Moonsong City

Dragon Slaying, almost...again

Poe’s Journal


Poe

You know, a guy really ought to be told. I mean, I have no problem following the heroes of prophecy around – it is my duty after all – and I can even handle being out on these accursed plains. But teeming masses of flightless carnivorous birds leaving nothing but pecked over bones in their path is a little much. I mean really – flightless birds. What’s the point? Aren’t they really just lizards with feathers? Anyway, I first became aware of these critters when Beros lost Kobe’s tracks due to a mass migration of hoofed animals. That’s also when we first spotted some of the pecked bones. And our dwarf. Not that the two were related – unfortunately in this case. At least the heroes were careful – we took a break for the night rather then press on in the dark.

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Kliester Fokken's Recap
From PCs
ok, here’s Kleister Fokkens view of the last battle- just an FYI
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One and two half men.

Tyr stood on a windswept hill. The valley below was empty of life. But not empty of movement. Dwarf spirits patrolled here. This was not a welcome place for the living. Across the valley, orc sentries stayed at watch. They seemed to understand the limit of the spirit warriors. They could not leave the valley. At the center of the patrolling dwarfs, a single standard stood. The standard of the Stonebreaker clan. It was here where the final battle of the Dwarven lords had taken place. It was here where the sacrifice was made. And it was here that Tyr was to bring the ones whom the elders dreamed.

And with that, Tyr awoke.

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Running Man...

Poe’s Journal


Poe

I never thought I’d want to see a tree so bad. All this open land and rolling hills can really get to you after a while. Or maybe it’s just that I’m sick of listening to the infernal yapping of the gnolls and their hyena pets. Thankfully, after our last skirmish, they’ve done the smart thing and left our intrepid heroes of prophecy pretty much alone. Having your butt kicked will do that to you. But I’m ahead of myself. I don’t want to forget any of the details of the last few days, so before I finish off the last of this good stuff – the stores of strong drink that Sunny procured for me before we left are so painfully low that I’ll be drinking mere beer starting tomorrow – I’d better get it all down. So where were we…

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Dragon Slaying, almost...

Poe’s Journal


Poe

One thing’s for sure about these heroes of prophecy…they sure are persistent. Especially when there’s treasure to be had. Another thing’s for certain. Dragons are mean sons o’ goats. And somewhere out there, there’s one who’s not at all happy with our heroes. Ah well. I suspect the list of creatures, people and probably gods who are less than raving fans of our glorious heroes is destined to grow rather long before they get around to accomplishing whatever it is the Queen has in store for them. Just makes my job of keeping them alive until they can do that all that much more difficult. Well, I guess no one – especially Her – ever promised it would be easy.

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The Light in The Sky

Poe’s Journal


Poe

It seems to me that when a blazing light falls from the sky the gods are trying to tell you something. I can’t figure out why it was so hard to get Kleister Fokken and the rest of them to recognize that. Sheesh, you’d think they didn’t know that they were destined to save the world or something…let’s just say that it’s been an interesting couple of days.

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Starting Over... or, A Third Chance
Poe's Journal

Poe’s Journal


Poe

The tankard in front of me is half empty. The page completely. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything down. Father always said that nothing was real until you wrote it down. Horrible thing to tell a kid. Effective though. I was always obsessive about recording everything that happened to me. I wasn’t ever any good at figuring numbers or learning history, but I could always write. I guess part of me was hoping that what’s been happening wasn’t real…now though I think it’s time to face the music.

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Ep 2: Into the Goblin Lair
The heroes of Moonsong City move into the Goblin's lair.
From DND Lego Pictures

The crossing at the River Wild 

The camp stood silent.  The bodies of the two Gnolls and three hyenas were scattered about the fire, slain in a quick and brutal attack highlighted by the initial action from Ron to put the guards to sleep.  They never stood a chance against the blazing steel of Guss's sword and the quick precise attacks from the diminutive Kobe.

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Formation of an Adventuring Company

The town of Havenbrow was getting desperate.  The last caravan from the east was a week overdue.  This is a vital trade line for the town.  If they are not able to send some of their manufactured foodstuffs to the east, they'd have to take their chances that the Orcs of the Flaming Fist would just take it.  The trade route meant that they could live just a little more free than most humans on the plains.

 Luckily, the good people of Havenbrow were able to recruit some new champions.  From the farm fields, Poe, a paladin dedicated to the Raven Queen.  From Longhaven, the weatherman, [[:Ron Burgundy]], master of the arcane.  Wandering from parts unknown, Kobe, a halfing warrior.  Looking for more than a life as a caravan guard, Guss and Kleister Fokken decided to help, Kleister the first to stand for the people of Havenbrow.  Rounding out the group was the stout dwarf Durkon.

Moonsong
(Left to right: Guss, Klositer, Ron, Kobe, Beros, Poe, Durkon)

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