tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702553157747627162024-03-17T23:00:07.878-04:00Epic AdventuresThe campaigns here take place in a custom version of the Forgotten Realms, with homebrew rules. The intent is to mix a sense of gritty heroism in a narrative style game.
A custom pantheon is used, which is blended with the Forgotten Realms pantheon when appropriate.
The campaigns here are mostly run by KamandDM.
The first adventure is Lost Mine of Phandelver.
Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.comBlogger221125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-29556563677097742712024-03-04T16:09:00.001-05:002024-03-10T16:10:21.991-04:00Escape<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gryg8G0x1DwTAN4zfU7WlEQWSXjmbEHsMkbjmwIzCFuqeYUM8FImF5DJRcWWQZm6rfbGXBq-xfvdb1VTXps_0MVYg4gwEWsL44HmUxtMDDcdTIBS95BprP9ySj8M-Y3018g-9gujjWgFIscHdpYALjSCZq83qgXEZPYUz9aNKw_U6m9CJ584pW1lh0UO/s720/LambdaTieFighters.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gryg8G0x1DwTAN4zfU7WlEQWSXjmbEHsMkbjmwIzCFuqeYUM8FImF5DJRcWWQZm6rfbGXBq-xfvdb1VTXps_0MVYg4gwEWsL44HmUxtMDDcdTIBS95BprP9ySj8M-Y3018g-9gujjWgFIscHdpYALjSCZq83qgXEZPYUz9aNKw_U6m9CJ584pW1lh0UO/w640-h360/LambdaTieFighters.gif" width="100%"></a></div>
Reverb takes a seat in one of the Lamda shuttle’s cargo holds where he made a makeshift bed for Hest’s unconscious body.<br>
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“You would have been proud today, Hest. Trager got captured with the droid on the way from Jaden’s ship and we had to retrieve him.<br>
<br><span></span><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2024/03/escape.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-8270439515606925072024-02-26T10:29:00.014-05:002024-03-04T23:10:47.895-05:00Fishes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17Oz4asdffhtl35EDdDp0z1UFZxjFhJxvrvbLDc9j0tSySwp2zitrf3kIpoNtWplSBr5WjNZ7jO1Y76i9jNa68eTKYHTDEzHSI1-EEGS0A5aythwjqbXft-fUZreAENMa1cGpj706wJR8SPJJb-Jiui_MM3PmsCXHnG5U5skEEOSJPLU-AC6P9S9GdjJz/s960/CloneScoutArmorNightSky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17Oz4asdffhtl35EDdDp0z1UFZxjFhJxvrvbLDc9j0tSySwp2zitrf3kIpoNtWplSBr5WjNZ7jO1Y76i9jNa68eTKYHTDEzHSI1-EEGS0A5aythwjqbXft-fUZreAENMa1cGpj706wJR8SPJJb-Jiui_MM3PmsCXHnG5U5skEEOSJPLU-AC6P9S9GdjJz/w640-h480/CloneScoutArmorNightSky.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
Things were looking pretty grim for Hest and especially Argunta after their 'negotiations' backfired and the crime boss they were hoping to get in with revealed that they were being traded to the empire. That is until Puppy used his newly acquired jetpack to propel himself with Reverb to the roof of the island villa...well actually 14 meters over the roof, but nothing a little tumble action could resolve.<br>
<br><span></span><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2024/02/fishes.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-46897799268420314462024-01-29T18:13:00.010-05:002024-02-01T18:23:20.781-05:00Obstacles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFu0yNPphSQIKBGgdrtCev68J56_jrb0Y7yQrX1sm5Rfjpb0EKYXHB7yIxuYIiDeb8fUJxUodiHXcHHq7XcSaxE1p5aWBobOVQwNTtorDFKH3OkiZcr8Cay9PYWXFjMMmDt6vJO-xkLEIJmrs0ncNjnw_2At3tTgvPEWTfqLauUdzN5UW7peMg7dO2m3w/s1000/425299739_2378080402375906_8222907275139903970_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="543" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFu0yNPphSQIKBGgdrtCev68J56_jrb0Y7yQrX1sm5Rfjpb0EKYXHB7yIxuYIiDeb8fUJxUodiHXcHHq7XcSaxE1p5aWBobOVQwNTtorDFKH3OkiZcr8Cay9PYWXFjMMmDt6vJO-xkLEIJmrs0ncNjnw_2At3tTgvPEWTfqLauUdzN5UW7peMg7dO2m3w/w640-h348/425299739_2378080402375906_8222907275139903970_n.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
Sitting down in front of the ship's holonet screen, Reverb scrubs the stains and machine smell out of his armor. "I'm glad I can finally take this helmet off in front of you all," he smiles. It's a common smile.<br>
<br><span></span><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2024/01/obstacles.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-49558514206766457002024-01-22T09:55:00.019-05:002024-02-01T18:17:06.641-05:00Visions of Betrayal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGor11nNmxo7D4fSgSmGVjEJvcsGZMM8dSYdi2tAzeQaH4Ok-igcsqnYVafsfJTFaWtJ58TRpu8s34i4FCiMxLLSXXrlOJ4PGkC9HkBfnd7_P6XHuTw9q_FdSWvMiQDZFzsIDbscYuNMI6PDSRSC0vH6lk0AduYwQ0w7XTyag290DtEEBxLiKsBCZFTNx6/s960/Hest%20Meditating.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGor11nNmxo7D4fSgSmGVjEJvcsGZMM8dSYdi2tAzeQaH4Ok-igcsqnYVafsfJTFaWtJ58TRpu8s34i4FCiMxLLSXXrlOJ4PGkC9HkBfnd7_P6XHuTw9q_FdSWvMiQDZFzsIDbscYuNMI6PDSRSC0vH6lk0AduYwQ0w7XTyag290DtEEBxLiKsBCZFTNx6/w640-h360/Hest%20Meditating.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<i>We need to talk! Who’s Zanzu? How could you?</i> The questions swirled around his mind as Reverb paced quickly through the new ship they had acquired from Jaden, knowing he had to confront Hest, but still not knowing what he would say. The tension in his neck and shoulders gripped him. It was worse than when he was face to face with that dark force wielder, or when Tarnok was ambushed by the Sith, or when their squad was almost eaten by that giant killer worm.<br>
<br><span></span><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2024/01/visions-of-betrayal.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-32605549850068882472024-01-15T19:40:00.024-05:002024-01-20T19:51:51.020-05:00Puppy Dog Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lTEH23RA7JLefO1efGmE-n1at-itrry4366QZeoHEr7WGZUzFdpwF46qiYBvw9tPFzRnC-y2_X50yPGgI5O8nvmrl8XAPNVkSkb6ywA5hQOmbLw-vgCImfcEZ2O2X1gG9QEVABKoAuhnRTMfSJINuFqk1Z40pYA7fW8ueqXLr_L2p9VFBGtaTzwO0qLM/s500/tumblr_145f662dee574df92c84f58d0cb809a1_109b88b8_500.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="233" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lTEH23RA7JLefO1efGmE-n1at-itrry4366QZeoHEr7WGZUzFdpwF46qiYBvw9tPFzRnC-y2_X50yPGgI5O8nvmrl8XAPNVkSkb6ywA5hQOmbLw-vgCImfcEZ2O2X1gG9QEVABKoAuhnRTMfSJINuFqk1Z40pYA7fW8ueqXLr_L2p9VFBGtaTzwO0qLM/w640-h298/tumblr_145f662dee574df92c84f58d0cb809a1_109b88b8_500.webp" width="100%"></a></div>
That was a close call, but we did it. We exfiltrated our target. It wasn’t the most precarious situation I’ve been in, but General Tarnok is usually there to guide us. Fortunately, Hest was there. Not only did he shield us from that red-robed force user, but the target trusts him. They always do. Something about those watery eyes…<br>
<br><span></span><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2024/01/puppy-dog-eyes.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-45649998636945122562024-01-08T09:10:00.013-05:002024-01-10T09:19:05.853-05:00Alone in the Dark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEich5aMXyw77ssNUwfLwNQUoH_ECtQUkUrRXbT5aOpE2egTjEor5lKH2J737adibOaUvSpzYidT7SRSdJRWtyvW4ORvkzlRoM3CBGvWFRcJoB3r7tv-HHaz9QXWbdumgs4RiBF2UJ7QcsX6xPFDhpcXrQsKPY_jGcez24mMjWcmKFVN8tbCfMJcRGG-kdbl/s540/tumblr_6d74010cddd55fd6a02b83dbff16a6be_cba4aa6b_540-output-onlinegiftools.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="304" data-original-width="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEich5aMXyw77ssNUwfLwNQUoH_ECtQUkUrRXbT5aOpE2egTjEor5lKH2J737adibOaUvSpzYidT7SRSdJRWtyvW4ORvkzlRoM3CBGvWFRcJoB3r7tv-HHaz9QXWbdumgs4RiBF2UJ7QcsX6xPFDhpcXrQsKPY_jGcez24mMjWcmKFVN8tbCfMJcRGG-kdbl/w640-h360/tumblr_6d74010cddd55fd6a02b83dbff16a6be_cba4aa6b_540-output-onlinegiftools.gif" width="100%"></a></div>
<div>It was a dark and bumpy ride and when I say dark, I mean it was pitch black. The crate was vacuum-sealed and air-tight. I was prepared for the journey and eager to reunite with Hest. The truck hadn’t stopped moving since we departed and I was grateful that the driver made arrangements to relieve himself without stopping. As it was, I was already on my last canister of oxygen and we were still rolling steady.</div>
<br><span></span><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2024/01/alone-in-dark.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-88263843994384332852023-05-19T13:57:00.000-04:002023-05-19T18:34:30.164-04:00The Chronicles of Aribantes<div>
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Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-81082230995942254702023-05-15T20:50:00.001-04:002023-05-19T22:18:05.938-04:00Dogs of War<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw9pHra6LlsAo9-fVqifYKHP9qBUf8KKJuh65L-vuRl5UhAQSt2AtFHDyw3CsXWM73Qr2aznP9gWKjIUqv3R05mJQYe-zC9dP9jNwJzrrDSnYsP3K2btqv-eEhF8EDbZJITNTCGgd6fcblubh2A7YxxIOuMuJkCzCRNKOsbURFK_8IGVq8Tjx1DoUEA/s1920/1251.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw9pHra6LlsAo9-fVqifYKHP9qBUf8KKJuh65L-vuRl5UhAQSt2AtFHDyw3CsXWM73Qr2aznP9gWKjIUqv3R05mJQYe-zC9dP9jNwJzrrDSnYsP3K2btqv-eEhF8EDbZJITNTCGgd6fcblubh2A7YxxIOuMuJkCzCRNKOsbURFK_8IGVq8Tjx1DoUEA/w640-h360/1251.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">Megasphagion 1, 3,377<br><br>
3,378 Thriambion 20<br>
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We were planning our trip to Lord Periandros’ new marble quarry near a small village on the southern peninsula called Marmakomè. Since the mayor had contracted my lord in order to build a new temple, it was clearly very important, but work was apparently being impeded by some two-headed dog, and my lord asked me to take care of it.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/05/dogs-of-war.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-21779541693580710992023-04-17T21:22:00.490-04:002023-05-19T18:33:40.522-04:00A Salty Demise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4snaGiXL2Zxr8NMXnnvpJ7RXmlso1b-1L0JhJ_0o-rYOQL5h9dsddmNDvrMczZqCv7yFXs4eIY3yi7cM-VtDqsx7z7qzRFaHW-N1dAAQE6-gvhieMtBJbKbHMg9WsRQ8URbKJWIgUuFRsfkw9qURLEMaSsAcF4YII8s9LxJJchbq2pjNJ4NYc2xGnw/s960/Salt%20Temple.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4snaGiXL2Zxr8NMXnnvpJ7RXmlso1b-1L0JhJ_0o-rYOQL5h9dsddmNDvrMczZqCv7yFXs4eIY3yi7cM-VtDqsx7z7qzRFaHW-N1dAAQE6-gvhieMtBJbKbHMg9WsRQ8URbKJWIgUuFRsfkw9qURLEMaSsAcF4YII8s9LxJJchbq2pjNJ4NYc2xGnw/w640-h480/Salt%20Temple.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,378 Polidrysion 10<br>
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We headed southeast along the coast to investigate a dream Tydeus had about a sacred helmet.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/04/tydeus-dream-leads-to-salty-demise.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-7093748437564519762023-03-27T20:41:00.283-04:002023-04-19T01:31:04.260-04:00Triton Treatise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijiLTDrFRAC1CgiXoXZYWMeiiqTlT1J5AOTx_KngU2Fx8bt_kjZHeSczln8L5_MuF7yhbzUcJF_DP8zy8I72gvGcVTyJy2fTu82MRKiLLKoXZZSzF0pGYrKif_xAUFhuiUUh54fsaif5mAx_nShPI7kbmWRfM78ZSt8jlll3Wnkr_eRobcBw9_VPykfA/s1249/guido-groen-cityfire1080-c.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="1249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijiLTDrFRAC1CgiXoXZYWMeiiqTlT1J5AOTx_KngU2Fx8bt_kjZHeSczln8L5_MuF7yhbzUcJF_DP8zy8I72gvGcVTyJy2fTu82MRKiLLKoXZZSzF0pGYrKif_xAUFhuiUUh54fsaif5mAx_nShPI7kbmWRfM78ZSt8jlll3Wnkr_eRobcBw9_VPykfA/s320/guido-groen-cityfire1080-c.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,378 Protokynion 6<br>
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It was a bright and sunny day when we set out from Neolantika to visit the Tritons to ask them about the seaside grotto we had found.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/03/triton-treatise.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-53540906126635499922023-03-20T19:43:00.245-04:002023-04-09T17:53:42.327-04:00The Dark Tower <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Y9cwPIUIJJyeUbrSsFXeZLJGE9LdJQccCyCQMTO-JsIhB9LlDFCquXGj9vD0vD6N-ouCA9lQtKnwi8VQ2r3qiLDyPEtkV-NGp4Gj_2FjuXYi0shgVoQQjymI8mv014s07t6rHN1DgCzL2_SPZPhqFTBQ1jUEIWi1qZ6IT6PG6512XM5hXhroK1-qVA/s959/art-the-old-watchtower-a-classic-adventure-location-v0.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="959" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Y9cwPIUIJJyeUbrSsFXeZLJGE9LdJQccCyCQMTO-JsIhB9LlDFCquXGj9vD0vD6N-ouCA9lQtKnwi8VQ2r3qiLDyPEtkV-NGp4Gj_2FjuXYi0shgVoQQjymI8mv014s07t6rHN1DgCzL2_SPZPhqFTBQ1jUEIWi1qZ6IT6PG6512XM5hXhroK1-qVA/w640-h404/art-the-old-watchtower-a-classic-adventure-location-v0.jpg" width="100%"></a></div><!--<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAh7DNC_GjDYAYdDT3zgh_V1p9IutHw0XFU2WR_1pIk-g3j3Uy83uHUvXYw-6F54KxITev4DZBBi94zDGRwji7j2izbFoQA81u_-nTZPF_TJpbEebkQ8x1B9s8eAP_znuJ3J68aHp2kkViIPODVqJSPRw4csMHH7QE38_7cWIDOTID8dHXooTf0_lEng/s1920/art-the-old-watchtower-a-classic-adventure-location-v0-8HzH6HIyYIcZlrmojYc8YXWhrM0QlZEcJ1feKl59q1Y.webp" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAh7DNC_GjDYAYdDT3zgh_V1p9IutHw0XFU2WR_1pIk-g3j3Uy83uHUvXYw-6F54KxITev4DZBBi94zDGRwji7j2izbFoQA81u_-nTZPF_TJpbEebkQ8x1B9s8eAP_znuJ3J68aHp2kkViIPODVqJSPRw4csMHH7QE38_7cWIDOTID8dHXooTf0_lEng/w640-h360/art-the-old-watchtower-a-classic-adventure-location-v0-8HzH6HIyYIcZlrmojYc8YXWhrM0QlZEcJ1feKl59q1Y.webp" width="100%" /></a></div>-->
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,378 Protokynion 6<br>
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We headed north to explore the ruins of Nox’s Ancestral Tower. There was a heaviness in the air, as if a storm was about to break out, though there was only a sporadic light rain. After travelling less than two hours, we happened upon a stone outcropping jutting out over the sea.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/03/the-dark-tower.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-19568673953756790312023-03-13T19:33:00.412-04:002023-04-09T17:53:26.007-04:00Expedition to the Centaur Trading Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCXj6Q8XFne35o0fJGzWu7U7iFgktJ5Ong4ktAMg4oBQAxYDQPMGyKlf2Yuy82HFsf8j4r0ErghuE4wlN3DyG2p12YmWjsBeYxNJZXEaOVQD4JjWPHgK85I28jfdKvxmZXxkekSZYIHR4THzZ2Ub1BxYVFxVmHejktKzTKyBWFhIdqr-6Jrf_Gg43MA/s2843/centaurmarket.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2843" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCXj6Q8XFne35o0fJGzWu7U7iFgktJ5Ong4ktAMg4oBQAxYDQPMGyKlf2Yuy82HFsf8j4r0ErghuE4wlN3DyG2p12YmWjsBeYxNJZXEaOVQD4JjWPHgK85I28jfdKvxmZXxkekSZYIHR4THzZ2Ub1BxYVFxVmHejktKzTKyBWFhIdqr-6Jrf_Gg43MA/w640-h360/centaurmarket.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,378 Lyokymion 6<br>
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It was a balmy day when we set out from Neolantika for the Centaur Trading Post. As the day progressed, the slight rain gave way to a rainbow. The blessings of Heliod were with us.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/03/expedition-to-centaur-trading-post.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-40100983066693087672023-03-06T10:46:00.012-05:002023-05-19T22:14:56.499-04:00Capture Cordelia's Monstrous Mom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjalKLRaH_lxCmH1wuusC_NpEqwTgEeHDxOQf9SDHzhvBO1rL1fYkHELSfiQD__fzg_nnQKHWVDCOJpZ35N2MQRQVrZ9N7Nbgu_MMxMLSqFrLSTGEuZ1F5FHxtvqm3VzrqQOYWTDG-bgotdJgzLwbeSkHeAwSg9yWHammTy3MBPxhscqdmKfxaXOC79aA/s1854/1348001842-352719-michael-komarck----21-www.nevsepic.com.ua.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1854" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjalKLRaH_lxCmH1wuusC_NpEqwTgEeHDxOQf9SDHzhvBO1rL1fYkHELSfiQD__fzg_nnQKHWVDCOJpZ35N2MQRQVrZ9N7Nbgu_MMxMLSqFrLSTGEuZ1F5FHxtvqm3VzrqQOYWTDG-bgotdJgzLwbeSkHeAwSg9yWHammTy3MBPxhscqdmKfxaXOC79aA/w640-h372/1348001842-352719-michael-komarck----21-www.nevsepic.com.ua.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,377 Therimakarion 5<br>
Dear mom,<br>
<br>
Junia, the twin sister of Elmina, who died after the Festival of the Harvest Moon, consented to us attending her sister's funeral.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/02/capture-cordelias-monstrous-mom.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-54720487855151948792023-02-28T20:56:00.033-05:002023-12-04T14:55:20.358-05:00Tymlor B'kir<!--<div style="display: flex; flex-direction: row; position: relative;">-->
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Tymlor's earliest memories are of a house on a mountainside. A fey spirit lived under a tree behind the house and inspired Tymlor when he was depressed. It was a very lonely childhood.<br>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,377 Necrologion 17<br>
Dear mom,<br>
<br>
After we rescued the captives that had disappeared from Neolantika, a finely attired messenger arrived at the Sward & Board, and approached us as we were enjoying an evening at the tavern.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/02/harvest-moon-mayhem.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-62705065599068444922023-02-13T09:08:00.164-05:002023-02-21T17:59:06.717-05:00Discovery of the Missing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLee-k43rzbfVqaKL7y6Gd5IF-HHtLIzOmpMaMM0Vf6psPX5rvIKe-SrIp5nekmLBxrwwxoYqf3GLGmcLEagoyNlchhAW-raLQSZZ3nbaswnN1dt7aVG1DTn2xHp4ff3VaKWBUXJbkBSEgZT0qFTvnuBCB42EDSxT-iIM6p5ZluCwCwTJhFH-9NDQ4Q/s960/Ruins%20Nightmare%20Guardian.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLee-k43rzbfVqaKL7y6Gd5IF-HHtLIzOmpMaMM0Vf6psPX5rvIKe-SrIp5nekmLBxrwwxoYqf3GLGmcLEagoyNlchhAW-raLQSZZ3nbaswnN1dt7aVG1DTn2xHp4ff3VaKWBUXJbkBSEgZT0qFTvnuBCB42EDSxT-iIM6p5ZluCwCwTJhFH-9NDQ4Q/w640-h480/Ruins%20Nightmare%20Guardian.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,377 Chalcanapsion 7<br>
Dear mom,<br>
<br>
We set out again to find the abomination lair mentioned in our scroll, but we didn't make it far before our plans changed.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/02/discovery-of-missing.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-65254106692468396682023-02-06T22:08:00.118-05:002023-02-19T13:04:05.064-05:00Abomination Hunt Soured by Syndicate of Krimnos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76g57PJ0yjOBTtSFulwJYec7y452CQKd_TZJyJiOVgbpWowEbdpI6Zyltg1RX380wKGqXOWq3hVRroimFdo61hCiRjMrBVMLSNDJiVeInlX0FGc3eBJFh6ogOYR_I88V9KfIBQW0pAHUTFBY4opfevH-QCjfCNpx8jIBaWoN4hubyn_8mPq5Qjo_zZQ/s960/Syndicate%20of%20Krimnos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img alt="Syndicate of Krimnos" border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76g57PJ0yjOBTtSFulwJYec7y452CQKd_TZJyJiOVgbpWowEbdpI6Zyltg1RX380wKGqXOWq3hVRroimFdo61hCiRjMrBVMLSNDJiVeInlX0FGc3eBJFh6ogOYR_I88V9KfIBQW0pAHUTFBY4opfevH-QCjfCNpx8jIBaWoN4hubyn_8mPq5Qjo_zZQ/w640-h480/Syndicate%20of%20Krimnos.jpg" title="Syndicate of Krimnos" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,377 Megasphagion 10<br>
Dear mom,<br>
<br>
We set out to find the lair of the abomination mentioned in the scroll we found in the hell spawn harpy lair.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/02/find-abomination.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-76402348501173368482023-01-30T12:42:00.225-05:002023-02-19T13:04:00.777-05:00Aribantes Hunts the Hellspawn Harpy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsnvfnY4BQ1XeucP46-e41TyR7l-vaJbpMHJpOi0qPNi6eT7AiG06MUMC7vbJJOC4HuO6zeAh5tjgTfV_xcxC4scAzxfRZBqRoTPtlkKxD2N-BjzAlDa8w0vuMqkHggFnItSwmGVX-TaSgEGpe5DEZKJReWq5AoJrxPWYG_s7M_XgyE5qn1QqTctvnA/s864/327554285_8838350686236123_882197146257933407_n.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="864" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsnvfnY4BQ1XeucP46-e41TyR7l-vaJbpMHJpOi0qPNi6eT7AiG06MUMC7vbJJOC4HuO6zeAh5tjgTfV_xcxC4scAzxfRZBqRoTPtlkKxD2N-BjzAlDa8w0vuMqkHggFnItSwmGVX-TaSgEGpe5DEZKJReWq5AoJrxPWYG_s7M_XgyE5qn1QqTctvnA/w640-h474/327554285_8838350686236123_882197146257933407_n.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,377 Thriambion 3<br>
Dear mom,<br>
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Another follower of Heliod, a cleric named Pericles, joined us on our hunt for the hellspawn harpy.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/01/aribantes-hunts-hellspawn-harpy.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-83471356253437745482023-01-23T08:11:00.016-05:002023-02-19T13:03:56.305-05:00Aribantes' Hunt Continues<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfHs5HFA2MDQS5V2G4db32m2unnxtUJU2FgFrXIo4YucouRKMIrodRZz6GYTS6k1tRt3ucke7722fDVy63Zoxfn8fXjmRkrdugDsLD6mITbsXj-1TpN0M4AiQv8Ud-m-kBlYC6nAiTTUJjLKoLKZZfqfLYnSnt7PXrECaNkXmgTVCJBZsuLHhzB8b4A/s835/Cavern_Lampad.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="835" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfHs5HFA2MDQS5V2G4db32m2unnxtUJU2FgFrXIo4YucouRKMIrodRZz6GYTS6k1tRt3ucke7722fDVy63Zoxfn8fXjmRkrdugDsLD6mITbsXj-1TpN0M4AiQv8Ud-m-kBlYC6nAiTTUJjLKoLKZZfqfLYnSnt7PXrECaNkXmgTVCJBZsuLHhzB8b4A/w640-h460/Cavern_Lampad.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">3,377 Polidrysion 3<br>
Dear mom,<br>
<br>
Eudoxos asked to accompany us the next time we ventured into the Eldenwood so he could see the ebony woman in hopes of learning more of the Lord of Death’s intentions.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/01/aribantes-hunt-continues.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-84816226642084165042023-01-20T10:31:00.018-05:002023-01-26T12:49:53.273-05:00Compass Rose Captain's Journal<!--
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<div style="margin: 2em;"><span style="font-family: Gloria Hallelujah;"><b>19 Tarsakh</b><br />
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Our journey is ended, though I fear my own is to continue in the most horrible way imaginable. <i>Compass Rose</i> wrecked on a shoal south of Neverwinter. Many sailors perished with the initial impact, and Aleitha was gravely injured. As I tended her wounds, she clutched her talisman and breathed soft prayers. I asked her what the talisman signified. She told me love. Her husband waits for her at Dragon's Rest, having pledged his service to the dragon there. The talisman is made from locks of their hair, woven together as a promise to be reunited no matter what fate might befall them. It might have been a beautiful story, had it not been for Aleitha's gruesome end—and the words of the prayer I heard as she breathed her last. For she was begging Orcus, the Prince of Undeath, to reunite her with her husband.<br />
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I held her hands as the breath left her, and I felt a horrible chill pass through her. Next I knew, she was sinking her teeth into my neck. At the same moment, I heard moans begin to rise from the dead sailors all around us. What curse has she brought on us all?<br />
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Already I feel a creeping chill overtaking my body. I am securing her talisman with this book in my chest, in the hope that someone who comes after us may end this nightmare by bringing Aleitha's talisman to her husband.</span></div><br />
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3,377 Astrapion 2<br>
Dear mom,<br>
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My companions and I followed Eudoxos’ directions to a merchant's manor, which was reported to be haunted. The merchant was Lord Periandros.<br>
<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/01/aribantes-investigates-haunted-manor.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-11032374281454489802023-01-09T20:44:00.048-05:002023-02-19T13:03:49.687-05:00Aribantes' Eldenwood Hunt, Harpy Nest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjih4KgwEkRjFeutMZGQfbU_vPXZGtx4wM__tsrDVPe2Q7DvjuxBK0gkVSOw50iIDPf3DCRNoqeGkN59yMFnPMW_mEUJ6DqxdOLYDGgYrlvbK3N1Gw3JwZOmJ_hnwHdLWMFPGUZxonfTlCkJ2jmsp4D1nZ_eMgLwekefbaPbrO15wFE2L9krjuVqNPcGQ/s620/Heliod%20temple%20in%20Neolantika.jpg" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: -1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="620" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjih4KgwEkRjFeutMZGQfbU_vPXZGtx4wM__tsrDVPe2Q7DvjuxBK0gkVSOw50iIDPf3DCRNoqeGkN59yMFnPMW_mEUJ6DqxdOLYDGgYrlvbK3N1Gw3JwZOmJ_hnwHdLWMFPGUZxonfTlCkJ2jmsp4D1nZ_eMgLwekefbaPbrO15wFE2L9krjuVqNPcGQ/w640-h464/Heliod%20temple%20in%20Neolantika.jpg" width="100%"></a></div>
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3,377 Protokynion 4<br>
Dear mom,<br>
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I went off to hunt the hellhound that Eudoxos told me about - he’s the rotund and jovial priest at the local temple of Heliod, who I told you about.<br>
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<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2023/01/aribantes-hellhound-hunt-harpy-nest.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-63823039618179294962023-01-08T07:57:00.020-05:002023-04-23T08:05:52.091-04:00Armagecia Octavia Calamites<!--<div style="display: flex; flex-direction: row; position: relative;">-->
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<a href="https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/90928389" name="Armagecia" target="_blank"><i><b>Human Paladin of Devotion to the Morning Lord</b></i></a><br>
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Armagecia was born in the Southern Ward of Waterdeep to Sergio and Blanca. Her father was born in Waterdeep to a Amnian family and eventually joined the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors where he trained to become a wizard. Her mother was born in Amn, where she lived until she met Sergio and moved north and became a house cleaner and servant to noble families. She has a younger brother named Gabriel, who eventually became a bard. Armagecia lived with her family in the Southern Ward of Waterdeep until she was five, when the family moved to a house in the North Ward.<br>
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3,377 Lyokymion 2<br>
Dear mom,<br>
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After the dream I told you about, I took a temporary leave from service in the The Reverent Army and returned to Neolantika in hopes of fulfilling my destiny.<br>
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<span></span></blockquote><a href="https://rpg.kamander.com/2022/12/aribantes-writes-home-after-first.html#more"></a>Eric Kamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442357450377313103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470255315774762716.post-73440942890247082592022-12-09T13:26:00.025-05:002023-05-19T18:35:57.173-04:00Aribantes, Champion of Heliod<!--<div style="display: flex; flex-direction: row; position: relative;">-->
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<a href="https://www.dungeonmastersvault.com/pages/dnd/5e/characters/17592302472923?frame=true" name="Aribantes" target="_blank"><i><b>Human male paladin</b></i></a><br>
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Being a soldier for The Reverent Army always seemed an honorable way to make a living while doing some good for society. As a child I always thought I was destined for more, but as the years past, those dreams seemed more and more those of a child's fantasy.<br>
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Then one night, I had a dream. I was lost from my battalion, and searching for them, I followed the bright light beyond a hill. Cresting the hill, the sun's radiance blinded my eyes and burned my soul, cleansing me of all my doubts and fears, leaving me with a clarity of purpose. In that moment, all was revealed.<br>
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