Games Logs

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 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

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

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

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

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 official letter arrives on heavy parchment, sealed with the university’s emblem pressed deep into crimson wax. Reyna breaks the seal and

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

Bayleaf jolts awake on a stone shelf, wet and shivering. Water drips from his sodden clothing as consciousness slowly returns. Nearby, somet

The hexmates gather around their usual table in the Biblioplex café, each clutching a copy of the latest Strixhaven Times. The newspaper’s b

The distant thrumming reaches Conwan’s keen ears as his companions’ voices fade to whispers, then vanish entirely into Ravenloft’s ominous

Krelldutt pushes through the heavy wooden door of the Blue Water Inn, his massive frame radiating the frustration that has been building sin

The hexmates trudge through the corridors toward their dorm, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The scent of magical residue still