All Lights Cast Shadows

Farewell Happy Fields
Johnny's Entry for 6/2

This has been an unfortunate day for me. We have been taken outside of the reality that we know and transported to another. I am disturbed by this. Whatever was done to us to protect us from whatever damage would have occurred when the rift was widened seems to have taken us to some sort of realm where the laws of reality as we know it no longer apply. Here, we have encountered angels, creatures consisting of little more than a maw, and dragonborn who do not stay dead, and in fact seem to operate on different standards of time. They may have been experiencing time differently from us, as we had two identical conversations with them, and killed them several times. This perturbs me more than the demons. If we are outside the domain of time as we know it, what has happened to us?

Perhaps we are in the Far Realms, but I have not yet sensed anything like what I felt when we encountered a creature from those Realms. I must admit, I am hesitant to work alongside such creatures, but if the alternative is working with that gnome and his dwarf(s), then I accept it as my fate. Perhaps I will be able to learn more about where I came from through these… beings. Perhaps this place, too holds answers. Perhaps it holds knowledge. I know this much, knowledge will be needed for us to escape this place alive.

Oh where, oh where have my little dogs gone?
Tales of Vergil (6/2)

Have you ever shared an emotional bond that was stronger than the fiercest river? For, my friends, that is the bond of which I now speak. I doubt many of you have experienced it. Wait! Do not panic, for that is why I am hear to serenade you this day, because I remember such a bond yet still.

As you all know, my faithful companions and I had just struck deals with the most vile of organizations. Have you ever haggled with the devil and come out ahead? That is what we did, my friends, and please, do not try it yourselves. Although I was not strongly motivated towards some of these shady organizations’ causes, I persuaded in the interest of my dear friends, and I netted us the proverbial golden fiddle.

Anyway, you might recall how I befriended who you might think of as ordinary metal dogs. Well, you could never be more wrong. These metal dogs, nay, friends , had grown close to my heart in our short journey together. Did I ever tell you their names? The first was named Cornelius for his wisdom and intellect. We would have chats late at night when insomnia struck, or when I simply had to keep watch. Sometimes I would ask a paradoxical question, expecting a simple nod or a confused turn of the head. You can imagine my surprise when Cornelius would respond with a wise, robotic, “Bark.” Cornelius, I would say, I have never thought of it before in that way; you truly are knowledgeable beyond your years.

The other dog was named Tiberius, because he was the ugliest little metal dog I had ever seen.

Yes, the bond between dog and bard had become strong over a short time, despite their cold, metal outer shells. However, the bond was soon weakened, though never broken… not truly. When under assault by the gnome with the fanciful goggles -oh how I yearned for those goggles, we were whisked away to another dimension. Yes, you’ve heard me correctly. Finding ourselves in space with only a couple of ferocious beasts (which I soon felled as my allies bled and cowered), we could do naught but wonder of our predicament. Personally, my mind could not leave my metallic companions who had not been whisked with me. My heart sank lower than it ever had that day, as I soon felt that the I would never know my dearest friends in the same way, ever again. Until much later, little did I know exactly how true my feelings, and exactly how true my fears are worries… really were.

A Strange and Dangerous Place
Frey's Entry (6/2 session)

In the space of a day, our situation has changed greatly. The morning broke with the screams of a man in the most dire of pain. It was not merely physical pain, his very soul was being tortured. My own soul ached at the sound of it. There are few who would do such a thing to cause such screams.

Our hold on the locus was quickly challenged, as powerful enemies approached the waystation. While I did not see them, I have no doubt it was a representative from Johnny’s Church. We had thought he would be at least somewhat delayed by being taken a great distance away by that wizard, but it was apparently not the case. There was not enough time to escape. One of our supposed allies proposed that the locus be ripped open so that its power could be wielded against the approaching foe. However, he also explained that for us to be present when the locus opened would mean certain death. We were asked to trust him, and we did for there was no other choice. I had thought he would perhaps use some of his power to shield us, but instead we were transported to some odd place.

There we met some representatives from the High Churches: two Dragonkin and two angels. They attacked before we could reason with them, and we dealt with them easily enough. One angel was spared. She was able to flee this odd place through her powers, but she could not assist us. A mysterious mirror is perhaps our only clue to escape. I cannot explain what happened when Tiberius touched it, but we found ourselves face to face with the Dragonkin we had just killed. They did not know us, and they reacted in the same exact way they had the first time. We fought them, but they would not die. Each time we struck them down, they would rise again. The fight was then joined by strange demons. They were large gaping mouths and attacked without a word. We were able to defeat them without a great effort; I killed two of their number myself.

We are now alone in this strange world, and we do not know what to do. I hope that my Lady will send some sort of guidance so that we may return to whence we came, if where we came from even still exists. I pray that opening the locus did not do too much damage. I mourn the loss of that source of power as well as perhaps the loss of the rewards we were to receive. Both would have been great assets in my Lady’s hands. For now there is not much to do than to try to find a way out, but it may be a most difficult task.

The Story So Far
As told by Frey

It has been, perhaps, two weeks since I left the temple. Keeping track of the days has been difficult.

I was summoned away by a strange Eladrin. He smiled too much, but I went where he told me. Once there, I met a strange group of fellows: a human, a dwarf, and a rock. Well, more of a crystal I suppose. Johnny is…difficult to describe. His body, his powers, and the organization he represents are beyond my understanding for now. This makes me uneasy, certainly in light of more recent events. However, I believe I have gotten a bit ahead of myself.

We were approached by a goblin, who explained to us that we are now working for his organization. None of us had a reason to disagree. He did not give us any further detailed instruction though, so we were left to our own devices to figure out where to turn next. Eventually, we were enlisted by a warrior to retrieve his sword from a dungeon. Upon our arrival to this dungeon, we met the final member of our party, a dragonkin bard. Lady help me, this bard. I know not what I have done to deserve the punishment of his presence.

Even with an additional ally, retrieving the sword proved to be a more difficult task than we originally thought. In the dungeon, we encountered thieves breaking into a large vault. The thieves posed no threat to us, but they released some sort of out-of-control mechanical monstrosity. We were forced to flee the dungeon as it collapsed from the trauma caused by the machine. Our dwarven companion vanished during the confusion. We did manage to recover the sword we had been sent after.

Our success was short lived however. As we emerged from the dungeon we were confronted by an opposing party who demanded the sword from us. We refused to hand it over and combat began. I do not wish to speak at length about this battle, as it pains me to experience the shame of defeat again. The sword was taken from us. We survived the fight, and when we recovered, we noticed a luminous tower had arisen above the dungeon. With nowhere else to turn, we decided to explore. We met an odd wizard, who seemed to know much more than he was willing to tell. After some discussion, he sent us on our way.

On the road we were attacked by a number of lizardfolk. We dealt with them, but the fighting left us weary. We took shelter for the night in an old imperial outpost. The next morning we found ourselves surrounded by unfamiliar faces, all looking to take possession of the outpost, which is apparently contains a sort of thinning between the worlds. Eight groups eventually approached us, each offering incentives and threats. We eventually chose four groups, who agreed to work together. In the process, we alienated ourselves from the High Churches. I may pay for this decision later, but I feel that the rewards that the other parties offered will benefit My Lady in ways that the Churches would not be able to. I am not alone in my situation, Johnny too rejected the requests of his organization, a “Church” by its own naming. Their representative certainly made a show of power, but it was not a power that was natural. I hope to not see such things again.

We now sit at the outpost, arguing amongst ourselves, waiting for armies to arrive, be they friend or foe. The number my enemies seems to grow daily while my friends and allies does not. As always I stand as a sword for the faith, I will I will do what My Lady wishes, although I do not know where that will lead.

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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!

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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.


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