I am Lestan, the dhampir. I was an aspiring musician and an avid uku-lute player when my life changed forever. Something I could only dream about came true: a vampire bit me, yes, a real vampire. They say vampires are cursed with their Dark Gift. Well, personally, I don’t feel cursed much. I’ve embraced it, which only helps my musical career. And what a career it is!

Recently I moved to the most chic place that gained popularity of late, the city of Everfall. You might be thinking, Everfall? Popular? Never heard of it. Oh, but you have, everyone and everything is flowing to Everfall; or if you haven’t yet, you will, because I will mark it with my art and music.

*Sadly, these days even

DM: Alex

Players:
Athena - Marianna
Lotte - Carmina
Nick - Monkey
Patrick - Beaullissimo
Robert - Mondán (me)

The Prophecy

A tale of Goblinoids in five acts, after Henrik Ibsen's masterpiece

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Characters

Mondán, a warrior woman
Nagumahagu, a Goliath of great wisdom.
Patrons of the Sleeping Dog
Our heroes, Marianna, Carmina, Monkey, and Beaullissimo

Act I

Scene I

A tavern in distant Gustavi, a sign of a sleeping dog can be seen flowing in the wind outside. A river rushes through its middle. In the distance, an alley with the symbol of a dragon as a street sign can be seen, with two buildings in scaffolding next to it.

*Nagumahagu, a

DM: Lotte
Characters involved: Flint, Scott, Jimbob, Rhylanor, Rhym.

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Chapter I: Certain Ill-Advised Activities Conducted In Some Of The Worst Places Ever Visited.

Have you ever been to a place that made you question the judgement of the people who decided to settle there? Because I can tell you, dear reader, that the town of Vardrosk is certainly one of these places. Having decided I should earn my keep with actions instead of words for once, I signed up for my first official quest at the Adventurers' Guild in the grand city of Everfall, and oh boy it a doozy.

It started with

Dm: Robert

Characters:

Ryland | Luuk

Flint | Willem

Grubson | Jurre

Corvin | Wobbe

Ophagant | Maarten

“Damm that guard! Tropical island my ass, it's freezing out here. I'll need to get that fellow's name so I can file a complaint.”  Rylanor thought, not happy to have prepared for a tropical island, only to end up on a frozen rock in the middle of the ocean. Walking out of what was once the arrival chamber for the portal to Isla Fidelno, putting the lodestone in his satchel. “I need to ask someone how these things work, although teleportation at this distance is still beyond me.” Terrance huddles deeper into my cloak mimicking my opinion on the current climate. Looking at the r

(by u/Dark-Solypsist)

DM: Milan (Session Rolls: Crazy High, Crazy Low & Plenty Of Nat20s)

Players:

• Acco | Jean
• Ally | Skullterminator
• Alisa | Camellia
• Kit | Rhatt
• Marie | Ulo
• Roberto | Aldwyn

Right, so it all started yesterday. I show up at the Adventurer’s Guild to register and offered to start with a less popular Quest, just to help out the Guild a bit. I got directed to a Jeffrey, who seems to be the contact for some community college in Everfall, that needs a party to help them.

This morning, I arrive to meet Jeffrey. 5 other fresh adventurers are also waiting there, presumably assigned this job by the Guild. Jeffrey explains that something went wrong with th

DM: Alex (Session Rolls: Lost among the Sands)

Players:

• Acco | Jean
• Lotte | Carmina
• Robert | Beorn

In The Guild Records (Much To The Dismay Of The Extremely Professional Archivist):

Hiya Ma, I hope this letter finds you well wow, whodda thunk my writing’d change this much. I’m sure you’re holding everything just as together as when I left. But I’ll be hearing all about that in the return mail. I have a story I think you’ll love. Some things will always stay the same.

So, here’s the hay. 2 friends and I get an important mission from Morgan, one of the governors of the city. Think old Bernie, but then for a city of hundreds of thousands of people. Maybe it’s bett

Praise is Maglubiyet!

Strong Goblin warrior Hum is retort on diplontic miss shun with Longshanks in Everfall.

Hum is only back in ad vent ture rer guild few days, when in evening is decide maybe go back in sea place, see if silly monkey and elderly tortle there still. Is not find silly wons but do find land ship where sell elk o'whole.

Hum is enter, tells people goblins is here and is want disgust treaty where is pay shiny, get back elk o'whole in piece.

Was Dwarf there, Muggertrain-Dwarf. Is come plane about Maglubiyet and say later is in police where Dwarf from. Hum is noted this, take in tooth account in future.

Is ask if bar-Teethling haves love ender smell colon. Is not haves, but

Praise is Maglubiyet!

Strong Goblin warrior Hum report on diplodocus miss shunt in Everfall.

Hum is find Hum room in ad vent ture rer guild of Everfall. Now was time go on new miss shunt. Collect many new shiny. Is talk Silver Ion-Knife Ears in Guild place. Discuss idle titty theft from other miss shunt. Discuss wrong words other ad vent ture rer use describe Hum. Is learn is good if correct ad vent ture rer that Hum name Hum and not he or him or his or she or her or hers or they or them or their or theirs. Hum's also good of course.

Then Hum is talk Teethling. Rude Teethling use wrong words describe Hum, and Hum in sissed is Hum like Silver Ion Knife Ears say. Teethling not listen. Not e

Adventurers of Everfall's Adventurers' Guild present at this quest:

• Fronc Nossebuc: our hero
• Jean D'Arc: another story's hero

Non-heroic characters involved in this quest:

• Adrius, Scyllia, Tennak, and Euleilia: aspiring members of the Twilight Emissaries
• Three other aspiring Twilight Emissaries of whom the names remain unknown
• Forebearer Janus, an important figure in this organization

Our hero, Fronc Nossebuc, was selling his wares at the Sapphire Markets, near the camp at Amethyst Row, when he was approached by two friendly people that couldn't possibly be normal customers. He listened to their stories and they managed to convince him to go deal with a religious cult in the fara

DM: Robert (Session Rolls: Fairly decent, except for when I almost died due to a failed DEX Save. (2d20kh + 4 apparently isn't that good))

Players:

• Acco | Jean
• Jurre | Grubson Borgol
• Milan | Whelk
• Marie | Ulo
• Owen | Richard Tapper

WARNING: The Following Transcript Contains A Potentially Triggering Scene, Related To Murder.

In A Guardhouse’s Interrogation Room:

“So, Jean was it? Tell us what happened, how did you end up killing someone in our Aitkeeps, of all places?.”

Jean, manacled to the table, squints as he tries to make eye contact past the bright light shining in his face.

“Like I said, it was an official duel. We met up at the agreed time, at th

DM: Michiel (Session Rolls: Insanely lopsided, to Patrick’s deficit. Also fml d20s hate me)

Players:

• Acco | Jean

• Alex | SenDaal

• Patrick | Beaullissimo

In The Moonlit Anchor:

“Why I’m not talking about my last adventure? Well, it wasn’t exactly one my best days. 2 civilians got killed, I realized afterwards I didn’t use the best spell I had available for the situation, just screw-ups all around. I bought all these useless Tridents.”

Gestures at a stack of 6 Tridents he unceremoniously dumped in a corner.

“But sure, I can talk about what happened. We, Beaullissimo SenDaal & myself, went into the mountains hunting for birds, to get their feathers. Or well, I thought it was

DM: Alex

Player characters:

• Beaullissimo
• Colette
• Jean
• Victor

Bathelen Customs and Traditions --- An Anthropological Analysis

By Victor Sconfitto, Arcane Collegia of Everfall

Abstract

The nation of Bathel, with its significant populace that follows the Bathelen Great Temple's guidance in the person of the Grand Poobah, is a classical example in the study of organized religion and its relationships with secular leadership. Due to the recent and unfortunate boating accident of the old Grand Poobah, more research data was gathered during the Hole-y Procession's visit to Lioneye's Watch.

Keywords: Grand Poobah, Hole-y Procession, Lioneye's Watch, Succession

My Silver Blossom,

I did not sleep well the night Olea returned to me. The loss of you, the meeting with our supposed savior, the Prince who revels in our suffering. I could hear his words echo in my mind, carried by the melodies of a thousand birds. Olea's still his, he says. A deal we struck, he says.
Olea is different now, as though absent from her own mind for most of the day. It's difficult to see her like this, though I suppose that's what the Prince desires. For the first time, I did not know what to do with her. How to bring her light back to the surface. Nor could I find my own, knowing what you gave to bring her back. I could not think. I could not let Olea see me doubt her

DM: Patrick
Player characters:

• Carmina
• Colette
• Marianna
• Rhett
• SenDaal
• Victor

It's time to return to Xibalba's contraptions
Her trap-riddled tomb filled with darkness and gore
Advices neglected, not seen in our actions
As once more our party split up at the door

Osmanthus had different stuff to attend to
As luck found a substitute: lady Colette
The rest of our party, the same, as I lend to
My paper the story of bells tolling Rhett

SenDaal and Marianna, Carmina, a dragon,
And Dockson and Snap were again joined by me
Of course there were also a Rhett and Colette on
Our roster, so we were a group of thrice three

The bodies of kobolds had been tossed ar

Through your crimson eye, I see.

The estate stands like a beast with velvet skin and teeth of gold. Beautiful from afar, brutal beneath the surface. You knew this. You knew the moment Snap recoiled from the air around it, his wings twitching with pain. The dome is not for show. It bites.

"Ah," I whispered into the space behind your ribs, "he hides more than gold and ledgers, doesn’t he?"

The others cannot hear me. But you do. You always do.

You watched the pain ripple through your familiar, and though your hand trembled, your face did not.

That is why you are mine.

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*Jean swims below the waterline, his skin shifting and shimmering with borrowed magic, all charm and d