The journey has just begun...



The diabolical Demon Lord Malebranche the Death Bringer has been freed from the Shadowhold. Already, the peaceful hamlet of Willow Glen is overrun by his devil spawn. The days grow ever shorter and the land will soon succumb to the Long Night.

Only a ragtag band of misfits-turned-heroes knows the secret to defeating the evil threat and doing so will test their resolve.

Deep in the lost city of Xak Tsaroth lies an unconfirmed promise of salvation in the form of the legendary Heart of Dragonkind. Will this myth prove fact? Can the stone be used to defeat Malebranche? The Gods themselves watch with anticipation as the campaign of Unification unfolds!



Gods I wish there was better ventilation down here.



Yoohoo! Oriseus!

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In Trial - Overburdened
Dear loyal role playing game enthusiasts:

I regret that I will be in trial until the end of October and I find that I just don't have it in me to DM at the moment.

If you guys need to bail, I totally get it. I feel like a jerk, but time has become increasingly short for me this summer.

I will plan to resume in early November, hopefully for a good long uninterrupted stretch, but I totally understand if you are frustrated and feel the need to leave.

If there is any good news to be had, I do really like my ideas moving forward. I'm just exhausted by life right now.

Al
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RE: Game Postponed Until Next Week - Work Conflict
Brother Dareus
Alzarian
So sorry gang!


I'm starting to go through withdrawals!


You!, I haven’t played since sometime in july
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RE: Game Postponed Until Next Week - Work Conflict
Alzarian
So sorry gang!


I'm starting to go through withdrawals!
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Game Postponed Until Next Week - Work Conflict
So sorry gang!
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Saturday, September 19, 1372 (DR) Third Age, 2:45 p.m.
Eve Nightsheer sits on the cave floor, leaning her back against cold, damp stone. The paleness of her flawless face is noticeably exaggerated as her eyes scan the scene.

The lifeless and bloodied body of Dvora Grimbane lies near the back of the decorated cave, partially obscured by shadow. Faint whimpers can be heard from the other two wide-eyed half orc women seated close by. The rest of the cave is a macabre scene of death and gore.

With a snap of her fingers, the mysterious dark mistress conjures a pen and a small square of parchment. In artful strokes, she marks the tiny scroll in arcane script. A moment later, she produces a black bird from the ether, ties the furled message to its leg and tosses it into the air. The bird is gone in an instant, winging its way northward through the dank caverns at incredible speed.

"So, my purpose has become clear," she says aloud, but you sense the statement was directed only at Eve herself.

Looking around, she gives the party a weak smile. "Trouble is afoot, friends. You'd best be on your way without delay. There is no telling who else may be lurking about." She rises as if to leave.
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Epic!
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