This past tenday-and-a-half our Fellowship has taken a much deserved holiday in the City of Splendors, as honoured guests of the Council of Waterdeep. Thank Beshaba, we have been spared from attending any tedious Council meetings during this time. The Cunts of our Fellowship have been paid out handsomely, to the tune of five thousand golden … Continue reading Highharvestide, 1492
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15th of Eleint, 1492
Over the past tenday, our Sword Coast allies assembled their combined military forces: marching, flying, and teleporting armies of men, dwarves, elves, and metallic dragons to face Tiamat's Cult in an epic final battle on the stony fields surrounding the Well of Dragons. The mournful, ever-present tones of the Draakhorn have now unified to a … Continue reading 15th of Eleint, 1492
4th of Eleint, 1492
We entered the hedge maze surrounding Xonthal's Tower; clearly, an extradimensional space of some sort. Our approach had already been spotted: a human mage in dark purple robes, presumably Iskander, appeared on a tower balcony, waving the blue mask and a white hourglass at our fellowship, yelling like a damned fool. Someone came out and … Continue reading 4th of Eleint, 1492
3rd of Eleint, 1492
Beshaba's breath! I had the strangest dream last night: the wizards from yesterday's mixer were stewing me in a delicious Thayan turtle goulash, assaulting and peppering me with inane questions. By the haggard looks of my fellow cunts this morning, it seems we all slumbered poorly, despite the silken sheets and feather beds. After breakfast, … Continue reading 3rd of Eleint, 1492
29th of Eleasis, 1492
We awoke as Otaaryliakkarnos, the silver dragon we knew in her human form as Elia, set us down in Waterdeep at dawn. With a little time before the Council of Waterdeep was to meet, Tegan and Gunx popped into a nearby common room to entertain some of the City of Splendor's early risers, treating them … Continue reading 29th of Eleasis, 1492
