Welcome to Total Party K-O! This is the spot for our weekly gaming session, campaign notes, occasional DM musing, etc.
Well-met!
Where adventure goes to die
Welcome to Total Party K-O! This is the spot for our weekly gaming session, campaign notes, occasional DM musing, etc.
Well-met!
You gathered before sunrise two days ago, just east of Elder Pool, where the High Way turns finally east. Horses and carriages had been sent by the Court. Each of you presented the wax-sealed summons that was your passport to Mainesbury and the “celebration.”
Lord Grey approaches you, an embarrassed smile on his face as he stretches out his hand. “I’m sorry,” he says. To you, the Baron of Darkmoor apologizes in his fine voice. “I did not catch your name.”
mber Corrin speaks first, attempting a conciliatory tone. He explains that a complete accounting of your recent activities in Elder Pool and at the Moat House is required.
Ralluk has brought you an item you could not, at first, even fathom. It is a fine mace, well-turned and of finest materials.
You have tried to explain to her that she is free to do as she wishes; she owes you nothing. She nods as if she is listening.