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Finished the well two days ago. Heard the trickle of water where I dug. Strung the bucket, hauled it up, saw the sweet essence of life filling it to the brim. Fireplace is built, but only half a chimney. Built walls around it. No higher than my head, but it’s a start. Still have myContinue reading “A Day of Memory”

My task is complete. Sought only to prove myself. Know not to whom. Could never snap a flame into existence. But the flame demons fell beneath my boulders. My rockmates ran the wind through their fingers. Like water. I sat. Did nothing. But the wind itself, I flung into the crypt wall. Frost eluded me.Continue reading “The Last Day”

The portal is closed. It is done. On the way back to the rift, Hail seemed… jovial. She skipped. Elemental censure in hand, orb of frost tucked in a pocked. Skipped. “It feels good to travel this plane again. And with so much less danger this time.” Didn’t provide any follow-up to that. Suppose thatContinue reading “Day 44”

Once she had the orb, Hail agreed to hear our request. She was not pleased. She seeks power from these rifts. Didn’t want to close it. But she had agreed, so she moved forward. Shifty, yet still honorable. As she planned, she fidgeted with the orb. Tossed around the BOUND REALM OF FROST like aContinue reading “Day 40”

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