The Isle of Forgotten Dreams

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The Adventure Begins

The adventure begins 2015-6-14 from 1 to 6. Will everyone be able to make that? I can’t wait to get started.

A few house rules as always do apply…

No 3rd party source material…that should be a given, but I feel it should be said.

all classes are open

Firearms can and do exist but they are rare and expensive.

All characters start at LVL 3 using a 25 point buy system.

if you want to roll, i’d be more than happy to entertain the thought..but you’re stuck with your rolls…good or bad.

Starting gold/gear will be appropriate for 3rd lvl.

all characters will be posted here so that I might get familiar with your class.

I look forward to killing you all….I mean…gaming with you all and I’m looking forward to a great time!

A mysterious Message

Each of you have been contacted by a lone, mysterious messenger. This messenger was wearing a simple brown cloak that dragged on the ground a bit. His horse was a stallion of an obviously expensive and rare bloodline. His clothing was well kept and made of fine fabrics.

Some of you where harder to find than others, but he still tracked all of you down..He identified himself as Sorna Nish, Official Messenger of The Tide Lord of Carpinia, The exalted Semon Haverion. Sorna is a young man and seems to be in excellent physical shape. With a smooth and confident presents he presented each of you with a sealed scroll. Each one bares the seal of the Tide Lord.

Almost as quickly as he made his appearance to each of you, he leaves with only a simple but courteous fare well. And with a warning ..“Don’t be late.”

Confused and curious you each break the blue wax seal and unroll the scroll. It is an invitation from the Tide Lord himself. Many of you might not be to familiar with the Tide Lord himself, but his legend has reached each of you at least in some small measure.

The invitation reads…

Greeting my friend,

I am Semon Haverion, Tide Lord of Carpinia. I have an offer for you, that you might find most interesting…and more importantly profitable. You are receiving this invitation because you have demonstrated a measure of skill above that of more common folk and I seek brave souls such as yourself for a new endeavor.

I regret that I can’t tell you all the details yet, but I promise that if you agree to meet, you will be compensated for your time.

You are to head to the port city of Calenpore, there you will find a sea side tavern called “The Seas bounty”. Talk to the bar keep and display to him the Talisman of the Storm Lord. He will instruct you from there.

Where can you get a Talisman you might ask? Heh…well consider this your interview…

Within the city of Calenpore is a hidden temple dedicated to the Storm Lord, a fickle and cruel diety to be sure! Procure a Talisman from the the temple by any means you deem necessary. A warning though, these talismans are well guarded by the clergy and only higher ranking members have one in there possession. Again, I leave the details of obtaining a talisman up to you, but know that you will be watched and judged accordingly.

Very Sincerely Your’s,

Semon Hiverion

After reading the scroll…The adventure is set in motion and you find your way heading to Calenpore….

What you do next….may soon be the start of a new legend!

I hope to see you all tomorrow! Please let me know if you can or can’t make it!


A Storm is Brewing

After each of you found your way to Calinpor you found out that you weren’t the only ones contacted by Sorna. This Semon Haverion has invited all 5 of you for a purpose you as of yet do not know. However, given the danger posed by obtaining the Talismans of Talos you doubt that it’s for anything simple…or safe.

Each of you arrived in the town as strangers, but have made allies of one another…either by proven skill or necessity you have found greater strength together.

You have each heard stories of you benefactor and have completed his task ahead of schedule. Now all that remains is to turn them in to Oloff. But the question still lingers in each of your minds…What does the Tide Lord want with the five of you?

After the successful raid on the Temple of Talos your group found a few treasures, but they also learned that the followers of Talos are powerful indeed. They have contacts and plots yet unseen and the group may be in danger. You have slain many of there faithful to complete this task, and you doubt that they would simply let such a slight pass unanswered.


I hope you all enjoyed the first session, I look forward to our next meeting on the 5th. A big THANK YOU goes to Tom for hosting…man you got the set up!!!! Ha

I will ask that everyone please post and update your charters here on obsidian portal as it helps me gauge encounters and much needed wealth values. Help me help you :-P

That all being said I think this will be a very fun group and I look forward to seeing you all again soon!

Everyone Ready for Sunday?!

Just making sure that we are all good to go for this Sunday. If anyone can’t make it, either reply here or text me. I don’t really feel like giving out my number on here, so if you don’t have it, I’ll give it to you at the session. See you than!

The Adventure Continues...eventually :-P

Hi guys…and Gal.

We’ve had quit the little break between sessions and I for one am ready to kill you all! Just kidding..

However, I would like to get the game back on track. This weekend just happens to be my birthday weekend, and I’m not sure what all I’ve got going on. (8/22) That being said, I’d like to schedule our next session for 8/30. Does that work for everyone?

Let me know either on here or via text either way.

Thanks a bunch

The Return To Saresh

The group has returned to Saresh yet again after another successful mission. The Trolls have been pacified and the with your help, Cernd has calmed the local druid circle.

Nigel has come up with a brilliant plan to solve the towns water supply issue by “renting” the groups decanter of endless water to them. The towns folk would welcome such a deal if that is indeed the parties course of action. This in turn will give the group a much needed time to craft items, relax, research, train…or simply enjoy the fruits of there labor in a vibrant town full of possibilities.

Still though…the group can’t afford to get to comfortable…after all, this is a hostile environment. Saresh is fighting for life each day and danger lurkers everywhere.

With that all being said…I’d like everyone to let me know asap what they would like to do as far as downtime and how long they might need. I believe 10 days is the longest time I’ve heard thus far? Does anyone need more than that?

Mazzi's Loot & Hydra's Treasure

Robe of Fey Queen
Crystal Tiara
Gloves Storing
Potions of Stoneskin (2) CL min
Cure Serious (2) CL min

Scroll of Grease CL min
Scroll of Stinkin’ Cloud CL min
Scroll of Teleport CL min

Shield +2 Kite
Armor +2 Plate
Sword +1 Vorpal Longsword
Adventurer’s Journal

(site won't let me add this in the Character section...)


The thoughts in his head were scattered like so many sea shells across the island shore. He had been wandering for… for how long? The waves crashed in their familiar and rhythmic pattern as the gulls squawked overhead. What should be a comforting experience had no affect on him. The few clothes he wore were tattered, his hunger and thirst, overpowering. His blank stare slowly began gain focus. Ideas and memories began to finally congeal but still lacked order.

“Where am I….” Nygel looked around, feeling very confused and afraid. “Where are my…” his question was incomplete but there it hung. Where was who? His family? His coworkers? Friends? He couldn’t remember. I must have bumped my head, he thought. He rubbed the back of his head, expecting to feel a bump but there was nothing.

Now feeling frustrated in addition to the confusion, Nygel looked up and down the beach in both directions. He looked up at the blazing sun, shrugged his shoulders and began walking north.

After a great deal of walking, Nygel found an encampment. It appeared to be a mining outpost of some kind. A glimmer of hope emerged as he thought to himself, surely I’ll find someone who will trigger my memory and I’ll get to the bottom of this right away!

Sure enough several of the humans recognized him. Some were jovial, others merely nodded if they responded at all. He wandered up to a tiki hut and climbed up the tall human-sized stool to sit. The bar-tender had his back to him so hadn’t noticed his approach. Nygel waited patiently before finally clearing his throat.

The bar-tender turned around, “Nygel! Ahoy mate! Whoa! You look awful. What happened? Where are your companions? I thought you guys were staying in Suresh now. Is everything ship-shape?”

There it was. His ‘companions’… Who were they? How was he going to get information from this buccaneer/bartender without revealing his embarrassing condition?

“Ah, yes, well about that. Uh you see we had a bit of a mishap and…” Nygel focused his sights on some dried jerky and island fruits on a large platter behind the man. “I don’t have my money with me you see…”

The bartender turned to see what Nygel was staring at, then turned back, his eyebrows raised, “Hungry? Oh, no problem mate! You’ve given me and my lads so many pies, I owe ya!” He put the entire platter down in front of Nygel. Big mistake.

After gorging himself to an extent that seemed to defy the laws of physics and simple geometry, Nygel sat back and listened to the old pirate. It didn’t take much prodding to get him to recall some of the many tales that apparently he had shared of himself and his companions. Many of their heroic deeds sounded doubtful, however.

As he listened, Nygel rubbed his very full belly. With his shirt in tatters, his hand passed over his naked skin. Nygel paused. A very concerned looked crossed his face. He rubbed his stomach again but with much more urgency and concern. The man behind the bar paused in mid-laughter at one of his recollections of Nygel’s antics, “What’s wrong? Did you lose something?”

Do you have a mirror I could use please?

“A wha? Uh, oh sure.” He handed him a grungy but functionally reflective polished metal serving dish.

Nygel, not being able to check his own stomach due to his current ample condition, used the make-shift mirror to inspect his stomach. He quickly discovered that he had no belly button.

“What is it? Did you get stung?”

“Uh…. yes… I think, I think I did. May I please have a drink?”


“No. Rum.”

“But you always prefer wine, Nygel.”

“No. I don’t. In fact, give me the entire bottle.”

“Hmph.” The bartender paused then roughly planted the bottle and a small wooden cup in front of him. “You’re actin’ a bit salty, there, Nygel.”

As Nygel poured his drink, he told the pirate, “Now go away.”

The man hesitated. He crossed his arms and the stare-down ensued. Without breaking his gaze, Nygel wiggled his fingers and small ball of greenish-glowing acid floated above his open palm. The contest ended abruptly.

Nygel sat back, reveling in his victory and enjoying (and drinking) what he felt like, was his first trophy. He saw what he wanted and he took it. THAT’S who he was. He heard all of the things the man had claimed. Although many of tales rung true, they didn’t sit well with him. More thoughts came to mind…

Why would I bother going out of my way… risking my LIFE for someone? If it’s true there must have been something VERY good in it for me. These ‘companions’, they sound familiar so I must be somehow tied to them. And what the hell happened to my belly-button? Perhaps I injured myself somehow and magical healing failed to regrow a belly-button. That must be it. This is all so unsettling…

After finishing half of the bottle, Nygel fell out of his stool then quickly stood up and brushed himself off. His thoughts continued as he strolled along the docks.

Well, I am clearly powerful and adept at using magic. I also have many very strong memories of laboring hours and hours over books. Certainly, I must be a wizard. So… where is my spell book? Where. IS. MY. SPELLBOOK!?

He was furious. He must have been robbed. Nobody else was around so it had to be someone here in this small settlement. There was a shop up ahead. A human in robes and a pointy had was haggling with the shop-keeper. An evil grin spread across Nygel’s face.

Many weeks had passed since Nygel “reclaimed” his spell book and gear. He set himself up in a makeshift hut, not far from the pirate-settlement. He quickly got himself back up to speed on his arcane talents and even crafted a few wondrous items for himself.

Although he had managed to recover in many aspects, the mystery of exactly who he was lingered. Many of the clues however, suggested something deeply disturbing. Something that rattled his very soul. Something he was not ready to admit to himself. It was just too upsetting. Too degrading. The only way to fight this feeling was to become more powerful. He must learn more magic. Gain more power. THEN he would be ready but only then.


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