The First Frontier

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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!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

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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Wolves, Hyenas, and Gnolls, oh my!

Adella,
I put the finishing touches on the flail and heavy pick that I’ve been working on. I sold the rapier to Akeema. This letter should arrive before the caravan she and Khaska are escorting does.
Jeffers told me about some livestock problems that the town guard have been looking into. We decided to go take a look and see if we could find anything. We found a trail that led to a den of of three wolves. And one of those wolves was huge! Aylen says that it was a Dire Wolf! We made that the top target. While Aylen and Jin moved in to attack the beast, I moved around to the creature’s rear. Then Zul cast a spell on me to make me larger. Well the dire wolf did not like that and tried to flee (it could also have been Jin slapping the beast with his great sword), but whith me so large, I could easily crush the creature’s skull with the flail. We put down the other two wolves and returned to town to let the guard know we had solved the mystery.

We camped out that night. It was a fair evening, so we did not use the tent. We have regretted that decision. A trio of gnolls and their hyena pets assaulted us in the night. And one of them decided that I was one of the first threats to eliminate.
Please be at ease sister. While I have a new scar to show to you, the coward fell to Luke’s fire quick enough. We dispatched the rest of the band and left their remains for the wild animals to claim. I did get a composite shortbow out of it. And since bows are not weapons that I make, I decided that using it would be fair.

A local spellcaster wants us to find some plants for her. I will write when I get back.
Omar.

Adella,
Well, the gnolls are definitely upset with us. We were ambushed by four gnoll archers. I use the term lightly. They nicked our point man, Pip and then tried to run. I took a moment to secure the mule and riding horse, and just in that time, the fight had moved deeper into the woods. So I stayed and guarded the animals while the ambushers were hunted down.
How’s that for glorious adventuring?
Omar

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Beware! Flying snakes!

Adella,
We tracked the gnoll archers back to their camp. We struck while they were resting. Asher enspelled them so they could not move and we slaughtered them handily.

We returned to looking for the spell components we were hired to find. We found them on a small hill. There were snake holes present, as we had been informed there would be. Asher and Pip went forward to try and convince the wild animals that we were not out to harm them and could they harvest in peace. Then they started to harvest the berries. And the hillside was suddenly covered with snakes. Most of us were a ways off, so several of us moved back (and I tethered the mule) while others moved to engage. What was unnerving was that these were the babies! Mama snake appeared as well. Jin showed the beast his skill with the greatsword. Asher brought forth a fire elemental to assist. There was not much of a challenge in this fight and the snakes were chopped into bite sized morsels (tastes like chicken actually).

When we were resting that evening, we found out what it was like to be the gnolls whose camp we attacked. A gnoll attacked us, using the same spell Asher used on them.
There were also some hyenas to deal with, including a large sized one.
The undergrowth held most of us fast. Once again Jin showed all his skill and strength by breaking loose and smiting the giant hyena. Pip peppered the gnoll with arrows. The final hyena ran off. I had cast a spell to make my arrow hit true, and fired, at the same time that several others also fired. All our shots struck at the same time, interfering with each other amd leaving the hyena untouched. We took it as a sign and left the beast in peace.

I will write more later sis.

Omar.

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An Orcing we will go. An Orcing we will go.

Dear Adella,
We finally returned to town with the spell components. We came across some sort of ooze one the way, but it was nothing to destroy it.

The town guard were training the locals in anti goblin fighting. It turns out that the local Orcs and Gnolls were fighting and it was the goblin’s territory that the were fighting in. I made some long spears for them. We then set out to attack the Orcs base of operations. We came across a small Orc camp. Aylen and myself charged in on horseback. Jin also charged in, while Luke, Zul, and Asher supported from range with their spells. After destroying the defenders, which included some Kobolds, we determined that several Orcs fled. So we were forced to hunt them down.

They tried to ambush us. This group also had an Ogress with them as well. Not that it did them much good. While she rang my shield like a gong, she fell as well.

Both groups were enslaving the Kobolds (and the Ogress) using some sort of magic.

We will need to do more damage to the Orcs to weaken them enough so they can be driven out of the area.

Omar.

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Commission Report, the year of our Lord 548

To my almighty and most benevolent King,


I fear your desire to seek a more favorable habitat will be a trying one in these lands. The warring between factions of Gnolls, Orcs, and Kobolds has reached new levels of depravity. Apparently the Orcs have taken slavery to a new level by employing magical enchantment against the Kobolds.


What disturbs me is not that the Orcs would resort to these methods, or that they represent any more of a threat than the Orc’s general wanton destruction. What disturbs me is that it is beyond their methods of manufacture.


Oh, certainly the occasional Orc wizard exists, but to see it on the scale that we have seen is unlikely in the extreme. Instead I fear someone far more cunning is behind this most recent endeavor. An actual intelligence guiding these brutes will likely spell even more trouble for developing in this forsaken land.


We continue in our efforts to cull the primitive beasts, and may secure some long term stability with the Kobolds, if only to use them as a buffer against the worst from that quarter. We have suffered our first loss today, and we solemnly bury one of your most devoted servants. Giant predators are an equal threat to man and man beast alike and Aylen fell protecting us from their horrific claws.


I have not heard word from my family, I trust I have performed my duties to your satisfaction and that they remain safe from harm.


Your dutiful servant,


L.L.

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The Olyffe Tradition
A tale of caution for world weary elves

Prurience feeds detail. In the artisan world, we know it to be the cool fire of moonlight, the well from which we draw inspiration. But we must be mindful to temper the mind, for only a honed spirit may yield a honed blade. As timeless as this wisdom may be, even we elves find ourselves in a momentary relapse.

Prurience cast the dark shadow which fell upon the Olyffe Tradition. It perverted the heir to our longstanding tradition with the humans, driving the line out of our community and West into the forbidden world. And for what gain? To be slain by monsters, fighting age old enemies of eons long past.

Today, we mourn not for a lost bretheren, but for the mortal condition, the imperfect mind. We will learn, as we always do, for we have not only lost one of our own, but we have gained an important lesson.

And henceforth, we high elves shall find comfort and wisdom in solitude once again, as we did for eons past.

As Corellon watches.

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Commission Report, the year of our Lord 548, Entry 2

To My Most Magnanimous and Powerful King,


Time has revealed to us that this area is ripe with magic. The Kobolds, for their small size, are proficient armorers and surprisingly willing to fight for their freedom considering their diminutive size.


I would be suspicious of their motives had they not made an effort to trick us into doing free work liberating the area of not only Orcs, but other monstrosities as well. Thankfully they understand the value of barter and we have come to an agreement for exchange of services. We will also be able to secure a foot hold here.


A defensible position and trading outpost from which trade can benefit our home. The Kobolds are not to be crossed though. They seem happy to work at odds against anyone that would enslave them. In fact we watched their hatchlings, barely old enough for the mines, as they tore down buildings with the Orcs still in them.


If not for their talents as smiths and craftsmen then their mischievous cunning might bring about the need for their destruction.


Many thanks for your anticipation of our needs for additional help managing the Orc problem. His talents with the bow are remarkable. I surely saw one of them run fully through by an arrow. Indeed leaving a whole clear out the other side.


Thank you for the letter from my daughter Persephone. Let her know that I am well and enjoying the sun and beach here exploring the great new frontier. Tell her I will write to her soon and that the life here is easy. I must go as my good friend is collecting several ears for the stew. And I do love the corn here.


Your devoted servant,


L.L.

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The Season of Kobolds

Edithe,

Have you ever heard of kobolds? They, like humans, also keep to rules and stories. Just today they struck an agreement to become allies. What narratives they weave! They do things with purpose, as if each were his or her own part, all commanded by some master script.

I arrived today to meet up with some humans. A timely ally always arrives to great fanfare; I took to some scraggly cliffs and shot through an enemy! There were others too, a man who conjured the blood of his foes with his blade, a knight who rode his steed through the thicket only to seemingly laugh at everyone, even a swordsman who betrayed the ground. All of this to save a few kobold children – how dramatic!

They promise good things in the future. I’ll do the same. Take care of Euadne for me!

Sybaris

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Trusting trap building slaves to build your fort is bad...

Dear Adella,
I had to separate from the team to assist one of the guard patrols. Turned out to be a false need, but ill came of it. Aylen Olyffe fell when the team attacked a band of orcs that had heavy support. I arrived with the guard patrol at the end. The guards took Aylen’s body and possessions to be sent to his next of kin. We then continued on. Sybaris caught up with us soon after. He was sent to join our team in our efforts to map and secure this area.

The kobold slaves of the orcs asked for our assistance. It seemed that the orcs were using the kobold to build a stronghold. They also were keeping kobold young hostage there. So they led us to this fortress in the making. Foolish orcs built into the side of a mountain. But the kobolds already had positions above the fortress. So, while Jin and Luke prepared for a frontal assault, the rest of us snuck up to be with the kobolds so we could assault from the rear.

That was the plan anyway. A rock that I was stepping on during the climb came loose. And sure enough on of the orc archers heard the noise and spotted me. So we had to begin the assault early. I did not even get into my armor.

Asher used his spells to make the ground sharp. Several orcs running out of the towers to attack us regretted that move as their legs were cut up. Jin climbed up one of the towers, while we fired arrows from above. Then several of the orcs got clever. They jumped from the upper windows and managed to avoid the spiked ground surrounding thier tower. Since they were going to attack the kobolds we were trying to rescue, I used a spell to safely drop into the fortress, even without armor, and moved to assault them. Asher also sent help, in the form of a dire wolf. Rather amusing to see the kobolds run away from the orcs, then have a dire wolf charge around the corner. The orcs were not happy. The capitulated quickly after that.

Not that it saved them.
Jin was deep into one of the towers, fighting orcs. And the kobolds, as soon as Asher released his spike spells, ran up to the towers and tore them down. They must have prepared something in advance, because it did not take them long to do this.

One thing that came out of all of this is the magical greatsword Jin found. It resembles mine. Same make style and everything. It looks like my beliefs about the sword being switched is true. Although why the sword I made would be switched with a magic sword is beyond me. I’m going to have to research these swords in further detail.

My love to you, dear sister. Be safe.
Omar.

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A letter Home (Jin Adventure Log # 1)

Dear Wren,

I hope this letter finds you well. I realized it has been some time since I last wrote, and much has happened. I know you will be anxious to hear all about it, so I will tell you a little now and more when I write next.

First of all I should tell you that we made it through the ring gate without incident. It’s been just about the only quiet bit of travel (if you can call it such) that I’ve experienced these last few months. A pop, a bang, and it was done. Thousands of miles in one moment! If I wasn’t so terrified of coming out with my arse where my head ought to be I’d have been more awestruck, but it was incredible.

In any case our first weeks in Westedge have been filled with activity. We’ve killed nigh on thirty gnolls, helped a local apothecary gather ingredients, and saved the town from an orc army that was sure to threaten it. We even set free an entire village of kobolds that the orcs were keeping as slaves! Unfortunately during our campaign against the orcs dear Ayelen was killed. His death shocked us all as it was brutally swift and violent. He was much loved, and will be missed. Needless to say we slaughtered the creatures that did him in and sent his body back to his family where it belongs. I suppose death must be a part of an adventurer’s life, but I still cannot help thinking that but for a bit of luck it could easily be MY dead body being sent back to our tribe …. It’s a sobering thought.

During the last battle with the orcs, while attacking their stronghold, I was able to bring down the orc leader. He had a mighty greatsword which I took as my just reward for slaying him. What a sword it is, Wren! If only you could see the intricate runes of power that cover it, or feel the pulsating hum of it’s magicks as I swing it at my foe. It is powerful indeed.

After we freed them the Kobolds offered us the ‘gift’ of an ‘abandoned’ temple to use as a base. Of course the temple wasn’t really abandoned, and it wasn’t really a gift at all as they wanted us to clear it out of undead for them. We’ve just begun that task and already we were almost all killed by horrible slimes and invisible mushroom creatures. It’s not pleasant, but I have faith that eventually we will triumph and carry off much ancient treasure from this place.

Incidentally, I’ve traveled with this company long enough that I think it may be time I told the secret that only you and I know. The one about who I am, what I can do. They’re bound to notice it soon enough. I’ve begun to get better at changing, Wren — I can turn my fingers to claws or make my jaw longer and my teeth larger. I’ve even managed to vastly increase my muscle size! It’s a marvelous feeling, being stronger and tougher just because you will it to be so. I am proud of what I am becoming, even if I don’t quite understand it myself. The problem is that it’s starting to become so damn obvious.

I shall pick a good time to show them what I really am, and we shall see if they’re the true friends I hope they are. I think they’ll stand by me, even when they find out that I’m not like them.

How are things at home? How’s your father? How’s the tribe? There are ugly rumors that the costs of grain and livestock are going up and tensions are rising between the old world nations. Are they true? Out here we hear everything second and third hand. Please write me back and let me know how things are going.

Much love,

Jin

P.S. If you saw me now you wouldn’t recognize me at all. I’ve CHANGED! I can’t wait to show you.

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