Note: The campaign petered out. The following is my ending for it, and is completely DM-unauthorized. It was a trap! Oh, curse me, and the horror brought forward by my chaos point. This entire journey was a con. We went to Lord Angar's castle, aye, me and my companions of questionable familiarity and provenance (minus … Continue reading Pepsi’s Tale, Addendum →

Sorry about that! It took a while to clear the fuzz from my mind. I can tell you definitively, gentle onlookers, that there were in fact some sort of red lizards. One took a very nasty bite out of me, causing me to bleed profusely and nearly lose my wits. But once again, as soon … Continue reading Pepsi’s Tale, Session Six →

Strange. The warlock is talking about the conversation we just had with the guard, except at greater length and with details I do not remember hearing before (such as some symbol the bandits were wearing). After this "cut scene", as he called it, we took a brief moment to introduce ourselves (the other halfing is … Continue reading Pepsi’s Tale, Session Five →

Spirits were low as we fled Lord Angar's castle. The sewer came out at the ocean. A few of us took the opportunity to wash off in the (relatively much) cleaner water, while bickering over what next grew. I'm reasonably certain that Lord Angar didn't know who I am, but I'm regrettably recognizable. I'd like … Continue reading Pepsi’s Tale, Session Four →

Have you picked up on any of my misgivings about this adventure thus far? Perhaps I'm "just" a halfling, but past history has taught me the value of knowing what's going on. To reiterate: the majority of this crew was pressed into service as escorts for this warlocks, we were repeatedly waylaid by bandits on … Continue reading Pepsi’s Tale, Session Three →

OK. Where was I? Right. Wolves. Then thieves. Then, in a foolish exhibit of mercantilism, we loaded the corpses of the bandits and their bloody weapons onto the hay, thus soaking hay worth a considerable amount of gold with blood. Not to worry, though, I'm pretty sure I can spin it as high in iron. … Continue reading Pepsi’s Tale, Session Two →

Greetings, dear reader. First of all, I have a request to make of you: do not tell any of my companions about this journal! They do not know that I have studied BoingBoing's Spell of Journal Writing. I am but a halfling rogue; I fear my wizard and warlock associates would take offense at my … Continue reading Pepsi’s Tale, Session One →