KL Forslund

We’ve returned from the Sunless Citadel, and I think it is telling that I was the only one who couldn’t see in the dark. From my last entry, when we broke camp in a room we’d holed up in, things felt off. Nothing interrupted our rest. No one waited in ambush. Certain members of the party held general impressions or understandings of the complex layout. With no map, they still knew roughly where to go. Which led us to deserted rooms. One held a red dragon statue standing in fr

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...