Games Logs

The magical barrister’s wig tumbles from Deprimer’s head as he crashes onto his back in the rain-slick street before the Burgomaster’s mansi

In the flooded dungeon corridor beneath Castle Ravenloft, Raktha, Bayleaf, and Komzin press their attack against the vampire spawn. The tight confines of the passage force them into brutal close quarters combat. Raktha, bleeding from earlier wounds, retreats up the stone stairs and draws his longbow. His arrows whistle past Komzin's shoulder into the mass of pale flesh ahead.

The party stirs as dawn breaks over the shattered bones of the minotaur skeleton. Fifteen days—that’s all the time they have to reach the Am

The party stands before the remorhaz’s nest, heat radiating from the creature’s segmented carapace in waves that make the air shimmer. Six e

Istyher and Astrid, closest to the open door, hear what sounds like several sets of feet tapping across stone. Unable to contain her

Dim light seeps through the stained glass windows that tower over the long dining table in the Great Hall of the Abbey. The scent of wood

Reklaw twists desperately within the hellish scourge that binds him, the barbed coils biting into his flesh with each movement. Despite the

All in the Common Room hold their breath. High above them, they can hear the pounding of Titania’s feet as they ascend the spiral staircase

The group hear the grinding of stone on stone as the guardian statue’s eyes roll to find Three, dancing atop the altar that stands before it

The bell above the door chimes as Krelldutt pushes into Blinsky’s toy shop, and the familiar scent of sawdust fills the air. Wooden puppets

The Abbot’s weeping gradually subsides into ragged sniffling. When he finally lifts his head, his pale eyes are red-rimmed and distant, focu

Furiously fast, the companions tumble down the slick dark tunnel, their bodies helpless against the relentless pull of gravity and ice. Weap

The friends rise late on Sunday morning, having a lazy start to their day in the Hex. As they finish their Reyna-made pancakes and coffee, a

“I said, that’s a shambling mound!” shouts Nesquo. “There’s no way we can defeat it. It’s too strong!” All except Fuzzy. The wizard, spotting a small brook that runs through the underbrush near the creature casts Shape Water, lifting a five-foot cube of water from the stream. He then manipulates it to hover over the prone creature, thrashing in the shallow hole. Fuzzy allows the block of ice to drop. The squelch is followed by a splat of foul smelling vegetation onto

The heavy tread of armored boots echoes up the stairway and into the second-floor hallway. Duster holds his breath as the footsteps stop

The group stands at the pile of lost things, tucking away their oddly apt discoveries. Arman buckles on a Belt of Hill Giant Strength, and

The afternoon air carries the acrid smell of singed hair as Arrigal stands before them, wounded and seething. The Vistani’s face twists with

The comrades eye the remorhaz, which has burst through the ice and positioned itself directly before their sled. Chunks of frozen debris sca

The hexmates gather in the common room of the Hex as evening shadows lengthen across campus. Excitement hums through the space as they

The group gathers their supplies and pushes into the jungle. Vines snag at their clothing. Mud sucks at their boots. Humidity wraps around