002 - 250113 - Squad Two - Wagon Escort I
Date:
446 PC, Dawnrise 8
After Actions:
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003 - 2501?? - Arcane protection - Wagon Escort II
Date:
446 PC, Dawnrise 8
After Actions:
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004 - 250122 - Scouts - Wagon Escort III -
Date:
446 PC, Dawnrise 8
After Actions:
SO the scouting mission went on a bit longer than we intended! Do not worry though me (Die-Anna), Raven, and Mira all made it out alive. There is a very interesting deer in the woods, who is both beautiful and jacked so be on the look out for him. Also tell him I say hi, as we are friends now! Also there were some strange monsters attacking it but that's not really that interesting since we killed all of them. Anyways...
005 - 250123 - Vanguard - Wagon Escort IV
Date:
446 PC, Dawnrise 8
After Actions:
The vanguard had an adventure with some things that I'm going to be trying very hard to forget. (I've almost got all of the ichor off of my hands...almost) But it's all good, it's fine. The squad all made it out alive, and now it's time to start thinking about the next adventure
Dev's journal
Dawnrise 8
Sophia, I don’t know if these words will ever reach you…but I miss the days when I would share the stories of my adventures with my big sister and I’m trying to hang on to my sanity here.
I signed up with the Starshard Banner. I did this of my own free will, although I’m starting to wonder if I’d have had a better shot at a long life if I’d stuck around and tried to convince Malrik Voss to give me another chance.
The Riftspan is like nothing I’ve ever seen. I think it’s like nothing anyone has ever seen this side of the Feywild. Everything is just wrong…or maybe it’s right. Magic feels just a little bit more real here than it did back home.
Some blowhard named Captain Rhyse Sledge gave us a rousing speech before we went through the Rift between our world and the pocket dimension of the Riftspan. I paid it no mind. Before I knew it, we were split up into squads and sent through with a caravan of supplies.
It felt like I was stretched out and then snapped back in on myself when we passed through the Anchor, the connection point between the Riftspan and the outside world. It was not a fun experience. I wanted to hurl, but this Tabaxi, our scout captain leader Steve, was expecting us to form up and escort the caravan to the camp.
I was assigned vanguard duty, along with a Tiefling paladin named Keres and a Goliath cook named Korrak. Seemed simple enough, just help keep everyone on course and watch out for things that might threaten the caravan.
They even use this route enough that they had markers set up to help. The markers were neat – they were these bells that you could ring, and that would make the next one in the chain resonate to help you navigate the trail.
Of course, the whole forest is fucked. The trees are covered in unnatural glowy shit, and there are whole parts where there are no sounds. None. You know I’m not the outdoorsy type, but I’m smart enough to want to get the hell away from any part of a forest where you have total silence.
The early part of our trip was uneventful, but eventually something found us. A pack of five riftlings attacked us. They were vaguely simian, but I’m not going to spend a lot of time describing them because just thinking about them is going to give me nightmares.
The three of us managed to defeat four of the five, but none of us is going to impress anyone with our martial abilities. At least I didn’t set the forest on fire when my Fire Bolts went wide of the mark.
The fifth riftling stole one of the bells.
We thought this was a bigger problem than it actually was, so we gave chase. I’m now pretty sure we would’ve made it to camp just fine even without the bell. I ended up chucking daggers at it. This was so not my finest moment.
Eventually, we killed it and recovered the bell. The things have pouches that they store their trinkets in. Since my hand was already covered in ichor, I checked to see if the riftling had anything else.
I was rewarded with an old coin that may have been slightly magical. I ended up practicing coin tricks to settle my nerves as we finished our escort assignment.
We made it to the camp, which stands in the shadow of a large, walled city. From the outside, you can’t see too many buildings – the walls look about 60 feet high – but at the center is an enormous tower that I hear was once a wizards’ college. I’d love to see what’s still left inside.