This is a short one but brings us up to date as of March 15th, 2020. Covid -19 is a thing and most of the world is now self-quarantining. What better time to kick out some D&D than during a quarantine! We also take time to remember the gravity of our situation. “ Increase, O God, the spirit of neighborliness among us, that in peril we may uphold one another , in suffering tend to one another , and in homelessness, loneliness, or exile befriend one another . Grant us brave and enduring hearts that we may strengthen one another , until the disciplines and testing of these days are ended, and you again give peace in our time; through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Coming to a common room in the west side of the basement, the party runs across the last four Redbrands and quickly dispatch them. The party then enters Glasstaff's workshop. Dinkelburg is able to read some of the papers and it is clear that Glasstaff had been trying to find as much information as...
The late afternoon sun was setting and the sounds of merriment began to fill the Green Dragon Inn & Tavern. The sweet smell of pipe tobacco wafted in lazy clouds and the smell of newly tapped beer kegs massaged the nostrils. Our adventurers sat at the table together discussing the recent business proposition from their old friend, the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker. Gundren was clearly excited and a more than a little secretive about the reasons for the trip, saying only that he had found “something big” and that he’d pay ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.” Escorting one cart from Neverwinter to Phandalin. Seems easy enough. The party is made up of old friends. There is Tid (Courtney), the half-orc paladin with a short temper and a lo...
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