Games Logs

Krelldutt the tortle, Torgan the dwarf, and their hired mercenaries set out from the Village of Barovia at mid-morning, heading west along t

The trip to Tantlin, the main city of the fifth ring of the Nine Hells, has been sidelined by an attack of ice mephits. Five of these

In his creaky voice, the lich Exethanter continues into the shocked silence of the temple. “I will arrange for you to receiveThe Ritual of P

In frustration, Torgan stumps back down the cellar stairs. He has received no support from his new employers, who have gone to bed. With res

Komzin, Rakthe, and Bayleaf approach the brazier, and climb within. Komzin selects a yellow stone and casts it into the flickering green flames at the center. The three experience the now-familiar flash of light, the sharp sulfurous smell, and the nauseating pull of magical teleportation.

The eight adventures mill around the coach depot, beneath the faded wooden sign, “Wallard & Son Transit and Cargo.” They have arrived in sin

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

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

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 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

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 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