In the Sword Coast—a vast realm of free settlements surrounded by lawless, untamed wilderness—the druid Reidoth called the two companions to his abode in Neverwinter Wood.
Showing posts with label Dragon of Icespire Peak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dragon of Icespire Peak. Show all posts
Icehammer Dwarves: Session 14
Before we could stop him, Boaromyr charged Brakkis, knocking the old man down and leaving him gasping in pain.
Icehammer Dwarves: Session 12
A thirty-foot-high hill rose ahead of us, its top too flat to be a natural occurrence. Jutting from the grassy hilltop was a row of ten-foot-tall, bone-white rocks that arced toward the stormy sky like outstretched talons.
Icehammer Dwarves: Session 6
Elongated tongues dropped from the mouths of the rasping dwarven zombies as they dropped their bones and turned their attention toward us. We charged at them.
Icehammer Dwarves: Session 5
Once we arrived at the mine, we searched the bodies of our dead enemies. Then, the three of us took a short rest in a room to the northwest, which was filled with food and drink.
Icehammer Dwarves: Session 4
Icehammer Dwarves: Session 3
As Berreck regained consciousness, Don-Jon hollered from across the field as he approached, finishing off an orc that was getting up. Once Berreck was back on his feet, he retrieved his two javelins, and we began searching the bodies of the orcs, finding a handful of copper pieces and a few silver.
Icehammer Dwarves: Session 2
As we talked to Adabra, Berreck pointed out how the tail of the dead manticore appeared to be frostbitten.
Icehammer Dwarves: Session 1
When we set out from Torunedar, dawn was just breaking. We had left in a hurry, with me only finding out about Berreck’s vision the day before. It was certainly a disturbing fantasy, to think that there were enemies as powerful as dragons and hordes of orcs just roaming around.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)














