Games Logs

High above the blazing Wall of Fire that burns above the Tsolenka Pass, Ratrick smolders, wisps of smoke curling from his singed fur. The ac

The dwarf Torgan was promised a magical greataxe by a Vistani woman he met while traveling along the forest road. In hindsight, following he

On the evening before they expect to reach the Tsolenka Pass, the companions bid their elderly elvish visitor a warm good night, watching as

“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

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 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

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

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

I am ancient. I am the land. I fear nothing. Yet wisdom demands caution regarding certain matters. This is the benefit of being both inte

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

The morning light filters weakly through the tall windows of the Burgomaster’s mansion as Deprimer sends for Gadof Blinsky to attend him. Th

The table groans under the weight of the feast—thick wolf steaks still sizzling, rich stew sending up clouds of savory steam, earthy mushroo

Deprimer and Krelldutt step out of the Blue Water Inn into the cold evening air, their breath misting as Danika waves them off with a promis

The final scarecrow crumples to the ground, its burlap skin torn and leaking straw. The friends stand breathing hard in the dim afternoon li

Disguised as Deprimer, Duster crosses the thick carpet of the Burgomaster’s office. The walls rise around him, lined floor to ceiling with b

Madame Wachter needs a full day to prepare her husband’s body for transport, which leaves the friends with an unexpected gift: time, and poc