Circle Of Eight

  • Party members: Travis, Krr, Faradey
  • Place: Ravenscroft
  • NPCs: adventuring group candidates


  • Hired 6 adventures to find and return the true heirs of Ravenscroft
  • Cost: 250gp, Krr’s Glowing pike head, a few continual light stones
  • Party members: Travis, Faradey, Krrr, Anwar, Kulira
  • Place: Northern Elven forest – Nord Tyr
  • NPCs: none

No journal entry for this one, I’ll have to dive into emails.


No journal entry for this one, I’ll have to dive into emails.

Frrrball's Night Out
(One small action in the Defense of the Citadel involving Krrr's Animal Spirit.)

Throg gnawed idly on the thighbone, his thick incisors gleaning the last remnants of lightly-charred flesh free. Disappointment flickered through him as he realized this was the last of his dinner. The familiar specter of hunger danced on the edges of his mind. The two hobgoblins across the fire fell quiet as his gaze turned to them, whatever petty matter they were bickering about forgotten in light of the new danger that faced them, literally. Stillness hung in the air as Throg picked up the half-empty wine jug and downed the remaining contents in a few swigs.

The silence was shredded by a ferocious snarl as a jet-black form exploded from the shadows and landed on the back of one of the hobgoblins. The pitiful minion of Chaos barely had time to soil itself in terror before the great jaws of its ebon assailant clamped down on its neck, snapping bones and crushing cartilage. Its companion managed to stagger to its feet and draw a rusty blade. Stunned by the sudden violence and drenched in blood, the creature raised the sword to fend off ghostly form that appeared in the flickering firelight to be a mountain lion. The panther’s roar mingled with the hobgoblin’s howl of terror as the cat leapt from the broken body of its comrade.

Throg gaped in awe as he watched the flurry of claw and blade before him. The hobgoblin’s surprisingly skillful defense was for naught as the notched blade failed to wound it’s assailant. The ogre’s mind struggled to comprehend what his eyes understood as the weapon seemed to pass through the feline apparition. Realizing he could not outrun the beast, Throg reached for the iron-bound and spike-covered club beside him.. In the moment that he took his eyes off of the fight, the onslaught ended.

Unnerved as the dull red glow of the panther’s eyes focused on him, Throg brandished his weapon and bellowed. The cat tensed, gathering the power to spring onto the ogre. With a growl, it turned and ran off in search of less difficult prey.

A long time passed before Throg’s thoughts returned to hunger……

9/2002 Chaos War cont.

Piled at the base of the walls, the corpses have begun to rot and the air is foul. You can’t help but believe that it was somehow a grotesque plan to have the minions, even in death, assail the fortress. The guards on the walls find it necessary to cover their mouths and noses with rags to prevent nausea.

9/2002 Chaos War
The following days were grueling. Tension assaulted the minds of everyone, as irregular assaults struck at the walls and foundation of the citadel. But from that tension grew a new resolve, and a unity of purpose. No longer did the labels for civilians, warriors, and heroes separate the defenders. Even the terms orc and Midik were overshadowed by the larger theme. All were Defenders of Law™, unified to protect civilization from the monstrous ravages laid out in the field below. Standing defiant together, withstanding the assaults.
  • Party members: Dandelus, Faradey, Krrr, Kulira, Travis
  • Place: The Citadel
  • NPCs: (Hatim & Halima) twins, Farid (new caravan leader), Fatima, Jamila (mom)
  • Summary: Murder Mystery
8/2002 Summer Solstice III

The bitterness following the harpy raid was short lived. Several decisive actions were taken to regain the advantage.

Civilians were moved inside and kept busy, while Travis’ portal powers brought trade in scores of elven made bows, arrows, and armor. Lumber was also provided to replace arrows and, in time, build siege equipment. The elves refused to provide any fighters, it seemed as though there were enough troubles elsewhere in the world. They agreed to resupply in twelve days, if needed.

8/2002 Summer Solstice II

By sunset, everyone inside the citadel was feeling numb from the day. Although there was cool milk, mead, water and shade, there was never time to rest or recover. The FoC™ had a constant frontal assault, using their overwhelming numbers to force the defenders to keep constant vigil.


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