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Session 037 | By Name and By Blade

The party split three ways as the night began: Xerocomath threading the dwarven city from within, Tyel'Koron and Sinora climbing toward the spire and its secrets, and Warwick, Broj, Sorina, and Egg hunting down the magistrate. Warwick's attempt at conversation with a cluster of elves turned into a quiet encirclement—but instead of trouble, an elf guide led them to the archway and showed them how to open it. The portal set them down on a stone summit above the dwarven city, where the modestly dressed magistrate sat at a long table lined with dragon perches and demanded one thing: proof they were riders. They proved it. The pass was theirs.

Back underground, the city revealed itself from a carved stone tablet at the entry—Gateworks above, Stone Market at the heart, Anvildeep below, with the Delves and Darkwater Works reaching deeper still. The Stone Market scattered the group: Egg and Sorina sold wares in Anvildeep, Warwick and Broj found the Skipping Comet Inn (Broj wrestled the innkeeper), and Xerocomath paid a private visit to a dwarven alchemist—leaving the potion shop so foul with the smell of urine and feces that Egg and Sorina turned around the moment they stepped inside.

In the spire library, Tyel'Koron and Sinora spent the day buried in dragon histories—the Arcane Wane of the Second Era, the fall of the Third, and the haunting mention of the crystal tombs that ended dragon reign and opened the Fourth Era. Then, in the garden below, Tyel'Koron pushed the name Vespera through the Realmstrider bond into Sinora's mind—and both twins collapsed in violent convulsions. In that moment, cultists moved in from behind. A blade met bone in Tyel'Koron's hand. He strided away with his dragon as the cut landed. Sinora pulled herself upright to find the Oni—the same creature that once cursed her—standing over her.

Quote of the Week: "Are you drunk?" — Egg | "Nah I'm good!" — Warwick

Session 036 | The Bond Made Whole

The party regrouped from their split rest across Theros—some in the Crystal Catacombs, others in Nymis' Grove—wyrmlings hovering close and lashing out at anyone but their bonded rider. Back in Vysteerie, awkward bonding resumed: Broj was pinned by Droonoth, Warwick attempted a trust fall with Vuldel, and the Gith offered blunt counsel: train harder, rely on them less. The bond proved incomplete until a full long rest—and when the party woke, their dragons were gone from beside them. They found them perched on their shoulders, invisible to all but the bonded rider, already attuned to the leyline.

During his extended trance, Tyel'Koron pushed toward Vespera on Dalnylthir's advice and received a vision of burning red and black eyes—and the certainty that something is locked away. Meanwhile, Chigintonth, The Creep revealed she had already carved out a shifting sewer lair beneath Vysteerie, then pulled Xerocomath through their bond to a hidden chamber where Ethorian Law was carved in stone—alongside a hoard of unstamped Kaeposh coin. They filled chests and returned. The session ended with the party split: Tyel'Koron and Sinora headed for the elven spire, while the rest were turned away at the dwarven gates—except Xerocomath, who realmstrided inside alone.

Quote of the Week: "I can do that! What do you mean...??"

Session 035 | The Wyrmling Pact

The party scattered across Vysteerie's Horseshoe Ring learned the brutal truth about bonding with wyrmlings: death itself is the mechanism. Xerocomath fell first, drawing a Jabberwock wyrmling's wrath. Sorina died and her Silver wyrmling realmstrided with her—revealing the path. Sinora's Black wyrmling spoke plainly: "To Die!" One by one, they threw themselves from the platform, dying and realmstriding until the pact was sealed. Each death reset their timers. Each stride bound dragon to rider through the leylines themselves.

They gathered in a grove on Theros, each with a wyrmling standing vigil: Dalnylthir (Gold) with Tyel'Koron, Ruroko (Green) with Agelaius, Droonoth (Red) with Broj, Vuldel (Blue) with Warwick, Clisculit (Silver) with Sorina, Skeznin (Shadow) with Sinora, and Chigintonth the Creep (Jabberwock) with Xerocomath. This wasn't the Githyanki bond of mount and rider—this was stranger, deeper. Death was the price. The wyrmlings now walk the planes with them.

Quote of the Week: "Are you good?" - Warwick | "No, I think we are supposed to die" - Sinora

Session 034 | Leap of Faith

The party reconvened at The Manticore alongside Myrium, Jorso, and Ju'bile to map out the next phase of the campaign: building enough power, allies, and resources to confront Gorrath, the Maliced Scaled. The group agreed this fight can't be won alone—a united front on Tarkir is the best path forward—and the Realmstriders committed to helping the party seek the alliances they'll need. Atarlax was raised as a potential ally, and Warwick pressed Jorso for guidance on recharging the party's crystals, successfully triggering a volatile, body-rattling recharge surge.

In a strange turn, Vyr vanished and later returned with Xavril unconscious but alive, offering no comforting context—only urgency. With Vyr's agreement to guide them onward, the party realmstrided first to Amonkhet (where Broj's trumpet call met a distant response), then onward to Ethoria, arriving at a ridge overlooking the vast, ancient elven city of Vysteerie.

At Vysteerie, the party was met by a massive flying mount and escorted to the Horseshoe Platform, a Skyguard outpost perched above the city and tied into a colossal ring structure hovering over the skyline. There they were greeted by V'a'nas, a veteran Gith Skyguard rider and trainer. The Skyguard made it clear: dragon-riding here isn't "taught" so much as earned.

To secure wyrmling mounts, the party learned they must first obtain something deceptively simple: the mount's true name—and the first step toward that bond is faith. What followed was an increasingly chaotic "rite of passage" as party members repeatedly launched themselves from the platform, gambling that a chosen wyvern would catch them before impact. Some were caught, some were battered, some were hunted like prey, and several narrowly avoided death through frantic realmstriding at the last possible moment. Between near-fatal plunges, wild midair scuffles, and improvised magical problem-solving, the party began to understand the Skyguard's lesson: bonding isn't dominance—it's trust, timing, and connection.

Quote of the Week: "The height is about 1000 dwarfs tall."

Session 033 | The War Has Started

Dawn broke over the forest as Sorina and Xercomath showed visible signs of Arcane Wasting spreading through them. The Dream Entity began speaking through Broj in cryptic musical metaphors—"skull-cave" for mind, "mouth-melody" for speech—observing the party through golden-flashed eyes. Navigating treacherous brambles that glowed with magic and acted as living alarm systems for hushstalkers, they crossed a ravine where Xavril lost his sword but Egg saved him twice and offered his own blade. When Myrium realmstrided them through Tarkir, Xercomath made an impossible choice—staying behind to search for his son while the party sought Nymis the Seedbound God on Theros. After three days, a unicorn cleansed the Arcane Wasting from both infected party members, but healing couldn't touch Xercomath's deeper wound. In anguish, he lashed out at TyelKoron and declared: "I am going to war. With or without you." Alone on Tarkir, Xercomath descended into the Underdark marked by Gorrath the Malice-Scaled's runes. In Gloomspire's hidden chamber, he found Vendui—his closest friend—pinned dead to the wall by a shadow dragon scale. Inside Vendui's mouth: his son's eyestalk, left as a message. Faint echoes of weeping filled the chamber as Xercomath realized the war had already started.

Session 032 | Dreams Can Catch You

Day 3 of the trek began with a desperate attempt to wake the unconscious pteranodons and guard. Sorina's X-ray vision revealed her bones glowing red while Warwick's mana-infused shocking grasp turned grotesque—the pteranodon's brain melted, leaving it dead. After discovering the guard had died from brain damage, TyelKoron's Speak with Plants spell inadvertently summoned White Apes drawn to the party's magical signatures. The brutal combat left Sorina and Xercomath infected with Arcane Wasting—a contagious curse that spreads through targeted spells. Meanwhile, an entity began hunting the Golden-Eyed Dream Deity through Warwick's burning Mind Palace, causing him severe psychic damage and memory loss. TyelKoron, caught between two patrons, approached the Sisters with flames in his eyes speaking Abyssal. That night, Broj dreamed of a colossal apocalyptic entity approaching across scorched wasteland. By morning, both infected party members showed visible illness as they continued toward Vysteerie—wounded, haunted, and pursued by forces that hunt even through dreams.

Session 031 | The Dream Deity

Day 2 of the flight to Vysteeri turned catastrophic. After Warwick restored Sinora's hair and Tyelkoron meditated on his new fire-orb powers, the party reached a bowl-shaped mountain platform filled with stale water. When Broj accidentally knocked Sinora off the edge, Tyelkoron leaped after her empowered by Egg's "Indestructible" spell, stabilizing her while Broj drained the bowl. That night, a Dream Deity possessed Xerocomath with golden eyes, causing guards and pteranodons to convulse. The entity transferred to Warwick, but morning revealed devastating consequences—guards suffered severe memory loss, pteranodons failed, and the platform crashed. Two guards died in the fall. After lighting funeral pyres, the journey to Vysteeri transformed from escort mission to survival arc.

Session 030 | The Marked Journey

The party departed Wyrmhallow aboard massive pteranodons, bound for Vysteeri across a treacherous three-day flight. As Sinora's cursed Oni mark flared with renewed pain, four pursuers—an Oni and three cultists on giant vultures—followed relentlessly. During their first night on a shielded platform, the party shared their origin stories around the fire, bonding through vulnerability. When the Oni raced ahead toward Vysteeri, desperate attempts to remove Sinora's blood magic curse revealed it could only be broken by its creator's death. Tyelkoron, bearing his own curse tied to Gorrath the Malice-Scaled, intervened—accepting a fiendish pact that transferred the mark to his hand along with a living orb of fire. Sinora was freed, but Tyelkoron now carries a darkness yet to be understood.

Sessions 023-029 | The Crimson Awakening

Captured and imprisoned as living leyline batteries, the party awakened in the Arch Mage's sinister laboratory. Xercomath, trapped in a birdcage, coordinated their escape through telepathy. They freed Porthos, an albino giant Realmstrider held captive for years, whose violent awakening destroyed the lab in crimson fire. In the Arch Mage's hidden chamber, they discovered his true allegiance—a collection of severed Realmstrider heads from the Ætherborn Kin. After a catastrophic battle on Theros that ended in a mushroom cloud explosion, the party survived by their Realmstrider instincts. Now, with Porthos guarding their sentient ship Loid, they head to Vysterie, carrying the weight of dark revelations and unanswered questions.

Sessions 021-022 | Unfortunate Events

The party descended into the crystalline gorge to meet Arch Mage Sir Magnus Opus U'rilius Corbus, agreeing to clear blocked mine passages where trespassers had become fused with essence-draining crystals. After exhausting work in the mines, their attempt at goodwill with Loid's potent goodberries went catastrophically wrong—a farmer was accidentally killed, his wife injured, and the body reanimated as undead. The party's confession led to their imprisonment beneath the Cerilian Spire in magic-dampened cells.

Session 020 | Infernal Gateway

Dreams bled between minds as the party awoke aboard Loid. The tiefling twins Sorina and Sinora ignited, their touch tearing open a portal to the Nine Hells. A Chain Devil clawed through while something worse pushed from beyond. Sorina sacrificed herself with a radiant blast to seal the breach. The party then journeyed to a crystal mining town, spotting a dragon across the chasm before being escorted to the Cerilian Spire to meet the despised mage-lord Magnus Opus.

Session 019 | Loid's Awakening

The Realmstriders readied their new illithid-grown airship Loid, discovering it feeds on flesh. While hunting fuel, they encountered a magic-negating flail snail and negotiated peace with a pack of territorial lycanthropes. Fed vampire heads, Loid transformed—tentacles becoming hands as sentience emerged, communicating through sign language. Upon reaching a crystal-choked crevasse, a Cord mage confronted Xerocomath with a death threat, ordering them to land outside the town walls.

Session 002 | Warcrimes and Wit

Fresh from Camp Sethreal, the party received their first real mission: help the Duckbee family deal with goblin raiders. Agelaius concocted an infamous "creative solution"—poisoned stew placed inside chickens to be fed to the goblins, who would then be fed to their worgs, sending the beasts into a frenzy. While tactically effective, this questionable strategy earned the party a complicated reputation in the region.

Session 001 | Bootcamp at Camp Sethreal

The journey begins at Camp Sethreal, a remote training outpost where would-be Realmstriders learn to harness the power of the Æther. Under the watchful eye of Bringar "Old Brin," a grizzled dwarf with a mysterious past, seven souls converge to receive their first taste of what it means to walk the planes. Each recruit receives a leyline-enhanced crystal and faces their first trial.