Narratio - Our Story

Racism Hurts

After a little more discussion (and overt racism), the group asked for a few minutes alone to decide their course of action. Arkiel stepped out of the room and the group let out a collective sigh of relief. Raynard was opposed to helping her in any way. Pix...

Wine, Women, and Song

As the group approached Harmonia, Maekon provided a crash course in Kartakassian culture. She reminded everyone of the sanctity of wolves and advised it was customary to sing a song before and after dinner, if you were a guest in someone’s home; a situation likely to occur after...

To Break a Curse

An accord had been reached. The bodies would be buried, including all possessions and Sig would speak his words. If it appeared nothing happened, everything would be exhumed and collected. Thus, the funeral rite took place. Rozleen’s ghost appeared and thanked the group for giving her a proper...

Lost in Time

Sigismund had had enough, it was time to leave. Sig, Thaminor, Maekon and Miko walked out the front door and approached the gates of the hospital grounds. With no one attempting to stop them, the group opened the gates and beheld a wall of mist roughly 30 feet...

Out of the Shadows

Lost in shadows, the group had no idea when, or if, they would be returning to Westhill. After an indeterminate length of time, the shadows coalesced into a fog and a tunnel opened up in front of the group. As they began moving forward through the tunnel, it...

The Lost Mine of Phandalin

In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagon load of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Westhill, a couple of days’ travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for...