Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.

First Meeting (storyline part1)
The day PC's Meet

Suddenly everyone awoke with a start. as you blink away the sleep and dirt caking your eyes, you realize you are no longer asleep in your own bed. as a matter a fact, you are locked in a damp dark cell, and so are several other surprised looking travelers.

After much ado and panicking, the hours boiled down into everyone working together to escape the dungeon. Luckily for them, A young rouge on an assignment came to free one of the captives, Soveliss by name. He was nice enough to let everyone else out of their cages and was willing to assist in the escape. So it began, the great escape from… well where ever you are.

A random request
New players means mechanics time!

The lord warden of Fallcrest had sent the Players on an important mission to check a tower for signs of use or to see if anyone has begun to dig in. After a short time of leaving the town, a terrible storm had arisen. Driving rains and harsh winds battered everyone as they approached the tower.

Upon entering the broken and ruined tower, a tunnel leading directly downward was discovered. With Harbek Deuce leading the party into the depths, they descended into the dark below. Of course, Charrles and Halbe found uses for their magic instead of climbing down a rickety rope, featherfalling or teleporting as they saw fit.

One by One the players entered the hidden under area, landing quickly and solidly on the ground, an ambush appeared. 6 large hobgoblins poured from the one of the exits, brandishing Short Swords and javelins. With the sound of metal on metal, the battle had begun. In a stunning display of magical ineptitude, (Jen) let loose tangling vines, but misspoke during her incantation. The vines slithered forth, attacking everyone, friend and foe alike.

With the battlefield immobilized, the spellcasters went to work, unleashing devastating barrages, quickly reducing several of the hobgoblins to dust. Once the magical vines had crumbled, Cannibal Skunk began to channel his holy might into powerful attacks.

With a roar and a sprint, a hobgoblin was severed in half, ending in a glorious blood geyser. Shortly, the battle had ended, leaving everyone a bit wounded. Hurt and tired, but still full of confidence, the players entered a hallway to the north, leading them to a small room with an ancient table in the center. resting on that table was A powerful undead Knight of the old orders, armor rotting and weapons rusting, it sprang to life.

quickly, everyone leapt into action, Harbek charging into the room to protect the more vulnerable Charrles from danger. Channeling fury, and an apparent desire to jump off of things, Harbek leapt onto the table and launched into a downward slam. Intentions aside, he missed the mark, not connecting with the undead abomination. Seizing his chance, Charles grabbed the skull of the zombie, Cursing and channeling pure Witchfire into the palms of his hands, searing the rotting flesh and causing quite a stink.

Not to be outdone, and in order with the accepted traditions of being a cleric, Begud lifted his Holy symbol into the air, An released an explosion of holy energy, heavily damaging the enemy. With a step and a shout, Cannibal Skunk shifted around his fellow adventurers, striking hard at the back of the creatures legs, Tearing muscle and enfeebling it.

Reaching into a dark source of power, the knights eyes glowed with an unearthly purple light, screaming the ghastly scream of the undead. Without a moments notice, the hallway and entrance area of the room was filled with dark black tentacles, sapping the life and ability to move from (jenna) and begud, though the always resourceful wizard leapt into the air and began to ride his shield, avoiding the tentacle completly.

With a few finger waggles and unintelligable words, Halbe smiled releasing dark blue bolts of magical energy, stinging and burning bits of flesh from the long dead knight. (jen) was immobilized but far from pacified, she let forth a stinging blast of fire, setting even the ground around the knight on fire, trapping it in a prison of fire. It worked, but only for a few seconds as the knight sent forth a wave of necrotic energy, inspiring fear in everyone but Halbe.

Running in every direction, the confusion becomes a panic and Cannibal skunk fell to the ground. With an evil bellow of laughter, Animated intestines ripped forth from the gut of the knight, Quickly wrapping Cannibal from head to toe, and began sapping life from the paladin.

Once Harbek has shaken the madness, he once again leapt from the ground using his powerful muscles and added weight to really drive home the blade of his axe. Deep into the shoulder it plunged, sickening cracks and sticky ichor sprayed from the massive wound, stunning it momentarily. As quickly as it had grabbed cannibal, Harbek too was grappled and tangled into the living intestines. It began to lift and slam harbek and cannibal together and against the floors walls and ceilings.

A mighty roar came from the entrance as Feral Formed (jen) attempted to pounce on the attacker. She was met with a strong backhand, sending the wolverine woman spiraling into a nearby wall. once recovered from the powerful counter, (jen) summoned her most powerful magics, lifting and spinning the knight in a prison of wind. Skin and hair began to peel from the rancid corpse as it gained momentum. The razor like nature of the wind had released our intestinal prisoners, allowing them a powerful combo.

With a nod, Harbek sprinted at Cannibal, who then tossed the barbarian into the wind prison with the Knight. Landing an astounding blow, harbek had now been caught in the wind prison. Countering the magical energy of the spell, the knight broke free, exploding the wind prison, and leveling many of the adventurers. with a final dying gasp, the undead knights muscles began to swell and bulge, reaching an incredible strength and speed. Using its new found prowess, it began to teleport behind one person at a time, attacking where they were weakest. A strong blow from behind had left Harbek Unconscious. Two more spells later, the abomination fell to dust, leaving behind a translators ring and a Black glass orb. The orb contained a magical spell that could be released once a day to trap and drain life from foes of the caster.

Deciding they should take a hardy rest, everyone prepared for the break. shortly into the first hour of rest, one of the nearby walls collapsed and and Large, dog sized spiders poured into the room, viciously attacking everyone.

Not wanting to waste time with such weak excuses for opponents, (jen) unleased the twisting vines again, this time a bit more accuratly, decimating all of the unfortunate insects. A squeel from the back brought the realization there was a tunnel hidden here long ago. Entering the tunnel, Harbek quickly became tangled in the webbing, followed rediculously by cannibal and then of course by begud. a three way tangle ensues, followed by raucous laughter from charrles as he began burning the web with eldritch fire.

Inside the chamber was a very large spider, which after a few attempts at attacking was forced to try and retreat up a wall. Not forgetting their earlier escapades, Harbek once again was launched into the air, severing legs from the spider, bringing it to the ground in a thunderous crash. The creature was destroyed and poison glands were harvested.

Take from this weeks dungeon?

650gp (most of which was stolen/ninja’ed by charrles) Lifting belt (Halbe) Translators ring (halbe) Evards Orb (halbe) 6 short swords 6 javelins 6 sets of studded armor

And some real fun memories of a monster that fought with intestines, and learning you cant rest after every fight in a dungeon. thats what healing surges are for.

Fallcrest Horizon (storyline p2)
After a brilliant escape, Everyone needs a bit of rest

The sun was almost blinding, as the hearty adventurers left the secret underground ritual hall. It had been almost two weeks in the making, but everyone had escaped in tact.

Everyone peered around, taking in the forested area they were in, when GRRK took off, fleet of foot into the woods. Soveliss Miogan apparently knew what he was up to, as she did not look surprised. After being questioned, she assured everyone that Grrk was on a quick scouting mission to make sure the area was safe, putting everyone at ease. Slowly the sun began to set and Grrk had yet to return. Not caring one way or the other Charrles began his first shift of watch, moving off to high ground about a quarter mile from camp.

Charrles was quickly approached by Soveliss Miogan, who had determined a way to summon a demonic coach, hopefully speeding their journey to safety, where ever that might take them. Always one for new magic, Charrles agreed to Soveliss Miogan’ plan to summon the coach, by sacrificing several wild animals in a dark ritual. Knowing full well that CannibalSkunkskunk would protest, Charrles and Soveliss Miogan attempted to force him into a magical sleep long enough for them to accomplish their goals.

unfortunatly, CannibalSkunk skunk was a bit more resistant than first anticipated. Noticing he had been targeted by sleeping magic, CannibalSkunk alerted Harbek, Halbe Begud Firestone who were not nearly as concerned as you would have expected. Finishing the ritual, a Bright pillar of light shot forth from somewhere in the distance, and the unearthly whinny of nightmares echoed through the woods. Thinking it might be trouble, those remaining at the camp sped off into the woods, only to be amazed at the sight before them. A large flaming carriage stood, lead by six fiery nightmare horses.

After a short discussion, the ground began to rumble around them, causing real panic this time. Without much warning, a large Worm like creature burst forth from the ground, acidic saliva burning the ground with loud wet plops. Everyone had suddenly overcome their fear of dark magics and nightmare coaches, leaping on where they could as Harbek drove the nightmare into the woods.

Oh Crap… ( Skill Challenge ensues, 750 bonus XP)

The worm slammed into the side of the carriage, knocking Begud Firestone to the edge of disaster, left hanging from the speeding carriage. Harbek quickly traded his driver seat to assist Begud Firestone to safety. With a strong arm, Harbek hoisted Begud Firestone to the top of the cabin, where they both set into a defensive position.

Trying to slow the beast, CannibalSkunk Skunk tossed a short sword with some strength, but missed his mark. Rather, his mark shrugged it off like a gnats guffaw. With a quick diving attack the creature rocked the carriage again, sending Halbe and CannibalSkunk to a bumpy ride, being drug behind the carriage.

Once again, with no regard for his own safety, Harbek leaned over the edge and grabbed them both, rescuing them from sure death. With everyone back on board, Charrles quickly devised a plan. Grappling hook + Rope + gaping orrifice equals a perfect diversion.

A mighty toss from Halbe landed the grappling hook deep into the gaping maw of the creature, while Harbek had secured a large breastplate to the other end. Tossing the end at a low over hanging branch, it spun and spun, wrapping it self securly around the branch. With a sudden jerk, the purple worm was launched airborne, flipping end over end, and landing with a large thud. The carriage sped on to safety.

Shortly after the encounter, Soveliss Miogan could no longer summon the energy needed to sustain the coach. Coming to a quick stop, the cabin and horse vanished, leaving everyone momentarily aloft. gravity, always the spoilsport, quickly pulled them to the ground, bruising nothing more than everyones egos.

Shaking off the dust and worm stink, the journey north continued. Any areas of deep underbrush were quickly cleared by Bragonor Skullcrusher and Bragonor Skullcrusher. A short 5 mile hike and the city of fallcrest had come into view on the horizon, which Charrles recognized immediatly.

After a quick trot down a steep hill, everyone had reached safety. ready to be rid of their spoils, they made their way to the Halfmoon Trading house, where Selgund Halfmoon met them with a smile. After a quick bartering session, everyone agreed to get ales at the local tavern, and discuss the future of their rag tag group.

XP – 2600 Apeice (no dividing, just a quick way to get from 1-3)

GP – 1250 from Selgund, 350 from random gathering in the dungeon

Magic Items –

1.1 Ivory Elephant (no command word is known.)

1.2 15 magical runes from summoning alters

1.3 Clockwork golem cores

The Holy Symbol of Bahumut
(solo story day)

Cannibalskunk rode hard, dust trailing from his large, well bred riding horse. Its mane glistened in the moonlight, its chest sheen with sweat. This opportunity would not last long. Paelias was only 5 feet ahead of him, leading him to where his answers lay. With a raised hand, Paelias slowed them quickly, bringing the horse to a stop and dismounting.

“Just over that Ridge my friend, is what we are here for. The Grand Symbol awaits us. According to the scout I hired in winterhaven, they have 4 guards, two that are always at the door, and two that patrol the perimeter. No one knows what we will encounter inside.” Paelias said with a strong determination.

“Well, I dont see any reason in beating around the bush, and we may loose the symbol if we dont act now. We will sneak around the back, ambush and disable the gaurds, then sneak around to the front and clear the entry way. After that, its up to Bahamut.” Cannibalskunk replied courageously.

With a nod, Paelias turned and stepped into the shadows, cannibalskunk close behind…

It had been a week since Cannibalskunk had escaped from Turno, one week since his fated arrival in fallcrest. During his training, both martial and divine, The grand symbol of Bahamut had been stolen. For years to follow, the search for the symbol carried on with no success. Soon the day came for Cannibalskunk to leave the sect and venture forth, to protect the innocent and spread the divine word.

Shortly before his departure, Cardinal Camaroon appeared in his doorway, holding a very important missive from the Grand Marquis of Bahamut. The symbol had been located at long last. though the specific location had yet to be found, its general location was Fallcrest. For his first assignment, Cannibalskunk had been tasked with retrieving the most holy of relics for the Church. He had been Honored.

Cardinal Camroon stated flatly, “Your Contact in Fallcrest will be Father Paelias, a local cleric tasked with gathering information. He has had only a few days with the information, but hopefully he can learn more by the time you arrive. If you ride hard, and focus on your goals, you should reach Fallcrest in three weeks or so. Be Careful. Bahamut guide you, bahamut clear the skys.

With a bow, cannibalskunk replied, “It shall be done, Cardinal. Bahamut guide you, Bahamut clear the skys.

A knock at the door awoke Cannibalskunk with a start. it was Father Paelias, bearing news that the location had been found. they must leave with great haste as the perpetrators were preparing to leave by morning light.

Spotting the first of the guards, Cannibalskunk leapt from the darkness, broadsword slashing silver streaks through the night. A muffled thud is all that paelias had heard before Cannibalskunk was back, dragging the first of the guards to a hiding spot. These vile men wore the colors of Orcus! Death was their specialty and now the presence of undead was pretty much guaranteed.

Noticing a large store room behind the main decayed temple, Cannibalskunk moved in to investigate. He was, despite his carefulness, spotted by an archer upon the rainments. With a little help from Father Paelias, Cannibalskunk made it to the roof and made quick work of this archer. After a rough dismount from the roof, they inspected the storehouse for anything useful.

Not caring one way or the other, Cannibalskunk opened the only box marked by runes. Without a warning, but expected, a gout of fire roared from the box, destroying what ever was in the box. Thankfully, the symbol could not be destroyed so easily. After restorative prayers from Father Paelias had been completed, they made their way to the front door, deciding to divide and conquer the gaurds individually.

Father Paelias was knocked unconscious, leaving two guards to battle Cannibalskunk, things started to look grim. but with a roar of courage, he drove them both before his blade, spilling their blood upon the ground. After making sure his foes were dispatched he found Father Paelias, and Laid his hands upon him. A mighty burst of radiant energy poured from his hands sealing cuts and lightening bruises, rousing Paelias from his unconsciousness.

With a sturdy yank, Cannibalskunk helped Paelias to his feet. They took up positions on either side of the entryway and pryed open the doors. The sight before them was despicable. Zombies of all races filled rotting pews, the stench of death thick in the air. A gaunt, pale man stood at the pulpit, delivering a rousing speech to these mindless corpses.

Trying to sneak in, Cannibalskunk realized plate armor really gives you no chance for stealth. With a rousing shout, the zombies rose from their chairs, and turned to face them both.

With a smile, the evil cleric hissed, “Kill them, my children and dine upon their flesh.”

With a strong heart, Paelias grasped his holy symbol, Raising it into the air, Chanting to Bahamut. With a burst of light, radiant energy poured from the symbol, igniting undead flesh, utterly destroying the abominations.

With a flick of his wrist, Black hands poured from the evil clerics palms, latching onto Cannibalskunk and Paelias. The Pain was more than Paelias could take, collapsing to the floor, blood pouring from the black clawed hands, fingernails digging deep into the flesh, draining his life essence.

Charging into battle with a ferocity normally reserved for barbarians, Cannibalskunk drove the blade through his enemy, gravely wounding him. With a hideous gout of laughter, the cleric spoke.

“your friend is dying and only you can save him. in a few moments his life force will be depleted and you will be left with a dead friend. I suggest you take a moment to…” with out a chance to finish, the greatsword streaked, severing muscles and bone, removing a still talking head from its shoulders.

A scream from Paelias was the last noise he heard. When Cannibalskunk turned, his friend had died. Black Hands fading into dust, the magic expired, but Cannibalskunk was too late. A wave of sorrow poured over him, in ways he never expected. Paelias had given his life to recover the Symbol of their order and sadness was not what he deserved. Reaching down and wrapping his slender fingers around that which they had come for had unexpected reaction.

A light of pure white shot from the medallion, engulfing Cannibalskunk, lifting his feet from the ground. as he hovered, his wounds began to close, and a ghostly shape took physical form. It was an apparition of bahamut!

Cannibalskunk, You have served your order with dedication and strength, but you have let a fellow member of your order fall. What do you have to say to this?” Bahamut asked, his voice shaking the dust from the timbers.

“Lord Bahamut, Father Paelias knew this was a possibility and came willingly to save our most holy of treasures. We both knew that the ultimate goal was retrieving the Grand Symbol. I would have expected him to do the same, if our roles had been reversed. If I could have saved both Paelias and the symbol I would have sacrificed my own life willingly.” With shame painting his face, Cannibalskunk knelt, lowering his eyes from this burning vestige of justice that stood before him.

“You have chosen correctly, and for that, You will be rewarded. You can now call upon me in your time of greatest need, and the armor of Bahamut will protect you and your allies, so that their fate is not the same as Paelias. Go forth and serve me well, Cannibalskunk, for you have a great role to play in the upcoming years. Stand Paelias, and be healed!”

A light from the eyes of bahamut poured over Paelias, restoring his life and bringing him to his feet. With a casual nod, Bahamut vanished, leaving two stunned Eladrin standing in the room…

  1. 250xp
  2. 90 GP
  3. Grand Holy Symbol of Bahamut +1
The Battle Arena of Winterhaven
A short combat based side adventure

It was a contest amongst Jimbo the rouge, Andraste the Ranger, Cannibalskunk the Palladin and two other valiant warriors. After a long struggle, lots of high flying antics, treachery and of course crowd control, Jimbo Emerged the victor.

Earning himself 500gp and a magic item of his choosing.

A Dangerous Proposition
A choice that may have lasting implications...

After hearing local rumors of strange activities near Kalton Manor, The escapees from Turno decided to check it out. Maybe some clues as to their initial circumstances could be gleamed.

After a half day of traveling, the group came across a stranded Wagon with a broken wheel. An old man was pounding on the wheel in frustration, with two young women standing gaurd. With caution, Charrles dismounted and approached, smiling as he went.

The old man introduced himself as Oriist, a traveler from kalton manor area. He and his daughters, Stephanie and Meffanie, were heading to fallcrest, seeking aid from the Lord warden.

A short conversation later, the decision was made to send Cannibalskunk to retrieve a wagon wheel from Fallcrest, and the rest would stay to gaurd the wagon. Shortly after Cannibalskunk had left, Charrles and Halbe began investigating the wagon and found a massive store of gold and weapons.

Without much warning, Charrles attacked the daughter, out of suspicision. She fell to the ground, unconcious or dead, it was hard to tell. outrage sprang from Orest, and the woods around the wagon filled with armed bandits, everyone was quickly surrounded. Relying on his natural charisma and way with words, Charrles quickly defused the situation, creating a favorable proposition for himself and his allies, also, for Oriist.

It turned out that cannibalskunk had been captured, and taken to the manor, which was actually a slave ring headquarters, lead by a vicious man named Gabriel. A plan quickly fell into place which lead to Charrles being taken inside the manor, while the rest of the group hid in the back of the wagons. A brutal coup was about to take place, and with the death of Gabriel, they would earn their lives and free their friend.

Once inside, Charrles was presented to Gabriel, who was more than happy to see they had captured a Tiefling, who would bring a hefty profit. Charrles was placed into the slave pens, where he was reunited with cannibalskunk. Quickly unlocking his shackles, Charrles killed the first gaurd and let himself out of his cage. His next move was to free Cannibalskunk, who inturn set about freeing the rest of the slaves.

The free slaves, filled with hate and desperation, fell upon the remaining gaurd, overwhelming and killing him quickly. Without regard for tactics, those slaves not occupied ran up the stairs, who were met with a large gout of fire, killing them and tossing their charred corpses several yards, back down the stairs.

With a rousing speech (successful Bluff check), Charrles had convinced the remaining slaves to rush the stairs again, and that they would help take out the remaining gaurds. Of course, they followed their plan and were met with longswords and magic, the gaurds shredding them quickly. Cannibalskunk was distressed by this idea and was sickened at the result.

“Do you think to escape? Did you really think that these malnourished and untrained slaves would really have any impact on your ability to escape? How is it you managed to escape your bindings? I offer you a reprive from death if you tell me who has betrayed me…” Gabriel spoke, his voice ringing clear with an unquestionable sureness.

Without so much as a second thought, Charrles replied, “It was your good friend Oriist, who offered us a deal. Kill you and we would be let go, and he would reward us with your treasures. It also gave us an opportunity to rescue our dear friend, who you had made the horrible mistake of capturing. Did we plan to escape? yes, we most certainly did. but I assure you, I am not alone, and as we speak I imagine my companions are making quick work of your gaurds outside.”

With a grin, ” are you sure? my gaurds are not easily overwhelmed. they are trained body gaurds and mercenaries, not afraid to die for the Hand. I offer you an opportunity, because i find your gall and daring to be amusing. Kill Oriist and his other traitors, and I will spare your life. I assure you, you will not escape and you will not best me in combat. If you act now I may even make you another offer, and the chance to make a large sum of money.” Gabriel stated plainly, as if he knew his words to be true.

“I see that loyalty in your orginization is rewarded, and treachery is punished severely. I can respect that. You have my word that I will slay Oriist, who is waiting outside for me. I will step outside and slay him before he even realizes he has been outbid.” Charrles smiled a devilish smile, and began to walk up the stairs, striding with a confidence that seemed much too natural.

As he crested the stairs, a large crash, a gout of fire and Begud laid on the floor in the entry way. He had been mostly shielded from the intense fire by the corpse now laying on top of him, skin melting into his armor. With a smile, Begud began to pick himself off the floor, shedding the corpse that had shielded him. He drew his axe and hefted it in his hand.

“Stop” Spoke charrles deliberatly,” We have come to a new agreement, Gabriel has offered us a much better reward for our troubles, one of gold and power. We work for him now. Any objections?”

Shrugging, Begud only turned to the door and left, knowing that charrles never entered bargains without thinking them through. Sure, he was a cleric of sharess, but he was also a huge fan of being alive, especially if it benefited him financially. Four steps outside the door, he spotted Orisst and launched a Lance of faith, White hot light shooting from his finger striking oriist in the chest. Shouting the Oriist was their new target, Andraste quickly shifted back and launched a furious volley of arrows.

Stinging and sinking into soft flesh, the arrows landed one after the other, severly wounding Oriist. Oriist was not one to be killed so easily it seemed, as he pulled a whistle from under his collar, and blew into it, his fighters began pouring from the woods. Halbe, the ever rambunctious wizard, launched into a magic barrage, dropping many of the soldiers leaving plenty of space for them to operate.

Charrles and Cannibalskunk charged out the door, into the waiting ambush. With a quick flick of his wrist, Charrles charred several more of the bandits, their smoldering corpses slumping on the ground. Teleporting after the bodies hit the ground, he targeted Orisst and began chanting methodically. After a few seconds, Orisst began clawing at his eyes, as pain shot through his eyes and brain. Taking note of the distraction, Cannibalskunk caste his judgment upon Oriist, who had lead him to captivity in the first place.

A burning light poured from the sky, blinding and scattering many of the remaining bandits. Oriist on the hand, screamed in agony as his life force began to ebb from his body. Knowing his situation was grim at best, Orisst turned to run, which would be his final mistake. Andraste, took Careful aim, Launching an arrow, which burrowed deep into the base of his skull killing him instantly.

A burst of magic and Charrles disappeared, reappearing on top of the farthest wagon. From his high vantage point he unleashed a furiously hot blast of eldritch fire, killing a nearby bandit. After seeing such a glorious and frightening display of combat action, the remaining bandits turned to flee, but would inevitably meet the same end. Charrles teleported far in front of one of the fleeing men, meeting him with a fistful of witchfire.

Halbe launched a forceful orb after the two remaining men who were running with all haste in the opposite direction. But as any good wizard knows, feet are never faster than magic. With a loud boom, the rest of the bandits were dead.

Shortly After, Gabriel had called them into the manor, where they were given food and drink as he explained his plans for them. He offered them a safe place in his orginization, known only as the hand. He gave them a quick spiel of how things worked in the hand and that they could make handsome sums of money, by becoming agents in fallcrest. After a brief discussion with each other, everyone except Cannibalskunk decided that money easily outweighed any moral barriers. Begrudgingly, Cannibalskunk agreed to the plans for the future, though his thoughts raced.

“Here is a gift from me.” Gabriel spoke, pulling a small case from his desk drawer. Opening the box, he withdrew several gold rings, inlaid with a small band of silver running through it. “Each of these rings when worn with allow you to communicate with anyone telepathically, though their powers are linked. These rings will allow you to know anyone who is a member of the hand, if they are wearing their rings. The communication range is about 500 ft, and its very limited, but they have been invaluable to our organization over the years. Now, as far as your place in fallcrest goes, I have decided to give you the deed to a large manor home, which you will use as a cover for your activities. All I need is name and you will have an adventure writ from the city of waterdeep, giving you and your friends a name to be known by. I assure your the Writ is very authentic it must be filled in with your names and even King Generaiat wont know that you arent official.”

A small discussion later the group had decided on their moniker, a name for themselves, something people would hear and know them.

“We wish to be known as the ghostbusters, and we accept your offer. We will leave at our first chance and begin to establish ourselves in fallcrest. I suppose you will contact us shortly, with some inane task, but we will do what all good servants do. The Ghostbusters never fail their missions. at least not without dying to the last man.” Spoke charrles, the seeming voice of the group.

“Then take these things and go forth. Know that we do have some agents in fallcrest already, whose names you wont know, but they will be watching you. one wrong move and you will be facing not only my wrath but the wrath of Mindrel Mist.” Gabriel replied.

“Also, Please take Oriists’ weapon. It is quite powerful, though its true nature is unknown to me. Be careful though, as since he found it in the underdark, he had become more and more paranoid of loosing it.”

And With that, The Ghostbuster’s had been formed, and the group had entered into a dangerous circle of criminals and thugs. Would they really stick to the plan, and become slavers, or would they decide they wanted to take the hand down.

Quest Rewards:

1000xp (200 a piece) 600gp total


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