previously Boreff might not be the largest of creatures, but he's a dead weight right now. The mushroom fields and oddities we trudge through are just a hindrance as we continue our search for the captives of Longtower. The dragonborn is a dimwitted and ponderous creature. We slip and slide through pools and climb up … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm-Pools & Perils
previously We raced down the tunnel. As we ran another roar shook the ground. More earth tumbled down. "Quick! Down here!" yelled Boreff. Without a chance to ask where down here was, I once again found myself tumbling down a rocky slope face-first, my staff landing on top of me. Seconds later the monk skidded … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm-The Darkness below pt2
previously I picked my way through the devastation inflicted on our underground foe. The air tinged with a sorcererous taint. Unnatural flames flickered on the remains of those consumed by blasting fire. The odd flicker of corrupted electricity leapt from dead grimlock to dead grimlock. Limbs and heads scattered all over. Most were the enemy … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm – The Darkness Below Pt 1
Previously From what I could piece together from the others, it all went wrong when we started moving further into the castle. You see dear journal, this dreadstone (now in my possession!) emits some kind of force that effects your mind. I need to study it properly to find its secrets; something I don't have … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm-Breakout
previously I watched the birdman (yes it is a male apparently, not sure if its from an egg though!) fly up the side of the nearest tower to us. I could see the small window it was headed for. Below him and making steady progress up the castle wall was Boreff. The human was doing … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm- Dead or Dread Pt 2
Previously... Imrith, the owner of the merchant wagon is a worried man. He's also an ungrateful one. I saved his life. Now he avoids me, muttering to himself. I was warned by Silas not everyone understands the ways of sorcery. Most fear it he told me. Well, they should do. I can't explain the surges … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm-Dead or Dread Pt 1
So, I've finally had time to sit down and get on with some scribblings. It's been a busy few weeks for me working through the pandemic on my big yellow fun bus (I work on an emergency ambulance for one of the UK's NHS ambulance services). A mixture of childcare (the lad is off school … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm-Showdown at Gnoll Rock.
I just sent this background for my new character off to my DM for a new D&D5E game that we will be running online due to the current situation. Enjoy! Ishana was sent by her father to renegade drow Silas Wolf to master her wild sorcery abilities under his guidance. Silas tutored Ishana well, building … Continue reading I’d better watch my back!
With a creak and a jolt, the wagon that you and your companions are sitting in finally sets off. It took some persuading to find someone willing to take you on this journey. Looking around, the small village you've been staying in slowly recedes as you trundle along the old cart track. Ahead of you, … Continue reading Into The Unknown…
Loads of really amazing tips here! And what a cute cat!
Over the next few months my son and I will be spending a lot of time at home alone together, while my partner does frontline ambulance work. There’s so much about that sentence that makes me take a deep breath. SO, I’ve been drafting a list of creative activities for me and my seven-year-old. Here are some of my plans so far…!
(My son getting up-to-date on Bear Grylls’ adventures, a few weeks ago.)
- Learn how to cook properly (me, mainly).
- Make videos together on ipad/phone. Documentaries, probably about dinosaurs. (He announced two years ago that he was training to be a palaeontologist and now I think he meant it. I’ve had to revise to keep the conversations rolling.)
- Reenact a historical event. (I need to think this one through so I don’t have to flee toy swords…)
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