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74. And so it begins.

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Mon, 14 May 2012 20:00:00 +0100

And really, this is how it started.

The party spent the day in Hackleton, foraging for any surviving provisions, researching, identifying, and making ready for a journey in search of the one named Belak the Outcast. The walkers wandered aimlessly around the village, no real threat to those who are quiet, careful, and protected by the power of Chauntea - so a foraging party was formed.

A little food was found in the Evils End tavern. Whilst savaging there, Marsha notice [...]

73. Revelations

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 20:00:00 +0100

Thanks to Symon for the last two entries. (They're good!) Normal service resumes.

73. Revelations

Then it was morning. A grey sky hung low over the village and rain fell relentlessly, turning the streets to slick rivulets of mud. Corpses lay in those streets, wet and rotting, crows hopping around on the bodies, looking for the most accessible flesh. A dozen or so more corpses walked, stumbling, slipping sometimes, in random paths around the main square. One of them [...]

MAGIC ITEMS

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Sat, 28 Apr 2012 20:00:00 +0100

Magical Items in the Vast Campaign

Sometimes, folks just can't remember what their non standard magic items are capable of - things that could make

the difference between life and death.

So here, for your entertainment and reference, is a list of the wierd, wonderful, and sometimes downright sinister

magic items to be found amongst the player characters. Enjoy.

Luminus Est, The Light of Steel.
The Giver of Sleep to Those Who Never Can
Kal'Krag [...]

Are you sure we're back in Kansas Dorothy?

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 20:00:00 +0100

In a flash the wolves had disappeared to be replaced by the warm musty smell of Malachi's work shed.

"Hmmmm" I must be dreaming thought Marsha out loud.

"You're not" said Jacob, "this is Malachi's workshop! Back in the Vast", he added for the benefit of the quizzical glances he was receiving from the until recently Ravenloft residents. The workshop had been ransacked.

Cweno, Garrat and Paffluous looked at each other curiously. Paff s [...]

Wish Upon a Star ...

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 20:00:00 +0100

A safe camp was provided for the group by Paffluous - up a rope into another dimension. There was one slight problem however, it would only hold 8 people and including the now somewhat distraught ex-girlfriend of Straad there would need to be space for 9! Not seeing much movement from the men of the group Marsha, huffed and said she'd stay with the distraught woman overnight. Which proved problematic. The woman was devoured by one of Straad's vampire bitches and Marsha with help from [...]

70. The Light of Steel

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Sun, 11 Mar 2012 20:00:00 +0100

70. The light of Steel

The secret door at the back of the hidden room grated open. The party could detect the writhing, spindly legs of many spider like creatures around the trapped chest. Everyone turned to the fireplace, and Jacob positioned himself directly between it and Pafflouous, who still stood in the thaumatic triangle, desperately trying to recover his concentration to complete the ritual of steel.

Rope like strands of web shot from the fireplace, hitting Jac [...]

69. Gas Man!

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 20:00:00 +0100

69. Gas Man!

The party correctly assumed that the chest was trapped. Hugh
reached out with his mind and lifted the corpse off the chest (noting that it
was dry, maybe drained of blood). Once clear, Garret used a cantrip to flip
open the lid. It came as no surprise that a trap was activated.

The panel in the fireplace slammed shut - but just before it
did, Isaiah got sight of a cloud of smoke or very fine dust that plumed up from
the chest.

[...]

68. He who pays the piper

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Mon, 27 Feb 2012 20:00:00 +0100

68. He who pays the piper.

The party decided to rest here in the private dining room rather than risk further exploration in their weakened condition. Bovrain and Isaiah agreed to watch, whilst the others made themselves as comfortable as they could, and quickly dropped into restless, exhausted sleep.

An hour or so into their watch, a strange glow appeared at the head of the dining table. The spectre of the ghostly minstrel appeared once more - and began to play.

Both [...]

67. Brief Encounter

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 20:00:00 +0100

67. Brief Encounter

Cweno and Bovrain decided that would follow the insectoid creature after all, and started out down the earthen tunnel. But the passage began to slope, and after about 30 feet it turned into a vertical pipe about five feet in diameter, that fell away into the rocky blackness of the pillarstone of Ravenloft itself, further than they could see. Bovrain thought that it could be climbed, but on balance, they decided not to proceed.

Whilst they were exploring, [...]

66. Confusion, rains.

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 20:00:00 +0100

66. Confusion, rains.

Cweno opened the door, and almost immediately the party discovered the source of the blood in the crystal goblets. They had emerged into an outer corridor and guard post, with arrow slits looking out into the castle courtyard, where the rain fell like a solid silver curtain in the dark.

Someone had dragged a large, gilded dining chair into the base of a guard tower. It looked distinctly out of place - as did the pale, unconscious young man tied to it.< [...]

65. Invisible Stalker

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 20:00:00 +0100

65. Invisible Stalker?

Searching the accountant and his office, the party discovered a bag of coins and a scroll of three clerical spells amongst the vast number of accounting documents. They took the accountants ruby ring, his greatsword, and the chain shirt that he had worn below his tattered black suit.

They also found a sec [...]

64. Castle Ravenloft

s.pttr7@virgin.net — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 20:00:00 +0100

64. Castle Ravenloft

The coach came to a halt at a broad turning point on the mountain road, leaving the party stranded on the mountainside on the edge of the gathering storm.

They pressed forward on foot, rounding the last bend, and were confronted by the staggering sight of Castle Ravenloft itself.

A gigantic gothic castle, built upon a single pinnacle of rock, towering a thousand feet over the valley and the village of Barovia, whose lights are lost in the sw [...]

Super fast-forward, catchy-uppy bit followed by a Stony Silence

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 20:00:00 +0100

The Wedding Crashers have discovered the slavers lair - rooms full of cages containing distressed and dishevelled looking people of all races, colours, ages and sexes. They've also successfully dispatched a number of Orc guards without raising alarms!

But now Womac and Grogg have wandered off down a corridor and are arguing over who gets to open it. However, when Grogg finally gets bored with the argument and pulls it open a strange thing happens - the floor falls away to become a s [...]

Pass the bug spray someone!

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 20:00:00 +0100

The night in the Temple of Gruumsh passed quietly, only the occasional sobbing and coughing from the remaining 8 slaves punctuated the silence. The threat from within the temple seemed to have been nipped in the bud - but what lay below?

In the very early hours of the morning the group started moving the dead out into the courtyard where Womac found a small and exquisitely crafted figurine of a troll around about where the large beast was last seen. Having heard whispers of figurines of [...]

What do you mean "They've got a Cave Troll"?

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 20:00:00 +0100

There were now 4 of the Wedding Crashers on the roof peering over into the crowded courtyard below ... a couple of over-turned tables gave cover to some orcs with crossbows, a small cart carried a weird looking contraption with barrels at one end and a metal tube at the other. There were a dozen or so orcs and a 1/2 orc in a robe ready and waiting for the group.

Grogg and Womac moved out of the inner garden into the corridor towards the courtyard and a couple of the orcs moved to attack [...]

Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman walk into a temple ...

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Sat, 13 Aug 2011 20:00:00 +0100

The exit from Daggerford was quick and painless - no fuss, no shouts of "Oi you!" and no torch bearing mobs! Quite unusual for the Wedding Crashers and a bit of a disappointment for Grogg.

After a couple of hours the group found themselves back on the track to the temple - Caled was sent silently forward to scan the track back to their camp after smoke was smelled coming down it.

He blended into the undergrowth, silently moving towards where they had left the wagons and [...]

How to Make Friends and Influence People ...

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 20:00:00 +0100

The camp was quiet as everyone rested after the battle and trek back to the carts. Edgeler rifled through the body of the dead mage pulling out coins and spell components - Celad passed a scroll to Womac and a wand to Alana.

Once everyone had caught their collective breaths, the discussion turned to what to do next and it was decided that a trip back to town would be the best idea now that whomever was still in the fortress temple would know that they were under attack. Bones were achin [...]

They Call Me the Wanderer ...

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 20:00:00 +0100

The fight with the undead was over and the fight with the norsemen looked as though it was about to kick off.

"The drow killed Alfredssonson." shouted their leader.

"A slave should know it's place - it attacked me. Touched me in fact." whispered Ril, ready to attack again.

"Let's not have this fight. Into the cart Ril" said Vess moving in front of the very angry looking drow.

Ril's attention focused now on Vess, "You do no [...]

Friendly or Unfriendly Fire?

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 20:00:00 +0100

The capture/rescued slaves were all strong looking men from the icy wastes of the North. They thanked the party for their rescue (although there appeared to be some contention on the issue of whether they had been in fact rescued) and agreed to help the party storm the temple.

With that the party made camp and attempted unsuccessfully to contact Blackstaff again using the stone. No answer. The only noise coming from Vess as he muttered constantly about being used and abused as pawns in [...]

Don't Shoot the Messenger!

myandar.wins@gmail.com — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 20:00:00 +0100

"Are you sure?" asked Edge, knowing immediately that: a) Celad was invariable correct when it came to his ability to spot and b) he hadn't heard Celad make one single joke in his 12 months of knowing him. "Andreais? Really?" But Celad was already drawing the cart to a halt and jumping down to confused looks from his compatriots.

"Andreais just ran across in front of me" explained Celad to confused looks around him, "He was pale, dirty and in a bit [...]