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'Twas the night before Yule Tyne, when all through the tavern

Not a creature was stirring, not goblin nor wyvern;
The Bags of Holding were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Cuthbert, soon would be there;
The adventurers were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of treasure danced in their heads;
And the Elf in her trace, and I keeping watch in the west,

Had just settled in for at least a short rest
When out in the dark it sounded like a wreck,
I sprang up to see who failed their stealth check
Misty stepped to the window, no need for maps
Carefully opened the shutters whilst checking for traps.

Selûne shone on the new-fallen snow,
As if I had Darkvision to see objects below
When my wondering eyes saw as if stunned,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Pery-ton,

With a driver clad in surcoat and mailshirt ,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Cuthbert.
More rapid than monks, his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Shasher! Now, Piercer! Now Bludgeon and Force! On, Fire! On, Lightning! On, Ice and Radiant (of Course!)

To the top of the battlements! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Disengage! Double move all!"
So up to the Tavern top, the Perytons they flew
With the sleigh full of loot, and St. Cuthbert too—
And then, in a round, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each razor sharp hoof.
As I hid in the shadows, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Cuthbert came with a bound.
He was dressed all in armor, from his head to his boots,

And I could see he carried mace, shield and a lute
A bundle of weapons he had strapped on his back,
And he looked like a Murder-Hobo just about to attack.

His eyes—how they glinted! His frown lines, so deep!
His cheekbones so sharp, his foes surely weep!
His grim mouth was drawn tight like a bow,

And the beard on his chin, white as mountain snow
From the stump of a pipe, sweet smoke was blown
And it encircled his head like an Ioun Stone
He was broad and strong, a man not an elf,
And I gasped when I saw him, in spite of myself;
With no somatic components, he went straight to his work,

And filled all the bags; then turned with a jerk,
Laying a ring on his finger, it looked shiny and new
And giving a nod, up the chimney he flew;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a yell,
And away they all flew as if escaping from hell
But I heard him exclaim, with a fair bit of wit—

“Happy Yule Tyne to all, and always roll crits!”

D&D Encounters : Elemental Evil, Princes of the Apocalypse

D&D Princes of Apocalypse

Called by the Elder Elemental Eye to serve, four corrupt prophets have risen from the depths of anonymity to claim mighty weapons with direct links to the power of the elemental princes. Each of these prophets has assembled a cadre of cultists and creatures to serve them in the construction of four elemental temples of lethal design. It is up to adventurers from heroic factions to work together to discover where the true power of each prophet lay, and dismantle it before it comes boiling up to obliterate the Realms.

Session 11 : Stone Temple Monastery

Excepts from the correspondences between Qarbo and Hellenrae

My Dear Abbess,

I write to you to inform you that three more members of our little family have disappeared in the area that the Lich has claimed as his own. I would urge you, once more, to organize either an attack on this undead menace or allow me to turn him so we might live without the threat of a nameless fate.

Yours in Dirt,
Qarbo


Faithful Qarbo,

While I appreciate your zeal for the "safety" of our members, if you and they simply followed the guidelines outlined, they would be no unnecessary losses in manpower or other resources. As I have said before, and clearly need to say again, stay out of the Lich's portion of the monastery. When the judgment comes, he will be buried, as dead things deserve. Think no more upon it.

Eternal as the Earth,
Abbess Hellenrae


While you might have the patience of a mountain, some might say you are afraid of Renwick. Not I, of course, but there are mutterings. I have dealt with them, praise the soil. However, it would make a strong statement if you were to banish this desiccated fiend or at the very least let me deal with it, rather than leave it like a festering sore on the body of people.

Kneeling on sand,
Qarbo


My Dear Friend,

If you feel that strongly about this, by all means, take care of this blight on our home. But if he should somehow turn you into some sort of shambling wright or zombie, I will make sure you are put down, as I know you would want. May the strength of stone fill your soul.

Ready as Rock,
Abbess Hellenrae


Holy Mother,

I will do that forthwith. However, there are supplicants at the gate. Once they are sorted, I’ll take care of our problem.

Dusty with Duty,
Qarbo


Weekly Recaps by Leo Byrne Jenicek

D&D Encounters : Elemental Evil, Princes of the Apocalypse

D&D Princes of Apocalypse

Called by the Elder Elemental Eye to serve, four corrupt prophets have risen from the depths of anonymity to claim mighty weapons with direct links to the power of the elemental princes. Each of these prophets has assembled a cadre of cultists and creatures to serve them in the construction of four elemental temples of lethal design. It is up to adventurers from heroic factions to work together to discover where the true power of each prophet lay, and dismantle it before it comes boiling up to obliterate the Realms.

Session 0 : Welcome to Red Larch

Visit Red Larch!
The hidden jewel of the North

Tired of the filth and noise of city living? Why be ruled by “Masked Lords”? Don't make your home in a place that is literally split in half.

Enjoy the rustic charms of a pastoral paradise!Stop by the Helm at Highsun tavern for a refreshing beverage.

Need a new set of clothes for feast day? Helvur Tarnlar will custom make whatever you need!

Are you a holy type? Then stop by the Allfaiths Shrine, where every god is worshiped. Except evil gods.

We don’t want no trouble in our place! If you need goods and services with a smile we have you covered from butchers to weapons smiths!

And after day of shopping and sightseeing, the Swing Sword inn will pamper you with real beds! That’s right, honest to goodness beds! No sleeping in a big pile like a pack of stray dogs for you! Rest in piece and quiet so you can get up for a tour of our local quarry in the early morning!

Red Larch, we’re waiting to take… Care of you!
*Rumors of outlaws, ghosts, and odd weather are totally unfounded.


Weekly Recaps by Leo Byrne Jenicek

D&D Encounters : Elemental Evil, Princes of the Apocalypse

D&D Princes of Apocalypse

Called by the Elder Elemental Eye to serve, four corrupt prophets have risen from the depths of anonymity to claim mighty weapons with direct links to the power of the elemental princes. Each of these prophets has assembled a cadre of cultists and creatures to serve them in the construction of four elemental temples of lethal design. It is up to adventurers from heroic factions to work together to discover where the true power of each prophet lay, and dismantle it before it comes boiling up to obliterate the Realms.

Session 1 : Lance Rock & The Necromancer's Cave

From the notebook of the Lord of Lance Rock

  • Should zombies of non-human races have different name?

  • Dwarf-Dwariombie?

  • Elf-Elfbie?

  • Halfling-Halfobie?

  • Genasi-Genobie?

Maybe? Maybe not. More research is required.


This past Sunday, the Lord of Lance Rock saw a grizzled Dwarven prospector loitering near by. Does grizzling make better or worse zombies? Perhaps the flesh will be tougher and simulate a natural armor? OR will it make a less agile zombie?

(Is that even possible?)


Tricks to lure grizzled Dwarven prospector into cave for zombification.

  1. Sprinkle gold around cave entrance, leading into cave.
    The grizzled Dwarven prospector was able to grab all the gold before zombies emerged. Note to self, create fast running zombies.

  2. Sing song about gold from the darkness of the cave in the voice of an Auric Spirit, i.e. Golden Ghost.
    Apparently, Auric Sprits have either been extinct for thousands of years OR are imaginary. This is subject of much debate in academic circles.

  3. Post signs reading, “Mine open for business. Stake your claim now!”
    This has had the opposite effect, the grizzled Dwarven prospector has not only NOT entered the cave, he has warned away some children. The Lord of Lance Rock is very sad, he has always wanted zombie offspring. Sigh.


In order to pick up his spirits, the Lord of Lance Rock, is penning a play for three zombie characters, a maiden, a jester and a bear, these being the costumes presently available to the Lord of Lance Rock. Should it be a farcical comedy about the foibles of modern life OR a serious drama about social issues? The Lord of Lance Rock will let the muse lead his quill where it will go.

Before the Lord of Lance Rock takes his rest, he observes that the world seems to be out of balance, nature itself rebels against itself. The Lord of Lance Rock will sleep like a babe.

Session 2

Feng Ironhand pounded on the door. There was a pause and a light was appeared in the window. A moment later, Haburk Tuthmarillar opened the door. He was in shirtsleeves and breeches but barefoot.

“What is it?” asked Haburk.

“Sorry to wake you constable, but something has happened,” said Feng.

Man and Half-Orc stared at each other for a moment.

“If you’re not going to tell me, I’m goin’ back to bed.”

“Sorry! I was just… Well it don’t matter none. What with the hour and all-“

“Feng, just tell me what happened.”

The Half-Orc took a deep breath and spoke.

“You know how the Believers are kinda secretive but we all though that what all they was doin’ was just getting drunk and stuff?”

The constable sighed.

“This going anywhere?”

“Them Believers was doing weird stuff under the town, dark rituals and alike.”

“How do you know?”

“Some of those adventurers found some cult types who was killing folk.”

“Right. Let me get my boots on and cudgel.”

Haburk got ready quickly and they two headed to the main street.

“Anything else?”

Feng paused and said, ”Well, there were some floating stones, dead bodies and old Baragustas Harbuckler was down there, standing guard.”

The constable’s mustache twitched.

“That all?”

It was at this point they saw the great sinkhole in the middle of the Long Road.

Haburk just stared at huge gap in the middle of town.

“I guess I shoulda led with this,” said Feng.

“I reckon ya shoulda.”


Weekly Recaps by Leo Byrne Jenicek
Session 0 - Welcome to Red Larch