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11-06-2017, 11:15 PM
Greetings, Adventurers!

Here, we'll post the diaries of our players, and any thoughts about our Homebrew D&D Show!

11-06-2017, 11:52 PM
Diary of Ravener, Day 9,200:

We landed in a strang place where the sky is the ground and the ground is the ground too. I am not sure if "landed" is the correct word. We fell through a portal, and this is not a place I recognize. The half-elves are up to something, and I don't think they care what the Gnomes want - as usual. The dumb one tried to explain where we are, as if he actually knows something, and then ran away to explore all his vices vowing to destroy all his organs and glands... that left the rest of us to deal with the necromancer, find lodging, some food, and of course a nice bath. He's as useless as always.

After interrogating the bones and gaining no useful information about anything that anyone even cares about, everyone went out and I decided to take a very needed nap. As there wasn't time for a bath, I got to sleep while I floated in the bed of water!!! Then I went and found the half-elves because clearly they were going to need help as the Gnome and the Cleric are smart enough to take care of themselves.

The dumb one had an orgy with a horse, succubus, and some kind of floating brain with a beak creature that I think he actually is in love with. Somehow he lost a vital organ, which just shows you he meant what he said, and he is clearly broken. The other one told me about a "murder club" and while I am not at all interested in murdering someone, it is always quite interesting to follow him and see what happens.

I don't know where my brother Gnome is, or the pretty cleric lady who is really tall. I hope they are okay. Garbanzo doesn't seem to be worried so I think I should just wait and see. I need a new hat, this one is getting a bit beaten up. Also, underpants... I want some that are more colorful and perhaps silky. The pretty cleric lady has some like that, and they look very comfortable. I want to ask her where she got them, but we are trapped in this strange realm and I don't think it was here as she seemed as confused as the rest of us. Also, she is human and I have learned they don't like it if you watch them when they are getting undressed. No one ever notices a Gnome.

11-07-2017, 11:46 PM
Diary of Peren Graycastle


Years of wandering and roving across the plains of the mortal world have finally culminated in leaving those plains for a new plane. My trip and arrival were less than typical, but what else could be expected when dealing with the ever-changing chaos of life? It was not anything like I remember of Aljaís stories. Granted it was through a mixture of bizarre arcane magic and even less understandable science we managed to tear a rift through reality and landed not so peaceably in the City of Doors. I would have much preferred that plain wooden door in an unending inky blackness.

Iíve been here for not even an hour and already I have a list of infinite layers of things I wish to see, hear, feel, smell and experience. With barely enough time to fully explore that grey waste before being unceremoniously whisked away, I want to be sure I know every sensation I can before being pulled into some other overly complicated roguery.

I also very much want to meet the beings of the multiverse. I feel like they would have seen so much more than I could ever hope to see. Devils and Angels, Modrons to Slaadi and everyone in between. I want to meet them all.

I donít have a plan. Why would I? Iím going to explore these seven heavens and partake in any and all opportunities presented to me. When the week is through, Iíll have lived more than most live in their entire bleak eternity. Never a moment wasted.


P.s. Donít forget why you wander.

11-13-2017, 09:43 AM
Diary of: Tunnels
Diary Number: Tunnels
Date: Tunnels
Location: Tunnels

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11-13-2017, 11:23 AM
Journal Entry 1
Aleta, order of the Tome of Gilean

Gileans spirit is a continual guiding presence. I feel him continually, in each step that I take. Though this journey may have led me far from the path I had expected, that is the purpose of my service; to follow where he leads, though the way may be fraught with terrors and wonders aplenty.

My quest for knowledge of the Demon Lord Tomes has taken me a vast distance from the home of my studies. I traveled across time and multiple planes of existence, eventually ending up in a foreign land I had never discovered, through all my years of study. I suppose it should not come as a surprise that such elusive lands can be reached, and this does give me hope for finding my way to the Abyss, and through it to Krynn, the land that Gilean fell so in love with that he sacrificed everything to bring mortals the gift of Magic.

I followed word of the thieves of the Demon Lords tomb to a subterranean tunnel under some city I had never seen before. There were a set of strange cave drawings I thought might be referencing them, but for the LIFE of me I could not discern their meaning. Suddenly there was a horde of the strangest folk, babbling about treasure and shovels and assassins, asking a plethora of questions and ruining my reverie. LUCKILY, one of them spoke the language on the wall, and was kind enough to translate for me. FINALLY, I was a small step closer from halting the release of the demon lords.

I felt ingratiated to these folk for helping me in my quest, so agreed to accompany them on their current (mis)adventure. I'm afraid my insatiable curiosity got the better of me here, for these folk surely are more trouble than they are worth. But... There is no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest, is there? *sigh* Perhaps this is what they meant when my teachers chastised me for my failure to stop and think before immersing myself in the unknown.

My adventures with the So-Called "Heroes of Horrormont" or whatever they call themselves took the strangest turns recently. We ended up in a land shrouded in Mystery. Well... It was shrouded in the strangest fog that seemed almost sentient, at least. Surely that counts as mystery. Though I tried my best to keep these adventurers out of trouble, my curiosity again got the better of me, and I found myself in a mansion on a hill, with werebats and a GORGEOUS library that I was loathe to leave. Ghosts roamed its halls, there were trap doors and hidden portals that lead to corridors in the walls... It was everything an adventuring knowledge cleric could hope for!

I was horrified to learn of the previous masters penchant for turning loved ones into flesh golems. I shudder every time I think of it. To take the sanctity of life and pervert it in such ways. To take such sacred knowledge of magic, and pervert it so atrociously... Such a shame. Such a damnable shame to see such an amazing gift and squander it. Perhaps that is the true horror of this place? That it takes the most special and unique aspects of a person, and twists them into something unrecognizable.

After a few days in this horrible land, the Adventurers were able to poke the Necromancer they had been chasing, provoking him into an attack I shall remember even in my darkest dreams. Such horrors I have not witnessed in the flesh, and my readings only led me to the faintest whispers of such evil magics. I realize now that there is so much more to the universe than I originally comprehended. I have so much to learn, so far to go, before I can stand a hope of defending the world from the nefarious aims of the Demon Lords. It will take all of my mental strength and concentration to stand up against them. More study is required.

These journeys have wearied my mind... I cannot write more just now, for fear that I will transcribe the details in an unclear fashion. Sleep and reflection need to happen now, and I will return to these pages when my mind is once again calm and collected. Gilean, guide me in my journeys. Help me gain the knowledge I seek, to serve you faithfully, and to bring glory to your name.

11-13-2017, 11:54 AM
Diary of Alamar Vel Crow. Date:? Entry:?

Well, tomorrow Iím searching the city of Sigil, the city with EVERYTHING, for its finest purveyors of murder based entertainment. Iím not really an advocate of that kind of activity. Killing JUST for killing, especially when you have all sorts of advantages, seems tacky, annoying, and probably evil. Itís not for me. Though Ö my issues with the activity may not be strictly intellectual. This wonít be my first time in a murder club, but itíll by my first time as a patron, not a potential victim.

It happened in Neverwinter. Of course, it was, right? Thatís where the rich people live, and rich people will do ANYTHING as long as other rich people canít afford it. They need strata. Strata give their lives meaning. Isnít that weird? That joy becomes utilitarian at a certain point. Itís only fun if it serves a purpose. What an assy way to live. There are some excellent rich people; those are mostly people who are either oblivious or indifferent to the strata, OR their the ones who have stories about their wealth. ďOn, this giant pot of gold? I won it playing cards with a pit fiend.Ē Thatís a good adventurous type. Theyíre pretty fun. Rich people who ďown propertyĒ or ďwork in tradeĒ tend to be dull, miserable, and the patrons of murder clubs.

How did I end up there? I owed the wrong guy money, lied to a different wrong guy, and hid in the wrong place. So there I was, in a well-appointed room eating grapes and drinking something fancy. Every so often, someoneís name gets called, they leave. They donít come back. So, Iím waiting, figuring Iím probably going to die. I mean, I didnít have a real plan or anything. Eventually, I hear my name and I end up in a big circular room. Folks were looking down on me from above. Thatís when I noticed the chandeliers.

After some shattered glass, and the birth of a few fires I ducked out in the confusion, but I learned a valuable lesson. Rich people love this ****, and if Iím going to get the right people pouring money into the dinosaur races, thereís nowhere better to start than the local murder club, and if things go pear shaped Ö. well, I havenít even tested the gem since we got out of Borovia.

11-13-2017, 10:46 PM
I don't know if I'm allowed ot post in this thread, but...

..."Heroes of Horrormont"...

...made me laff. :D

11-14-2017, 12:22 PM
You're totally allowed.

11-22-2017, 05:45 PM
Captain's Log of Cpt. Morgern Bergemnstern

Brigandry may be plentiful throughout these lands but no brigand is a match for the mighty heroism of Captain Morgman Bergentin! For longer than I can recall, my beloved ship, The Nameless, has been missing and presumed stolen. But perhaps even worse, my captain's helmet was stolen as well! What is a captain without his trusty captain's helmet?! As soon as it occurred to me, I made haste to the Harmonium to gain their aid in my search. They immediately suggested to check the docks. My honorable and noble mind couldn't concern myself with considering the thoughts of thieves and where they might stash their booty.

We arrived at the docks and as I suspected The Nameless was there in all her glory. We bored the ship and found some covetous thief who was called Henry Thimble who claimed the ship was his! Of course my loyal and trusted crew took to my side at once. It is well known throughout the lands and sees that Captain Merglin Bergsorns has the greatest treasure of all, the undying loyalty of his crew. Once the false captain has been dealt with, the crew clamoured to pay for the fees costed to the Harmonium. As much as I assured them they needn't pay my costs, they insisted! What honorable crew!

Soon after, my first mate and lifelong friend, Firs T. Mate, was eager to get the cargo assure. I insisted the crew take two weeks time of sure leave and relieve The Nameless of her cargo. They begged and pleaded to stay with me and the ship, but I had to put my foot down on the matter before they agreed. It is the captain's doody to make sure his crew does what's right, even if they disagree. They finally went below dock and took all of the cargo to find buyers. As I watched the gang march the loot down their plank, I remembered one such piece found which I chose to keep, despite its worthlessness.

So now I have resigned myself to my quarters in the apt of the ship and will be resting peacefully tonight. At dawn, I will begin the hunt for my helmet.

- Captain Mirden Bergdingder

11-27-2017, 03:53 PM
From the Journal of Alamar Vel Crow

THERE WAS NO REASON FOR ANY OF THIS TO BE EVEN CLOSE TO THIS COMPLICATED. It should have been easy. I gamble Ravener's life to raise the stakes. Bags, Peren, and Ravener all help me cheat, so we're guaranteed to win. Then we get all the various and sundry **** that we need and get out of this place, or become kings here, or WHATEVER, but nothing is EVER simple with these people. You'd think GUARANTEED ANYTHING WE WANT BET WHATEVER would be a good motivator, but I turn my back for two damn seconds, and Peren joins a race, then Ravener, then BAGS USES A NAME I INVENTED to further complicate things.

Now, I'm not "mad" per se. I understand. Everyone has the right to do their own thing, and in the end we have a new plan that basically resolves everything, BUT, it's WAY more complicated and WAY higher risk (which admittedly excites me, but this Lady of Pain sounds really bad and if the weird sounds Peren makes whenever she's mentioned are anything to go by then we should steer clear). I still think we're going to be okay, though. Maybe Aleta will even show up to help, though I guess we'll be cheating and that's not exactly her thing. She can enjoy her books. That's fine.

What matters is that we win, but what also matters is this all would have been a lot easier if they'd just gone with my original grift. OH, AND BUNGLES IS HERE. I know I said I'd call her Gloria since she followed the rules of our deal, but DAMN IF SHE'S NOT THE WORST. If she weren't with Silverleaf and Millinsworth... I dunno I'd probably kill her or something. I'm no good at counterfactuals.

Anywho. Big race tomorrow! Hope we win! If we don't ... well, it's been nice entering things in you, diary.

11-28-2017, 10:52 AM
Diary of Peren Graycastle

Iím finally so very close to getting my very own Spelljammer! Once itís up and running weíll be able to Escape from The City. I got places to go and canít stick around here for much longer. Itís no secret that I have to keep moving on. Iíll just have to guess what lies ahead. But thereís really only one way to find out; Keep moving ahead.

The whole debacle with the the race is getting out of hand. Weíre leaving too much up to chance and wondering whatís going to happen. I keep wanting to tell everyone, ďThereís no time for guessing. Follow my plan instead. Take my lead and Iíll set you free. Follow me. Trust me and we will escape from this city.Ē

If nothing else, Iíll make it through. I know thereís danger lurking around every turn. I keep telling myself, ďTrust your feelings. Live and learn.Ē I know with some luck Iíll make it through. Honestly, I got no other options and only one thing to do.

I donít care what lies ahead. Iíll make it through.

- Peren

12-18-2017, 06:48 PM
So "all" the little spiders left Peren? How can you ever be really sure that they all left and there's not one left inside Peren because the little spider really likes adventuring with him?

12-19-2017, 11:26 AM
Diary of Peren Graycastle

At a certain point it feels like the universe has it out for me. I gained my Spelljammer Helm, but lost my Spelljammer. But then lost my Spelljammer Helm. Harrowmont says Iíll get it back as soon as heís done copying it. Iím skeptical thisíll actually happen.

Regardless, weíve escaped Sigil with our winnings from the race. We got a portal key, Spelljammer helm, this planar compass thing, a lichbook and I think thatís it. Captain Spiders also gave me this Manual of the Planes. On a hopefully unrelated matter, I keep getting this illusive itch that I have to hope is just a normal itch and not something.... left behind.

But the Manual is actually really great. Along with my newly acquired planar compass, I should be able to map out the planes to some extent. I have to spend all my free time doing just that. Once we get the Spelljammer up and running (again skeptical) and using the map as a guide, I should finally be able to continue my long ignored search. I still donít have any leads, but getting to traverse the planes is a step in the right direction.

Itís frustrating being so close and so yet so far.

- Peren