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Death's Stench
Death pains me. I spend existence in the amoral realm of nature, a realm often accused of being cruel. Death is a bite, a sting, a freeze, a squeeze, an attack away at any given moment. The snake thinks nothing of swallowing the frog. The cat thinks nothing of devouring the mouse. The hawk thinks nothing when she scoops up the rabbit. This is the bit that gets me. They don’t think. No malice lurks in those predatory eyes. It is merely what must be done, and yet it does pain me to find furry remnants in the forest. To find the telltale scatter of feathers and broken shells. Imagine the pain of being here then…

I am not sure there are many here who lament death. This place pulses with it, is fueled by it. While those who cherish the notion of civilization might argue that this is an uncivilized place, I believe it actually represents the worst traits of ironically named civilization. Gluttony, greed, pride, and all the rest of humanity’s adornments. The place quite literally reeks of it, and Boudica now has the stench of it all over her. I hope Blaze can do something with her, and I appeal to Chauntea, Eldath, and Sylvanus that I can maintain some semblance of life amidst this celebration of death. Two of the six of us are now possessed by demons, and we’re making deals with wretched creatures, grasping at the slightest hope that we might get what we came here for. In a few days, we have to fight to the death for sport and riches, and the smell of the blood from our latest victims lingers on my garments. I fear that this journey may cost the Unchained more than our mortal lives.
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Aja's Diary, Third Day of Descending Water
This morning we arrived in Wispborough, a small town like the many others I have passed through in my time in the North. While the townspeople were like others I have met, the town itself is of some interest because of the strong guild presence. In speaking with some of the villagers here, we discovered that the guild intervened when Wispborough was beset with bandits and fae.

I have my doubts that my family is looking for me, but if they were the guild would only be a resource to them. If I had any money I would pay them off in an instant but I ran out after only a few months of travel and the generals have provided us with only a small stipend which must be used for the task at hand. I hope this world is big enough and my parents uninterested enough in my whereabouts to pass through this place unmolested.

Anyways, my first priority upon arriving was a warm fire. The tavern keeper, Mabel was nice enough, but Vegard quickly rankled her with questions. It's a wonder people think he's suave back at camp. Not that I am much of a gossip, but I heard more than one rumor of girls with crushes. This afternoon was uneventful for the most part as we tried to secure lodging. Unfortunately the night was a different story--we hatched a plan to convince the guild that we are a team of mine inspectors working for Com Truise which required me to break into the guild headquarters while Kalsang distracted our hosts at the tavern.

As if last night wasn't bad enough, the moment I got in I felt the unequivocal feeling of being watched. I felt such a fool as I stood there, frozen, too frightened to move forward but unable to leave, and I thought of something I haven't thought of in a long time. When I was a little girl, almost so young that I don't even remember this at all, my eldest brother, who was a teenager at the time, I'm not sure exactly how old, disappeared from our home. He was gone for almost two weeks. At the time my siblings and I had no idea what had happened to him, and my parents carried on as if nothing had gone wrong.

When he came back, there was something different about him. We were far enough apart in age that I hardly knew him anyways, but when he returned it was as if he was a living ghost, wandering the halls of our family home. He spoke rarely and never quite regained his color. Later my older sister told me he had been taken by the Guild because my parents had refused to pay their dues. I remember thinking that couldn't have been possible, our parents never would have let that happen... but being in that room with nothing watching me... suddenly I felt I had a very good idea what they might have done to him.

I turned tail and fled the building as if the Walker In Darkness himself was behind me.

I could tell when I returned to the tavern that everyone was disappointed in me, but I hardly care. If they had felt that feeling they would have done the same, I'm sure. We finally bedded down late in the night, and I fell into a fitful sleep... only to be awoken suddenly by a creak at the door. I have no interest in violence, but I have even less in being a captive and they awoke me in such a foul mood. Whoever these numbskulls are they better get ready for one hell of a fight.
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The Tomb of Dreams
Episode 19: Impasse
Day passed into night. Bright Shadow clambored down from her meditation place to conduct research on the majestic crystalline spire she had used in her meditation. Her findings showed that it was a Resonance Spire, a wonder of the First Age that would, with the proper preparation rituals, greatly amplify the effects of a Spell cast upon it.

Meanwhile, Northern Light and Kagirinai slipped off to the kitchens. There, they convinced the head chef to let them have the run of the kitchen. Using fine First Age port from the cellars, they created a magnificent and intoxicating confectionery. Northern Light intended to take it to Caracas as a peace offering, but heard her laughter coming from the infirmary. She discovered Caracas having a lively conversation with Suma. The three of them dug into the cake while sharing stories and singing songs.

Through some gentle coaxing, and no small amount of cake, Northern Light convinced Caracas to open up and share why she despised the Realm so intensely. She explained that she had fallen in love with a Dynast, but he was betrothed to another. To make matters worse, she found herself carrying his child. Her love was taken from her, and then her child, too, once she had carried it to term. She endeavored to become famous enough to be invited to perform on the Blessed Isle, and then would use the opportunity to find her family. That had been the plan, anyway, until she met Harbinger.

Night passed into day. Both Circles reconvened at the discussion table for breakfast, which Kagi had prepared. Afterward, they resumed their conversation--but it quickly returned to the same argument as the day before. Of note, however, Harbinger revealed more of his plan: He would use the fragment of a certain demon to summon Cseke and have it ravage the dreams of the Dynasts, eventually turning them against each other or driving them to take their own lives. In either case, the Realm would fall, and he would lead a force large enough to fill the resulting power vacuum. The Circle had serious doubts.

The conversation proved fruitless. Caracas and Harbinger, both keen on eliminating the Realm, excused themselves before they lose their nerve. That left Specter and the Bison Man, who had found the table that morning. Syn shared the story of the Tomb of Dreams with them. Specter was awestruck, but the Bison Man was unimpressed--he remembered the story differently. It was then that Bhall Bloodfist revealed himself to the Circle.

He explained that, after he had stormed away from the rest of the group, he met Cseke's dreaming self. It took him away, outside of the dreamspace. So, when the dream collapsed, he found himself in a different place than the Circle. In the interim, he rescued Harbinger from the Wyld Hunt and became part of his Circle.

The Circle attempted to persuade the other to turn from Harbinger's intended course of action; they all professed a deep trust in Harbinger.

Harbinger then returned and asked the Circle to leave the Citadel. They did so reluctantly. As they traveled away, they saw ships from Lookshy sailing toward the Citadel. As they neared shore, a fiery red streak slashed across the sky.

Syn leaned over to Suma and said "Please don't punch him immediately."

Suma frowned. "No promises."
Session: Episode 19 - Saturday, Oct 07 2017 from 2:00 AM to 6:00 AM
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The Iron Circle
The Barony of the Emerald Blade
The party gathers itself and leaves Fallcrest. They travel south and east to Therund, visiting Gerrol on the way to The City Of Silver. After checking in on the newly expanded Copper Piece Gang in Therund, they locate and board the infamous Crimson Marauder, reuniting with her Captain Joccande. Joccande explains there are 2 options. the northern route skirting the Shatterkeel reef and eventually around the Amilian Sea. Or the southern route through Sahuagin Passage. The north is clean sailing, with good wind, but rumors speak of an awakened Kraken recently hunting the area. To the south lies a massive colony of Sahuagin and Iron Circle shipping lanes. The party chooses to go south and encounters a Sahuagin raiding party, but narrowly evades the Iron Circle privateers. A close call with a scavenging Dragon Turtle and two Marindaelion pirate ships punctuates the trip. The party eventually lands on a small island to prepare for the eventual landing in Marindaelion. There they find a marooned pirate of ill repute. From him they learn about The Baron of Marindaelion, as well as the pirates who left him there. What will be their next move?
Session: Game Session 1602: Sailing the Ocean Blue - Saturday, Oct 07 2017 from 2:30 AM to 6:30 AM
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First Battle
Dear Great Grandmother and Uncle,

I sit here by a warm fire in the castle alone with my thoughts. People’s first impression was me big. I stayed big after the battle. I like being big, plus the snow kept falling and so much easier to walk in the snow big. Everyone but Oscar helped to clean up after the battle. Oscar needed to get alcohol so he not get bored.

The giants killed many town people before we chased them away. After the battle I used my big body to help move the four giants we killed and their allies to a pyre I helped build with my tail and teeth. We and the town folk took everything of use off of the giants. I help put some of their clothes over holes in roofs.

The giants had many coins. I hope I can look for nice coins for you great grandmother. The others thought it was strange at first that I looked for special coins but I explained that it would be okay to look later. The others said they might help find me nice coins for you great grandmother.

The town folk used the giants big clothes to patch some of their damaged houses. If we can we may stay a few days to use magic to help the town folk have warm houses. It so cold for what should be summer. I am glad I am used to snow. If it were not for the bloody messes ruining the white pretty it might have reminded me of home in the middle of winter.

But this should be summer. I remember great grandmother telling me about what some of the giants could do with magic. I guess these giants have figured out how to turn summer to winter. I don’t like that. I hope the snow melts soon. It too tall.

The bright light that does not blind blessed me with brave. When I open the door I shouted at the giants in draconic about how scary they were. They looked at me funny. Then the yeti’s threw javelins that poked and colded. One hit me but other wise after I tell them how scary they look they seemed to be more worried or interested in the others. They seemed real interested in Aramil.

I guess they think he might have a thing called the ring of winter. It would help them turn more summer to winter, no good! No good at all! Aramil must go to a place called noble night to try to find his brother. He think he may have the ring. We are going to go with Miri, who has the same blood to try and save another city or something like that.

Uncle you will be happy that your bow worked really good for me. I thought I heard Anton say “nice shot Taggus” as he finished off a yeti I had just hit with two arrows. Maybe he did maybe he didn’t but you tell me about all the times you and Anton shoot things together. Maybe I think Anton talk to me eventually. He still isn’t very friendly.

Great grandmother more than fighting the people here saw what one of my people can be. I might have had some trouble but I made sure to keep close to Varis or Corin or one of my other friends while I moved about the town being small. I used the tracks I made when I was big as much as I could. Snow taller than me. I tell everyone who would listen about the light that does not blind. But I think they at least think I am a different kind of kobald. That good.

I may give a lot of coins that aren’t pretty to the people around here. Varis is building a shrine, coins buy things to build things. I guess a share of the coins we got from the giants are mine to decide what to do with. Oscar said the people who used to own them are dead. So hard to tell because they don’t know all their coins as well as you do great grandmother. But if help people build things that good.

One thing I might want to do with coins is to have a wizard help me make the shield we made of your scales better. Maybe if I get coins that people don’t need to build things right now. I ask Theren how many coins I need to make shield better. Who knew coins could do more that remind great grandmother of stories! .
Session: Is that a Boat? - Wednesday, Oct 25 2017 from 12:00 AM to 3:00 AM
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