On an unknown tropical island. Mid day. On the second floor of the dungeon. Checked main room for secret doors. Found one in the corner. Readied for battle and opened secret door, which triggered the gargoyle to animate. We fought valiantly, Isadora was wounded to the point of unconsciousness. The gargoyle was defeated. I had […]
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 […]
Can Zombies Be Sassy?
In the early morning when I woke up, it was overcast. I re-organized my pack and I ate breakfast, then trekked back to the cave entrance. As I retraced my steps through the cave I encountered the giant cube again. Keeping my distance and shot three arrows into it. The fourth arrow hit the wall […]
They’re Not All Bad
Floyd’s Camp Near The Caves of Woe – Noon I searched for medicinal leaves and plants near my camp. The goblin arrow left quite a gash on my thigh and it needed to be cleaned and bandaged. While searching I tried out my new magic over and over. Nothing happened. That part of me was […]
Caves of Woe
Rick’s Cabin – 6:00 AM I woke up. Disturbed from the dead body in my dream. I’ve heard of other humanoids like orcs, goblins, and such, but I’ve never seen any in real life. It’s strangely quiet in the cabin. Normally Rick is up before me and I can hear him rummaging around. I can’t […]
Floyd’s Dream
I had a very peculiar dream last night, I was in the woods but they weren’t the woods I knew. I was wandering through the trees until I came upon a clearing, a wide glade in the shape of a teardrop. I had entered this glade from the point of the droplet and in the […]
Esonne Follies
I awake in the early evening to the sound of my rumbling stomach and Amy grunting and twitching in her sleep. Jon and Quinn are already sitting up and Vinnik is stoically sitting on the pile of silken rope, one eye closed and the other focused on biter coiled on Amy’s chest. I hope Vinnik […]
