[Taken From Tunwéya‘s notebooks:] The time we spent in the Modron outpost has proven extremely valuable, and – while I still need to review some of the information provided by The Historian in order to bring it up to something like publication standard, I think it is fair to say that the expedition was ultimately…

After abandoning any attempt to rumble with the Wizard who had commandeered the flying ship we found, over a belief that he was capable of instantly slaying one of us, we drove the metal cart away and up the jagged igneous slopes of a volcano. The glass-twinkled rocks looked like they’d graze you if you…

Dear Diary, Hello! It is me, Lulu! Reya has hurt her hand a little when a Big Special Boat went very very fast (I will tell you about that soon!). It was her turn to write about our exciting adventures. But she can’t because of her sore hand. So I will write for her. It…

Driving their damaged vehicle down from the plateau, Contra-Disward towards the banks of the Styx, the Levellers soon spotted what they’d been looking for. At the bottom of a steep incline, run aground on a rocky bank, was a strange ship unlike any the party had ever seen before. Without sails or oarlocks, the galleon…

From the desk of Hinnerk. Dear Cinders, This is my what? 8th letter to you? Have you got the others? Sorry this one’s messy, I think I once wrapped a pork pie in this paper so I’ll have to write around the grease spots. Anyway, quite the adventure we’ve been on recently! After we’d spoken…

From Tunwéya‘s notebooks: Our sleep was interrupted. Awakening we found, not that monsters were about (which, I must admit is my fourth least-favourite way to be awoken, failing only “Waking to discover the bard failed to set out guy ropes,” “Waking to discover that the owlbear whose cave you have been sharing has woken from…

Accompanying the brave souls sheltering in the crypts of the temple of Torm we passed the relic of the unknown hero who’s uncorrupted remains lay at rest, we chose to move her corpse (respectfully) and take curatorship of her mighty blade. We left the huddled masses with Radd, the rambunctious and slightly piratical master of…

All injured and with Reya incapacitated by the Helm of Torm’s Sight, The Levellers picked their way back to High Hall to seek the help of Pherria Jynx, who set up a space in which to lay Reya down and begin a series of healing prayers in the hope of bringing the young paladin back…