We set out at dawn in three canoes, with a lizardfolk scout named Snapjaw as our guide. We were portaging our way through the swamp on foot when Snapjaw suddenly froze, seeming to sense an unseen adversary. As we scrambled for positions of tactical advantage, a hideous swamp thing reared up beside me. Our fellowship … Continue reading 4th of Kythorn, 1492
As a crowd of caravaners, cultists, and cunts milled about the courtyard this morning, I made my move to surreptitiously slip into the storeroom, to pick the lock to the strong-room, so that we might make our way into the tunnel and after the loot. Tegan supplied a distraction by rousing the ire of one … Continue reading 3rd of Kythorn, 1492
I awoke to the sound of the strong-room lock scraping against its latch, and as the heavy, chinkless door opened, I turned myself invisible before Bog Luck walked in. He took in the view of the half-emptied storeroom, and noted the absence of the cultists' crates with obvious satisfaction. As I squeezed invisibly out the … Continue reading 2nd of Kythorn, 1492
We have arrived at the Krannath Roadhouse, an obscure hostelry and roadwork camp on the Coast Way near the Cloak Wood, halfway between Baldur's Gate and Beregost. The superintendent here is a burly half orc who goes by the auspicious name of Bog Luck. We were instructed to unload our wagons here, under the pretense … Continue reading 1st of Kythorn, 1492
