Arndt on We Are The Red Guardians

Session The Forty-Eighth

Sat, 26 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Session The Forty-Eighth

26 August 2023

Lycovyne	33/49
Menka	45/54
Kyril	59/61
Gonchar	76/100
Flint	48/61
Tim	32/36
Seamus	57/64
Cathal	49/67

The party stood in a room with doors in the north and south walls and another on the northern end of the east wall, the same door we entered through. Charred ice ogre corpses lay strewn about, reeking of burnt hair and flesh. Kyril’s control temperature was still in effect, fending off the cold for those within its 10’ compass. Outside of that 10’ range it was bitterly cold. Seamus didn’t seem to mind the chill. Antifreeze and all that.

Session The Fiftieth

Thu, 28 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Session The Fiftieth

28 December 2023

Menka	45/54
Lycovyne	45/49
Kyril	47/69
Flint	56/64
Tim	36/36
Seamus	57/65
Cathal	53/67
Gonchar	90/100

Seamus and Menka applied some healing magic and prayers to Cathal and Lycovyne. Warm and bound in wrinkly skin, one book we found was certainly Cultes des Gules. The second book remained unidentified. Lycovyne was definitely not a definite. Menka began to pray for 3 hours to receive the spells cure blindness, remove curse and procure hooker.

Session the Fifty-First

Sat, 10 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Session the Fifty-First

10 February 2024

Menka	37/54
Lycovyne	38/49
Kyril	33/69
Flint	41/64
Tim	36/36
Seamus	46/65
Cathal	15/67
Gonchar	59/100

The session began with the party traveling, with Harald Markgaard, Agnar, Arndt, Ninax, Scarlett and the wayward rangeress Largatha, daughter of Harald, as well as a host of mounted men-at-arms from Markheim, traveling through the thawing, ice, snow, mud and debris-strewn melting mountain passes. Winter-like weather still clung to the area, though a hint of Spring was in the air.

Session the Fifty-Seventh

Sat, 19 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Session the Fifty-Seventh

19 April 2025

Menka	36/54
Kyril	46/69
Lycovyne	39/54
Gonchar	80/100
Flint	54/72
Cathal	43/67
Tim	36/36
Seamus	38/78

The party emerged from the tomb of the Twice-Crowned into a bowl-shaped, wooded area which clears near the entry to the tomb - the party is stinking, tired, bloodied and bandaged. Two of the party are carrying bags of holding which are overflowing with coinage - luckily, the coins dropping into the dirt all seem to be coppers.

Session the Fifty-Eighth

Sat, 21 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Session the Fifty-Eighth

21 June 2025

Menka	54/54
Kyril	69/69
Lycovyne	54/54
Gonchar	100/100
Flint	72/72
Cathal	67/67
Tim	36/36
Seamus	78/78

We spoke at length with Teos at the bar. He was loquacious in his gratitude and willingly answered our questions.

Creel’s tower was less than a day’s ride from the Horne’d Lamb. The good barkeep told the party that to simply touch the walls of Creel’s tower was … dangerous. Creel himself is a good man and had long held commerce and communication with the Inn as well as the surrounding area. Creel’s wife had died of some unspecified malady - perhaps plague, all sudden-like, and while Creel was out - and the man had not been the same since. Creel had turned to the dark arts of necromancy in an effort to bring his beautiful wife back to life. Teos had nothing but praise for Illyssa.

Interlude I: Creel's Tower

Tue, 30 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Interlude I: Creel's Tower

14 December 2025

With the portal below the tower closed and danger at least temporarily averted, Creel advised the party that he had sent messages out to his fellow 8 wizards (of ‘The Nine’) asking for assistance. While the party bivouacked at the tower, some of this aid arrived.