The Bawdy Countess II (how about the Two Bawdy Countesses?) sailed into port near Talabheim. Word on the street spoke of border skirmishes ahead. A storm gathered in the air and amongst the people. We bought some raincoats. Also, the rain is bad for armor. That has become a chore. Further upriver, we found a mutant adolescent tied to a tree. Gottlieb hunted his abuser. I cut the young mutant’s bonds. The lines between good and chaos grow dim with…
In Regensdorf, the burgomeister’s gate is open. The front door opens for us. There’s a butler standing patiently in the doorway. His Lord, our whole purpose for being there, was not at home. The butler had no food to share with us, we were quite late for dinner after all, and he expected to die just from talking to us. He did tell us the Lord had left quite a few days ago, taking 8 sets of plate armor, a…
A Time to Mourn After establishing that Morr was Hektor’s god of choice, the party set out across the Field of Verena toward the Garden of Morr. Garden, Temple, Cemetery…all the terms are interchangeable when it comes to the god of death. The rain had picked back up, after the previous day’s temporary lull. Lightning struck the far side of town, near the Lord Dorian Inn. It didn’t take long for Zarkon and Hektor to realize the party was being…