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Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.

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The Journal Of Lord N'a'shezbaernon (self proclaimed of course) 19.10.2013

And here it is the reward for putting up with those Surtova commoners a place on one of the teams sent to explore and tame the Greenbelt. If everything goes according to my plans I may have the resources necessary to complete the ritual sooner than expected but better not to dwell on this somewhere where it might be discovered. So our glorious troupe is not as glorious as I imagined thanks the Corpse for that. No paladin or other sanctimonious pricks, well that pretty boy/girl/thing Tyget is a bit goody-two-shoes but he may yet be reconditioned. He smells of secrets or so Sithiss whispers.

My other companion is far more dangerous to my long term plans. We agree and that’s what bothers me and he seems slimy, his stories of home are strange I don’t know what he is but he doesn’t have the stench of a faerie for sure unless one of those rumored sea elves but I’ve never heard much about them. He warrants further study and a way to block his magic? doubt it, magic doesn’t interfere with the mind so directly and I’ve seen no components, and even sorcerers use them from time to time which leaves only psionics. He may prove to be a great “Trusted Friend” and an asset but also a potential enemy. The journey was fairly uneventful and the trading post proved amusing, our plans nearly went to hell but we managed to pull through. I’ve no love for that human Oleg and his wife Sveltana or something else, human names are so bland, but Ithril plays a dangerous game when it comes to allying with the bandits he seems to forget that subjects of “persuasive” powers tend to figure these things out and he let 3 of those younglings escape. I approve of making bandits our lawful tax collectors but we were to careless and now that fool’s, what was his name ah doesn’t matter, boss may come around with some “friends”. Unless she is particularly intelligent she’ll react with fury and a bloody counterattack will follow.And after all what if that Restov mayor sends some help our way? It would be possible for them to send someone to the trading post to make sure that we’re fulfilling our duty correctly. As a side note I think Oleg may be warming up to me he even gave me some armor for protection after just a second of prodding.

Unfortunately we are a bit shorthanded if the alliance with the bandits doesn’t work out we’ll have a problem on our hands. I need someone simple but yet strong-willed enough to resist Ithril’s prodding as a pawn perhaps that bandit Sithis wounded may after a bit of reforging prove a sufficient dagger for now? With enough tempering he may grow strong or break. Well if he breaks Sithiss will have a new toy.

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Tyget Adventure Log 10/19/13

Oh Goddess!

What mess am I in? At first I thought it was a great idea to go to
Rostov to escape anyone who might be after me. The Rostlanders don’t
like the Issians after all.

When I heard about the charters to send groups to the Stolen Lands I was
excited. There surely I could find protection with valiant heroes. But
those groups were already at capacity and I got assigned to the …
other one. My new compatriots give me shivers. A drow! I had never seen
one, and here the epitome of evil, one of those scary story bogeymen is
riding in my group.

Ithril doesn’t seem to be of a much better sort and I see an evil streak
in him. Don’t you think, Goddess, that I don’t see what you are doing
here! I am not ready yet!

When we arrived at Oleg’s trading post we learned that he was living
there alone with his quite attractive wife. Alone. What a fool. I
promised to keep my hands off her. If she proves to be a worthy disciple
that is going to be a very intriguing challenge. He may be gruff, but
we’ll see what is the matter about him.

The bandits were a disappointment. Oleg is no hero, even I could see
that. That makes him easy pickings. The bandits were not match for us,
but we wanted to take them alive. Things didn’t work out at all like I
intended. We do have their leader in some sort of mind control by that
scary Ithril, but three of the bandits were allowed to return to their
camp. I fear that will come back to hurt us.

Now we will have to see what the bandit’s leader will have to say. Maybe
we can turn around these bandits to help us to achieve our goals in
return for some sort of pardon. Or they will meet their deserved ends
after all.

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Omnius, listen and remember.
Dearest Omnius, why do you flutter about nervously. This will be between us, dearest crystalline- Does your soul scream for mercy? It matters little. Remember this! We are succeeding. Though nothing exactly has gone to short term planning. The thousand strands of fate and possible paths expand out before me. The day started out like many others- The mayor whose thoughts were guarded carefully, but his weak minded adviser paved the way for my acquisition into this foray into the South. I don’t know what other parties might have been sent before us, but the group I happened to place myself into was a varied group. Subject one- Tyget, The androgynous individual. It reminds me of a Doppelganger, able to confuse by misdirection. I would love to explore the folds of its mind, dissect its anatomy. I will refrain from such actions though – It serves greater, higher purpose for being here. Once I can determine this, I will be able to better use it.

The next great mystery is the Drow. He is an enjoyable fellow, much like his kind. His folds and mind a delicacy in the rot of intellectualism and wisdom. I shall better enjoy this dangerous friend- He serves the greatest purpose and greatest source of potential power. Infinite is my patience to see this man grow into a valued asset, and I believe with the right amount of pressure, this darkling may prove yet a long term boon. His magic incantations seem pried towards the conjuration school of Arcana, and his snake-familiar screams and thrashes as you- Omnius. Darkness in that mind, or something else perhaps? I will choose to investigate this later.
Of the journey, which you should well remember, from the folds of my pack and the dark rumblings of the road we set out from the Human cesspit, granted mercy of the mayoral decree and given rights for this far off realm, inhabited by ‘horrors’ and bandits. Accepting such a task with the veneer of a saint, and disposition of a kitten, I had obtained those said documents, and had met with the group assignment at the gates of the city. Those guards, idiots and incompetent fools in charge of the defense of this … town- met with us and soon directed our journey down the road. It is here which I had the most pleasure of learning about my companions. The way they walk, heavy footing and with unique paths the both of them. It took us to the fortress by the name of Oleg’s trade post. His weak will and shallow heart annoyed me, but as the master of the keep he serves as an important first contact to this strange realm. Upon learning about bandits we moved into action-
This may have been the most fortuitous meeting with a brigand I’ve ever imagined to have- Though I will continue to speak more about this as this meeting unfolds.

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Kalidar November 30th Adventure Log

Today I finally caught up with the rest of the group sent by the swordlords to begin reclaiming the stolen lands. I met up with them at Oleg’s outpost where it seems they had arrived a bit before me. Apparently they had taken a prisoner and were in the process of torturing/interrogating him. I am afraid I have my work cut out for me with this group, they are a lawless band of miscreants who fail to see the glory of the Dawnflower. I am yet confident I can bring them into the fold, given time and amble opportunity.

It is a strange mix of individuals we have gathered for this task. We have a sword wielding human who fights more like a wild beast, perhaps an angry badger would best describe him. In addition we have a drow of all things who is accompanied by a strange snake creature. We also have a strange fellow who I’m not really sure what he does. Perhaps he is a wizard of some type, time will tell. Lastly we have a lady who wields the power of her god, though I am yet to discern which god/goddess that may be.

The wolverin with a sword in our group seems to be good at tracking and we relied on him to follow the path the bandits took. We had traveled a while when we came upon a small group of kobolds, apparently sick from eating some very large and very strange vegetables. The group beset upon them with hatred and killed them all, though I do not yet understand why they felt the need to do so. Poor creatures never stood a chance.

We finished our days travel with little incident and made camp in a small clearing. It was during my watch that I was attacked by a large grizzly bear who wounded me greatly. Calling upon the glory of the Dawnflower I was able to mend my wounds and stand toe to toe with the beast.

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Kalidar December 28th Adventure Log

We were able to finish off the grizzly bear after a painful battle only to be best upon by another one! This poor creature did not fare as well as the last and was slain rather quickly, only managing to damage the wolverine-with-a-sword moderately before dieing. We finished off our nights rest before heading out in the morning.

We traveled some bit without incident but as we were traveling through woods we heard, what appeared to be, some pigs in the area. We waited to see what would come of it and were attacked by a pair of boars and 4 bandits. One of the boars just wandered off right as we started the fight, though I suspect the strange wizard person may have had a hand in that, though I cannot confirm it. Our badger-with-a-sword managed to deal a massive amount of destruction to the rest, with others in the group adding small bits of damage themselves. As always, I stood in the vanguard and took the majority of the punishment, deflecting many blows and only being moderately injured once. The Dawnflower always protects me.

We offered these poor saps a chance to surrender, to see the light and repent their sins but they refused and thus we brought them to an end. We did manage to take one prisoner and are going to see if we can get some information from him on the bandit camp.

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The Journal of Lord N'a'shezbaernon Pt. 2
After capturing the prisoner at Oleg’s Trading Post something unexpected has occurred, we received reinforcements. I shall enjoy the new companionship after all the more pieces there are on the board the more engaging this game called life is.

One of them appears to be a paladin ,of planar blood no less, an aasimar. He is an interesting fellow, I think that his focus on redemption stems from a secret of the kind which I like the most. It will leave me in a good bargaining position should I discover it.

The other seems to harbor some manner of mental illness. I’ll need to research it more, perhaps I along with Ithril will approach him with a “cure”. It of course will conveniently make him our pawn. Speaking abut my “trusted” friend, he seemed absent today, I still need to figure out some precautions against his abilities.

I had a “wonderful” conversation with our resident follower of Sarenrae, I asked him about his goddess touching upon the subject of redemption specifically, I think I managed to instill the thought that I’m considering finding a faith to follow. That of course isn’t true, thanks to the Corpse the divine beings interest me in a wholly different way. Speaking of that my project is continuing on nicely, small but sure steps will bring me closer to the realization of my dreams, this party, this task they are but means to my end, my destined end.

We managed to capture another bandit, that’s perfect. I’m preparing Sithiss for our session as I’m writing this, I hope that I still remember what mother taught me. Speaking of my little friend he is indeed slipping free but his well groomed mind seems to see ME as his god. How ironic……..

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Pravus' log

Dear Bhetruc,
things are progressing. The bandit’s trail hasn’t been difficult to follow, he’s bleeding from the neck and leg so the trail is more than clear whenever he rests at a tree or brushes a shrub.
However, as you know, I’m one who prefer his sleep. During the night, two grizzly discovered us. Not having time to don my armour, the ‘Wound’ opened again (I trust that was your doing?) and I found myself charging headlong towards an animal larger and stronger than myself whilst wearing no protection. I was fortunate and the creature stood little chance against my blade. However, the second bear, presumably the firsts mate, suddenly came barrelling out of the trees and attempted to claw me open. Thank the heavens for Kalidar, he may be an irritating preacher at times, but his powers of healing are undeniably useful. He saved my life.
Between Kalidar’s weapon, my sword and Ithis’ powers (it almost seemed the animal’s brain liquefied with the amount of blood that poured from its nose and ears), the beast’s guts were spilled, the final blow being mine.

The following morning and I was still rather tired but the others were insistent that we resume the pursuit. As the day progressed into the afternoon, the sound of baying pigs came screeching through the trees, up the path. It grated at my ears, almost sounding to resemble the intense itch that rises behind my eyes when you insist on “another chat” and won’t shut up. Four men and two pigs came barrelling towards us down the path. At first, I thought the men might be hunting the swine, but it seemed they were closer to hunting companions. Why anyone would choose pigs over dogs for that is beyond my understanding. While I hold no love of bandits, I have to hand it to them, they can be fine shots. When Tyget cast that bubble of darkness around us, the archer’s eye was so fine that when he loosed his arrow, it flew true into Ithis’ stomach, incapacitating him. He was obviously close to death.
Sithiss and I charged the group and while that strange, enormous serpent failed to sink it’s teeth into flesh, I slew one of the pigs and only sustained minor wounds. The other pig clearly went against its training and fled into the trees, an intelligent move.
Sithiss’ master, Xarkses, supported us with his crossbow. I’m getting to like that elf more and more. As bolts flew, Tyget healed my wounds once more and engaged the bandits. While the man is a fine physician, he is a only a mediocre warrior. However, it was of little consequence as you know. I’ll give this to you, Bhetruc, you know when you’re needed. The ‘Wound’ bled forth and my sword cleaved through bandit limbs with delicious efficiency.

With the final bandit standing amidst the remnant of his compatriots, Xarkses shouted out to take the man alive. A tricky manoeuvre but one that wasn’t too difficult. I tempted the man to swing, sidestepped, around the blow and jabbed the pommel of my sword hard into his forehead. The crunch was incredibly satisfying and the bandit collapsed into a pool of his friend’s blood.
I still can’t believe that I was the only one who had a coil of rope to tie the man up. Sometimes, I feel like these men understand little of consequence. I doubt any of them even have a crowbar on them.

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The Journal of Lord N'a'shezbaernon Pt. 3

Ahh, it’s good to see that my silver tongue has not dulled a single bit. The bandit was quite open to conversation, he even wanted to join us fr the right price, but he was too weak and not influential enough for what I’m planning. I got some Information about the leader of the bandits a woman called Kressle it gave me enough information to formulate a possibly viable strategy to divide the bandits a bit, but about that later on. My companion Pravus was happy to dispose of the weakling after we got what we wanted from him, the aasimar however threw a fit and departed, it shouldn’t be a problem after all we can “find” evidence of him helping the bandits to offset anything he might have said to Oleg about us. Well all he could have said was that we killed a bandit after using him something Oleg would surely love to hear. The Sarenraeite’s exodus also uncovered another possible pawn in this game called life. Pravus is searching for a cure for an affliction of possibly planar and surely mental origins something I may use and who knows perhaps this " Bhetruc" would make him more resistant to mental infiltration and as long as I’m researching a cure for him he’ll surely be more than happy to help me advance my plans. Again I doubt that Ithril will betray me or that it will be profitable for me to betray our resident mind-bender but one must plan for all possibilities when playing a game of Savva (looking for Golarion version of this game and for the golarion undercommon translator until I find them I’m using some FR names, they will be changed to Golarion ones once i find them). We’ll be dealing with the bandits’ camp soon and as I said before I may have a plan for it.

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The Journal of Lord N'a'shezbaernon Pt. 4
Ahh the thing I love the most about my pet is his resourcefulness, as I sent him to stealthily infiltrate the bandits’ lair he stumbled, fumbled and made quite the ruckus. The bandit lookouts mistook him for a normal snake and wanted t sate their hunger with him. Of course it ended in a beautiful spectacle as Sithiss danced around their blows and sank his fangs into their throats. Such a shame that it ended so soon but afterwards as the incompetent watchmen summoned reinforcements we had to fight the whole camp, apart from an incident with Pravus, and the comical sight of Happs being whipped like a naughty slave by this Kressle woman it went without a hitch. We took Kressle alive and again my silver tongue paid off buying her loyalty, for now at least but if she even thinks about betraying us, well Sithiss had some creative ideas about how to punish her, my.. my.. his mind is even more twisted than my own perhaps a side effect of all those binding spells?.. We were assisted in clearing the bandits out by someone calling himself the envoy of the throne, the throne of Restov I daresay as the Surtova would have contacted me if they wanted to have something done around here.. at least I hope so after all we do have a history as business associates. I’ll have to investigate this envoy. Pravus’ problem is intriguing the demon Bhetruc seems to want to use him as a mobile gate onto this realm, I’ll have to acquire some books I do hope that Oleg will be capable of getting them for me. After all he should have some contacts running a trading post and whatnot. Anyways he tried to threaten me into freeing him for mere promises pah I told him that if he tells me his true name I’ll have no qualms about freeing him in exchange for his servitude until I die, I tried to appeal to him that mere centuries of servitude pale in comparison to millennia of slaughter and chaos on the material plane but he didn’t appreciate the offer, well I was lying anyway, I do not plan on dying neither in a few centuries nor ever. Well I will have to study Pravus’ blood as the beast let it slip that perhaps something in it had something to do with the possession…. Perhaps a common ancestor? … need to investigate it’s a possible lead to his name. On another note Ilthril finally got his swim. We found out that a Stag Lord rules these bandits pheh Stag Lord well he shall be replaced or bow before me… us. On another note why in the nine circles of hell did those bandits think that a large, FEATHERED serpent is a normal snake. The brightness of these simpletons is nearly as blinding as the light of the sun.
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