Becoming

For the past year, my blood had pulsed with the wild cadence of destiny, but that night—when we clashed with the Glabrezu and the Yochlol—it reached a fevered crescendo. I could feel the ancient, draconic magic stirring deep within me—a latent p...

After harrowing battles with the Skaven, Glabrezu, and Yochlol demons in the cultist hideout, the party—led by the half-elf paladin Kemurial—found that their carefully cultivated anonymity and façade of neutrality had been utterly shattered. The deep...

In a final, desperate surge, Rory swung his weapon in a mighty arc. The impact sent the warlord’s body soaring upward like a ragdoll caught in a storm—and inadvertently triggered a hidden mechanism within the death wheel. A furious bolt of lightning b...

In a final, desperate surge, Rory swung his weapon in a mighty arc. The impact sent the warlord’s body soaring upward like a ragdoll caught in a storm—and inadvertently triggered a hidden mechanism within the death wheel. A furious bolt of lightning b...

Suddenly, the doom wheel swerved with wild unpredictability. Its spiked frame scraped viciously across our bodies, tearing into flesh and armor. Spinning away from the melee toward the back line it struck Freya squarely, sending her reeling backward into ...

But the battle was far from over. A stray shot rang out through the cavern, the projectile embedding itself painfully in my shoulder. The acrid scent of burning ozone mingled with the coppery tang of blood. Moments later, another warped bolt of lightning ...

But the battle was far from over. A stray shot rang out through the cavern, the projectile embedding itself painfully in my shoulder. The acrid scent of burning ozone mingled with the coppery tang of blood. Moments later, another warped bolt of lightning ...

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But the battle was far from over. A stray shot rang out through the cavern, the projectile embedding itself painfully in my shoulder. The acrid scent of burning ozone mingled with the coppery tang of blood. Moments later, another warped bolt of lightning ...

The monstrous contraption barreled toward us like a colossal, infernal death wheel—its rim lined with jagged spikes and pulsing with green, crackling energy. At its center, a snarling Skaven warlord grinned with manic glee, his beady eyes alight with cr...

Day 9  The day dawned with a renewed sense of vigilance. We resumed our stakeout, this time keeping a continuous watch over the cult entrance. Four separate shifts passed: Watch 1: Nothing observed. Watch 2: Still nothing. Watch 3: No activity...

Raining Death On our way back, something unexpected happened. While we were retracing our steps from the dock to the tavern, a sudden, heavy thud from above startled us—a body had come crashing down onto Freya, knocking her to the ground with a re...

The Streets of Emberhold The city’s architecture loomed sharp and dark against the dim light of the overcast sky. Emberhold was a city of stark contrasts—smooth, sweeping curves reminiscent of infernal grandeur, yet softened by the warm glow of lan...

The morning spoke for itself. Investigation of the ship spanned most of the day, with the crew working tirelessly to assess the damage and salvage whatever supplies they could. "We aren't ghosts moving unnoticed," I think to myself as I look over the ...

Day 9  The day dawned with a renewed sense of vigilance. We resumed our stakeout, this time keeping a continuous watch over the cult entrance. Four separate shifts passed: Watch 1: Nothing observed. Watch 2: Still nothing. Watch 3: No activity...

Raining Death On our way back, something unexpected happened. While we were retracing our steps from the dock to the tavern, a sudden, heavy thud from above startled us—a body had come crashing down onto Freya, knocking her to the ground with a re...

The Streets of Emberhold The city’s architecture loomed sharp and dark against the dim light of the overcast sky. Emberhold was a city of stark contrasts—smooth, sweeping curves reminiscent of infernal grandeur, yet softened by the warm glow of lan...

The morning spoke for itself. Investigation of the ship spanned most of the day, with the crew working tirelessly to assess the damage and salvage whatever supplies they could. "We aren't ghosts moving unnoticed," I think to myself as I look over the ...

The morning speaks for itself I suppose. Lim Dul has emphasized to the captain that he may have been the main target but it could just as easily be that members of the Iron are being watched. Tales tell of others in the Iron encountering them. I susp...

Investigating Meliora The city of Meliora bustled as we set our course. The tension in Meliora was palpable—whispers of war between the Tieflings and their Melioran neighbors, filled the taverns and streets alike. Two cities lay ahead of us—Emberho...

March to the Tri-Lakes The road stretched long and treacherous ahead, but Kemurial and his companions pressed onward, bound by duty and the weight of their mission. The northern winds carried the promise of war, and as they ventured through the wilds, ...

Kemurial Eowynnende, Bastered Son of House Nyntynel In the grand halls of the House Nyntynel, a lineage known for its unwavering devotion and distinguished service, Kemurial Eowynnende was an illegitimate bastered son. A half elf—be that as it may, h...