Mystara

V5 White Plume Mountain & V6 Black Shield Red Arrow

Adventure Start: 3 Spring 25 5:11
20 Days to Enoch: 1 Summer 15 5:11
4 days in Enoch: 1 Summer 19 5:11
2 days to White Plume: 1 Summer 21 5:11
1 day at White Plume: 1 Summer 22 5:11
3 days to Enoch: 1 Summer 25 5:11
8 days in Enoch: 2 Summer 3 5:11
5 days to Gozam: 2 Summer 5 5:11
4 days in Gozam: 2 Summer 9 5:11
3 days to elvish ruins: 2 Summer 12 5:11
1 day battle: 2 Summer 13 5:11
4 days between battles: 2 Summer 17 5:11
1 day battle: 2 Summer 18 5:11
5 days to Jericho: 2 Summer 23 5:11
1 day – Battle of Jericho: 2 Summer 24 5:11
4 days to Enoch: 2 Summer 28 5:11
3 days in Enoch: 3 Summer 1 5:11
32 days to Threshold: 1 Autumn 3 5:11

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V4 Ravenloft
Time Log

11 Days Adventuring, 300 downtime days:

Next Adventure Begins 3 Spring 25 5:11
Tyreeshia: Finished Thieves’ Tools, Research: Lords of Hell, Evolution, Time with D’hmir Gul, increased Renown with Threshold
Nuriyah: Establish Trading Post, establish silver mine, fortify Threshold (+1 Renown), train militia
Mine: 10/30

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V3 Palace of the Silver Princess
Just a time log

Adventure Start Date: 1 Summer 29 5:10
Reached the Palace: 2 Summer 5 5:10
3 days adventuring 2 Summer 8 5:10
Returned to Threshold 2 Summer 14 5:10
2 Days Downtime: 5 Summer 15 5:10

Downtime Use:

Eridne: Healer’s Kit 67/250
Badger: Research Zelliger’s Lorebook 105/250
Nuriyah: Learn Aegis 105/200
Phaena: Learn Artillery 105/250
Tyreshia: Learn Thieves’ Tools 107/250
Dietrich and Lanna: Craft Plate Armor 115/250
Expert Looking at Medallion: 107/200

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V2 Keep on the Borderlands
Just a summary of time

Adventure Start Date: 1 Spring 8 5:10
Reached the Keep: 1 Spring 10 5:10
Reached Caves of Chaos: 1 Spring 12 5:10
Left Caves of Chaos: 1 Spring 14 5:10
Returned to Keep: 1 Spring 16 5:10
Returned to Threshold: 1 Spring 18 5:10
103 Days Downtime: 1 Summer 29 5:10

Downtime Use:

Eridne: Healer’s Kit (Learn) 65/250
Badger: Research Zelliger’s Lorebook 103/200
Nuriyah: Learn Aegis 103/200
Phaenna: Artillery (Learn) 103/250
Tyreshia: Thieves’ Tools (Learn) 105/250
Dietrich and Lanna: Crafting Plate Armor (113/250)
Expert Looking at Medallion: 105/200

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V1 In Search of the Unknown Session 2
Never Again, Tom Moldvay. Never Again.

The party continued their exploration of the Caves of Quesqueton. They finished exploring the Gnashroot goblins’ territory, then moved on to troglodyte territory.

Troglodyte territory was twisted and dark, home of horrors like the grick and the violet fungus. They found temples and shrines to Laogzed, but also the library of Zelliger, Roghan, and Melissa. Within the library, they retrieved books and a key for Zelliger’s cipher.

Tyre got a book of lore written in Zelliger’s cipher, and the party as a whole retrieved a great deal of treasure, much of which they will have to sell at Rattail Keep. Badger returned to Threshold to find Halzad gone.

Session Start Date: 1 Spring 4 5:10
Session End Date: 1 Spring 6 5:10
Downtime Ending: 1 Spring 8 5:10

Downtime Use

Eridne: Crafting (4 doses antivemon) 2/10 Dose 1
Badger: Practice a Profession (Wealthy)
Nuriyah: Practice a Profession (Comfortable)
Phaennah: Living Comfortable Lifestyle (Cost: 4 GP)
Tyreshia: Training (Thieves’ Tools) 2/250
Dietrich and Lanna: Crafting (Plate Armor) 2/200

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Meanwhile... 1 Spring 2 5:10 Departure of the Dwarf
Prelude to a Sad Badger

Lily Palintus hummed softly as she wiped the bar in the common room of the Dancing Swallow, cleaning yet another day’s spills away until the bar shined and was ready for tomorrow’s drunken patrons to undo all she did. Fill a glass, glass gets emptied. Clean a bar, bar gets dirtied. At least Ariane didn’t shrink again after she spent a day caring for her – though feeding her seemed to get undone with startling speed.

Her father, poking at the fire, spoke. “Headin’ out, Halzad?” That startled Lily, who looked up to see the dwarf, bags packed and halfway to the front door.

“You know me, Tyler. Never stay in one place long.” Halzad tipped his hat to Lily. “A pleasure as always, Mistress of the Swallow.”

“You’re always welcome back, Master bard,” Lily replied, though she frowned. “Are you going after the group Badger headed to Quesquaton with?”

“Ah, yeah…” Her father blinked. “Your girl did run off with the Ylari and that tiny drunken giant. You pickin’ her up on the way out? I doubt they’ll appreciate the interruption.”

Halzad brought a hand to his eye, and for a moment Lily could have sworn she saw him wipe a tear. “She’s the first apprentice I’ve taken since you took the bar, Tyler… you don’t know.” He tugged a chair out, dropped his bag to the nearest table with a loud thud, and sat in the seat, straddling it. “There’s a way my kind does things… not dwarves. Members of my tradition. Older than song itself, they say, started when the elves and dragons were trying to split the world between them. Apprentice is ready, they’ve got to go out on their own, right? But sometimes they don’t know they’re ready. Sometimes they’ll never know they’re ready. They’ve got to find out for themselves. So you send them out, and make sure they can’t come back to you easy.” He sighed, lifting his hands. “Right hand over here, showing something shiny.” From between his middle and index fingers, he pushed out a Thyatian gold crown, twirling it from finger to finger. “A new song, a treasure fit for a king, or at least an Archduke, an adventure for the ages. And the shiny’s real. But the real thing’s going on over here…” He opened his left hand, and in it was the necklace that had, a moment before, been around Lily’s neck. He passed it to her with a smile of professional pride. “The apprentice’s master’s sent her off on her own, and he’s gone off on his own. She’ll find him, or the College, soon enough, but it breaks off the apprenticeship right quick. I’m not sure it’s right, but it’s how it’s done.”

“Don’t you want to leave her a note?” Lily fastened her necklace back around her neck, giving Halzad a disapproving look that managed to make the dwarf wither a little in his seat.

“What’s there to say?” Halzad spread his arms. “Seven years, we’ve walked or ridden the roads from Vestland to Darokin. We’ve played Thyatis, Glantri City, Rhoona where the Slayer slew the Dragon. I’ve sung for Hulite war-chiefs while Badger lit their ale-tents with song and magic. Seven years since I took the girl from a place I wish I could forget and I’ll never forgive myself for the fact that she remembers. What needs saying’s been said. All that’s left…” He tossed the coin to Tyler, another to Lily, and lifted his bag. “Is the road.” He tilted his head. “Tell her…” He looked to Lily. “You’ll know what to tell her, for me. And make sure she’s got friends. The road’s only a friend when there’s more friends waiting at the next town.”

Then he was gone, into the night.

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V1 In Search of the Unknown Session 1
Threshold, the Caves of Quesqueton

The story begins with Phaenna arrested by Magog and placed in a barrel in the drunk tank in Threshold’s jail, watched over by Eridne. Nuriyah bails her out, and they set about their mission – retrieving a two-hundred-year-old bottle of sunbeam feywine from the Caves of Quesquaton, to deliver as a gift from the chief of the Giantish enclave to the Commander of Rattail Keep.

Phaenna and Nuriyah hired Eridne as a scout, and, after interviewing candidates, Badger as a healer. They then set off for the two-day trip from Threshold to the Caves, followed by Tyreshia. Eridne caught sight of Tyreshia and confronted her, but her confrontation was interrupted by a Charm Person spell and an attack on the camp by a giant centipede.

After dispatching the centipede, the party continued to the Caves. There, they found a pair of secret doors and proceeded through the one to the east, finding the home of Roghan the Fighter. A mysterious bedroom beyond an encounter with giant wolf-spiders (whose attack finally revealed the presence of Tyreshia to the others) yielded a golden comb and a full-length mirror. Badger caught Tyreshia hiding an amulet her mother desired after a fight with a goblin. In Roghan’s bedroom the group found heavy tapestries depicting the warrior’s exploits, and in his trophy room huge tusks and a wyvern skin. In a lounge, they found the feywine they sought; after retrieving the feywine, they faced goblins in the dining room.

After clearing the dining room, the party left the dungeon for a long rest and to stow their treasure.

Session Start Date: 1 Spring 1 5:10
Session End Date: 1 Spring 4 5:10

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Meanwhile... 5:10 Threshold's Pulse
Gisela's Diary

This, the first day of Spring. Old Whitebeak made his first appearance in the skies over town today, doing his dance for one of the small females – I think one of those hatched last year. Magog hides his joy at the first flowers just as well as he did a year ago; Dietrich has once more started his annual round of horseshoe-making in preparation for the plowhorses coming next week. Six births, two deaths, a small blizzard, and the every-second-noon eruptions of Crystal Pond.

Everything here moves like a heartbeat at rest, the same year after year.

My service to the Nine does bring me joy, my friend, and brings what little variety my life holds. Auril teaches that life is best with a regular rhythm; Pholtus, that justice comes in a roar but stays with peace. Yet Lir tells us to seek new experiences, the Raven Queen that the best preparation for the Final Passage is to take crossings from which there is no return.

I admit… I envy them sometimes. Eridne and Badger and that strange girl from the woods. They see so much more than I do, my friend. They touch the places far from the town, the wild places where things must change as much as the town stays the same. Magog takes Eridne to monster burrows and bandit camps; the girl from the woods goes wherever she wishes, and according to Halzad, Badger has even met the Emperor of Thyatia once.

Is it the place of some to simply remain where they are, while others see the glories of Mystara? Is that the will of the Nine? Is the fall of Tyranny a warning not to look too far past one’s place, or an invitation to freedom?

-A Note to my Paper Friend
On the First Day of the First Month of Spring, by Patera’s Reckoning
Gisela Brenier

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Meanwhile... 5:10 The Nest Leaves You
In the Dancing Swallow

Halzad Kalmalk, Dwarf bard, scald to the Kings under the Mountains, Taleteller to Emperors, and man whose lies about himself were only excused by the truth of his tales, sat on a stool at the Dancing Swallow, watching his apprentice. Badger was one of the few people Halzad had ever cared for – his father was a drunk, his mother absentee, the lot of his brothers either bastards or useless. He’d never married. But the day he’d first seen the girl who called herself Badger – a girl whose real name was hidden even from Halzad – his stony heart had softened just a little.

Thankfully, the girl had never given him reason to regret it, until today. Until now. Now, he watcher her perform one of the most difficult of the Twelve Songs – I Am Her Love, Yet I Love Her Not – and he smiled sadly. A proper performance of the song required dance, singing, and playing the fiddle, all stopping for somber spoken storytelling. Traditionally, it would be performed in Aelfish; that Badger had the villagers eating out of her hand in Thyatian was a further testament to how far she had come.

It would be time to start on her own, soon. As soon as he had a chance to go without her.
He was proud of her, and painfully sad.

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Meanwhile... 5:10 Dreams of Fire
The Raven Speaks

It was the same place where she had fallen asleep. It always was, when the Raven came to her. Yet usually, the sky was that of the brightest sunrises on the loveliest days in Rhoona; tonight, it was shadowy, with billowing clouds threatening a downpour that could drown villages.

The raven swooped at her. On most nights, it landed before her or on her shoulder, speaking so quietly she had to lean in to listen; tonight, it was wings and talons and fury, and it was all she could do not to raise her arm to defend herself.

The attack never came. The crimson bird broke off its dive inches from her cheek, near enough that she could feel the wind of its wings as it shot upward with a high, long scream.

The scream held no words, yet she heard its meaning as easily as a baker took an order of buns.

“Entropy’s spores ride Uisge’s winds!” The cry said, though she did not know who Uisge was, what Entropy’s spores could possibly be. “They seek to take root on the Great Tree! Beat against them, child! Send them back to the dark grove from which they sprung up, for their rooting on the Tree can only be cleansed with flame!”

She opened her mouth to ask the raven what it meant, what any of it meant, what had made it so angry, but it wheeled in the air and dove again. “The flame the elves knew! The flame the elves knew!”

Then the ground under her split open with a crack loud enough to wake the dead, and a burst of heat engulfed her, consumed her…

She sat bolt upright. She was on her hammock, in the small cottage she’d built with help from some of the villagers. Her dreams of the Raven always brought comfort. Tonight… she shook, drenched in sweat, enough that her hair was pasted to her skin and her nightgown clung to her. That scream still echoed in her ear, mixing with her own scream as she’d awoken.

She would not sleep again, tonight.

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