(G254 06/11/2015 via Roll20 - AP(GM), JF, Mira, Guru)

(G252 23/10/2015 via Roll20 - AP(GM), JF, Mira, Guru)(aborted!)

[GMs note : This was the night that my poor son Fergus got scalded so this game was cut very short.
The guys went on to play 5th Edition after I had gone.]

DAY 229 (26 Marpenoth) cont ...

It is difficult to tell time in the Plane of Shadows but my stomach was still full from breakfast so it is barely lunchtime now as I write this. I am resolved, after lunch, to find a rat, in order to  use it as a spy and a source of information on the local area. I plan to use the Awaken spell, which is a full day in the casting so I'll write down what has happened so far since my last journal entry.

I used stone shape to carve a very narrow, possibly dragon proof, dog-legged cave from the wall of the cliff. Once we'd moved ourselves and our collected treasure there myself and Mirabella snuck over the bridge to retrieve Gurudor's corpse. There wasn't much left of his head, but everything else was there.

(G254 06/11/2015 via Roll20 - AP(GM), JF, Mira, Guru)

DAY 229 (26 Marpenoth) cont ...

Mirabella kept an eye open for trouble while I searched the area. What I was after was a scale or claw shard, but in the end I could only find drool, but enough of it to fill a small jar.

We then dragged the body back and Drashnag met us half way. The remains of Gurudor were then handed over to Sylvia who prepared the body.

Not much more than an hour after that someone else turned up at our camp. I was amazed to see the slim figure of Falo-han quietly coming across the bridge to our platform.

Here I must explain a little. Falo-han was a ranger of the Kryptgarden Forest and occasionally game keeper for my father. He was in his forties now, but when I had been a child he was a young man and he often took me and my brothers hunting in the forest. He had been sent by my father to check on us and his expert tracking skills had lead him half way across Faerune and right too us.  Even Sylvia was pleased to see a familiar face although she did not know him as well as I.

Greetings and introductions over we had lunch then I went on a little hunt of my own - for a rat. It didn't take long, even in the Plane of Shadows, you are never far away from a rat.

The rest of the day was spent preparing spells, eating and telling tales. It was good to catch up with news of home from Falo-han.


DAY 230 (27 Marpenoth)

This morning, with our spells all sorted out, Sylvia cast Speak With Dead on the body of Gurudor. Well, wherever he was, he was apparently having a great time and had no desire to come back to life.
He wanted his body cremated, but we didn't want to what would have amounted to a great big barbeque this  close to a black dragon.
Sylvia cast Gentle Repose on the corpse and we tucked it away out of sight for now.

I used my jar of black dragon drool to cast a Skrye spell and watched it in its lair for a while. The large hall it inhabited was, as one would expect, a grizzly sort of place. There was a shard of mysterious looking stone on a chain in the middle and around the walls were cages full of twitching people from which plumes of blue smoke emanated from. Something horrible was going on I expect, but at least I knew the dragon was not flying around for the moment.

Well, getting twenty four uninterrupted hours around here was going to be unlikely but I decided to give it a try anyway and began to cast the Awaken spell on Rolanda the Rat.

During the night, around about eleven o'clock there was a bit of a kaffuffle when Mirabella turned into a werewolf and had to be whacked unconscious but other than that not much happened.

DAY 231 (28 Marpenoth)

At eight in the morning my spell was cast and Rolanda was Awakened. She was very intelligent and friendly. I wanted to talk to her more, but was pretty tired so all I did was wander back to camp and ask what all the commotion had been through the night.

Mirabella was still tied up and looking pretty miserable. I suppose we had all sort of forgotten about that nasty bite that she had gotten back at the Last Refuge and now she was a full on lycanthrope. I patted her on the head and said,
'I'm going to have a nap my dear, then I'll come and deal with you.'

I climbed into my magic bedroll and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.