Odyssey of the Dragonlords

Session 18

Session 17

Session 16

Session 15

Session 14

Session 13

Session 12

Session 11

Session 10

Session 9

Session 8

Session 7

Session 6

Session 5

Session 4

Session 3: [TBD]

We've arrived at the Mithral Mines west of Estoria. Besides our welcome party of angry troglodytes, we'll see what else stands between us and the dwarves at the Mithral Forge...

Session 2: I Troglo-DOUBT We'll Make It to the Forge

With Versi the Oracle safe, we received our (somewhat cryptic) destinies. We are on our way to complete the first of our "Great Labors".

Session 1: The e-STEAM-ed Temple

We are on our way to meet the Oracle at the Temple of Sydon to learn of our fates. Not sure if we're gonna like what we hear.

Session 0: A Real BOAR-ing Encounter

The future of Thylea looks grim. Monsters menace the roads, and corruption threatens the cities. Sydon demands daily sacrifices at every temple, and his sister-wife Lutheria kidnaps children for her secret rituals. The Oath of Peace, which once protected the settlers from the Twin Titans, has begun to wane, and with it, the Five Gods find their hands tied. And now, the Oracle has prophesied the Doom of Thylea: the death of the gods, the destruction of Mytros, the razing of the sacred tree, and the total annihilation of the mortal races.   You are known throughout Thylea as mortals destined to perform great deeds. The citizens of the great city of Mytros already tell stories of your exploits, both real and imagined. Now, it seems the time has come for you to rise and meet your fate.   You have been summoned to the edge of the Heartlands in an attempt to avert the coming catastrophe by a poet in service to the Oracle. She has a test for you, to determine whether or not you are the heroes from her vision.   You are to meet this poet, a woman named Kyrah, at the Sour Vintage. The Sour Vintage is a traditional country inn located at a crossroads, about twenty miles east of the city of Estoria. The exterior is rustic wood painted black, and the sign hanging from the door depicts a woman carrying a basket full of grapes; all is illuminated by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun. Inside the tavern, a haze of pleasant tobacco smoke lingers in the air. You hear the clinking of mugs and the muttering of patrons, most of whom are farmers.   The innkeeper, a former huntress by the name of Aetala has greeted you and served you drinks already. The lot of you have arrived, though you have yet to speak to one another. Your patron has yet to arrive it seems, and for the time being you have a moment to yourselves.