Games Logs

“We must leave Ravenloft for the Amber Temple.” Komzin folds the scroll and tucks it into his belt. “Lord Strahd is sending us there to retr

Charybdis stands motionless in the tunnel ahead, hands crossed before him, blocking the truck’s path with quiet confidence. His appearance i

Victory still seems very distant. Even as Vex flings open the door to flee, it’s apparent the polymorphing waves remain in effect. The spell

A collective gasp erupts from the citizens, drawn from the market by the sounds of combat, as Krieger’s men rush Deprimer. Their Burgomaster

The storm giant’s lips curl into a sneer as he watches Thunk back away, the tiny griffon tucked protectively out of sight against the bugbea

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