Legends and Lore

A Sea of Sand (Episode 75)

Altain’s Journal…

Entry 1:
We’ve now wandered deep into the merciless desert and the stifling heat is almost too much to bare. We now travel in four hour clips during only dawn and dusk in hopes of avoiding the intense heat of the day, and the unknown dangers sure to lurk in the deep night.

Entry 2:
Came under attack shortly after dawn. A strange desert creature, crab-like in nature with a hard armor-like shell. Suddenly erupted from the desert sands amongst our party but we quickly collected ourselves. Paralyzing tentacles proved problematic but we were able to neutralize this danger with our superior numbers. Thankful there was only one of it and four of us.

Entry 3:
During the night we were attacked yet again! This time three oversized scorpions, one of which was as large as a horse!! Thankfully I was able to awaken the group before the poisonous critters could take the camp by surprise.

Entry 4:
We continue southeast in the hopes of discovering the lair of a blue dragon named in the prophecy. If all else fails perhaps we will discover a large volcano. It is there that we believe a red dragon may lair nearby. Unfortunately it all seems to be a long shot at the moment. It often seems hopeless, and some feel we have no true direction, but Fin believes we are guided by a higher power.

Entry 5:
Unforeseen tragedy! We thought we were becoming accustomed to the ambush attacks from the various strange inhabitants of these eastern desert lands, but nothing could prepare us for this. A sudden attack erupting from beneath the wind blown sands. A massive brown dragon blasting our group with the stinging grains of sand that surrounded us as it worked itself up into a furious frenzy. The immediate danger was obvious, but the divine healing of Bahamut, and Fin serving as his vessel, all this added a level of comfort that we would surely prevail once again – after after all we always do. Then the terrifying realization that this is no ordinary beast, but one of great intelligence. It recognized Fin’s ability to heal others, and quickly adjusted its target accordingly. Soon Fin found himself under full assault, as the draconic beast unleashed a swirling blast of sand from its immense maw upon the group before raking the paladin with a series of claw attacks that began tearing his armor asunder. We tried to do all we could to remove focus from our badly injured comrade but to no avail. The beast seemed possessed of a single minded focus unlike any I have witnessed before. Finally Fin collapsed, but the assault continued still! The world hath no fury like a dragon unleashed! In desperate attempt to help we released a frenzy of our own upon the brown dragon, and our attacks began to take their toll as well. But still the beast flailed about with all its rage and might, and soon Robyn fell to the desert sands as well. It was shortly after that we finally managed to fell the ancient draconic beast, but the news that followed stole nearly all our hope. Robyn would most likely recover, but Fin had apparently passed, his wounds too grievous to overcome…

Entry 6:
After settling down for a much needed rest the reality of it all has begun to sink in. It was during this time of reflection that Fin’s body suddenly began to glow with a blindingly intense light. Then as quickly as it began the light began to fade – Fin’s body had vanished!!! Thankfully we had removed his gear shortly after his passing, but upon packing up to move out we discovered his armor and sword had vanished as well!

Entry 7:
Where to go from here we do not know? We have lost not only a dear friend in Fin, but the Chosen One of Bahamut. All now feels hopeless. Should we turn back to the west where the heartlands seem to have successfully pushed back the darkness? Perhaps we should continue east in the hopes of extinguishing any chance that the darkness might spread over this world once again? I now stare over a smoldering campfire while Robyn and Mongo rest peacefully in the cold desert night, but I can’t help but wonder what difference the mere three of us could possibly make? Was our greatest weakness our overconfidence? I am now filled with questions and doubt. It was a Paladin filled with belief and hope that renewed our faith in the lost gods, and its this legacy that we all must protect by spreading his undying hope. RIP Fin LaVie…

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The Far East (Episode 74)

Mongo’s journal…

Entry 1:
Our travels to the east have proven relatively uneventful. After resupplying in New Haven we once again ventured into the surrounding swamps. Often we noted we were being watched but the inhabitants seemed to recognize our strength as none dared attempt to attack. I look forward to once again setting foot on dry land.

Entry 2:
We have spent numerous days following the rolling grasslands eastward. Once again our trip has proven peaceful, but in the back of all our minds we know it can not remain so.

Entry 3:
We can see mountainous lands to the east and it is also in that direction that we also begin to see an immense sea of sand. I can feel the temperatures climbing already, or perhaps it is merely my mind anticipating what I know will be?

Entry 4:
We have barely set foot into this vast eastern desert when we discovered an encampment of little people known as halflings. They are small in stature and many of them walk upon the hot desert sands without any shoes! This group appears to be a nomadic tribe of merchants, living in nothing but a series of tents and selling survival goods as well as camels. A worthwhile business venture I am sure, as it is surely without doubt the last opportunity to resupply for any travelers before entering these harsh and deadly conditions.

Entry 5:
We have purchased several camels from the small peoples of this harsh land. I have little doubt that they will prove to be a wise purchase in the coming days.

Entry 6:
The next day we spotted a caravan in the distant sands. At first glance we were unsure what to make of it, but soon discovered it appeared to be carrying captives in caged wagons. The wagons draft animals were also of note as each appeared to be some sort of tri-horned behemoth. These creatures were massive, standing bipedal but still reaching what appeared to be nearly eight feet tall. After a short debate we decided to investigate further, and the situation deteriorated quickly from there. Once again we managed to prevail but over what we could not be sure. It appears to be some sort of slave caravan…

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Assassins! (Episode 73)

Fin’s journal…

Entry 1:
It is now morning, and I for one am glad it is here. Last night was once again filled with the unexpected as an attempt on my life was made just before sunrise. A strange man with yellowish flesh, and what I assume to be his Imp ally, nearly assassinated me. The imp must have been invisible to have managed to sneak upon me without notice. Thankfully the blade which slashed my throat did not impede my ability to draw breath however, and once again Bahamut’s good graces saved my life. Altain seems to believe the man to be of a race known as Githyanki? Apparently they usually dwell in the Astral Sea and are not native to this plane of existence? But what he is doing here I have little idea. Altain believes the Githyanki to affiliate with Red Dragon’s however, so perhaps this has something to do with the attempt on my life? Luckily we are all still alive. We know little at this time of any Red Dragon’s in the realm however so there is still much to discover.

Entry 2:
Today we met with officials of Timbervale, and several of the dwarves from Hammerfast. We explained our recent discoveries in the northlands, and what might be expected in the future. They then filled us in on recent activities in the local area, but there was little to report until a ten day ago when Sir Oakley was found to be missing.

Entry 3:
We are now preparing to head into Timbervale before heading east. But before we depart I negotiated the addition of a secret vault to be built at the lower level of the East Wind Temple by dwarven stoneworkers from Hammerfast. After the completion of this project Altain has also put forth payment to the dwarves for the completion of roads connecting the East Wind to both Timbervale and Hammerfast. In the meantime we have entrusted Todariche Nem to watch over our wealth until the completion of the secret vault.

Entry 4:
Liquidated some platinum coins for gold coins before leaving the East Wind as Platinum seems too valuable a currency for the people of this region to exchange. Thankfully the dwarves can handle its value and are willing to exchange for gold coins at fair market value. We are now in Timbervale where I am waiting to acquire my newly engraved plate armor from the local blacksmith. His workmanship is impressive! Bahamut would be proud.

Entry 5:
With each spare moment of the day I find myself fascinated by the bone-tooth whistle recovered from the white dragon Sleet’s lair. I think I understand its workings but can not be certain whether my thoughts are indeed accurate. May Bahamut guide me with the wisdom required to make use of such a mystical item such as this.

Entry 6:
Before leaving Timbervale we were advised to take on sufficient supplies as we approach the far eastern deserts. Hunting food, and finding fresh water is of great concern in this Sea of Sand, and we have been told that many have been known to parish due to a lack of supplies. It is under this influence, and these words of wisdom, that we have decided to resupply in New Haven. We dare not risk beyond New Haven whether or not there will be any other civilizations that might provide such needs…

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Abduction! (Episode 72)

Altain’s journal…

Entry 1:
We now make are way south in an attempt to escape the frozen mountains and tundra of the north. We are loaded down with riches beyond our wildest imagination. This added weight is undoubtedly slowing our progress. The descent from the wall will surely be a joyous occasion indeed.

Entry 2:
We have now trekked several days and descended the second mountain. We are now ascending the final slopes of the last mountain. It is there that the final frozen tundra will be found, and our descent just beyond. Snow fog is beginning to set in significantly reducing our visibility to less than 50 feet.

Entry 3:
As we crossed the final frozen wasteland late today a near disaster reared its ugly head. It was during a heavy snowfall which was hampering our visibility. Then we suddenly spotted several individuals approaching us from the east. But it was their lumbering gait that touched us off to their true nature, chillborn! Next thing we knew we were suddenly surrounded in nearly every direction. Quickly we made haste to press southward hoping to find some kind of a seam in their immense numbers. Unfortunately not all of us could keep pace however in the deepening snow, and soon several found themselves trapped, including myself. A fierce battle ensued for our very survival, and the dwarf Mongo soon found himself beseiged by over a half dozen of the white-fleshed undead! Things were beginning to look bleak, and I was left to wonder whether this might be the end for some. After the defeat of the mighty dragon of the north, Sleet, one couldn’t help but wonder how tragic a loss at this point might be with our descent from the mountains so near. Then as quickly as Mongo found himself under duress he suddenly managed to free himself before scrambling toward Robyn who was now pointing us southerly toward hopeful freedom. Fin, apparently finding our situation to be dire indeed, had already begun praying in the hopes that Bahamut might guide the way. Whether coincidence, or not, somehow we made our way through the masses a short time later and finally reached the wall. Without pause we began our desperate descent.

Entry 4:
It is late afternoon and we have come across what appears to be mountain troll tracks. The three large toes attached to the massive depression are a sure give away. The tracks are headed westward, meaning the coast should be clear if we continue south.

Entry 5:
Finally we have exited the wall and made it into the foothills. It is here that we met a scouting group of four dwarves led by one named Adrik. They seemed to know of us even though we knew not of them. They kindly led us to Timbervale over the next several days.

Entry 6:
Once in Timbervale Fin immediately sought out a blacksmith to engrave his newfound plate armor with symbols of Bahamut. We also set up a meeting with town leaders for the following day in order to inform them of our progress, and any current threats.

Entry 7:
As dusk began to fall we finally returned to the Temple of the East Wind, but what should have been a joyous homecoming was quickly darkened by news of a disappearance! Sir Oakley had been abducted a ten day ago. Signs of a possible struggle, along with the ransacking of the Chosen One’s office the only tell tale signs of the event. Thankfully Fin discovered footprints nearly 200 yards from the premisis to the east. It appeared that Sir Oakley had been taken by two large individuals, and was flanked on both sides. But beyond that the trail had grown cold over the last ten days.

Entry 8:
The next day we made our rounds in the city of Timbervale, hoping to flush out some clues to who might have abducted the paladin. After nearly three hours we finally found a man who admitted speaking to a darkly cloaked man standing nearly seven feet tall. Fin immediately asked whether the man spoke with any sort of noticeable accent, and this was quickly confirmed. Apparently the cloaked man spoke with a strange lisp, often accentuating his "s"es. Fin seemed confident these were in fact no men, but draconians! The men had claimed to be interested in The East Wind Temple, and of the spreading rumors that true healing had returned to the world. It was assumed that they intended to join the movement, but this now appeared to be just a cover for their true intentions.

Entry 9:
Fin now ponders the possibility of whether or not the kidnappers really have any use for Sir Oakley? There is the real possibility that this in fact might be bait to lure us into a trap. Unfortunately Fin admits there is no way to be certain either way.

Entry 10:
That night we return to the temple to speak with the sage Todariche Nem. It is during this restless night that we show him our newly discovered wealth, and the strange platinum coins we now carry with us. He shows a noticeable shock upon first glance. The coins are confirmed to be of ancient make from a fallen empire of long ago. He then confirms our suspicions that each coin is equal in value to ten gold pieces! We must now rest as our meeting with city officials will take place first thing tomorrow. Then we must quickly give chase to the east in the hopes of saving our missing friend Sir Oakley.

Entry 11:
As I meditate during the night, and stand guard per the usual I can’t help but notice Fin’s inability to rest. He continued to pace throughout the night until he decided to cut off a piece of the bronze dragon scale we collected in the ancient ruins of Kiris Dahn. But the scale was stronger than expected, and eventually required the use of my enchanted blade. Then Fin attempted to crush the piece of bronze dragon scale, but this too proved nearly impossible. It wasn’t until he found Sir Oakley’s enchanted mace that this was finally achieved. I am not quite sure what Fin LaVie has in mind, but it seems to have something to do with the newly discovered vial and the bone-tooth whistle?

Entry 12:
Fin has slept little, if any, leading up to this morning. He now sits with Todariche Nem discussing the possible location of any volcanoes to the east. It is then that the elderly sage asked to see our map. Then he began to scan the parchment while engaging in a legend about an ancient city to the southeast. Apparently many centuries ago this city avoided a near apacolyptic end when the extinct volcano in which it resided suddenly began to erupt! The city was thrown into ruins, but a complete eruption was avoided sparing some of the more fortunate citizens. Unfortunately much of the history has been lost in these dark times, but Todariche believes the ancient city to be known by historians as Cauldron. It was with that simple word that he unerringly pointed directly to a southeastern volcano on the map with a small lake sitting at its center! We now prepare for our trek eastward…

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The Dragon's Hoard (Episode 71)

Mongo’s journal…

Entry 1:
It is hard to put into words what we’ve discovered on this day. A dragon’s hoard the likes of which few in history have ever seen. There is much work to be done as the riches are buried deep within the ice, but we must sleep first for we are all exhausted from our near death experience.

Entry 2:
In the morning we began the excavation into the floor of this icy cavern. We can see the gold coins glistening below the surface of the ice. There is no way to know how great our discovery, or how deep the pile of coins might be, but it appears to be of some significance.

Entry 3:
It’s now getting late, and nearing time to rest for the evening. Excavation of the site is far from over but our find has proven greater than any of us dared imagine. In one day we have already removed more coins and jewels than we could ever hope to carry! Silver and gold beyond imagination!!

Entry 4:
During the night an enormous worm-like creature rose from a nearby chasm, the northern people call this strange creature a remorhaz. Thankfully it made its way towards the dead dragon to feed, and then dragged the rest of the carcass into the chasm from which it came.

Entry 5:
Another day of excavations has revealed silver, gold, copper, and platinum coins beyond imagination once again. If I hadn’t seen it all with my own eyes I would surely doubt such a story. Jewelry and pottery created from these precious metals has also been discovered in great quantities.

Entry 6:
Unimaginable wealth uncovered yet again today, but it is a simple clay tablet that has caught our attention on this day. Strange symbols are etched into its gray surface. Thankfully several in our group recognize the symbols as that of the draconic tongue. It reads as follows: “Disturb my horde for your greed deserves its due, but choose wisely or a fate worse than me shall befall you”. These words bring an uneasy silence over the entire group. There seems to be some disagreement of what all this might mean, and our high spirits are now dampened. It appears to be some sort of curse…

Entry 7:
After much thought we believe the best course of action would be to exercise great caution on what we choose to take from the countless items being uncovered. Anything that appears to be even slightly symbolic of evil will be left behind, this includes several golden statues undoubtedly of immense value.

Entry 8:
The remorhaz returned last night but Altain managed to drive it over a nearby ledge into the chasm below, and thankfully it hasn’t returned. Altain now sits with a large pearl-like orb nearly the size of a goblin’s head. White mist swirls inside and we are pretty certain its another dragon orb.

Entry 9:
Mundane necklace with oval onyx stone, warm to the touch heart shaped brooch that beats softly, several silvery metal bands that appear to be rings, mithral plate armor, a beautifully crafted waraxe, and a black cloak that causes a ripple in the surrounding air are just a few of the items uncovered throughout the next several days.

Entry 10:
One item discovered has us puzzled. It looks to be a large tooth, perhaps the size of a small fist, with a small hole bored through the sharp tip. two small holes can also be found on the side with a small concave dip between them. The holes run through the length of the tooth and are all interconnected. Robyn speculates that it is perhaps some type of horn? Near the tooth we also discovered a small glass vial with a silvery residue inside. These items seem useless, but Altain seems to indicate that they radiate an aura of enchantment. Fin has volunteered to take them both.

Entry 11:
Robyn has decided to wear the mundane necklace with the onyx stone that we found several days earlier. It seems to possess the ability to instill confidence and believability in story telling, as Robyn likes to see it anyway, and the rogue seems to think it will prove useful. He has given Altain the heart shaped brooch in exchange for the necklace. I have chosen the black cloak from our find, it will not only serve me well in our chilling travels ahead, but seems to possess other enchantments as well. I have been seeking just such an item for a very long time.

Entry 12:
After a ten day holed up in this cavern we have found a cave leading out. Laden down with riches we once again venture out into the great white northland. Our destination, The East Wind Temple.

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Sleet (Episode 70)

Robyn’s journal…

Entry 1:
The battle with the beholder has required each of us to settle in for a rest. Bodies encased in ice can be seen in various chambers surrounding us. We’ve decided that we should free the poor souls in order to give them a proper burial. One of the entombed bodies appears to wear what looks to be a frost wolf pelt. Altain says that it radiates some sort of magical aura. Nothing else seems of interest. Mongo and Altain both seem interested in the frost wolf pelt and are currently negotiating some sort of agreement.

Entry 2:
Altain has now donned the frost wolf pelt and we are now heading northward across the frozen tundra. Once again the winds have begun to howl across this barren land biting deep into our unprotected flesh. The northlands seem to be filled with nothing but misery.

Entry 3:
Encountered a huge wolf during the heavy snowfall late in the day. Killed it quickly in the hopes it wouldn’t have an opportunity to alert any frost giant scouts that may be in the area. But the canine’s cries as it neared death may have given us away. We buried the body as quickly as possible and now must pray it isn’t discovered anytime soon. Perhaps the intense cold will be to our advantage for a change.

Entry 4:
Wasn’t long after killing the huge wolf that three mammoths appeared with mounted scouts less than fifty yards away. Two huge wolves could be seen leading the way, apparently searching for our scent. Four massive blue-skinned giants brought up the rear. We took up hiding behind several large drifts hoping to avoid detection. Looked to be a search party, and we chose to remain hidden, wanting no part of such a large band of giants. Thankfully they passed into the snowy weather beyond, and we quickly made haste in the opposite direction.

Entry 5:
Trees have now disappeared entirely, and we are surrounded by a vast stretch of flat land. After nearly a half hour of travel Altain decided to dig below the snows surface – ICE! Little did we know a frozen lake sat just below our feet! It’s the clue I’ve been looking for during the past several days, and we now dare hope that the lair of the White Dragon lies somewhere near.

Entry 6:
Walked nearly twenty more minutes across the ice when a faint cracking sound was detected beneath our collective weight. Nervously we slowly spread out in the hopes of distributing our weight over a greater distance. We can only hope this relieves some of the stress.

Entry 7:
Near disaster! Mongo suddenly vanished while walking about thirty feet ahead of me, the ice below his feet apparently giving away suddenly!! Then just as sudden Fin vanished from view just over eighty feet away on my right flank!!! Quickly I wielded around, only to find Altain nearly swallowed by a huge gaping hole directly in front of him. Thank the gods he somehow managed to avoid the sudden surprise and leapt back at the last second. After we had both collected ourselves we cautiously approached the huge hole in the ice, only to discover that there was no water, just a deep darkness? It was then that we recalled an incline in the terrain we had passed over a short ways back, an obvious end to what was the frozen lake, and one we had failed to note. Altain then decided it would be best if we joined our two ropes to lower one of us down. Then Altain grabbed hold and began his decline to whatever might lay below. Unfortunately he soon lost his grip however, and fell awkwardly to the snow packed ground far below. Then I attempted to descend as well using my acrobatic skills, but the fall was well over a hundred feet. I am lucky to be alive!

Entry 8:
Once inside the cave system, and over one hundred twenty feet below the hole in the ice from which we entered, we began searching for our two missing companions. Thankfully both Altain and I possessed the ability to see in the darkness, but it was what we saw that suddenly ran our blood cold. Just past a large ice column the sound of leathery wings could be heard unfurling, and then shortly after we both spotted the massive wingspan of the great white beast. An astounding fifty feet from one wing tip to the other! Yet we were still unable to see the body of the beast which was still hidden behind the large ice column. Then a raspy whisper suddenly filled the chamber, the dragon had somehow sensed our presence!? Carefully, and without a response, both of us carefully made our way behind the pillar of ice to sneak a peek at the magnificent beast. The view did not disappoint as the dragon’s snow white scales glittered like newly fallen snow with shadows of icy-blue filling the deep recesses between each stunning scale. But our awe soon turned to shock as we began to make out the silhouette of our Paladin of Bahamut, Fin, unconscious and pinned beneath one of the dragon’s razor sharp claws! It was at this moment that Altain realized that the dragon had spotted him, and he prepared for a sudden attack. Recognizing this I released my dagger “Triflik’s Blade” striking the beast. The dragon quickly roared in anger before digging his claw deeper into Fin’s chest. Blood spurted from the unconscious paladin’s mouth and ran down the sides of his chest and began pooling on the ice and snow covered floor staining it a deep red. It was obvious that Fin was near death already and neither of us dared risk yet another attack. It was during these tense moments that I began to wonder where the dwarf Mongo might be? But there was little time to contemplate as Fin was in desperate need of our immediate help. Altain realizing the severity of the situation finally revealed himself moments later, resulting in a sneering show of deadly teeth from the huge white dragon known by local legend as Sleet. Immediately I tensed, worrying that the eladrin might not be up to the task, but Altain seemed to create an immediate repore with Sleet. Or perhaps the dragon was merely seeking some sort of simple amusement before killing both Altain and Fin? None the less it had bought us precious time to think. Then something shocking took place, Fin suddenly regained consciousness! Then he vanished from sight, only to reappear a short distance away. We waited no longer. The epic struggle for survival had begun.

Entry 9:
The battle was unlike any I had ever fought before, and thankfully the massive white dragon never did spot my striking position throughout the battle, but what I witnessed I shall never forget. Altain and Fin nearly ripped apart countless times while our dwarven friend Mongo was still nowhere to be found. Then the dwarf finally appearing in the cavern entrance nearly a minute into the conflict. My three brave companions then falling unconscious at various times, laying on the icy cavern floor their lifeblood escaping from their badly wounded bodies with each passing second. My inability to help, and their refusal to die. Somehow fighting off death and regaining consciousness time and again. Then during one terrifying moment all three of my companions fell to the ground unconscious, nearly dead. Then when I thought that this must surely be the end, noticing Mongo suddenly move. The dwarf was somehow still alive! Blood now stained the entire icy cavern floor, mine being the only one not to have left it’s crimson mark. Then with the balance still in great doubt I carefully aimed one final shot of my dagger at the white dragon’s throat, and by the grace of the gods it struck true felling the massive beast! Quickly I scrambled from my safehaven still unscratched in an attempt to stabilize Fin and Altain. Mongo was already at the scene however, and it was then that I realized that the dwarf had somehow cheated death, his body literally drenched with the blood.

Entry 10:
We are now all conscious, and all though severely tested we have somehow achieved a great victory. When strong enough we each made our way over to Sleet’s fallen form before slicing a great gash across the magnificent beast’s chest. Then we quenched our weapons once again in the dragon’s life blood, and once again the hilts of our weapons began to hum quietly as the blood flowed over our hands. It was the familiar sensation we had all been waiting for, our weapons gaining further enchantments. Altain and Mongo then began to speak of the dragon’s hoard!? But it wasn’t until I began to walk about the dragon’s dead body that I started to notice a mountain of coins underneath the ice! Quickly we began to scour the area in an attempt to see what else might lay beneath us. It was then that we began to see golden statues and vases of great value mixed amongst the coins. But it was the cloaks and armor that truly garnered our undivided attention, and without a word the excavation began… It’s good to be alive!

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Tombs of Ice (Episode 69)

Robyn’s journal…

Entry 1:
After a difficult night of fighting off yet another frost giant with several massive wolves, and then finally some much need sleep, we now prepare to continue descending the mountain to the valley below. It is frightfully cold this morning.

Entry 2:
Now in the valley and I am shaking uncontrollably from the biting cold. The wind seems to rush over the valley floor adding to my intense misery. Having trouble feeling my fingers and toes.

Entry 3:
Just attacked by a chimera near the valley floor. Luckily we saw it at the last second, possibly avoiding a disastrous surprise. The beast still burns from the enchantment of Altain’s blade, so we will warm ourselves and try some of the cooked meat.

Entry 4:
Feeling much better. Warm and well fed. Just in time for making our way up the next mountain. Hope to find some sign that we are heading in the right direction. The goliath elders mentioned something about a frozen lake marking the proper direction to the white dragons lair, but no signs of it yet.

Entry 5:
Have reached the end of the tree line of the next mountain. We will make camp here and continue our upward trek in the morning.

Entry 6:
Spotted a cave in the distance and we are now making our way there.

Entry 7:
Found nine frozen bodies buried in snow at the entrance of the cave. Fin worries that they may be chillborn so we decided to decapitate them, and give them proper burial rites. Inside the cave a ten foot diameter hole was discovered. Altain dropped a torch down to see how far it descended, turns out to be nearly forty feet below. We fastened a rope before descending into the cavern complex. Inside several ice bridges can be seen, but its cold, dark, and eerie. No signs of any activity thus far.

Entry 8:
Chillborn began rising from the ice and snow of the cavern shortly after we entered. Feared we may need to flee but things got intense quickly. We cut down over a half dozen of the frozen undead before a strange beholder suddenly appeared from a nearby ravine. Unlike other floating eyeballs I have learned of, this one seems native to the cold as it is covered in a coat of white armor-like plates, or scales, and its eye rays emit various cold effects.

Entry 9:
After defeating the Eye of Frost we made our way to the various individuals we’ve discovered incased in blocks of ice. After chiseling each one out we discovered a frostwolf pelt on one of the dead men. The pelt is snowy white, and Altain believes it to be enchanted. Mongo’s eyes show an excitement I rarely see from the dwarf, yet he seems willing to offer the rare find to Altain if he would like it. The two are now negotiating for the item in a very dignified manner. We have grown closer as a group than I had ever dreamt possible.

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The Hunt (Episode 68)

Altain’s journal…

Entry 1:
We have been accepted into the Goliath encampment. The Elder Council has deemed us trustworthy. After earning their trust many questions remained, and we were allowed to ask as we pleased. We returned the generosity by providing answers to their questions as well. We quickly learn that they know little of dragons, except that they are the stuff of children’s tales. They promise to question one of their tribes elders however about legends of the past in hopes of providing any clues that may exist regarding such a beast. We still hold out hope that we may soon learn more from these nomadic people.

Entry 2:
Further talks with these nomadic half-giant people have brought new facts to light. The blue-skinned giants we killed earlier are known as frost giants. We informed the goliath leaders that the frost giants tried to talk us into raiding their encampments. The two sides seem very much at odds with one another. The goliath’s also spoke of the chillborn, frozen undead who walk these forsaken lands north of the wall. Many of the tribesmen seem to believe these are the cursed remains of those less fortunate, who have frozen or died due to the harsh conditions of the north. They are to be feared by all, and can quickly outnumber unwary travelers who fail to recognize the immense danger their sudden presence presents.

Entry 3:
Our hosts have apparently discovered a town elder who knows more about the legend of the Great White Wyrm. The beast apparently many centuries ago dominated these frozen lands of the north and was known by the name Sleet, due to its cold and stormy breath weapon. But this draconic beast vanished nearly 300 years ago according to ancient legend. The old tribesman also seemed shocked that this ancient legend appeared to be rooted in truth! Expressing the fact that he had always believed such a beast to be little more than a story told to children around a campfire over many generations. He also seems to know a bit about where the Great White Wyrm might be located as many of these stories seem to center around a cave complex near the next mountain peak.

Entry 4:
After a good nights rest we prepared to make our way towards the next mountain peak. But we must first descend from our current location and cross the valley below. Once again the winds howl between the towering peaks and the falling snow is beginning to make visibility difficult. Fin spotted suspicious drifts later in the day. I believe we wisely chose to avoid the area. The chillborn, as the goliath tribesmen call them, make my blood run cold. Will avoid at any cost!

Entry 5:
We have finally reached the tree line and now hope to find a safe location to rest from both the wintry conditions, and the dangers that lurk beyond.

Entry 6:
We’ve found a ridge in which to take cover from the wintry winds. Robyn seems uncomfortable with the position however and is now burrowing a tunnel nearby in which to take refuge for the night.

Entry 7:
Attacked during the night by two freakishly large wolves over six feet tall at the shoulders! A frost giant soon followed, apparently the wolves master. Luckily we received some warning from Altain this time however, and were able to put up a proper defense. Killed all three but I have little doubt that there will be more as it almost seems as though they are hunting us. Important to note that this frost giant was substantially larger than the scouts mounted of mammoths that we previously encountered. I wonder how much larger they can get?…

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Beware: Giants! (Episode 67)

Fin’s journal…

Entry 1:
Wow! We were suddenly taken by surprise while treking across the frozen tundra by a group of giant scouts. Thankfully Altain caught a glimpse of them at the final second and shouted the alarm. These blue-skinned giants rode the backs a large wooly mammoths the likes of which I have never seen over my countless years. We were fortunate this time, but these blue-skinned giants are not to be taken lightly.

Entry 2:
Another cold night ahead as darkness begins to fall. The frigid temperatures of the nights would be deadly if not for our numerous animal hides to hold in the warmth. We have also cut up the animal furs the giants wore to create several larger blankets for ourselves. There is no wood to be found in these upper elevations making it impossible to start a fire. The furs are all we have to keep us alive!

Entry 3:
On this night I stayed up during the early watch to assist Altain while he was in a state of mental trance before getting some shut eye during the late hours of the night. The next thing I remember is being enveloped in fire! Something had discovered our presence upon this frozen wasteland, and none of us were sure of what had suddenly happened. The smell of burnt hair, and flesh, filled our senses as we scattered in all directions in an attempt to gather ourselves. After the early moments of surprised confusion we soon discovered the identity of our attacker, a snow-white griffon of some strange sort! But this snow griffon was apparently capable of spewing forth a blast of fiery breath!! We quickly began to counter attack soon after, and our numbers soon proved too great for rimefire griffon (if I remember the beasts name correctly from my countless studies?). The beast was unable to escape.

Entry 4:
Altain proved to be the only companion that was able to avoid any burns from the griffons fiery breath. Guess he was the lucky one to be on watch. If only he could have provided some kind of warning.

Entry 5:
It’s been several days now and we have finally come to the end of the frozen tundra, and it appears that we are headed into the rocky cliffs of another mountain. We are now far removed from any sort of civilization.

Entry 6:
It is nearing nightfall and we have spotted nearly a half dozen crude homes in the distance. Tree trunks create the shelters skeletal design with animal hides stretched across the gaps. They are built onto a small plateau on the side of the mountain. As we study this surprising discovery from afar we suddenly notice a large figure looming behind a rocky outcropping in the distance. It is obvious that the large man is watching us closely, just as we are him. His skin appears grayish against the white snow with strange markings, or tattoo’s, upon his exposed arms and bald head. He looks big. Probably somewhere between seven to eight feet tall! We are now discussing whether to approach as we are unsure if these strange people might be friendly?…

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Frozen Tundra (Episode 66)

Mongo’s journal…

Entry 1:
There were simply too many. We were forced to run for our lives for what seemed like hours. Northward, higher into the mountains, the only route which had not been cut off by the frozen dead, or should I say frozen undead? They suddenly appeared from beneath the snow one after another until their numbers seemed too great to overcome! Sure we slaughtered many as I expected, but out of the fog countless others continued to appear as though drawn to us? Their bluish-white flesh frozen upon their lifeless bones, and a death-like cold emenating from their very presence. I don’t know what these frozen undead were, but the very thought of them chills me to the very bone. We are fortunate to be alive…

Entry 2:
Discovered a large steaming pile-o-dung near the top of the mountain. Looks a bit larger than that of a horse or cow so whatever left it must be quite large. Fin seems to think it may be the sign of a dragon, I call it wishful thinking. Robyn seems to think we are looking for the impossible, but Fin simply reminds him that we need to start somewhere.

Entry 3:
Fin spotted a half dozen wolves over the horizon so we quickly gave chase. They were hungry, but we were cold. We won, and now wear their coats in the hopes of staving off the cold.

Entry 4:
During the first nights in the mountains we often heard the howling of wolves, but those sounds have now been replaced by calls of what I believe to be a mountain goat, and perhaps a mountain lion? Fin once again believes the roar to be that of a dragon, and the mountain goat its soon to be a meal, perhaps?

Entry 5:
We were attacked by strange creatures today. Bipedal beasts covered in whitish-gray fur, and blood red eyes. Tried to ambush us but we killed several before the rest fled. Probably mistakened us for their next meal. Wolves made that mistake a few days ago – bad idea! Bwhahahahaha

Entry 6:
We finall reached the top of the Wall today, and a vast frozen tundra now spans before us. Jagged mountain peaks tower in the distant north, but it is nice to be on flat ground for now. Discovered what looked to be a frozen pond a few mile further north, but it wasn’t. Altain decided to check the ice’s strength and the creaking sounds of distress soon followed. Then a giant worm suddenly exploded from below shattering the ice! It was huge, with a frill running down its back that pulsated a burning red, its segmented body supported by dozens of small legs. The heat emanating from the huge white worm was intense, and its bite nearly proved deadly as the creature swallowed me whole moments later! If you could’ve only seen my companions faces when I cut the beast down from the inside before being purged from the beasts belly. Just figured I could kill it faster from the inside!

Entry 7:
Spotted tracks in the snow the very next day again. Strange round tracks perhaps 3 or 4 feet wide. Followed them through the day, and picked up the trail again after a good nights sleep. Fin believes they may be wooly mammoth tracks. Never seen one of them before, must be big suckers!

Entry 8:
Fin has spotted a mommoth in the distance, but snow is getting heavy and visibility is down to fifty yards at best. We will move in to get a better…

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