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Rookroost Recap 2nd of Growfest, CY 625 (02-15-2025)

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We approached the mines with caution, our senses heightened. It was immediately clear this was no ordinary dig. A hulking giant stood guard alongside a swarm of skeletons and a horde of shambling zombies. And at the heart of it all, a necromancer, channeling the foul magic of Iuz.

The battle was brutal. Those zombies, they were relentless, far stronger than we anticipated. We were quickly overwhelmed. Zelrog, with a roar of defiance, charged headlong into the fray, engaging the giant in a titanic struggle. Fiodar, fearless as ever, hacked his way through the zombie horde, his sights set on the necromancer. My wolf companions and I joined the fight against the giant, while Yasha rained arrows down upon our foes and kept us alive with her healing magic. Yuri, wielding that strange gauntlet of his, unleashed bolts of electrical energy, a dazzling display of power.

We felled the giant, then the necromancer, followed by the skeletons. But those damned zombies just kept coming. Just as we thought we had prevailed, reinforcements poured from the mine – more zombies, ogres, and another necromancer.

Zelrog fell first. We pressed on, foolishly believing we could still win. Then, darkness.

I awoke to find myself… elsewhere. Disoriented and weak. Yasha, bless her quick thinking, had somehow managed to escape with the wolf pack and our bodies. She’d brought us back to a safe location, where Cerik Mak’s magic revived me. With my strength returning, I was able to bring Zelrog back as well. She, in turn, used her magic to preserve Yuri until we could revive him the next day.

We spent a day recovering, licking our wounds and mourning our near defeat. Then, we began the long journey back to our bastions. Sixteen days of travel, our minds racing. We need reinforcements, better gear, or perhaps a new strategy entirely. This fight is far from over, and we need to be ready for whatever horrors those mines hold.

Ending 12th of Planting Season, Cy 625

Rookroost Recap 27th of Fireseek, CY 625 (02-01-2025)

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We stumbled upon a curious scene: the Obsidian Dragon in their humanoid form, engaged in conversation with Thol Mak. They spoke of powerful artifacts, the Gauntlet of Bane and the Eye of Vecna, though the latter was only referred to as “The Whispered One,” lest its true name draw unwanted attention. Thol Mak introduced us to the dragon, Ignisvitrumsable, also known as Ebonfrost.

A long journey then took us back to Rookroost, a twenty-eight day trek to update Alexander Engel on our progress with the keeps. He, too, sought the artifact we’d agreed to retrieve for Thol Mak. Zelrog, ever the diplomat, explained our agreement with the Necromongers. Alexander, though initially hesitant, accepted the situation, but on one condition: we swore a verbal, binding contract to aid Ulrich Stein in overthrowing Lord Mortoth and establishing him as the new ruler of Rookroost. Alexander emphasized the necessity of martial law until the city’s corruption could be purged.

We learned a disturbing truth: Lord Mortoth possessed the Eye of Vecna. This revelation explained his recent distancing from Iuz, who, driven by his hatred for Vecna, now sought the Eye and Hand of Vecna for himself. We were regaled with the history of these dread artifacts, and told of the only known way to destroy them: the Sword of Kas. But the Hand and the Sword remained lost, their whereabouts a mystery.

Another sixteen days of travel brought us to the Bastions, where we attended to matters within the keeps. From there, we ventured towards the mines, some fifteen miles distant. We decided to bypass the keeps for now, focusing instead on the mines which took another taxing sixteen days of travel. Rumor had it that they were more than just a source of ore; they were a pathway, a route to the Gauntlet of Bane.

Alten – Wolf Sentinel

Rookroost Recap 12th of Fireseek, CY 625 (01-25-2025)

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We then made our way to Western Leering Keep, hoping to strike a blow against Iuz’s forces. A quick scout revealed it to be far too well-defended. Demons mingled with orcs, and a strange, imposing knight patrolled the ramparts. Clearly, an assault would be suicidal.

Our next target was Splinter Keep, where we hoped to find elven allies and perhaps secure reinforcements for a future assault on Western Leering. But Splinter Keep, too, proved impenetrable. We were forced to retreat, and in the chaos, Yasha fell. We managed to recover her body, thank the gods, but the loss weighed heavily on our hearts.

Desperate to bring Yasha back, we traveled two weeks to the Cold Marshes and sought out the Necromongers. Thol Mak, their leader, offered us a grim bargain: resurrection in exchange for retrieving an artifact from Rift Canyon. He spoke of the artifact, how it had mysteriously emerged from the earth, attracting the attention of numerous factions. No one knew its purpose or how it came to be unearthed, but everyone seemed to want it.

Now, our course is set. We must clear Western Keep, free our comrades held captive within its walls, and secure the mines. Rumors abound that the mines are not just a source of ore, but a gateway to something more, something connected to the artifact in Rift Canyon. The threads of fate are drawing us deeper into this conflict, and we must be ready for whatever challenges lie ahead.

Altan- Wolf Sentinel

Rookroost Recap 5th of Fireseek, CY 625 (01-18-2025)

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A chill ran down my spine as I awoke, the remnants of a disturbing dream clinging to the edges of my consciousness. A monstrous figure, vaguely familiar, tormenting a Tiefling or perhaps a Cambion demon – the image was unclear. We found the creature, barely alive, tied to a stake. His last word, “Abaddon,” was a guttural rasp before black tentacles burst forth, splitting his skull open in a gruesome spectacle. A psychic shockwave radiated outwards, leaving us all reeling. A truly horrifying start to the day.

We encountered a band of orcs, goblins, and ogres led by a towering Frost Giant. A fierce battle ensued, but we prevailed, swiftly dispatching the monstrous band. Seizing an opportunity, we donned their crude armor and disguises, hoping to infiltrate the heavily fortified Northern Keep. Our ruse worked, and we managed to enter the keep posing as orc and goblin prisoners.

The keep teemed with archers, orcs, and goblins, a formidable force. During the chaos of our “capture,” a Vrock, a truly fearsome demon, managed to escape. Abaddon, or whatever force was behind those horrific visions, was not pleased. That night, we were plagued by relentless, disturbing dreams, leaving us exhausted and shaken the next morning

Altan- Wolf Sentinel