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The scholar in charge of the Research Tower. Sitting peacefully in the corner was an elderly githzerai woman. She introduces herself as Zaythir. The party chatted with her a bit and in very meditative, Zen-like fashion she thanked the party for saving the to...

A strange humanoid skull apparently made out of colored glass and various metals. After some discussion, the githzeri scholar mentioned a modron having visited a while back intent on rejoining its branch of the Great Modron March. It had a mimir (a humanoid s...

A gate-town in the Outlands. It's gate leads to the Olympian Plane of Arboria, sometimes called Olympus, the plane of Chaotic Good. Sylvania was an elven town woven into the surrounding forest. A large party seemed to be underway. The tower stopped and the pa...

As if on cue, there was suddenly a loud crunching sound and the tower sagged and seemed to struggle slightly, as if something large and heavy had just landed on it. The party sprinted up the stairs to the lighthouse floor and looked out the windows, to see a l...

The elven god of nature was tending bar at a gigantic rave in a huge tent in Sylvania and made everyone by far the best cocktail they’d ever had. Everyone’s drink not only tasted amazing but also brought out the best aspects of the person who drank it, and eve...

Faunel was mostly inhabited by awakened animals of various sorts, and was mostly in shambles, having recently fallen into The Beastlands. Where the party expected Faunel to be was merely a half-dozen huts, a neutral trade-ground between the feuding animal grou...

Empyrean, a not-yet grown child of the gods. She shared that growing up with the expectation of becoming a god was a lot of pressure. She felt like she had to be great at everything all the time, and her sister was better than her at a lot of the things she v...

The party rested, then continued to visit the Herbivores and chatted with their leader, a powerful looking elephant. She said the dead goat (turns out it was a goat, not a bird, the gnolls were eating) was an esteemed historian of their group. The Carnivores h...

Sigil Sensory Stone.  Sylvania Periapt of Wound Closure. Given as a gift from Kopoha to Four. Faunal Rope of Entanglement. Enchanted snake skin. Ring of Protection +1. Quest reward from Razzak. Figurine of Wondrous Power, Serpentine Owl. Quest reward fr...

The party proceeds to Glorium! On the way, a tiny Time Dragon named Renee flies into the tower, closely followed by a witch on a red broom. She follows the dragon into the tower and demands to take him back. Four, recalling the party's unusual ability to rein...

Blue skinned. Breath causes things to rapidly age and decay.

A wyrmling Time Dragon who joined the party after escaping a witch on a red broomstick.

Next stop, Curst! The tower is marching along toward Curst. Outside we hear a lot of good-natured shouting. A group of decoratively painted lizardfolk are clustered around their leader, who is lifting a huge rock over his head to much applause. They shout for...

A gate town to Carceri, a prison plane. The town is prisonlike in that it's easy to get it but harder to get back out. The town is surrounded by a huge wall of rusty metal woven through with razorvines. The air is acrid.

The wind, sighing off the vast, restless expanse of the Inland Sea, carried a fading tang of salt and distance, a memory already receding northward with every league the tireless hopper bore them south. Behind them, the hazy blue shimmer of the great freshwate...

Their entry into the recognized sovereign territory of D’alwah was marked by no fanfare, no welcoming committees, but by a subtle, yet palpable, shift in the atmosphere of the land itself. The untamed southern woodlands, though still vast and only thinly mappe...

The council of war, held in the flickering lantern light of the loyalist field camp, had been brief, decisive, weighted with the grim necessities of their desperate situation. Hiero, though accorded the deference due a prince-consort and the proven savior of t...

The silent detonation of psychic energy ripped through the ancient fortress, a shockwave felt not in the stone, but in the very fabric of consciousness. The great serpent guardian, its physical form thrashing in the now dimly lit throne room, its mental connec...

The journey eastward, back towards the precarious haven of the loyalist stronghold, was a passage through subtly altered landscapes, both external and internal. The heavy, psychic oppression that had thickened the air near Fuala’s fortress receded with each le...