The Screeching Goat

Heroes of the Day As we huddled around each other post battle, the elven leader weaved through his soldiers, checking their health and giving them the reassurance of a job well done. We stood in awkward silence, slinking backward towards the shadows when another patrol appeared. A raven-haired woman, garbed in clothing of high rank or station spoke with the elven man leading the first group of soldiers. She reached out to comfort the man and smiled as she spoke, though the conversation was too quiet to overhear. In an instance she and her soldiers were off again and the man turned his attention on us. As he approached, Bhodi donned his hood and stepped behind the rest of us. The elven man introduced himself as Sergeant Sorian. I could only surmise that this man was Bhodi's father, given the odd behavior my friend was displaying in his presence.  "What's going on here?" he said. "Where did you all come from and what are you doing here?" I nudged Carrick forwa

We were transported by Teletestin to a large cavern, an expanse with floating islands of rock with interconnecting stone bridges. We stood at the base of a platform at the bottom of a gently rising ladder of stone. At its peak, a large gem or rock of some sort shaped like a roughly hewn pylon. I could tell that the elves among us were in awe. I heard one whisper Evereska under their breath. They looked to each other as if to say this play was both familiar and unfamiliar. Bridges of mortared rock spanned the expanse, cracked and broken in places. Some of the other platforms that branched from the central one we stood on seemed to be crumbling as though they'd taken a serious beating.  "That one grants immunity to disease," Miresta said as she pointed to one of the floating platforms. Bhodi chimed in., "And that one turns the undead out!" As much as I wanted to stand around and survey the landscape, we had a larger problem directly in our path. Just above the py

From the Archives of Bhodi Li Shalandalan... A hero’s journey Begins with a single step. Seeds have been planted. On a warm spring afternoon, a young tiefling woman named Demaia and her friend Erdrich searched the woods near their home for newly budding herbs needed for brewing ale by a local brewer Bogden. They had journeyed far into the woods when their path took them alongside a deep gully. Agile girl that she is, Demaia had no trouble skirting the gully edge along the narrow crumbling path, however Erdrich was not so lucky or agile. Trying to keep up with his nimble friend, he slipped on a muddy patch and lost his footing. He tumbled into the gully flailing his arms and legs in to find purchase on the steep walls of the ravine. His leg caught in a twist of tree root and caught him short, audibly snapping the lower bone of his right leg. Erdrich’s scream echoed across the woods. Quick as an indigo shadow, Demaia scrambled and swung down into the gully, between fifteen and tw

From the archives of Bhodi Li Shalandalan... Like cherry blossoms The air is suffused with peril, But the brave stand firm. With the green glow of the burning tower behind them, the group of travelers made their way quickly down the main trade road. Before long they located a safe place to get off the road and made camp just before sunset. The large, brass, dragonborn warrior, Ofiera, watched them closely as they spread out to fulfill the mundane duties of starting a fire and preparing a meal. In all, there were the two Evereskan elves, a foreign looking half-elf with the staff, a wild-looking halfling who was accompanied by a high-spirited, violet tiefling and an earnest young noblewoman traveling with her aunt. They seemed no ordinary band of travelers to her and she said as much. “You folk seem like a capable bunch," she said. "In my estimation, you have the makings of a formidable team. If you can learn to work as a cohesive unit, there is much opportunity to ac

The apartments within the keep at Nashkel were quaint but accommodating. Luckily, they were just large enough to house our group comfortably. Damaia fell asleep rather quickly. The others stirred a while longer before settling in. I fell into a comfortable sleep after a tankard of ale and was glad for it. It had been a long day. I was thankful to have crossed paths with Delgna and secured membership into the Western Heartlands Merchant Guild. Note to self, guild merchants apparently have little respect or understanding for the traveling merchant group the 'Oilers.' Best to mention my affiliation with them sparingly. I met the morning bright-eyed and ready to start the day. Though, it appeared I was the last to wake. There was already shifting and shuffling around the room. My new companions had already begun preparing for the day. Conversation soon emerged: discussions on what was to be our agenda. I thought to myself, 'How strange it is, having met these people only days

The early afternoon sun was high overhead, beating down on us with exhausting precision, as we rustled ourselves up from our short but satisfying respite. A gentle breeze nudged at our backs, urging us to move forward, to hunt these Ravens down and end this. We glanced at each other in understanding as we made our way south of this camp. Whatever - whomever was ahead of us would be ready. Johnny, if he had survived after he fled, would make damn sure of it. We hit the trees on the south side of the now quiet camp and slowly trekked through dense forest, careful not to disturb the thick underbrush or snap any branches underfoot. Some of the brush in the nearby area was broken, bent and spattered with blood which had created a fresh trail for us to follow. Thank you, Johnny... The trail finally led us to another break in the trees. We all gathered around to gain some sort of vantage point and assess the situation. Peering out, I saw an encampment nestled atop a rock plateau that