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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

Rookroost Recap 4th of Needfest, CY 625 (01-04-2025)

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With our fellow Wegwiur (Wolf Nomads) maintaining the Central Leering Keep we set our eyes on Northern Leering Keep. PsyBorn Yin-Salvalore has decided to spread the heroics of the mighty Sir Fiodar “Fedar” Osmanivič Mikhailcki (PsyBorn took liberty to add the title of Sir) in the taverns and will meet him later at his encampment to listen to the tales of his new adventures!

The winter is hitting particularly hard today. As we trudge through the snow, an old man crosses our path. With his blue eyes peering from underneath his tan, flat brimmed hat, he asks for our help. His village is in need of help as they have no resources and have been pillaged by raiders. When asked where the village is, he points with his cudgel slightly north from the road. Fiodar without hesitation accepts and helps the old man onto his horse.

Once they reach the village, the disheveled villagers approach the strangers. The village has smoldering building that were damaged by a raid and torn down walls. Hesitant to trust the strangers, the old man gets down and explains they are here to help. With their gazes never leaving the strangers they immediately become calm and trusting. We help repair damages and provide food for the villagers.

The raiders, are hulking masses of flesh and muscle. Ogres, much more than simple raiders. These foul smelling simpletons weren’t expecting a resistance force. We charge into battle swiftly taking them out. The brutish Ogres had supplies from a prior raid and we distributed them to the villagers.

The old man offers each of us rewards of the magical kind. Fiodar gives the man an offering for a charm, a thousand gold pieces no less! When he hands him the sack of gold the old man vanishes and the sack thuds to the ground. A villager asks them who they were speaking to? We give them the description of the old man and the villagers starting kneeling and praising Saint Cuthbert. Fiodar states the gold is a donation.

We rest for a few more days helping with more repairs and getting to know the villagers. We find out the village is called Cudgel’s Rest, a fitting name for worshipers of Saint Cuthbert.

Heading out for the Northern Leering Keep in the frigid weather, in which the pack seems very comfortable, we finally make camp about ten miles out of the keep. I still wonder about our friend Fiodar. What is his home like and what exactly does he expect from his fortune and fame. Longing to return back home, I shake off the snow from my fur and bury myself in with the pack dreaming of my family lost and family gained.

Altan – Wolf Sentinel

Rookroost Recap 28th of Sunsebb, CY 624 (12-28-2024)

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Our camp was nestled amongst the snow-laden pines, a temporary respite in our march towards Central Keep. As we huddled around the fire, sharing stories and tending to our weapons, a figure emerged from the swirling snowflakes. A halfling bard, no less, with a lute slung across his back and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. PsyBorn Yin-Salvalore, he introduced himself, a chronicler of tales and seeker of adventure. He claimed to be on the trail of the legendary Gem Dragonborn, Fiodar “Fedar” Osmanivič Mikhailcki. Fiodar, of course, was puffed up with pride, basking in the attention. The prospect of having his heroic deeds immortalized in song and verse was too much for him to resist.

With our newfound companion in tow, we pressed on towards Central Keep. The battle was fierce, orcs and goblins swarming from every corner. But we fought with the fury of the storm, our blades cutting through the enemy ranks like a blizzard through a dry forest. Some of the orcs managed to escape on their dire wolf mounts, no doubt carrying news of our attack to the other keeps and Riftcrag.

We claimed victory, but knew we couldn’t hold the keep alone. We sent word to the elves of Tanglewood, seeking their aid. They responded swiftly, offering to defend the keep until reinforcements from our Wolf Nomad brethren could arrive. This keep, a strategic linchpin in the region, would serve as a vital bastion against the forces of Iuz. If we could seize control of all the keeps, we could cripple his supply lines and disrupt his operations in the nearby mines.

The war against Iuz was far from over, but this victory was a crucial step forward. With the elves at our side and the wind at our backs, we were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Rookroost Recap 19th of Sunsebb, CY 624 (12-14-2024)

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19th of Sunsebb, CY 624:

Rookroost was abuzz with activity, even as the year drew to a close. We spent the day preparing for our mission, stocking up on supplies and magical gear at the Griphon’s Emporium. In the evening, we met with Seraphina, a striking Yuan-ti woman with an air of authority, at a dimly lit tavern. She was eager for an update on our progress and listened intently as we shared our findings about Rookroost’s trade with Iuz and the growing concerns about smuggling and tax evasion. Fiodar, unfortunately, had indulged in a bit too much ale and struggled to keep up with the conversation, much to our amusement.

Seraphina then entrusted us with a new task: delivering three wagonloads of cargo to Riftcrag. She provided us with hats of disguise, instructing us to adopt the guise of orcs or half-orcs for the mission. We were warned not to open the cargo under any circumstances and to eliminate anyone who attempted to inspect it. Once the delivery was complete, we were to leave Riftcrag immediately.

We met the caravan at the southern gate the following morning, and our journey to Riftcrag commenced. The trip took seven and a half days, and we encountered some resistance from guards at the gate who were keen to inspect our cargo. However, with a bit of intimidation and our convincing disguises, we managed to deter them. Upon arriving in Riftcrag, we sought directions to the warehouse from a local guard and delivered the goods without further incident. As we departed, we heard a chilling voice emanating from near the cargo, uttering the words “I hunger.” Another voice, distinct from the first, responded with a hint of concern, “So, now we are working with demons?”

27th of Sunsebb

We left Riftcrag immediately, heading towards Central Keep, which was a day’s travel away. As we journeyed, the wagon drivers suddenly unhitched their horses and rode off towards the Tangles Forest, leaving us to continue on our own. We made camp about ten miles from Central Keep, our minds filled with questions about the mysterious cargo and the unsettling voices we had overheard.

Rookroost Recap 6th of Sunsebb, CY 624 (12-08-2024)

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6th of Sunsebb, CY 624:

Rookroost. A city of whispers and shadows, even in the waning days of the year. We were there, taking a well-deserved rest when Calemund, that sly fox of a merchant, approached us with a proposition. He needed an escort to Wheatfield, he claimed. But Calemund, an old friend with a knack for intrigue, always has a hidden agenda. Turned out, he was after a valuable magic item held by the Agile Hand’s guild. The reward promised was more than generous, and the thrill of the challenge was enough to lure us in.

7th of Sunsebb:

We set off with Calemund, our senses alert as we journeyed for 5 days towards Wheatfield. The roads were quiet, but a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air. We knew this was no ordinary escort mission.

12th of Sunsebb:

Wheatfield. A city ripe with opportunity, and in our case, danger. We wasted no time delving into its underbelly, seeking information on the Agile Hand. We learned of Elix, a key figure in their ranks, the keeper of the key to their guildhouse. Yasha, with her strategic mind, formulated a plan. As darkness enveloped the city, she took her position on a rooftop, her bow a silent instrument of fate. Elix, oblivious to the impending doom, walked into her sights. Yasha’s arrows found their mark, swift and silent. We ensured his body disappeared into the night, leaving no trace of our involvement.

With the key in our possession, we focused on locating the stolen treasure – the Portrait of Cognoscenti Esoterica. Yasha, attuned to the magical currents, cast a spell to pinpoint its location. It was hidden within the guildhouse, on the top floor.

Under the cloak of darkness, we infiltrated the guildhouse. Fiodar, with his characteristic lack of finesse, triggered a trap, unleashing a wave of noxious fumes. I thought my lungs would give out! But we pressed on, reaching the top floor where the painting was concealed. Another trap awaited us, but we overcame it, escaping with the prize. We rendezvoused with Calemund, handing over the painting and completing the first part of our mission.

13th – 18th of Sunsebb:

With the painting secured, we journeyed back to Rookroost alongside Calemund. Upon our arrival, we met with Brother Alexander Engel, a trusted ally and friend. Alexander, true to his word, rewarded us handsomely for our services. He then revealed the true purpose of the painting, explaining how it held secrets that could expose the corruption of Lord Mortoth, a prominent figure in Rookroost. Alexander spoke of a hidden struggle for power, a shadow war threatening to consume the city.

With our pockets full of coin and a newfound sense of purpose, we turned our attention to a greater threat – the forces of Iuz. Alexander had a plan, a daring strike against five keeps and a mine near Rift Canyon. It was a dangerous undertaking, but we were ready to answer the call. After all, what good is wealth if not used to combat the forces of darkness?

And so, we stand ready on the precipice of a new adventure, our blades sharpened and our spirits high. The fight against Iuz awaits, and we shall meet it head-on.