Games Logs

The acrid taste of failure burns as Zilk watches his psychic connection with the shadow demon dissolve into nothing. His attempts at peace h

The party approached the ancient structure with measured caution. Biblo led the way up the crumbling stone steps, his ratfolk senses alert f

The group overnight, recovering from the scrum with the cursed revenant. Their sleep is fragmented, their bodies and gear cold and wet. Shifty huddles deeper into his threadbare cloak, shivering because no fire could be kindled in the damp wood. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, dark circles rimming his eyes, is Ratrick, who sits staring into space with hollow eyes. The wet has seeped into their bones, making every movement a discomfort.