread in their quest to bring solace back to Brindlewind.
Session 40
Under the relentless blaze of the sun, by the crystalline waters of the oasis, the Brindlefins gathered their wits after the terrifying encounter with the Elder Brain dragon. The tranquil scene was soon pierced by the arrival of a young man, masked in silver, carrying a frail human girl to the water's edge. With an air of ritual, he placed her upon a stone overlooking the water, where a small creature, unsettling in its abrupt emergence, slipped from her ear and into the cool depths below.
As the ripples faded, a striking figure approached the group. She was adorned in regal red, her visage partially concealed by a mask with a single ruby eye - a stark symbol of her noble standing. This was Amya, a being of the Trill, a symbiotic race with memories spanning across hosts and ages. Her arrival wove a tale of her race's evolution from their primal beginnings to a cultivated symbiosis with the once-hostile Xer'tek'tela.
Amya shared her narrative, intertwining her past with the present plight. She spoke of the Trill's struggle against the mindflayers and proposed a partnership to the Brindlefins. In exchange for aiding the maturation of the infant Trill, Amya promised them the psionic benefits they could wield as a shield and weapon against the Eukrylix, a cosmic leviathan consuming realms across the Astra Sea.
Resolved to regroup and fortify, the Brindlefins, alongside Schesintra and Lyrian, embarked towards Brindlewind. Their journey was marked by an unexpected twist as Breezan was abruptly taken by the winds of fate, summoned by his future Mother-in-Law. Meanwhile, Holareth, ever perceptive, quickly rejoined the group, ensuring their number was whole upon their return.
In the relative safety of Brindlewind, the adventurers now paused, the weight of their choices looming large. Before them lay the challenge of forging an alliance with the Trill and confronting the vast, devouring darkness of the Eukrylix. With the threads of fate tightly wound around their next decisions, they prepared to weave their next steps into the tapestry of their epic saga.
Session 39
The battlefield, an arena of despair and valor, bore witness to the Brindlefins' courage. Breezan, swift as the gale, charged forth to meet their nemesis, his attempt to stagger the beast nearly succeeding. Wizards Jericho and Ealla unleashed the fury of their arcana, spells of destruction tearing into the dragon's hide, each blast a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching doom.
Yet, the Elder Brain's might was overwhelming. Tolkith's attempt to bend the will of the dragon proved fruitless, a testament to the creature's terrifying resolve. Thestreale and Bog, ensnared by psychic chains, struggled against their bonds, only for Bog to fall under the dragon's dominion. E-on, the Warforged Cleric, offered solace through healing, a fleeting glimmer of light in the darkness, before succumbing to the inevitable.
Jericho, amidst the chaos, remained standing, a lone beacon of defiance. Thestreale, resisting the insidious infestation, fought with a desperation born of hope. But alas, even the mightiest warriors must yield to the inexorable tide of fate.
The Elder Brain Dragon, surrounded by its Mindflayer minions and their vile tadpoles, was a harbinger of the end. The psychic maelstrom unleashed upon the Brindlefins was relentless, a tempest that sought to extinguish the light of their souls. One by one, they fell, not to blade or claw, but to the overwhelming assault upon their minds, their bodies becoming vessels for the next generation of horrors.
Session 38
In the cold, shadowed underbelly of Nir Dorul, amidst the ceaseless machinations of the Duergar and their insidious guardians, the Brindlefins forged onward, driven by valor and an unwavering resolve to rescue young Lyrian from the clutches of darkness. Their journey, marked by cunning and fierce battles, had brought them face to face with the intellect devourers - foul creatures of thought and malice, employed by the Duergar to root out intruders with a merciless precision.
Breezan, with agility born of desperation and the cloaked whispers of invisibility, ventured deep into the spiraled heart of the city, guided by spells of seeking, his path illuminated by the faint hope of Lyrian's rescue. The pact struck with Karynitha, a bargain sealed with the flow of time itself, had granted them a fleeting advantage, a distraction to veil their movements in shadows yet deeper than those that enveloped the Duergar stronghold.
As they delved into the living cavern below Nir Dorul, the presence of the intellect devourers faded into an unsettling silence, their menace replaced by the eerie indifference of the subterranean depths. It was here, amidst the whispering dark, that the Brindlefins faced a terror unimagined - an Elder Brain Dragon, a creature of nightmare and legend, its very existence a testament to the twisted will that dominated this benighted city.
This confrontation, set against the backdrop of their noble quest, stood as a testament to the courage and resilience of the Brindlefins. For even in the face of such overwhelming darkness, they held fast to the light of their purpose, their spirits undimmed by the shadows that sought to engulf them. The tale of their encounter with the Elder Brain Dragon would be recounted through the ages, a saga of bravery, sacrifice, and the unyielding bond that united them in their darkest hour.
And so, the chronicle of their journey continues, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching gloom, a reminder that even in the deepest darkness, the light of courage, friendship, and determination can never be extinguished.
Session 37
Beneath the ancient stone and forgotten paths of the earth, the Brindlefins ventured forth, guided by the faint, ethereal hum that echoed through the dimly lit tunnels. This melodious guidance, both haunting and beckoning, belonged to Schesintra, a captive of sightless eyes yet gifted with the profound touch of empathy. Enslaved by the Duergar, her days were spent in the tender care of Umberhulk eggs and hatchlings, a sorrowful guardian bound by chains unseen.
The group, drawn to the source of the humming, discovered Schesintra amidst the shadows. Though blind, her senses were not dulled; rather, they thrived in the darkness of her world, attuned to the emotions that danced around her. Through her, they felt a connection, a shared burden of sorrow and hope that transcended the mere physicality of their encounter.
With careful words and promises unspoken, they persuaded Schesintra to aid in their quest, to be their guide through the winding, treacherous paths that led to the heart of the Duergar city. A hook horror, silent and imposing, was to be their sentinel on this journey, a guardian bestowed by Schesintra's command.
As the city gates loomed before them, an air of trepidation enveloped the group. Their entrance was bought not with gold but with the promise of battle, a duel to prove their worth. The Duergar, with eyes like coals smoldering in the dark, led them not to a place of welcome but to a chamber cold and devoid of light, meant for interrogation, not for guests.
Tension thick as the stone walls that confined them, they found themselves ensnared in a web of Duergar design. Yet, the Brindlefins were not so easily held. With cunning and a spark of desperation, they orchestrated their escape, a fleeting shadow through the city that sought to claim them.
In their flight, they sought sanctuary, a place to hide their numbers from prying eyes. But the city was vigilant, its guardians keen to the whispers of intruders. As the door to their temporary haven creaked open, revealing the gleam of armor and the promise of discovery, it was Breezan who acted. With a burst of resolve, he shattered the barrier between them and their pursuers, a beacon of defiance in the dim corridors of their confinement.
Session 36
Under the shadowed overhang of Wanborne's southwesterly caves, the Brindlefins embarked upon a quest steered by fate and the arcane scrying of Tolkith. Their hearts set aflame with purpose, they trailed the elusive Duergar who dared to spirit away Lyrian into the depths unknown. With time their relentless pursuer, the group delved into the cavern's maw, guided by whispers of destiny and the steely resolve that had become their companion.
The path before them, forked and shrouded in mystery, soon revealed its deceit - a dead end not of stone but illusion. With the keen eye and unyielding spirit characteristic of their adventures, the Brindlefins unveiled the facade, revealing a portal that beckoned them with its silent promise of peril and discovery. It was this portal that transported them, not just through space, but into the heart of the Skaltara Spires - a land whispered in tavern tales and feared by the faint of heart.
The landing was anything but gentle, for the portal was a beast in disguise, a trap leading to a pit designed for the end of many an unwary soul. Yet, the Brindlefins are not ones to falter in the face of danger. With Breezan's unyielding descent, they embraced the challenge, turning a deadly fall into a daring entrance into the underground city's very heart.
The denizens of this shadowed realm, Umberhulks of formidable might, saw in Breezan and his companions nothing but their next meal. But underestimating the Brindlefins was their undoing. In a dance of steel and spell, the group dispatched these insectoid predators with the ferocity and cunning that had become their hallmark. And there, among the remains of those less fortunate, the Brindlefins found their rest and respite, a brief pause in a journey that knew no end.
For in their hearts burned a flame of purpose, a dedication to their fallen and captured, to the mysteries that lay wrapped in shadow and stone. And so they pressed on, undeterred by the perils that lay in wait, their bonds of friendship and shared destiny stronger than the darkest magic, their resolve unbreakable.
The saga of the Brindlefins, a testament to courage, unity, and the relentless pursuit of justice, continues to unfold, each chapter a reflection of their unyielding spirit. In the face of overwhelming darkness, they stand as a beacon of light, their adventures a reminder of the power of the indomitable will.
Session 35
In the latest stride of their epic, the Brindlefins embarked upon a quest, stirred by the plight of their companion, Lyrian, ensnared by the enigmatic Grayscales. Venturing westward with hearts aflame and purpose clear, they employed scrying's arcane gaze to unveil their friend's dire fate-sold to a Duergar whose sinister intentions remained veiled in shadows. The charm that once was Lyrian's hope now led them to a cave's maw near Wanborne, a path shadowed by mystery and dread.
Jericho, their visionary mage, was haunted by fragmented visions of the Grayscales' intent, revealing a pursuit of the petrified remains of Calem, a revelation that intertwined their fate with ancient mysteries and hidden agendas. The path ahead was fraught with moral quandaries, torn between the desperate search for their ensnared companion and the burgeoning need to shield a young ward from a foreseen cataclysm of Mindflayers' making.
Choosing valor in the face of uncertainty, the Brindlefins pressed forward to the city of shadows under the red dragon's watchful gaze. This draconian sentinel, a symbol of power and terror, loomed over their journey, a reminder of the formidable challenges that lay ahead in their quest to unravel the web of deceit and danger entangling their fate.
Thus, the saga of the Brindlefins continues, a tale woven with the threads of courage, camaraderie, and the unyielding search for justice in a realm where light and darkness dance in an eternal embrace. Their journey is far from over, with each step leading them deeper into the heart of mysteries that bind their destinies to the very fabric of the world they strive to protect.
Session 34
In the aftermath of the battle royal, a momentous occasion unfolded for our valiant adventurers, the Brindlefins. Their feats of bravery and prowess in the arena did not go unnoticed, capturing the attention of prominent sponsors. As the dust settled and the echoes of combat faded into the evening air, the group was cordially invited to a grand event hosted by these sponsors. It was here, amid the opulence and intrigue of the gathering, that the Brindlefins' valor was further recognized, leading to the acquisition of two esteemed sponsors. This pivotal development not only bolstered their resources but also solidified their standing within the realm's adventurous echelons. Now, with Breezan's company ensured for nine more days, their collective resolve is stronger than ever.
In a quieter, yet no less significant development, The Sexton's arcane endeavors bore fruit, or more accurately, a humanoid of pumpkin origin. This creation, a testament to The Sexton's mastery over the mystical arts, adds an intriguing element to the Brindlefins' diverse assembly, promising both utility and mystery in their ongoing journey.
Meanwhile, a shadow loomed over their recent triumphs in the form of Jericho's vision. The Greyscales, a name whispered with trepidation across the lands, have reportedly ensnared Lyrian, casting a pall of urgency and concern over the group. This revelation, while still shrouded in uncertainty, may very well steer the Brindlefins' path toward unforeseen dangers and moral quandaries.
As they stand at the cusp of these new alliances and challenges, the Brindlefins find themselves woven ever deeper into the tapestry of intrigue and adventure that envelops the realm. With allies and adversaries emerging from the shadows, each step forward is a dance with fate, leading them closer to their destinies and the revelations that await.
Session 33
In the hush of an evening, as shadows danced at the edge of the firelight, the Brindlefins found themselves entwined in a tale of magic, mystery, and the unyielding bonds of fate. Our story unfolds with the curious investigation of an iron flask, an artifact of ancient make, revealed to be a soul flask capable of ensnaring any being possessed of a soul. Amidst their preparations for the impending Battle Royale, an attempt to bestow a boon upon their monk companion spiraled into unforeseen chaos, birthing a spectacle of a screaming skeletal fish pursued by a ravenous worm.
As the night deepened, a visitation by Lyrian, borne upon the ethereal threads of sleep, brought a message from the mage Zelara. This message, boastful and enigmatic, left Lyrian adrift in a sea of confusion upon his awakening. The Brindlefins, ever vigilant, sensed the stirrings of a greater mystery entangled with the Greyscales, prompting them to steel their resolve for the battles that lay ahead.
The arena, a crucible of valor and might, welcomed the heroes with a test of singular ferocity. The provision of a berserker potion by the arena's masters, a tribute to the Brindlefins' renowned heroism, set the stage for a contest where alliances were forsaken, and survival was the lone allegiance. Ealla, the Aasimar Wizard, eschewing the potion's savage promise, ascended to the realm of the spectators, her gaze alighting upon a purple tiefling of the Greyscales, a meeting fated by the intertwining of their destinies.
The battle raged, a maelstrom of steel and sorcery, until an abrupt silence fell. The arena's conclusion was shrouded in mystery, as combatants either met their end or vanished, spirited away by forces unseen. The fate of the Brindlefins, and the outcome of their daring endeavor, remained a tale yet to be told, hanging in the balance like the stars in the night sky.
Thus, the saga of the Brindlefins continues, a testament to their courage, their unwavering spirit, and the mysteries that beckon them forth into the unknown. Gather closer to the fire, for their journey is far from over, and the tales of their adventures are as boundless as the night sky.
Session 32
In the heart of the arena, under a sky marred by the cacophony of elemental fury, the Brindlefins stood triumphant yet wearied, their spirits alight with the fire of victory. They faced Rozumin's Fleshwrought Titan, a chimera of horror and majesty, a creature that defied nature's law by amalgamating dragon, griffon, and otherworldly beings into a single entity of unparalleled might. This legendary battle, now etched into the annals of their saga, tested their resolve, their strength, and their unity.
The arena, with its capricious quadrants that twisted the very elements at whim, proved to be as much an adversary as the monstrosity they fought. Fire, ice, wind, and earth conspired against them, yet the Brindlefins' valor shone the brighter amidst these trials. The Rozumin's Fleshwrought Titan, a grotesque testament to necrotic craftsmanship, fell before them, but not without revealing its mythic nature. In its defeat, it surged anew, a phoenix of flesh and bone, more daunting than before.
Yet, the Brindlefins, undeterred by the titan's resurgence, rallied. With each member playing a crucial role, they wove a dance of destruction around the behemoth, their attacks a symphony of steel and sorcery. The creature's divided focus was its undoing, as the party exploited every opening, every moment of weakness, until at last, the titan was no more.
Their victory in the arena was not just a testament to their might but a declaration of their unbreakable spirit. The simulacrums, those shadows of themselves conjured for the battle, suffered losses, yet the core of the Brindlefins remained intact, their bond unbroken.
Now, as they stand on the threshold of the final confrontation, the Battle Royal, the Brindlefins prepare to face whatever challenges await. They enter not just as fighters but as champions forged in the crucible of combat, their eyes set on the horizon, ready to etch their names into legend. The tale of their journey, from the devastated village of Brindlewind to the heart of the arena, is a saga of resilience, courage, and unwavering camaraderie. As they ready themselves for the battle to come, one truth remains clear: together, there is no foe they cannot face, no challenge they cannot overcome.
Session 31
The battle commenced with the air thick with anticipation, the arena's barriers humming with arcane energy, designed to thwart any attempts at external interference. The Sexton sent out his feline minions to decern the caliber of their foes without avail. The Brindlefins, undaunted by the speculations and the strength of their adversaries, stood ready, their resolve as strong as the bonds that united them.
As the enemy unleashed a barrage of spells, the Brindlefins' foresight in countering the magical assault proved invaluable. With a combination of arcane knowledge, bestowed by the mages of the Brindlefins, they managed to neutralize the offensive spells that threatened to overwhelm them. The barriers of the arena, which were meant to serve as a hindrance, became an meer inconvenience to the party, reflecting and absorbing the magical energies hurled against them.
One by one, the duplicates fell, each a testament to the Brindlefins' superiority not just in combat but in the unity and strength of their fellowship. The enemy mages, finding themselves outmatched and their forces dwindled. Falling one by one swiftly the group collected their winnings and sought out the night to the main event.
As the Brindlefins ventured forth into the nightly main event, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation and the murmur of eager spectators. The arena, a grand coliseum bathed in the glow of torchlight and magical illuminations, stood as a testament to countless battles waged for glory and honor. Yet, this night was destined to be etched in the annals of history for its unforeseen turn of events.
Upon the cusp of battle, Rozumin, the nefarious necromancer whose shadow had long loomed over the land, made his presence known. With a grandeur that belied the ominous undercurrent of his words, he offered his commendations to the Brindlefins for their prowess in the mage battle that had transpired earlier. This unexpected acknowledgment from a figure as enigmatic and feared as Rozumin sent a ripple of unease through the Brindlefins.
No sooner had Rozumin's presence been registered than the iron flask, an artifact of ancient power and unknown contents, was uncorked. What followed was a scene of chaos and horror that would haunt the nightmares of those who bore witness. From the depths of the flask, an abomination unlike any other took form within the arena. Blood and remnants of creatures past, once sealed within the flask, merged into a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and fury - a being of nightmares made manifest.
Session 30
Upon the dawn's light, the Brindlefins ventured forth towards the grand arena, their spirits buoyed by the prospect of the day's challenge. Managed by the enigmatic Crimson Caravan Concubine, a troupe of infernal beings whose ranks swelled with Tieflings, Succubi, and Incubi, the arena stood as a testament to the combative arts, a roving coliseum that attracted warriors and spectators alike with the allure of glory and spectacle. Amongst them, Breezan, the Air Genasi Fisherman Monk, found his path leading to a tent of sumptuous red velvet, where he would bind himself to the contest through ink and parchment.
The terms of the contract were peculiar, involving the creation of a Simulacrum, a magical duplicate to fight in Breezan's stead. Yet, a clause within the parchment hinted at darker dealings: should the Simulacrum be forfeited or exchanged during the games, the rights to this arcane replica would fall to the Crimson Caravan Concubine, a price too steep for many a heart to bear. Thus, the Brindlefins discerned the nature of their hosts - not merely entertainers, but collectors of the arcane, their circus a facade for a more sinister pursuit.
The arena itself was a marvel of elemental fury, divided into quadrants each imbued with the raw essence of nature's wrath. Only the towering central pillar offered sanctuary from the relentless forces that sought to claim dominion over flesh and bone. Breezan, with a strategy bold and daring, relinquished his Simulacrum to confront his adversaries in true form, commencing his trial against a goblin Rogue. Victory was swift, granting him the spoils of combat - a ring of invisibility, a prize both rare and invaluable.
His triumph, however, drew the attention of a formidable adversary, a Half-Orc Champion Fighter whose prowess was famed across lands far and wide. The clash that ensued was a spectacle of might and magic, a dance of death where every strike and parry sang of ancient battles. Breezan, nimble and resolute, engaged the Champion with the heart of a tempest, his every move a testament to the skill honed upon the endless expanse of the sea.
As steel clashed and spells wove their intricate patterns across the sands of the arena, the Brindlefins watched, their fates intertwined with that of their companion. The outcome of this battle, fierce and unforgiving, would mark but another chapter in their saga, a tale of courage, camaraderie, and the relentless pursuit of destiny amidst the ever-shifting sands of fortune and fate.
Session 29
In the heart of Runeswick, the Brindlefins, our valiant assembly of adventurers, found themselves embarking on a new chapter of their ongoing saga. With the guidance of Lyrian, a street-savvy half-elven lad, the group delved deeper into the city's mysteries, seeking knowledge and allies in their quest. Lyrian, his life woven into the fabric of the city's streets, became a beacon for the Brindlefins, offering his insights and spreading word of their presence, a testament to the burgeoning reputation of our heroes within the stone-clad confines of Runeswick.
As the group divided their strengths, with Ealla, the Aasimar wizard, seeking whispers of her lineage and home amidst the chaos of the past, the rest ventured to the library's hallowed halls. There, among tomes of ancient lore and whispered secrets, they uncovered paths to knowledge gated not just by locks but by the need for a sponsor's favor. Thestreale, with her connection to the natural world, discerned the Verdent Kin's location beyond the Vauxdon Tributary and the intricate dance required to gain further access within the library's upper echelons.
The revelation that prominence within Runeswick's society could unlock doors previously barred led our adventurers to the threshold of the Harvest Festivities. Within this celebration, a blend of competition and spectacle, the arena battles emerged as a crucible through which their worth could be proven. With Tolkith, the Satyr Bard, unexpectedly stepping forth as their monetary champion, the group found themselves on the cusp of an endeavor that could elevate their standing and influence within the city's vibrant heart.
As preparations for the festival and its accompanying trials began, Ealla's journey for answers took a twist of fate. Her rendezvous with a familial acquaintance opened doors to more questions than resolutions, weaving a tapestry of intrigue and unknowns around her family's fate and the group's intertwined destinies.
Now, as the Brindlefins steel themselves for the spectacle and strife of Runeswick's arena, their journey continues to unfold.
Session 28
Sexton, from his enigmatic travels within the Urn. His return heralded a new alliance, for he was introduced to the undead entity, Jericho, a recent addition to the eclectic band of adventurers. The group shared tales of their recent endeavors, recounting the events of the past ten days. Their journey, now a mere day's travel from the storied city of Runeswick, was poised to embark on a new chapter.
However, a shadow loomed over their preparations. Ealla, the Aasimar wizard, reached into the ethereal realm seeking her contact Carter. The response, tinged with devilish undertones, brought a grim foreboding. Her subsequent attempts to contact her father bore no fruit, and her call to her mother led her to the precipice of death. Yet, with a heart both heavy and resolute, she persevered, following her companions toward the mysteries of Runeswick.
Upon nearing the city, the Brindlefins were greeted by an unusual sight - orchards steeped in the sharp scent of vinegar, their perimeters guarded by a phalanx of unearthly creatures. The city itself welcomed them with open arms, and they were soon approached by Lyrian, a streetwise elven youth. His keen eyes and sharp wit earned him the patronage of the group, who saw in him a valuable guide and liaison within the city's intricate web of secrets and connections.
Lyrian, wise beyond his years, led them to The Silver Chalice, a tavern known for its tranquil ambiance, a haven where they could find respite from the prying eyes of the world. Little did they know, their patronage of the establishment came with the added boon of protection, a subtle yet powerful assurance in these uncertain times.
With Lyrian's astute guidance, the Brindlefins sought to immerse themselves in the local culture, inquiring about the upcoming harvest festivities. Of particular interest was a fighting event, a spectacle of strength and skill that could provide not only entertainment but also an opportunity for profit. Through Lyrian's connections, they hoped to gain insights into the city's heartbeat, its joys and sorrows, its challenges and opportunities, thus weaving their story further into the rich tapestry of Runeswick's history.
So it was that the Brindlefins, a band of heroes bound by fate and friendship, found themselves at the threshold of new adventures, their hearts set on discovery and their spirits undeterred by the trials that lay ahead.
Session 27
As dawn painted the skies of Brindlewind in hues of gold and crimson, the Brindlefins, hearts heavy yet spirits unbroken, prepared to journey westward towards Runeswick, following the path of Holareth. Their departure, however, was halted by urgent news: Garvol Barlett, a man of strength and valor, lay grievously injured in the mayor's office, a victim of the prior day's harrowing encounter with the Glacial Elemental Drakes.
Garvol, stricken by frostbite that had turned his right leg a deathly black, writhed in pain, a dire situation indeed. His words, tinged with anguish and accusation, suggested that the troubles befalling him were but a shadow of the Brindlefins' own making. In response, Thestreale, the Eldrin Druid, stepped forward, her heart set on mending the wounds inflicted by fate's cruel hand.
With a ritual steeped in ancient magics and the assistance of ethereal woodland spirits, Thestreale channeled her profound mana to heal Garvol. Her powers touched the very essence of his being, mending the frostbitten flesh and knitting together the fractured bone. The ritual's completion saw Garvol and Mayor Dawson, overwhelmed by the ordeal, succumb to a deep, restful unconsciousness.
Leaving the care of Brindlewind in the capable hands of the recuperating Garvol and Mayor Dawson, the Brindlefins, accompanied by their new allies Jericho and Breezan, set forth on their journey. Deogee and Fenfa, ever loyal and vigilant, remained behind to safeguard the burgeoning city in their stead.
The road, however, was not devoid of encounters. A troupe of travelers, their journey halted by a broken wheel and shrouded in mystery, sought the Brindlefins' aid. Despite their reservations, the group lent their assistance, mending the wheel with cautious diligence.
The day's travel was uneventful, but the night brought with it an air of foreboding. A battalion of Elven soldiers, their purpose as enigmatic as their presence, crossed paths with the party. Their inquiries, met with minimal response from the Brindlefins wary of the soldiers' anti-magic capabilities, added a layer of intrigue to the night's proceedings.
An unsettling tremor, powerful enough to unsettle Thestreale, punctuated the night. Shortly thereafter, the same battalion of Elven soldiers galloped past, urgency etched in their every move, racing back towards the direction from whence they came.
A message sent to Deogee about the tremor from Ealla only created more questions than answers. This encounter, brief yet charged with an unspoken tension, left the Brindlefins to ponder the deeper machinations at play as they continued their journey, each step taking them further into the heart of unfolding mysteries.
Session 26
In the bustling village of Brindlewind, a recent encounter with Ice Drakes brought unexpected chaos, momentarily disturbing the peace that the Brindlefins had strived to maintain. This skirmish, however, opened a new chapter for the group as they crossed paths with Jericho, a new adventurer whose skills proved invaluable in quelling the draconic menace.
With the decision to linger in Brindlewind for ten days, a strategic pause in their journey, the group found themselves at a crossroads. Deogee and Fenfa, committed to safeguarding the village during its phase of rapid growth, chose to stay behind. Meanwhile, Holareth embarked on a crucial mission to the neighboring village, accompanied by his trusted ally, Benjamin Barlett, to procure necessary supplies.
These events marked a pivotal moment for the Brindlefins. Deogee's unwavering dedication to protect Brindlewind alongside Fenfa underlined his deep connection to the village. At the same time, Holareth's journey with Benjamin was not just a quest for supplies but also an opportunity to strengthen bonds and alliances beyond Brindlewind's borders.
The emergence of Jericho as a new ally in the face of the Ice Drakes' threat was a fortuitous turn. His timely arrival and assistance in subduing the drakes not only proved his prowess but also hinted at the potential for his integration into the Brindlefins. His background, skills, and motivations would soon weave into the rich tapestry of the group's ongoing saga.
As the Brindlefins prepared for the next phase of their adventure, the ten days in Brindlewind offered a much-needed respite and a chance to fortify the village further. These moments of calm before embarking on their next quest were a time for reflection, planning, and forging new relationships that would shape the course of their journey ahead.
Session 25
As the Brindlefins returned to Brindlewind, laden with the responsibility of safeguarding the survivors from the transformed Bloomfield, they found themselves at the heart of a pivotal moment in the town's history. Mayor Dawson, grappling with the weight of the situation, entrusted Garvol with the interim mayoral duties. This decision marked a new chapter for the beleaguered town, as the Brindlefins and Garvol coordinated the efforts to assimilate the 300 Bloomfield survivors.
The Sexton's Urn, a mystical container of remarkable capacity, was carefully unpacked, revealing the weary but hopeful survivors. The Thornbranche family, renowned for their skill in woodworking, eagerly undertook the task of constructing temporary shelters, their gnomish ingenuity shining through in this hour of need.
Amidst this bustling activity, the Brindlefins convened with Garvol to discuss the architectural blueprint for the reconstruction of Brindlewind. The conversation unfolded with a sense of urgency, acknowledging the imminent arrival of winter. The aftermath of the ancient Silver Dragon's lair transformation had altered the region's climate, and with the coal stores devastated by Rozumin's attack and the ongoing fires in the mines, the need for alternative sources of warmth and energy was paramount.
Haloreth, ever the proactive member of the group, proposed a journey to seek aid for this pressing need. Meanwhile, Deogee, alongside his faithful companion Fenfa, contemplated remaining in Brindlewind to lend his strength and resilience to the rebuilding efforts.
With these plans set into motion, the Brindlefins prepared to venture forth once more. Their goal: to rally allies and resources in anticipation of the challenging times ahead. Their journey, steeped in the spirit of unity and determination, promised to forge new alliances and strengthen the bonds between the towns of the region.
Session 24
The receding waters left behind a trove of sea life, attracting a familiar threat from Primval - a swarm of Wyverns. With courage and skill, the Brindlefins vanquished these sky predators, preserving the town from further calamity.
In preparation for their return to Primval, the Brindlefins, along with Breezan, a newfound ally, uncovered a revelation: the Whispering Echoes Caverns and the surrounding region belonged to the Karaske Family. More astonishingly, Ealla was revealed as the Crowned Princess of this pirate haven. Urged by her companions, Ealla tapped into her royal resources, securing passage back to Bloomfield through a portal conjured by Carter, a servant Devil of the Karaske lineage.
As the group reconvened in Bloomfield, they found Holareth, their lost companion, deeply engaged in work with Garvol and Drotar at the library. While Deogee and Fenfa lent their aid there, Tolkith and Breezan ventured into town, seeking respite in the form of fine drinks.
The tale took a dark turn when Syl'eana sought to inform her grandfather, Aurelius, of the grave peril looming over his cursed existence. In a moment of profound sorrow and shocking brutality, Aurelius, executed Syl'eana in a fit of draconic rage, her demise echoing with a draconic roar that shook the very foundations of Bloomfield.
A terrifying winter vortex, unleashed by Aurelius in his draconic form, swept through Bloomfield, freezing all in its path. Amidst this chaos, Rozumin, the necromancer, played an unlikely role, sounding the alarm and aiding in the evacuation. The Brindlefins, with courage and quick thinking, managed to save a third of Bloomfield's populace, leading them to safety a mile away from the frozen devastation.
In the following days, the survivors of Bloomfield, now refugees, journeyed toward Brindlewind. There, amidst the ruins of their past and the uncertainty of their future, they sought to rebuild and pondered the grim task ahead - confronting the tragedy of Bloomfield and the wrath of a dragon lost to his own curse.
Session 23
The Brindlefins faced an enigmatic and daunting challenge within the murky depths of the swamp. Their encounter with the Crimson Specter, a ghostly entity linked to the blood curse, presented a test of both wit and resilience.
Seeking to glean knowledge about the blood curse, the group turned to Syl'eana, whose lineage and connection to the curse held the potential key to unlocking its mysteries. Encouraged by her companions, Syl'eana approached the specter with a newfound confidence, determined to extract the information they desperately needed.
However, the specter, summoned at the behest of Rozumin, proved unyielding and cryptic, offering little in the way of answers. Frustration mounted among the Brindlefins as their attempts at communication seemed futile. In a moment of desperation, Syl'eana resorted to a bold and unorthodox method - using her own blood as a conduit for interaction. Cutting her hand, she struck the specter, an act that ignited a fierce and dangerous battle.
The specter, repulsing magic with its mere presence, proved a formidable adversary. The encounter escalated quickly, with Syl'eana's life hanging precariously in the balance. The Brindlefins rallied with all their might, fighting not just an external foe but the internal struggle of preserving their companion's life.
In the brink of defeat, with tensions at their peak, the group managed to fend off the specter just long enough to save Syl'eana from a grim fate. With quick thinking and the use of their magical resources, they executed a desperate teleportation to the Iron Isles, the homeland of Ealla, the Aasimar wizard.
This harrowing experience not only tested their combat prowess but also strengthened their bond as a group, proving once again that their unity and quick thinking were their greatest assets. As they regroup and recover in the safety of the Iron Isles, the Brindlefins reflect on their encounter, knowing that each challenge brings them closer to unraveling the mysteries of the blood curse and the fate that intertwines their destinies with the troubled lands they traverse.
Session 22
As the Brindlefins, their hearts emboldened by recent trials and tribulations, navigated the treacherous waters of the swamp, they encountered a most curious and unexpected guide. Homoyi, a child of the merfolk, emerged from the depths, her presence as mysterious as the waters she called home. She followed the group with a quiet curiosity, her eyes reflecting the murky depths of her watery domain.
With Syl'eana's gentle persuasion and an offering of food, a bridge of trust was slowly built between the Brindlefins and the young merfolk. Homoyi's knowledge of the swamp and its inhabitants proved invaluable as she guided them to a rocky haven amidst the endless waters. Here, amidst the solace of solid ground, Homoyi revealed her name and shared tales of her people and the elusive Yuan-ti, painting a picture of a land divided by conflict and mistrust.
The revelation of the amulet's power to reveal the hidden leylines opened new possibilities for the Brindlefins, a glimmer of hope in the dense fog of the swamp's mysteries. Homoyi, with the innocence of youth, extended an offer for the adventurers to commune with the elders of the merfolk, a gesture that spoke of potential alliances and newfound paths.
But as the murky waters of the swamp continued to hold their secrets, a new shadow emerged. A specter, as elusive and foreboding as the Crimson Specters themselves, approached the group. Its ghostly form glided over the swamp waters, a silent harbinger of the unknown challenges and mysteries that lay ahead.
Session 21
The Brindlefins' journey took a daring turn atop Mavros, the Sovereign of the Black Mist Swamp. They rode the colossal dragon to the eastern coast of Primval, enduring a turbulent voyage through the skies. Descending to a rocky cliffside, they dismounted and navigated down the mountain to its bramble-strewn base, where Sexton and Thestreale recognized the ominous foliage.
Venturing into the entangling brambles under stormy skies, the Brindlefins pressed forward as animated thorns sealed their path behind them. Their trek led to a sinister pit, oozing with caustic ichor and the stench of death. Holareth and Sexton, in a bold move, leapt into the abyss, only to discover it was a trap - a living, carnivorous entity luring prey to its demise.
A fierce battle ensued, and the party, with tenacity and courage, vanquished the monstrous pit from within. Their escape from this deadly maw was aided by Syl'eana, who, embracing her nascent draconic powers, guided them to safety.
The group then emerged among an unexpected gathering - merfolk and serpent-like beings, seemingly in reverence of a dying Corpse Flower, the root of the death pit they had just destroyed. However, this solemn scene was abruptly disrupted by a Yuan-ti ambush. The merfolk scattered in the chaos, but the Brindlefins swiftly dealt with the assailants, with the last of the Yuan-ti fleeing in fear of Sexton's daunting presence.
Undeterred, the Brindlefins continue their quest, delving deeper into the mysterious realm in pursuit of the Crimson Specters' heart. Their tale, marked by bravery and unyielding resolve, unfolds further, each step drawing them closer to their elusive quarry.
Session 20
In the latest chapter of the Brindlefins' saga, our intrepid adventurers embarked on a journey shrouded in mystery and veiled by the dense Black Mists. Thestreale, their resourceful Druid, having expanded her abilities with a potent potion from Wrence's Wonders & Wares within the Astral emporium, transformed into majestic forms of a giant eagle and owl. This newfound power allowed them to traverse the mists for much longer.
Sexton, with the Urn in tow, joined Thestreale in these high sojourns, braving the biting cold and the relentless expanse of the skies. Below them, the landscape of the Black Mists unfolded in a tapestry of wonder and peril. They soared over dark, obsidian-like terrains riddled with vast crevasses, and small mountains whose summits dared to pierce the veil of mist.
At last, Thestreale, with Sexton by her side, descended upon the snow-laden slopes of a towering mountain, the closest giant among the range. Their exploration revealed hidden stairs, leading to the mountain's summit, where they discovered an area magically shielded from the harsh elements. Here, amidst the cloud cover, lay a mystical symbol and a pedestal, the key to accessing the Black Mist swamp gate network.
Utilizing this arcane network, they opened a portal to another platform, an arena designed for a singular purpose - to summon the region's reigning dragon. With Syl'eana's aid, they used the dragon statue to initiate the summoning, opening a grand gate through which Mavros, The Umbral Sovereign, stepped forth in all his imposing glory.
What followed was a dialogue of destiny, where revelations unfurled like the wings of the dragon itself. Mavros disclosed that the Wyverns ravaging the southern continent did not originate from the Swamps but hailed from a land afar. In a twist of fate, upon releasing their summoning bond, Mavros agreed to aid the Brindlefins. He pledged to transport them to the lands where the Crimson Specters could be found, the next crucial step in their relentless pursuit of truth and justice.
Thus, the Brindlefins, ever steadfast in their quest, found new allies and greater challenges awaiting them. Their journey, woven with magic, bravery, and the unyielding bonds of companionship, continues to unfold, a tale as timeless as the stars themselves.
Session 19
Our valiant adventurers trod upon the ancient stone path, their hearts were set on a singular goal: to find and aid their companion, Syl'eana, who had ventured ahead, burdened by a turmoil that threatened to eclipse her very existence.
But fate, as often is its wont, had other plans. From the murky depths of the swamp, a creature of nightmares emerged. Bat-like wings unfurling against the fog-laden sky, eyes aglow with a sinister light, this demon sought to claim the Brindlefins as its next victims. Yet, underestimating the might and unity of our heroes, it soon found itself outmatched. With swift and decisive action, the Brindlefins dispatched the fiend, their resolve unshaken, their bond unbroken.
With the threat momentarily quelled, the group resumed their pursuit, the path leading them ever deeper into the heart of the Black Mist swamps. It was there, amidst the swirling mists and shadowed boughs, they made a pact: to stand together, not just for Syl'eana's sake, but for the very soul of Bloomfield itself. In a display of trust and unity, they gathered within Sexton's mystical urn, a sanctuary amidst chaos.
Transforming once again into her majestic griffon form, Thestreale took to the skies, her wings cutting through the heavy air as she bore her companions towards the looming mountains. Above the treacherous swamp, their journey continued, a testament to their unwavering courage and the indomitable spirit of friendship that bound them together. And so, the Brindlefins soared towards their destiny, leaving behind the darkened waters, their story a beacon of hope in a world rife with shadows and uncertainty.
Session 18
As the Brindlefins found themselves ensnared in the gloom of the corrupted swamp, their path seemed fraught with despair. In this moment of dire need, Syl'eana, their enigmatic elven ally, presented a key - a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. This was no ordinary key; it opened a door to Exavier's Exquisite Emporium, a sanctuary hidden within the astral realms, a haven for the weary and a trove of wonders.
Stepping through the portal, they were greeted by Geraldo, the Gracious Greater, a suave warforged attired in a suit, embodying both elegance and helpfulness. The Emporium unfolded before them like a realm of endless possibilities. They explored Sydia's Selestial Saloon, a cozy nook offering rest and nourishment, and Wrence's Wonders & Wares, where a small ape and his troll-like assistant concocted alchemical marvels. Illreenna's Incredible Iron showcased a thri-kreen Queen's mastery in forging magical weapons, while Lycoon's Lavish Library, presided over by a scholarly mastodon, promised knowledge beyond measure. Other intriguing locales like Dax's Dashing Dollhouse and Tenysha's Titanic Tailoring hinted at more hidden gems within this astral bazaar.
Yet, the Emporium held deeper secrets. It was not just a marketplace but a part of a Dreadnought, a colossal entity within the Astral Plane. Here, in this sanctuary among the stars, the party found brief respite, though at the cost of a precious Catilis. Amidst this recovery, a shadow loomed over their companion Syl'eana. Torn by internal conflict, she grappled with a harrowing choice: her own existence against the safety of those she held dear. Ultimately, deciding to leave the Emporium, she stepped back into the fray, the Brindlefins trailing. They left the astral haven behind, ready to face whatever awaited them in the murky depths of their quest, a tale of bravery and sacrifice woven into the stars.
Session 17
The Brindlefins journey led them to a foreboding swamp, shrouded in black mist and fraught with peril. Here, Thestreale, their Eldrin Druid, unveiled her newfound ability to transform into a majestic griffon, offering a means to traverse the treacherous mire. They traveled in an unusual manner; the party tucked safely within Sexton's Urn, while Syl'eana, the elf with a secret lineage, rode atop the griffon, guiding them through the murky skies.
Upon landing, they found themselves in a bog, a land of mud and mystery, where every step was a struggle against the clinging earth. The air was thick with an acrid, volatile scent, hinting at hidden dangers lurking in the swamp's heart. Ingeniously, they adapted, shaping the earth, shifting forms, and fashioning snowshoe-like devices to aid their passage through this hostile terrain.
Their path eventually led to a winding stone trail, barely visible through the dense fog enveloping the swamp. But this semblance of civilization offered little respite, for they soon found themselves besieged by sinister creatures, with gazes as deadly as the swamp itself. Yet, through courage and quick thinking, the Brindlefins emerged victorious, protecting not only themselves but also those who had worn the path beside them.
Session 16
The Brindlefins, an eclectic band of adventurers, have found their latest exploits intertwined with the legacy of ancient curses and draconic bloodlines. After alerting the Mayor's Assistant of Bloomfield about the dangers lurking within the overrun mines, they learned of a dire situation involving the wyverns plaguing the region. This revelation led them to Syl'eana, an elf with a hidden draconic heritage, and her grandfather, Aurelius, an ancient silver dragon cursed to live as an elf. The party discovered that to vanquish the wyverns and restore Aurelius to his true form, they would need to confront the malevolent cult responsible for the curse cast upon his bloodline.
Their journey northward to seek the cult in the swamps brought them face-to-face with Rozumin, a nefarious necromancer previously freed by the Brindlefins' own hands. In a twisted display, Rozumin offered them a challenge in the form of a grotesque creature, an amalgamation of a zombie beholder and a phase spider, which after a harrowing battle, revealed a bevy of personal leads and the Arcane Summons necessary for their quest. The fight not only served as a harsh reminder of their past mistakes but also presented an opportunity: each member of the party found their individual quests linked to the fate of the Brindlewind region and the dark forces at play.
With the Arcane Summons in hand, the Brindlefins now set their sights on the daunting Exstall Summit, where they must perform a ritual to summon "Mavros, the Umbral Sovereign." This enigmatic dragon could hold the key to locating the elusive cult, Crimson Specters, and lifting the ancient curse from Aurelius. United by a common purpose, the Brindlefins prepare to ascend the mountaintop, knowing that the answers they seek may also lead to further entanglements with their own destinies, as every step forward weaves their tales deeper into the fabric of Brindlewind's troubled history.
Session 15
The Brindlefin's have made their way back from the mines and now have found that the Mayor of Bloomfield has gathered a group of volunteers to make their way to Brindlewind to help rebuild the small village.
After finding out the threat of wyverns will most certainly reach Bloomfield, the group made their way to warn Sy'leana of the threat. They came to find she and the Professor are of a long lineage of the protector Aurelius.
Agreeing to meet with Aurelius, they found him on edge and very uneasy to deal with. Sy'leana told them of their connection to the region's protector and agreed to travel with the Brindlefins to find the cult of the Crimson Specters to ensure her own justice for her lineage and her now passed father.
Session 14
The Brindlefins found their way out of the Goblin encampment with the distinct impression the tribe did not want any new visitors or for the group to stay beyond their welcome. Traveling with Zephyrial in tow, the group took the day of travel to make their way out of the mine. Attempting to make their way out with a fire serpent behind them they started to make their way to the exit in the dim light of the morning.
Quickly realizing while making their way to exit, that the bright light from Zephyrial brought attention to the mouth of the mine. The mine's entrance was swarmed by the nesting Wyverns.
A short battle brought the Brindlefins to regroup within the Urn while they left Zephyrial to fend off the entrance. After a short time, the group exited and found the area burned and destroyed by fire yet the fire was the only thing keeping the swarming Wyverns from attacking the group.
They found a way to sneak their way to the base with fly and invisibility leaving Zephyrial back at the mine. Along the way, the group also found the remains of a large giant that seemed to be dropped from the sky but all that remained were the white bones picked clean.
The Sexton made his way back to Bloomfield and the Griffon's Feather Inn carrying the party safely within the Urn.
Session 13
The Brindlefins successfully made their way into the Toarnok Tribe of Goblinoids. The party was set upon by two different groups from the tribe, one of normal goblinoids and another by the elementally altered goblinoids. The group agreed and split into two groups. The normal goblinoid group was brought to Shalna where the elemental goblinoids were brought to Bryx. Both groups successfully communicated with these group leaders and were granted the right to see the other leader for acceptance to "The Rite". After swapping the discussions and presenting the gifts given from the other leader, Bryx and Shalna brought their groups to their Idol of the Red Dragon statue.
Deogee accepted to be the one used for "The Rite". The goblinoid swarmed the statue as "The Rite" was performed. Thumping chests and arcane chants lifted Deogee off the ground as an ethereal Khenra spirit was pulled from Deogee. The ritual ignited the Ruby in arcane magics causing a shift in the statue's essence. This shift changed the Red Dragon statue into that of a Blue and Sapphire statue.
Deogee survived "The Rite" and the Brindlefins demanded their reward for their aid. Once the communication of what they wanted was shown to the leaders, their petrified friend Fenfa, the group realized the Goblinoids didn't fully understand their request for Fenfa. Shalna gave them a potion in which the group used to unpetrify their stone friend.
Session 12
After taking a short rest the party continued forward for some time before running into a gigantic serpant of radiant fires of white and blue. After determining that Zephyrial was not hostile the group listened to his story and found that he is a lost soul.
His companion Caelum, went through the "Rite of the Ember Bond" which gave them a deep connection beyond most other Fire Spirit Druids. Only to have a foe, "Morwenna" of their home, The "Verdant Kin" to have turned him to stone. Zephyrial took to the land and wondered until he found a call to his nature. He found a cavern housing a ancient statue with a massive ruby inbedded the Red Dragon statues chest.
The group learned that the "Toarnok Tribe" found the serpant and started to worship him. After some time the tribe started to have members changed and mutated into various elemental mixtures.
The Brindlefins aim to make their way to the Toarnok Tribe and find a way to retrieve their stone friend Fenfa.
Session 11
The group made their way into the Stoneshire mines where they came upon a fork in the path. The path to the right gave them a clean and clear path into the mines whereas the one to the left was scarred with scorched surfaces. In an attempt to follow the elementals they took the elevator shaft to the left which seemed to have been damaged by that of intense fire and heat.
After starting down the shaft they found the lift was faulty to have it later fall as the group leapt to an opening that would lead them down the path to their intended destination. Down this path they found that the mines were heavily stripped of any ore but further down an ambush was being prepared to unleash a molten attack dog upon the party. During this encounter Holareth was able to persuade the shifty and shadowy figure to halt its attack dog upon them. In doing so the creature mentioned the loss of shepherds and to take one for that which they lost.
The group was able to save Fenfa from certain and outright death just as the shadowed creatures turned the wounded Fenfa to stone as he was dragged into the melding stone floor.
The party regrouped within an Urn and without then started their way with an additional focus and purpose as well as with some new enhancements from the respite.
Session 10
After a harrowing battle with Mud Scarabs the Brindlefins have found that a dynamic deck of crazy weird effects might be helpful at times just as it might be odd. The bard, having pulled a card of the Deck of Minor Things, had become invulnerable and obtained randomized narcolepsy. Being used as a weapon the Bard became the Barbarians tool for the final destruction of the Mud Scarabs.
Licking their wounds they eventually made their way up the mountain to a staging site where it seemed those whom once mined used to manage and take respite. They took sometime to gather themselves before venturing forth into the depths of the Stoneshire Mines.
Session 9
The Brindlefins gathered evidence of the Wyverns then continued their journey up the mountain. Upon reaching their destination they found the settlement ravaged by unknown elemental effects. Buildings burned, shattered and frozen. The group investigated the remains to find their contact among the victims. The group, cautious of their movements investigated the lift and the crystal but found no means to work it before nightfall. The Brindlefins took the night to rest and ready themselves. Upon the next day they found the contract that would have be theirs among the frozen victims and boarded to the gondola to the mine. On the way into the mine, a swarm of beetles made their way to the base where the Sexton was maintaining the cable car's progression up the mountain.
Session 8
The group continued its shopping quest at Trinkets & Treasures Emporium where Tilly a negotiating Gnome runs the shop with a handful of different little magical trinkets. The group gathered a small asortment of items to aid them in their quests then took rest at the Griffin's Feather Inn. Obtaining a rain check for room stays for three nights the Brindlefins took to the road. Climbing the pass to Stone Shire they came across small group of Wyverns feasting on an Owlbear. The group quickly dispatched two of the Wyverns and chased another away. Just off in the distance the party also took note of another creature in an air battle with a forth Wyvern which may have been another friendly Griffon from before Bloomfield.
Session 7
The party gave the name of the group as the "Brindlefins” to Professor Bartholomew Whimsy to complete the contract of clearing out the Library in Bloomfield. With the contract completed the group headed to the Mayor's office to collect the bounty of 2,000 gold pieces which was split into ten shares allowing for the nine group members to have a share but also start a group share. Fenfa, now a proud member of the "Brindlefins", gave a detailed recounting of the events that happened in the library where it was mentioned a Portal of some sort was left open in the Restricted section. With the knowledge that a svirfneblin was recounted to have visited the Library only days before seeking out information on the region's history the party believes this could possibly be something caused by the one called Rozumin.
The Brindlefins now made their way across the town to seek out goods and services with their newly acquired wealth to aid them in their next adventure. They aim to seek out Lyra Stoneshield, to complete the Stoneshire Mines Closing due to problematic elementals.
Session 6
The group made their way to the mayor to talk with him about the wyvern tooth. Without much information given he did offer the tooth back if another form of evidence of the wyverns was obtained. The group then made their way to the Professors home where they met with the Gith mage Drotar. With the mage the group was let into the Library and the party started seeking out the Imps. Upon finding the Restricted section the party was set upon by an Enigma Specter. Promptly the party dispatched the Specter and contracted the last of the Imps to cats.
The party then called for the door to be opened where they were to complete their contract with the Professor giving him a group name.
Session 5
The group traversed Bloomfield to get a better understanding of what part they can play within the town. With the rain washing out the road the day before access to goods and services was limited. The party was able to determine that the Rozumin made his way through this town just before the party. The Party also made an acquaintance with an old even professor that had the library locked down due to an infestation of Imps. The party agreed to help clear the Archives for a bounty of 2,000 gold pieces.
Session 4
After the party was able to fend off the hungry giants from taking their meal of Griffon the party was able to help the creature to mend its wounds. After a short time they were able to get the creature to take off on its own. A huge rain storm slowed the travel and washing out the road which caused multiple travelers to become stuck in their travels. A group from the city made their way past the group lending aid to any in trouble from the storm.
The party continued to Bloomfield where they met Garvol Barlett and his younger brother Benjamin Barlett. After doing so they were directed to speak with the mayor which upon they came across his assistant. Informing the assistant of the encounter just outside of town they were told about the tooth they had retrieved from the Griffon was that of a Wyvern.
The group now seeks a way to make payment for the supplies they need to help Brindlewind.
Session 3
The party started their 2 day travel from Brindlewind to the town of Bloomfield to gather supplies and goods to help rebuild the town of Brindlewind. During their travels they found that there was a disturbance within the depths of the forest of a creature crying out in distress. While going to investigate they found a young injured Griffon. The druid ( Thestreale ) and the wizard ( Ealla Karaske ) were able to persuade the creature to try and help it just when a pair of giants came to the same screams of the creature for a free meal. The group was able to fend off the creatures and save the Griffon from death. The group now rests while attempting to help mend the Griffon back to health before continuing on their journey to Bloomfield.
Session 2
The party having just helped to recover Brindlewind from fire and the undead started by the entity known as Rozumin has now started to make their presence known as a friendly and helping hand to the village. Having met with Captain Haldor of the militia and his two companions the party found that not everyone in town is keen on their presence. Alara, her two sons of The Black Diamond Tavern were very happy to host them for the night following the tragedy of the tombs doing. Sister Aeryn, requested the parties help with the Alchemist shop and church.
The party has taken to the road in search of provisions to help aid the village of Brindlewind back to health.
Session 1
Rozumin's chaos, Brindlewind is a place struggling to hold onto hope. Buildings stand scorched and half-collapsed, and the streets bear the scars of a swift and merciless attack. Still, there is an undeniable spirit of resilience among the remaining inhabitants. They are eager to rebuild and protect their home, knowing they'll need the aid of brave adventurers to ensure its future.
![Al'vaer'elle [Al-Vaer-E-Lay]](./images/npc_art/alvaerelle.png)
