KL Forslund

The further we go into the citadel, the less I recognize myself. After spending the night in the tower, we opted to rappel down a rope via the central shaft. A mere eighty feet into the darkness. I lost my grip, fell a ways and managed to catch the rope again. There was no time to catch my breath at the bottom, skeletons, twig blights, and a bug bear greeted us with violence. My contribution to the battle consisted of sending errant blasts of eldritch force that at best kept

What a difference a day makes. We woke up in the kobold village and went to bed in the goblin village. Sometime during all that, a lot of...