Session started Aug 31st, 1136 2pm, outside Driftwood Tavern Luke and I had just finished lunch at the Driftwood Tavern and set out to find Jacob. We walked to the nearest pier and asked around if anyone knew where Jacob was. For some inexplicable reason, Luke decided to jump onto a boat and yell for […]
The House That Won’t Burn
Session started August 30, 1136 at 8 a.m. I woke up at Oswald’s ramshackle abode around noon. Another sticky, humid day enveloped us, with the chorus of insects serenading from within the shack’s confines. Oswald had whipped up a breakfast of fish, and after rousing Luke from his slumber, we settled down at Oswald’s table […]
To Andelie
August 29th, 1136. Early afternoon in a forest near Andele. I peeked my head out from underneath the tree’s canopy with an arrow notched in my bow. Looking up, I saw a silhouette cast by the moon. It looked like a giant bat meets a bird, but it’s hard to tell since it’s so high […]
The Donkey
Aug 28, 1136. Early morning at the Bull and Grey Finch, The Twins I was still pissed that the guard woke me up so early, and he didn’t even tell me anything important. Still a little groggy from the lack of sleep, I recalled Mother Belda telling me I had to be at The Priory […]
Trouble About Town
Morning of Aug 27, 1136, Bull and Grey Finch I woke up after a refreshing sleep. I got up, packed all my things, and made my way downstairs to the pub. I was quite hungry. To my disappointment, however, it seemed that I had slept in late, and breakfast had already been served. It appeared […]
110 lbs. Lighter
Third Level of A Dungeon, On an Unknown Tropical Island, Mid- Day Using the light from my sword, Isadora and I searched the main room for hidden passages, since the notebook suggested that “There must be a hidden door here somewhere.” After several minutes of silent inspection, with no witnesses other than the gargoyle statue, […]
Plenty O’ Paintings
It seems like there is only one way to go since going back out to the beach means fighting more fish people. Isadora and I secure the steel-framed door behind us with a crossbar and headed down the stairs. Yes, down the stairs in the middle of a tiny tropical island. I don’t understand this […]
A Book On An Island?
Floyd’s Cabin, August 23, 1136 I woke up to the sounds of birds a’chirpin’ and ducks a’quakin’. Still groggy, I went downstairs to check on Isadora who was still sleeping – and still human. I made breakfast then woke her up. We found some gear for Isadora around the cabin and I packed up for […]
