Welcome to your Adventure Log!

A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.


What Colby Told the Bar that Night (as Colby, the Librarian remembers)…
“RATS!!!” Colby yelled in the bar, clanking his near empty growler on a tavern patrons bald head as he threw his hands in the air.
“What you mean,” said the bartender. “Rats?”
“Giant rats, big as a horse! A veritable carpet of the buggers scurrying underfoot as well,” Said Colby, finishing the last of the flat beer. “Swarming over the town of Dunross like a kicked over ants nest.”
A few of the bar folk pulled up next to Colby, interested in what he was saying about Dunross. Colby, having finished his beer, began to get up and walk away when the bartender through a towel at him.
“Hey,” Said the Bartender. “What happened?”
“I’d love to regale you with the story of what happened, but I seem to be out of drink.” Said Colby, giving the bartender that knowing smile.
The Bartender picked up what Colby was putting down, pulled a second draft and slid it forward.
Colby perched himself back up on the stool, patted the back of the man he boxed with his previous mug.
“What happened,” Colby said. “Ended in fire and death.”

Aslov. Days before…

“You four look like you are interested in some work.” Said Rodgar, sitting on the other side of the table from the adventuring looking crew. “I have a job for you, simple as pie to complete. I need you to take a wagon to Dunross, load it up with the flour (no not flowers) in my granary, take it to Baker in Dalsetter, get paid and bring me the money to my house in Dalsetter. I’ll pay you 50 gold each for your troubles.”
At the mention of gold, the adventurers perked up. Aslov was awash in refugees and any chance to get out of the town AND make some coin was a good deal.
“Deal,” Said Colby. “When do we head out?”
“Quick as you can. Winter is hitting us hard this year and food is getting scarce. We need to get this going as quick as we can.” Said Rodgar, pulling a rolled parchment from his coat pocket. “Here, take this. It is my papers for getting the flour in Dunross as well as getting paid at the Baker in Dalsetter
The adventurers took the paperwork and headed out to the horse and wagon. A long, fairly stable looking wagon with 2 stout horses pulling.
“Wake me when we get to Dunross.” Said Colby, plopping himself onto the back of the cart and began snoring loudly.

The Road
Colby woke to the sound of shouts
“Bwuh?” was all that Colby could get out of his mouth as arrows rained down on to where he was just sleeping.
“Orcs.” Said the thief in our mix. “They’re hold up behind that hedge, lobbing arrows at us.”
“What hedge?” Colby said, poking his head up over the side of the wagon, trying to see what hedge he was talking about.
An arrow lodged itself and inch below Colby’s nose and firmly into the wood side of the wagon.
“Oh,” Said Colby, sinking back down. “That one. What is the plan?”
“Well,” Said the thief, “the other two are trying to get up there and flank them.”
“And what are you going to do?” said Colby to the thief.
“Well, those Orcs aren’t going to kill themselves.” Said the thief, jumping over the side and trudging off to the hedges.
“I choose life.” Said Colby to himself, and threw himself to the opposite side and hid behind the wagon.

“Wait,” Interrupted the bartender. “You hid? Are you a coward?”
Colby thought about this for a moment. He then put and arm around the guy who he hit in the head with his previously empty tankard.
“This is Bob,” Colby said, pointing a finger at him. “Did you know that Bob here is adept at killing dragons and Giants? Did you know that he can crush boulders between his eyebrows?”
“No.” Said the Bartender.
“No, and neither did I.” Said Colby. “Between you and me, I don’t even think his name is Bob. My point is, I had no idea if these three were about to run up there and become arrow catching bags of meat or if they were going to lay the smack down. Bob needs a drink.”
Bob smiled at this as the Bartender begrudgingly pulled another stout and handed it to him. Colby delved back into his story.

Colby peaked over the side of the horse drawn wagon and saw that his comrades were indeed laying the smack down upon these Orcs. Realizing that he had to keep in good standing with his fellow adventurers, Colby picked up his staff and began his old man trot to victory and triumph.
The Orcs were pinned both sides of the hedge by the team and giving as good as getting. Realizing his age, Colby stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Taking this time, he decided to cause a distraction.
“Hey, Orcs!” he said, while flipping around and mooning them. The Orcs paid him no mind and continued with their fight.
Realizing that didn’t work, Colby ran forward and stuck one of the Orcs with hi staff through the hedge.
Much fighting went on and the team was victorious, and without a scratch, which was good since nobody could heal worth a damn in the party. Colby hoped that there wouldn’t be any more such surprises. (heh)
They looted the bodies of anything valuable and found a bag of meat. Checking out the arrows, it was also deduced that these were members of an Orc clan known as the Eye Piercer clan.
The group continued on into the night and arrived at a Road Warden tower.
“Yeah.” Said Colby. “Hot food and a place to sleep that isn’t the outside.”
As they approached, they noticed another wagon, but with no horses and that the tower was dark.
“Check it out.” The Hedge knight told the thief.
“And be stealthy!” Said Colby maybe a little too loud.
The thief gave Colby a look that told him to not say anything more and stepped into the tower.
Blackness enveloped the room. After some fumbling, a fire was lit and the scene around them came into focus.
Destruction, utter and complete. The place was destroyed. Walking up the stair slowly, the thief found the two Road Wardens charged with keeping the tower.
They had been picked clean to the bone and those bones that were left were etched with a thousand tiny scratches.

“And I have to pee,” Said Colby, turning around to find a bucket. When he did, he saw that the whole bar had stopped talking and was listening to him intently.
The Bartender handed him a bucket. “Your Story’s not finished yet.”
Grabbing the bucket, Colby thought “Apparently not.”

(to be continued)

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We found the thief standing there. You could almost hear his brain whirring, trying to decipher the scene that sprawled out before him.
Everywhere was destruction. Tapestries torn to shreds, chairs shattered. The two still corpses clutching their swords. They had put up a fight and paid with their lives.
“Light the fireplace.” The hearth Knight said. “Let us get some warmth into this place.”
“Best not,” Said the warrior. “There’s a lot of blood covering this place. Only thing keeping this place from stinking is that it’s colder than Hel in here.”
“Let’s get these two outside and laid to rest.” Colby said, eyeing up the remains.
All were in agreement that they didn’t want to spend the night in the tower with two dead Road Wardens. So they wrapped the bodies up in the shredded tapestries and since the ground was frozen hard, placed them in a snow bank behind the tower.
The next morning, the crew were ready to be done with this place.
“Check this out.” Said the thief to the group, pointing out the other wagon at the tower.
The wagon was as destroyed as the tower. The covering ripped to shreds, barrels inside torn apart. Closed examination showed that the barrels had traces of flour in them, and that the covering had a symbol on it of two wheat sheeves overlapping. Colby looked at the hitching post next to the wagon.
“Looks like the horses got taken as well.” Said the thief.
“No,” Said Colby. “There are marks on the hitching post, and look at the ground around the wagon. The horses were hitched up here, but got spooked enough to pull themselves from the post. There is no blood here, so it looks like that they got away.
“Let us get away from this place as well.” Said the warrior. “I do not wish to end up like these sorry bastards, and we still have a job to do.”
All nodded in agreement, got their packs put back together, and set out with the wagons and horses again.
Further on the way to Dunross, another disturbing site was met.
A horse and rider, clearly dead from the sheer amount of arrows protruding from them, were in the middle of the road.
The Hearth Knight went up to the bodies and found a single arrow in the back of the rider and near a dozen arrows in the body of the horse. Also, it looks like a crude butchering of the horse had taken place, as there was a large section of the horse missing flesh.
“More Eye Splitter Orcs.” Said the Warrior. “We should be cautious.”
“Actually,” Said Colby. “I didn’t think we will have to worry about them. The meat that we picked up from the Orcs yesterday looks to be about the same amount that is missing from the horses side.”
True enough, you could almost lay the pieces in and the horse would have been whole again. The thief checked out the body and found a note on him.
The note detailed a grim scene. It was meant to go to the mayor of Aslov and detailed how a plague of rats has beset Dunross and requested help to aid them in their time of need.
That help was not coming any time soon.
“This needs to get to Aslov.” Said the Hearth Knight. “I will take it there as quick as possible. Get the Flour at Dunross and get it to Dalsetter as quick as you can.”
Colby, the Warrior, and the Thief nodded in agreement and the Hearth knight was on his way back to Aslov.
The Trio continued on the road to Dunross, met up with a wandering Wizard (ya know, like you do.) and as they saw the wooden wall of Dunross peak over the horizon, a single arrow hit the ground in front of the horses.
Colby reigned back on the horses, hoping they’d stop. He’d never been good with animals, let alone big beefy animals like these horses and was simply amazed that it had worked.
“Ho there,” Said a voice in the distance. “Turn back, Dunross is quarantined.”
“We have business at the grainery.” Said the Warrior. “Let us pass.”
“I don’t care what your business is, “Said the voice. “Dunross is quarantined and I will not let you in.”
“Hello there,” Said Colby. “What seems to be the problem?”
The voice got closer and the party could see that it was a guardsman of the village addressing them. Dressed out in simple clothes, he carried a sword in a scabbard and simple leather armor. It was covered in thousands of tiny scratches.
“Rats, big as you like.” Said the Guard. “Dunross is flooded with them.”
“They are rats,” Said the Warrior. “What town doesn’t have its share of vermin infesting it?”
The guard came up, toe to toe with the warrior.
“Not like this.” Said the Guard. “See the barrels along the wall? Should the quarantine be breatched, we are duty bound to roll these barrels of oil in and ignite this town. We sent a rider out a week ago with news to be taken to Aslov for reinforcements. We should be seeing help soon, and then you can be on your business.”
Colby rummaged around in his purse, checking out the three guards and walked up to the head guard, shaked his hand while pressing 3 gold shields into his hand.
“Listen, here is the thing. We’ve already passed a Wardens tower and found evidence that this quarantine has failed. They are in the wild. Also, we found your rider dead just this morning, an Orcish arrow shaft in his back.”
Colby gripped guards hand a bit too firmly, he stepped into him “We sent the note to Aslov with one of ours and we’d really like to come in and conclude our business here.”
Withdrawing his hand from Colby’s, he looked at what was left in, whistled to the man at the gate entrance, and it swung open.
“Sir,” said the Guard. “Welcome to Dunross.”

As the gate closed behind him, he heard the Guard from the wall say “Now that you are in here, you are part of this quarantine, and there is no escape. Good luck and may your god have mercy on you.”
There was nothing Colby could have done to prepare himself for what he saw.
A seething, black blanket of rats covered every inch of the ground. Tens of thousands of them scurried under foot, climbed hillsides, scurried across the stream going through town, and made the horses begin whinnying as they stomped on them and the cart moved through.
As they pulled over the little bridge across the stream, they saw a man carrying a large black cloth bag that writhed with a life all its own. He went up to the bridge where there was a tall wooden post with a rope and hook attached. Putting the bag on the end of the hook, he dropped it into the stream.
It thrashed for a few minutes and then stopped.
“Nother day at work.” Said the man to himself with a toothy grin.
“Ho sir,” Said the Wizard. “Are you the Ratcatcher?”
The man quirked his head up. “Yes, what can I do for you?”
“What is with all these rats?” said the Warrior.
“Don’t know.” Said the Ratcatcher. “Nothing but a few lil buggers for years, then two weeks ago they came swarming this place.”
The Ratcatcher jingled his coin purse. “Yes, business has been very good.”
“Never mind that,” Said the Thief. “We are here for the Granary. Can you point us to it?”
“The granary? Fat lot of good that place will do you.” Said the Ratcatcher. “Lil buggers have damn near stripped the town of everything. Why would you think the Granary’s been spared?”
The Ratcatcher took his stick and pointed towards some large buildings to the east of the town, pulled up his bag of dead rats and headed off.
It was tricky trying to keep the horses from bolting, but they made it up to the granary. There were several storehouses on either side of the road, each with a swarm of rats crawling up them. Well, except for one, which had not a single rat on it.
On the front porch of the main building was a man sweeping back the rats with a broom, trying to keep them infesting his place. He was only partially successful.
“Hello there, I’m looking for the Miller.” Said Colby, getting down from the wagon.
The man kept sweeping, but lifted his head to speak to Colby. “I’m the Miller. What Can I do for ya?”
“We have a note from Rodgar, requesting the flour kept in his storehouse.” Said the Warrior, throwing the scroll to the Miller.
The Miller stopped sweeping long enough to unfurl it, looked the party over and then back to the letter.
“It seems in order,” He said. “Though, gods know if there is anything left in it to take.”
He called over one of the Granary’s guards, showed the note to them and pointed to the nearest of the storehouses. The Guard, grunted at them and waived them to the storeroom.
As the Guard unlocked the storeroom, a flood of rats came boiling out.
“Wonderful,” Said the Wizard. “Our profits are rat food.”
“Not all.” Said the Thief. He began tossing out empty and ripped sacks of flour and found bags underneath them that were still whole.
“Excellent.” Said Colby. “Let’s get these bags loaded onto the wagon and get out of here.”
“How are we going to get past the gate?” Asked the Thief.
Colby looked back towards the main gate. If they tried to bust out, the guards would just roll in the barrels of oil and destroy the town before a breach.
“Theif. Warrior. Both of you continue loading up the sacks.” Said Colby. “The Wizard and I will scout the town and see whats going on, and hopefully find a way out of this mess.”
All nodded in agreement and the Wizard and Colby started a journey to the gate.
As they passed by the first storeroom, they noticed the rats not venturing inside.
The Wizard went up the granary guard that had unlocked Rodgar’s storeroom.
“Whats with this granary?” Asked the Wizard. “There’s not a rat venturing in.”
“Easy.” Said the guard. “Guy came and got all his flour out of here the day before the rats came, lucky bastard.”
Colby began looking in earnest at the structure. It was almost identical to the others, but he noticed a symbol above the doorway in perfect shape. The storeroom next to it and the one across had the symbol as well, but had been destroyed.
Colby grabbed a knife from his pocket, made his way over to the storeroom next to the untouched one.
“What are you doing?” said the slightly annoyed Wizard.
“Testing a theory.” Said Colby as he scrawled out the symbol above the door of the storeroom. Nothing happened, the rats continued there endless skittering.
“Oh well,” He said. “Worth a shot. Guard, do you know this symbol?”
“Oh yeah,” Said the Guard. “That’s Eostres symbol. Goddess of the harvest. Good luck for a farming village.”
The Wizard helped Colby down.
“What do you know of Eostre?” The Wizard asked the Guard.
“Not a whole lot.” Said the Guard. “You’d be best to talk to the Priestesses of Eostre. They are working in the healers hut tending to the wounded.”
The Wizard and Colby bowed to the Guard and continued on their way to where they had been pointed to.
Outside the healers hut were gurneys littering the yard filled with people either dead or dying from what looked like infections and open sores caused by the rats. Those alive were being tended to by a woman in white robes and another in what looked like a shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper was dipping into a large pot and placing a salve on the open wounds. The patient winced a bit at the application, but smiled back at her as she moved onto the next patient.
(To be continued)

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The shopkeeper approached the patient, looked into the pot and then threw it at the white robed Priestesses feet.
“That is the last of it,” She said. “My stock is completely gone.”
“You’ve done what you can.” Said the Priestess. “Now it is up to the judgment.”
Colby approached the Priestess. “What judgment?”
“Eostre’s, “Said the Priestess. “It is up to her whether she will help or not…it doesn’t look like we are being judged favorably.”
The Wizard looked down on the patients wounds. “What manner of disease is this?”
The Priestess laid a bandage down on the freshly salved infection. “None like I have ever seen. No matter what we do, we can’t seem to stem the infections. Eventually, it leads to death, and not a swift and painless one at that.”
“We need to get to the Mayor’s house,” Said Colby, realizing there was nothing he was capable of helping her with. “Can you point the way?”
The Priestess pointed towards a house along the way. Colby and the Wizard bowed and walked quickly to the Mayor’s house.
Colby knocked at the door and was greeted by a thin man with sunken features.
“Hello there,” said Colby. “Might we speak with the Mayor?”
The man eyed Colby and the Wizard wearily. “I am he.”
“Good sir,” Said Colby. “We need to get a wagon load of flour to the village of Dalsetter as quickly as possible. Our colleagues are currently loading it, and will be ready to leave within the hour. May we have you permission to leave Dunross?”
“Town’s under quarantine, good day.” Said the Mayor, turning to go back into the house.”
“The quarantine no longer matters,” Said the Wizard. “Not just yesterday did we happen pass a Road Warden’s keep that had been consumed by the very same rats that you are holding within these walls.”
The Mayor stopped and turned. “We have sent word of this infestation to Aslov about a week ago, we will have help soon and they will deal with this. You will be on your way soon.”
“Your rider is dead,” Said the Wizard. “We found him on the road yesterday with and Orc arrow buried in his neck.”
The Mayor’s body sunk at this news. “Then all is lost. Take your flour, leave this town. I will let the guards know to let you out and prepare the town to evacuate.”
“Our thanks,” said Colby. “As well as our condolences.”
Colby and the Wizard headed back to the storehouse and saw the thief and the warrior tossing the last of the good bags on top of the wagon.
“Good,” said the Wizard. “They have agreed to-“
Just then, screams came from the front of the town.
The thief looked back and saw a black wave of rats begin flooding over the side of the gates. Hundreds of thousands of them in large clusters. They began attacking the villagers outside, dragging them down to the ground and consuming them. Windows broke as they flooded into the homes and shops.
More screaming came from the another side of town as four Giant rats, as big as horses, jumped over the top and began killing townsfolk, not even stopping to eat their kills.
“Friends, “Colby said. “We are leaving!”
Colby climbed into the driver’s seat, picked up the reigns and the switch and began whipping the horses until they started to move. The horses were completely freaked out as the rats began coming towards the wagon.
The wagon was not moving as quickly as it should, Colby applied the whip more aggressively.
“Colby, what are you doing?” asked the Warrior.
“The best I can!” answered Colby, fervently whipping the horses up the street.
“Give me that!” said the Thief, ripping the reigns from Colby’s hands.
About that time, a swarm of rats jumped on the thief and threw him back into the wagon.
“I guess I’ll take these back.” Said Colby, picking up the reigns again, and whipping the horses once more.
Colby glanced behind him and saw his companions fighting with the rats. The swarms seemed to follow the wagon. The Thief was down, the warrior was holding his own and the Wizard was fighting with one of the horse rats that had scrambled on the back of the cart and was trying to bite him in half.
The Warrior came to the Wizards aid, and together they dispatched the large beast.
“Get us out of here!” yelled the Wizard, batting rats off of the cart as he made his way to the front.
Colby could see the gates up the road. Townsfolk were everywhere, screaming and dying in the streets as they were drug down by the weight of the rats.
The Warrior was down now, and the Wizard wasn’t going to last much longer.
Colby saw the Priestess of Eoestre fending off one of the large horse rats in front of him. As they passed, Colby reached out and grabbed her by the hand and swung her up on top of the cart.
“You are welcome.” Colby said, just as he saw the barrels of oil begin sailing down the street past him.
The gates opened just as he reached them, passed through, and the Guardsman who let them into the village in the first place tossed a torch to the ground.
The light and the screaming of the burning rats and people of Dunross will be a nightmare that Colby will take with him the rest of his days.”

“And that is what happened in Dunross.” Colby said, tipping back his fourth tankard.
“What? That’s all?” said the barkeeper.
“What else could there be? We got out of the town. We made a makeshift camp in the snow under the wagon and the Priestess tended the wounded.”
Colby pulled a large, emptying drink from the tankard and felt two rocks hit his teeth. Spitting them out on the table, he realized they were dice. As they landed, they both came up as ones.
“What the hell?” Said Colby.
“Just as I thought.” Said the barkeeper. “Your story is bullshit. A warrior came in here not two hours ago telling the same story, but with a very VERY different account. He said that you didn’t do anything and spent the whole time hiding under a sack of flour.”
“And why would you believe him over me?” Colby said, perplexed.
“When he spit out the dice I put in his cup, they rolled out as a 4 and a 6. Yours rolled out double ones. Clearly he is telling the truth, and you are the liar.”
Colby looked around the room and saw that the patrons, who had been listening so intently and with great wonder, now looked at him as if he were a horse sized rat.
“Clearly, I cannot argue with that logic.” Colby said, picking up his pack. “I bid you good day gentlemen.”
Hold up,” said the barkeeper. “You owe me 2 gold shields for all the beer you just drank.”
Colby stammered. “But, I, you, Bob?…..fine.”
Colby dropped the coins on the table and headed to his room.

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