Darkwood Crossing

Letters to Frostnip #11
A Triumphant Return Home

Hiya Frosty!

Man, time sure flies, I’ve been so busy heroing that I haven’t had much time to write you. Let’s see here, so first, the Feyblades picked up a new member- Kauna the Minotaur. She’s from the island nation of… uh… some… mortal… place. It’s not important. She’s apparently got some pirating experience or something, and she’s really chill, so that’s awesome.

We also have this really grumpy lady named Kitsu Miki who hangs around with us sometimes. She’s from the… Bear Clan? That doesn’t sound right, but whatever, the whole clan thing is boring and makes no sense. She’s from the OTHER human nation, because I have time to try and keep those straight. I offered her full membership in the Feyblades, but she just looked at me and said, “I would rather be thrown weaponless into the Festering Pit than be permanently associated with anything you are in charge of, creature.” Which, first off, RUDE, am I right? And second, her loss anyway. Though admittedly it was kind of a sick burn, I can’t take that away from her.

ANYWAY, we had to go to the OTHER human kingdom to try and find this old friend of Master Phung’s, Isawa Kitai, so that we can try and stop that demon I told you about from coming back, or beat it up or imprison it or something. I’m not clear on that part. The point is, we needed this guy. So we traveled for a while, in typical boring mortal fashion. Apparently this other human nation is super strict, and sometimes fights are one on one, but sometimes not, and there’s this whole honor thing, and oh man, it is so complicated and boring, I could actually feel myself dying from how lame it was when Miki was explaining it. You’re not gonna believe this, but they may actually have more rules than the Eladrin court. Which ought to be impossible, since they’ve had basically since the dawn of time to make up rules, while the humans have only been around for a little while, but there you go. The only cool thing about them is that the guy in charge of the military is called The Shogun, which is an awesome title, and I am totally going to become The Shogun so I can start calling myself that, as soon as I can figure out how.

So we went there, and I wasn’t allowed to talk much, because they’re a bunch of stupid faces my amazing coolness won everyone over, like usual. I’ve basically been given Clan status. Like, a Clan of one. The Feyblade Clan, family name Space Pirate. That’s totally a thing now. So we talked to people, found out where Kitai was, and went down to go get him. Kauna got infected by something called The Taint, which is major uncool. Don’t worry, I’m 99% sure pixies are immune to it.

We went into this temple, and some stuff happened (I wasn’t paying attention, too busy beating up a dragon, like a boss). We found Kitai, and we had to fight some demon thingy, whooped its stupid monster ass like it was our job (which it is). All standard, but here’s where it gets weird- we found a bunch of weapons that were like, sitting there waiting for us. And one of them mentioned Andrath Ardorway, that Archfey douchebag who is hanging out with the Fomorians. It was written by someone named Sharaea, and I could SWEAR I know that name from somewhere. Maybe Grandma knows, so ask her, will you? Anyway, it’s a pretty sweet weapon, and like I said, it’s like it was waiting there for us, cause everyone had one that fit them exactly. Clearly, I am the destined hero who will save the world, which is AWESOME right? So cool! Bet Barleyrice never found a weapon chock full of destiny, that loser.

Anyway, we came out of the temple and some guy wanted a cut of the loot we’d found. Something about his family’s birthright and Kitai promising it to him. Arja said we had to give it back, and everyone ended up being friends, so it was all good.

Oh hey, looks like we’re gonna go report to Master Phung. Gotta split.

Totally the destined savior of the ENTIRE UNIVERSE,

Our Continuing Story...
Updated Cliff-notes for new players

After years of not talking to each other/war, the Kingdoms of Othonia and New Rokugan decided to give peace a try and worked out a deal for a neutral trade city to be established between their two borders. Lord Zealand and Master Phung (and others, to a lesser extent), are in charge of this town, which in due course was given the epic name of Darkwoods Crossing. Our heroes have been given various dangerous tasks to perform in this area and along the way came across a set of powerful magic Artifacts of the Fomorian City of Vor Thomil. The party learned that these five artifacts- a sword, a shield, a hand, an eye, and a mouth -were in use during the previous war 22 years ago between Othonia and New Rokugan.

More specifically they were used by the rightful heir of the Kingdom of Othonia, Victus Reginald, as he is the reincarnated soul of Vor Thormil, a human champion of the distant past who was corrupted by dark magics and eventually established a city under his own name in the Fey Dark, which was later taken over by the Fomorians. To counter his incredible power, a group of Rokugani shugenja, among them the man known then as Tamori Phung, tainted themselves with evil in order summon a demon to fight Victus on their behalf. The foes met at the Battle of White Plains, at the same place where the town now stands.

At that point, the god Corellon Larethian himself intervened. He stripped the artifacts of Vor Thormil from Victus and scattered them across the land. He locked the demon away deep below the ground, and charged Tamori Phung with performing a ritual to keep it there. Finally, he tore the memory of the entire event from the minds of men to protect the world from the evil of both the artifacts and the demon.

Victus became an amnesiac wanderer and was thought dead, traveling to and fro for many years before being found by the party. Given the name Vincent, he traveled with them for a time and became friends with them. Through a series of adventures, he was reunited with the artifacts of Vor Thormil, and once again regained part of his memory as well as the dark influence of his former life. However, this time his dark urges have been kept at bay thanks to the power of The Faceless God, with whom he seems to have a strange connection. The group was able to get him to the seat of The Faceless God’s power, the Temple in Shal’d, where he now performs constant meditation and prayer to hold back the darkness.

The party currently seeks to unravel more of the mystery behind the restless demon trapped below their town, which is still connected to Victus. Destroying it may bring them closer to curing him.

The group has not made it this far without making enemies however. The most mysterious of their foes is Andrath Ardorway, an Unseelie Archfey who seems to know a great deal about the artifacts of Vor Thormil and went to great lengths to procure them, even planting the traitor Hawkthorn in the parties midst. One of his minions, Anansi, was permanently killed, but the other, Tatty Boggle, remains at large. He has seemingly allied himself with the Fomorian Giants, but his ultimate goal remains an enigma.

The other primary antagonist has been the powerful Emory family, one of the two families vying for power in the wake of Victus’ disappearance 22 years ago. Lord Emory was recently defeated in his bid for the throne by the actions of the party, but he remains very much a presence in the Othonian power structure.

Letters to Frostnip #10
After leaving Vor Thormil

Heya Frosty!

So, before we get started here, I just want to establish that I wasn’t actually scared when I wrote that last letter. I was…uh…concerned. For the rest of the guys. Because, you know, they’re so unfamiliar with Fomorians. So, yeah. Concerned. Not scared. At all.

ANYWAY, now that’s out of the way, oh man, we have kicked SO MUCH ASS since I last saw you. Tatty Boggle? Bitch slapped back to his ugly Fomorian mama’s skirt. Richard Thornbrook? Took his sorry cyborg ass apart for a third time. Hopefully, the sword tree I planted into his skull will keep it from being four, because come on. That’s just sad. And Anansi, that spider jackass? Actually dead. Straight up killed him, just like I said I would. Snapdizzle don’t play, sucka.

We also saved ZZ Top, so you know, awesome-sauce.

Some other stuff happened too, and I’m gonna be honest, it’s confusing as hell, so bear with me. That Vincent guy is apparently the lost heir of the human kingdom and ALSO the reincarnation of some ridiculously powerful guy from a billion years ago who got corrupted and built Vor Thormil originally. Somehow he was also in the human war twenty-ish years back (like I said, it doesn’t make any sense) , and apparently was helping this one group of humans beat this OTHER group of humans, so the other group of humans summoned a demon to fight him, and Master Phung helped them do it. So THEN Corellon Larethian drops down from his hizzie on high, and goes “Aw Hell Naw!” He smacks Vincent so hard EVERY SINGLE HUMAN forgets what happened, and Vincent gets flung into our time (or something) the Vor Thormil artifacts popped out of him and got scattered everywhere, AND the demon he was fighting got imprisoned under ground for eternity. (Gods are O.P., yo)

The only problem is the demon gets free if Master Phung doesn’t do this ritual every once in a while, and I think the Vor Thormil people are trying to figure that out so they can stop him.

Oh, and somehow Arja’s weird religion thingy suppresses Vincent’s evil side. And I accidentally told Mixmaster Z the thing about Vincent being the rightful ruler despite Arja not wanting me too Mixmaster Z figured out Vincent’s identity using his rad detective skills. I don’t know how he did it.

SO we took Vincent to Arja’s church in Shal’d and now we have to beat up some jackass governor that took over the city while we were gone. Or someone. I wasn’t actually paying attention.

So, yeah, lots to do. They’re saying something about Space Pirates, I gotta go.

Again, totally WASN’T SCARED,

Letters to Frostnip #9
In The Heart of Darkness

Heya Frosty!

Aw man, you aren’t gonna believe it! We totally brought down the barrier in the most awesome way possible- via Rocket Tram crash. Actually, that was just a distraction so we could sneak in through the sewers using this weird digging contraption, but the IMPORTANT thing is that I blamed it all on Barleyrice. That guy is so toast if he sets his foot out here, it’s hilarious.

Anyway, we took down the shield like bosses, and pretty much saved the day all around, with the one tiny exception that ZZ Top kinda got stabbed with Feydark poison. But no biggie, we just cure him, right? Problem is, the cure’s in the Feydark… more specifically in Vor Thormil. It turns out that tool Lord Emory has some kind of deal with the Fomorians , and there was a portal straight there in his Castle. Oh, and the Feyblades picked up a new member, some elf from Misty Falls named Jay. Also, we ran into Vincent, who was apparently sent by Grandma to go to Vor Thormil all alone. (And if you believe that, I’ve got dragon that poops gold to sell you. No way Hellebore sent him by himself. She knew we’d be going there…somehow. Man, how does she do that?) Finally, His Icy Terribleness decided now would be a good time to go show Hawkthorn and some guy named Andrath Ardorway who the real deal is.

So now we’re here. In Vor Thormil. Surrounded by a bunch of batshit insane giants, about to sneak into the palace of tippy-top most batshit insane ruler they have, Queen Connomae. And that’s… great. Yeah…

Hey… Frosty, can I level with you for a second?… I’m really, really scared.

I mean I always wanted to come down here and beat their ugly faces in, but I was supposed to be, like super strong, you know? I mean, they killed Mom and Dad, who were the strongest after Grandma. I’m the weakest in the whole Guard, Frosty, and everyone knows it!

I just know I’m gonna get them all killed. I already screwed up by being too obvious when I was looking for our contact. Now they know I’m here. They’re gonna kill me, just like they killed my parents. What am I gonna do, Frostnip? I don’t know what to do…

Letters to Frostnip #8
The Great City Recap

Heya Frosty!

Man, it’s been a while… since I TOTALLY SAVED YOU LIKE A BOSS! Remember that? Yeah, I’m awesome.

Since we left the Feywild, there have been some changes to the ol’ Feyblade roster. Paroom had to leave and Battosai took off for good, so it’s just down to the four of us really- me (the leader, natch), Falcor, Brandis, and Arja. That’s okay though, cause we were the cool kids anyway. All those wanna-be members just weren’t good enough.

So! After we got back and everything, we got told there was some kind of supply problem from the Othonian side. Apparently shipments of magic items weren’t coming in the way they were supposed to. (And I NEEDS my magic items. They hurt my enemies and protect my sexy, sexy face from harm). Naturally, we were the only people badass enough to check it out and survive, so we headed to Amadora.

When we got there (it still takes forever to get anywhere in the human world. Well it’s not so much that it takes forever, it’s just that trips are SO BORING) we found that the teleport circles to the Great City were being blocked somehow. We also ran into someone from Falcor’s past, some kind of circus-master/adventurer guy. I think his name was Mordecai? Methuseleh? I know it started with an M…Oh well. Look, that part was boring, anyway. M-guy got kidnapped, we had to go save him, and some demons and their master got the great honor of a no-holds barred ass kicking, delivered by me, in person. I autographed their ugly faces for posterity.

The important thing we learned is that there is a FREAKING SPACESHIP just sitting in the town. It’s for sale and everything. I recently got to fly one (I’m getting there), and I want it SO BADLY. In recognition of destiny, I’ve started giving myself the title of Space Pirate, just so it’s easy to say when it eventually happens.

More boring stuff happened, and then we finally arrived at the Great City.Sir ZZ Top (not Mixmaster Z, his son…or nephew or something, it’s not important) was waiting for us, and told us what went down. The King died, and now it’s basically civil war between the Zealands on one side, and the Emory family on the other. Lord Emory is douchebag, and apparently, his son is an even bigger douchebag. So, of course, we’re gonna tip the balance for Mixmaster Z. Of course, when I heard Civil war, I imagined bodies in the streets, fighting all over the place- you know, like Mithrendain that time the Cat Lord pantsed Lord Oran in front of the whole court (Holy Crap that whole thing was hilarious. I still can’t believe he went through with that dare). But actually, the human city is pretty calm. The rocket trams (ROCKET TRAMS! -So fun to say) run on time and everything.

So yeah, actually it was pretty calm. We found out the source of the teleport interference is coming from some device under the Guard Barracks, and if we take it out, we win. So we’re gonna do that. We have a bunch of threads we’re chasing, I’m sure the final plan is gonna be AMAZING. But again, the really important thing here is that as the result of one of those threads, I got to drive a spelljammer ship that was caught in the harbor when the town defenses went up. And THAT Frosty, was ten-gallons of fun in a five-gallon drum. I can’t really describe it…try to imagine suddenly being a few hundred feet long and four times faster than you are now. Oh, and you can go farther than five feet above a surface for more than a few seconds.

Now here’s the thing- they need a permanent pilot, since their old one died. And while I’m really, really, REALLY tempted, I already have my eye on that ship in Amadora. I’ve got my own crew, and Space Pirate Snapdragon is destined to be Captain of his own ship. So, if you know anyone in the Guard who would be down for Crazy Space Adventures and can get Grandma to sign off on it, send them out here. They better be prepared to not come back for a while though, these guys get around, apparently.

Anyway, gotta go.

Flying giant spelljammer ships and being generally too cool for school,


Letters to Frostnip #7
Recapping Sessions 11, 12, & 13

Heya Frosty.

Well, I’m headed back. Not sure why I’m writing this when I’m just gonna tell you all about it when I get there. Habit maybe?

Anyway, we totally got Gark, man! The Great Goober is now pantsless. But it wasn’t easy, first we had to get there. The rest of the team didn’t get us off to a great start, getting captured by this T’Kazod guy, who said he was some kind of Emissary for the Great Gark. At first they thought he might be alright, but he turned out to be lying and poisoned the team. Not me of course. I’m too awesome to be captured.

So we convinced Roger and Ret, two of his lackeys, to betray him (natch, they ARE goblins, after all) and wrecked him. Roger didn’t seem very trustworthy, so we left him in the mortal world while using some weird ritual to teleport to Nocturne.

We got ambushed the moment we arrived, but it was cool because we’re awesome and we roffle-stomped their ugly goblin faces. Then we met Batogar, one of His Royal Frostbitten Gonads’ minions in Nocturne (who knew, right?). We faked our way into the city. I pretended to be a slaver, or rather, Barleyrice did. (Dude, you have to let me know if anyone from Nocturne ever comes looking for him. Like, seriously, get Pinebark to take dictation or something, because that conversation is going to be LEGENDARY!)

We snuck into the palace through some nasty-ass goblin sewers (I can still smell it when I close my eyyyyyyyyeees) and we almost died fighting all the guards that showed up when I tripped the alarm basically sleep-walked through stealing the pants. The coolest part is how we got out, though. It turns out Hawkthorn was there (was he a prisoner? It’s hard to say). Anywho, he teleported through some kind of portal to the Feydark. We tried to follow him through, but ended up back in the old elven ruin where we fought that one cultist guy and got the Hand of Vor Thormil (seems like forever ago, right?).

So we totally had the pants, and were all like “Hell yeah! We rule!” when we realized Gark (whose real name is Jareth, apparently) knew we were from Darkwoods Crossing, and we might totally have just started a war (just like old times, right?). So we got back to the city to figure out our next move, I got your letter, annnnd now I’m coming back. Which will be…great. Yeah. Oh, and this mortal guy named Vincent that we rescued back in Shal’d insisted on coming along. So that should be fun.

Anyway, see you when I get there. That really will be nice.


Letter to Snapdragon #2

A letter arrives for Snapdragon, Leafcrackle this time let it be (but it does smell funny):

Hey Snapdragon,

Grandma says that, if you guys have anything related to Vor Thomil, she really needs to see it as soon as possible in Mithrendain. She tried to summon you directly but something about a troll’s bone and being in the Feydark and won’t your powers stop working. I dunno, sounds like you’re having fun!

But, yeah, she also wants you to bring back whomever you’re working with to tell them something. Something about “Arya” and being of humans descended from the Feywild. I didn’t know that happened. So, yeah, at least bring her if you can. The easiest way this time of year is to go up the river and into Mount Hummingbird – the place is supposed to be a natural conduit. You can all just fly up the river no problem but bandits better watch out for you!

Oh, right, yeah, the city is kind of under siege. Not so much an army as lots and lots of spiders that eat people if they try to leave the City. Not sure why they’re not trying to get to the big tunnel we’re not allowed near. So Grandma has declared the City closed off and gates closed until the Guard takes care of the issue. As a member of the Elite Guard, you’ll be able to just fly over the walls and Grandma’s protections will let you through. Then I can give you some guest badges for your friends. Don’t kill too many spiders on your way in – I want to make Lieutenant some day!

I think that’s everything. Looking forward to seeing you and hearing more of your stories – letters are not the same as hearing them in person! I hope you can stay. -Frostnip

Letters to Frostnip #6
Recapping Sessions 9 & 10

Heya Frosty!

I got your letter! Hi Grandma. Aw man, I don’t know about an Eaglethorn, but Hawkthorn totally turned out to be a traitor! He took off back to the Feywild with three of the Vor Thomil Artifacts, the sword, the shield and the hand. We’ve still got the eye, though.

So to back up a bit, little girls were totally rescued, evil douchenozzles were pwned with great righteousness, and all was set right in the city of Shal’d. And it turns out Arja was like a princess or something, but she’s keeping it secret, so don’t tell any mortals. Oh, and that jerk Tattyboggle got away again. Man, I really hate that guy.

So we finally get back to Darkwoods Crossing, and it turns out the His Royal Grumpiness the Prince of Frost left a message for me. I’m supposed to go beat the crap out of the Great Gark. Now, I know what your thinking- that guy is super bad news, and he’s supposed to be pretty tough, but don’t worry, I’m sure our Great Lord Pooper of Parties wouldn’t have sent me if he didn’t think I could totally do it. Besides there’s all these new people who are helping! You remember Paroom and Paloom, those two guys from the Raven Queen Temple? They’re here, along with some other guy named Moshi Batosai, who is apparently dead.

Anywho, they joined up with the Feyblades and we’re heading south towards a portal in somewhere call the Darklands. We ran into another goblin patrol on our way there. I have to say, I’m kind of worried about our chances of taking on Gark when this random patrol nearly murdered us all this group kicks so much ass that we will probably sleepwalk through destroying Gark’s entire court.

Oh, about Anansi, watch out for that guy, he’s tricky with his lightning magic. So…uh…stay safe and…you know…stuff. Anyway, gotta go!

Totally not worried about everyone back in Mithrendain,

Introducing Batosai
"Theory of a Dead Man"

Awake. You are commanded. The voice was definitely male, but otherwise the man did not recognize it.

“Oof, my head. Where am I?” The man said in a gravelly, deep voice. Or perhaps he merely thought it. It was hard to tell. The shugenja thought his eyes were open, but all he could see was darkness.

A difficult question, a second, distinctly female voice replied, as technically you’re not anywhere in particular. I suppose you would call it the afterlife.

“You’re saying I’m dead? That doesn’t make any sense, I’d remember something like that.” The shugenja was completely confident in his logic, but he sensed that the second voice was both amused and perplexed.

Take it from me. You are most definitely dead, the first voice replied.

“If I’m dead, what am I doing here? Shouldn’t I be in Yomi? No, I’m pretty sure I’m just asleep or something. I’ll wake up any time now.” Now he got the sense of befuddlement from the first voice and muffled amusement from the second.

I didn’t think he’d be this clueless, the second voice said to the first one.

Hey, you wanted one who’d take the news better, the first replied. I guarantee it won’t phase this guy.

“I get the feeling I’m missing some context, here.” The shugenja was becoming less confident the voices were wrong. They seemed quite sure he was dead.

A great deal of context, actually. But no matter. I have a task for you, and to accomplish that task you shall be returned to life, of a sort, the second voice explained.

“Oh. So I’m going to be an ancestor?” The shugenja was vaguely pleased at the thought of being an ancestor, although he couldn’t remember for the life of him who he’d be an ancestor to. “Dispersing my wisdom and knowledge to those who came after? That sounds good. I must have been someone important to receive such an honor.”

Ah, not exactly- The first voice tried to interject, but the sorcerer was off and running with the thought.

“Say, how did I die, anyway? Was it in a great battle? I bet it was. That sounds right. Yeah, a great battle where I fought valiantly, but fell surrounded by the bodies of my enemies. And the people would say ‘Poor brave…uh…me’ …huh…what was my name, again?” The shugenja stopped, puzzled. He couldn’t remember his name at all.

You shall be Batosai, the Man-Slayer. The second voice replied.

Make that Moshi Batosai, The first voice added. And don’t worry about your previous life. Trust me, you’re better off not knowing.

“That sounds fair,” Batosai agreed. “Now what?”

The first voice replied, somewhat irritated, Now you do what I said the first time and…AWAKE.

And Moshi Batosai woke up.

“Well now, this be a fine predicament. ’Tis not every day I take me morning stroll on the beach and find a man sprawled on the sands like a landed fish. Who be ye, lad?” The man who spoke was older and wore Mantis clan colors. He wore fine, well-tailored robes and had an affable air about him, but for all that it was instantly obvious he was not a person to be trifled with.

“My name is Moshi Batosai, and…uh…I’m pretty sure I cast spells.” Batosai flicked one of his hands experimentally, and sure enough, a bolt of lightning lept from his fingertips, scorching an unoffending piece of driftwood.

“Jumpin’ mermaids, lad, watch where ye be shootin’ that stuff! Yer liable to hurt somebody!” The man in the robes jumped back, though he seemed more surprised than worried.

“That must be why they called me the Man-Slayer,” Batosai replied. “But I’m not planning to do any slaying today. I…uh…I’m not in the mood.” Batosai was pleased that he’d covered for his complete lack of anything approaching a plan. Or knowledge of what it was he was supposed to be doing.

“Aye, lad, well might it be that ye be planning on acquiring some clothing? As right at the moment, ye not be havin’ any. Also, ye seem a mite pale,” the old man said, one eyebrow cocked at an inquisitive angle.

Batosai had not realised until this moment that he had no clothes. Or possessions of any sort. It was odd. He didn’t feel cold. But old habits die hard, and he felt some alarm at the thought of walking around in this condition.

“Yeah, clothing sounds good. And as for the skin thing, it’s probably normal for people who’ve been raised from the dead. I think it’ll wear off.” Despite having no basis for such a pronouncement, Batosai was once again confident he was right.

“Hmm,” the old man seemed to consider him for a moment, then gave him a big, hearty smile. “Well lad, my name be Moshi Kurabu, and while I don’t be known as a great believer in charity, ye’ve appeared at the right time. As it happens, I just might have a deal for ye that’ll provide ye with clothes, and some weapons, too. Don’t worry lad, I’m sure we’ll find a way for ye to pay me back…”

Moshi Yoriko considered the two men in from of her and mentally groaned. When Kurabu had asked to present a new yojimbo, Yoriko should have known there was some kind of scam involved. It was Kurabu , after all. The man was incorrigible.

“And that be the tale of how I found this poor, lost member of our family, Yoriko-sama. So of course, I had to take him in.”

Kurabu finished his introduction, smiling with that wide, innocent eyed grin of his. Yoriko again cursed the day she’d been made Moshi family daimyo in New Rokugan. Dealing with Kurabu simply wasn’t worth it. Yoriko gave Kurabu a long look, glanced at Batosai, then back to Kurabu. Finally, she sighed. “Kurabu-san, is this man dead?”

“What? No, he’s just been indoors a lot lately.” Kurabu gave another smile.

“I’m probably an ancestor,” Batosai added helpfully.

“He’s probably an ancestor,” Kurabu agreed, changing tack on a dime.

“Enough. Look, just keep him away from the capital, alright? I don’t need the other clans asking why we’ve got a revenant member.” Yoriko put her head in her hands. “You’re dismissed, Batosai-san. Kurabu-san, you stay.”

Batosai walked out to wait in the hall, pleased he had done so well.

“Kurabu, what are you planning?” the daimyo asked in a tired voice.

“It really be this simple. There be events afoot in Darkwood Crossing that I think it be best to be keepin’ a weather eye on. This lad be useful, unknown, and if it comes to that, expendable. He be a perfect way to keep tabs on the place. Plus, I’ve seen his magic. He’s actually pretty good. Might even earn that nickname he keeps usin’,” Kurabu said, speaking frankly.

“I can’t deny that Fuchida-san’s reports have been…worrying.” Yoriko frowned, considering.

“Trust me on this one, Yoriko. It be the right move, and I’ll be takin’ responsibility for him.”

Yoriko leaned back and shrugged. “Alright, you have my permission. Just…try not to let things get out of hand, okay?”

Our Story So Far...
Cliff-notes for new players

After years of not talking to each other/war, the Kingdoms of Othonia and New Rokugan decided to give peace a try and worked out a deal for neutral trade city to be established between their two borders. Lord Zealand and Master Phung (and others, to a lesser extent), are in charge of this town. Our heroes have been given various dangerous tasks to perform in this area and along the way have come across a set of powerful magic Artifacts of the Fomorian City of Vor Thomil. The party has learned that these five artifacts- a sword, a shield, a hand, an eye, and a mouth -were in use during the previous war between Othonia and New Rokugan. However, an unknown God (maybe the Raven Queen) appears to have scattered them across the land and torn the memory of their use from the minds of men to prevent them from being used together again.

Unfortunately, it seems Dark Powers are on the move. Two henchmen of an unknown Archfey, Tatty Boggle and Anansi have been found trying to gather the various artifacts. Though defeated by the party a number of times, the two have proven difficult to defeat for good due to their ability to dissolve into an invincible swarm of tiny insects as a last-ditch escape move.

At one point the group had the sword, the hand and the shield, but it seems Hawkthorn may have betrayed the party and taken those items back with him to his unknown master among the Unseelie fey.

The group has recently acquired the Eye, and thanks to a letter received by Snapdragon, it seems likely that the mouth may be in the secret possession of Princess Hellebore in the Feywild, as Anansi recently launched an attack on her vault. Snapdragon is worried about his home, and will likely be trying to go back there if possible…


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