A Far Traveler’s Journal, pt. 10
In which I see a god, get eaten by a worm, yield to mindflayers, realise the importance of using titles, fight a horde of undead, and stuff the Big Bad Evil Guy into a half full keg of ale, before destroying a friendly inn by association.
Breakfast at Nahil’s
I’m so tired.
Vicar Emilia and the Wendingo in Port Mirandia.
We were dispatched to Port Mirandia to investigate some attacks on livestock. The culprit was a “Wendingo” (A weird horned werewolf lookin’ thing) named Derrin who could apparently take the form of a man. He had also been blackmailing Vicar Emilia (a...Felling a Death Tree
DM: GeokhanCaslech, Cober, Ildan, Joule, Ogis, Oogway and Valorean (yours truly). We set out on my carriage from WMC to vanquish a legendary Tree of Death which had been haunting the northernmost area of the Neathy woods, thanks to Joule’s totemic blessing we...