Monthly Archives: January 2020

Found an old tavern in the Boiler district. Decaying woodpile would be more apt. Don’t know how it was still standing. But the Aesther was there. She faded in and out of sight. Like our existence was a tiny part of what she saw. Don’t know if she was ever truly… here. She wanted anContinue reading “Day 28”

Made it back to the tavern w/ Mary Sue. She slept for two days, walked up to the bar, took my ale, drank it, walked back to her room. Removed her bandages by the following day. We made for the cult site near the Copperneck mountains. In a small, out-of-the-way valley, we found a decrepitContinue reading “Day 21”

Approached Mt. Ash this morning. Active volcano, with fire and smelt oozing from every crack as we approached the summit. Should have known from the name. Bandits were after the treasure. At first, we thought them merely Vermlings and Inox, the typical brutish scum, but as we fought ever nearer the summit, there began toContinue reading “Day 16”

During our travel to the new cultist site, Mary Sue overheard some travelers discussing a cache of treasure at the summit of Mt. Ash, in the Watcher Mountains. We will detour to retrive it. Loot is loot. –Balboa

First it was skeletons, and now actual demons. Each demon was an element. My people channel the elements, contain them, control them. Craghearts have lost their center, had it taken from them, but a full Savvas glows w/ the power they have contained. These creatures… it was not this way. They were captured chaos asContinue reading “Day 12”

Found the spot on the Still. Old Ruins. Tested their outer defences. Some among them are robed, carry daggers that have weight and intent. They remind me of the bandit chief/unnatural mage from the cave. Whatever he was. When we’re rested, we’ll make a push. –Balboa

We made for the spot we saw on the necromancer’s map. As we neared the bend of the Still, we happened upon a bunch of vermlings that were… singing. We stayed hidden as we listened. It was… unsettling. And errie. And beautiful. Even to a Savvas w/ its heart ripped from it, this was special.Continue reading “Day 10”

Skeletons. The hole was full of skeletons. As we pursued the thief deeper into the catcombs, he enlivened all manner of bones and unholy abominations. Our prey was nothing short of a necromancer, but tainted magic or not, he died the same as any other warmblood. Mary Sue proved apt in battle, dodging in andContinue reading “Day 4”

Several days ago, while drinking away my thoughts in some shithole bar in some shithole town called Gloomhaven, I was approached by a devil-woman who wanted to hire me to track a thief who wronged her in some way. I didn’t ask how, nor do I really give a shit. Seems she had also enlistedContinue reading “Day 1”