Session 38 (St. Bedici) - Gargoyled!

It was whilst the boredom of waiting upon that priggish burglar that the holy ghost moved within the corrupt paladin and myself. But him first, my hand to the old gods!

He stumbled out into the muck as a drunken sailor on shore leave to fetch a sheepskin perhaps spent or not... and was promptly nearly eaten alive in one gooble by the largest swamp dragon we've ever seen. Crackles erupted fore and aft. But I dismounted in turn with the dwarvish dwarf in lock step with that airy hedge, and the battle began. Somehow it was my Flail I'm sure that slay the beast! And while the paladin dragged his next dine ashore I laid my hands on myself and him! Glory!

And just in time for the fair burglar and fey magician squealed from afar about a bridge not worth taking or not taking afore testing or some nonsense and the commotion was great, ere I led my ass to be tied soundly as to not buck or bray at the fuss.

Refusing historically sound water travel by barrel, in meantime, a log had been lain and  like lazy lumberjacks played crossing games. In twos they straddled the topsy turvy pole and made landfall beyond at the obvious door.

Twas then sight became sound and those peering Gargoyles gave flight and strafed at the earth beneath us! A sanctuary surrounded me at once and I stand ready for their returns.

Session 37 (Bede) - Sore Thumbs

Assuming that the three separate groups of robbers that have plagued our merry band at each furlong had a retreating warning scout, our gallivant is widely known, most likely all the way to the keep itself. None of our nightly discomforts were necessary, the hard ground and pounding rain have only soured our resolve, possibly even the paladin's sanity.

But no matter now, the deed is done and here we are, wet, tired, and wounded, with no silver to show for it. And the hedge knight's discovery of the spidery monogram bodes ill (for some) indeed. This slippery magician has the right idea, I too will lean back and watch fate unfold before us.

Session 33 (Auziwandilaz) - Hand of Disillusion

The Protector protected,
And told his tiresome tale anew.
I see the Darkness,
As the crushed lotus leaves have long knew.

Session 33 (Valkomen Gimilzor) with holy water I save the Magi Phelan Duncan

Only 2 Survive the Original Group sent down in here!  We find them just after they had a battle against a demon.  As a Paladin I have been trained to ignore such fears.  However the truth is we are over matched here.  The enemy is to great.  The first opponent we meet.  My sword made by the best blacksmith in the castle does nothing.  The sword passed through the fell beast.  Later a giant arm comes out of the summoning circle and grabs the Magi.  It is dragging him to the fire.  I can seemingly do nothing.  

Then I remember the vials of Holy Water I was given.  One vial was enough to get the hand to release him.  This battle is barely over and we hear doors opening. More monsters coming at us. Soon they will be at out throats. Yet again we all have a close call with death.  We capture one and he tells us some things.  We know where she is now.  

We need time to rest and heal.  So much horror in one day.  Ancient Trees grant me strength.

Valkomen Gimilzor Paladin, Knight of the Full Moon

Session 31 (Toutorix) - As I Lay Dying

Of Dust on Grass, On Sand over Stone, mine eyes wept.
As Barbarian rubbed Fleck and Dredge over Pre-Potioned flesh.
And As Magic mends bone,
 As Potion 'geals innards,
 As Prayer steels heart,
The sinewy beast became Shaman, remembering the ghosts of his peoples,
The wanderers of frozen tundra, and their knowledge of nature's intricate puzzle.
Aye, I wept, cast aside with very last breaths, thinking without voice, Ho! brother
As I Lay Dying.

Session 30 (Toutorix) - A Warning Sent

The dangers lay below us. We rested upon evil itself.
 This tower was overtaken. How long she would let us dally about was answered this day.
 A sense overcame me and I took her Barbarian captive to scout the exterior.
 Her signs were easy to read. Her message was clear.
 Quickly we tried to barricade but it was too late.
 Her ice spiders overcame us. But we drove them back.
 Either to their deaths or back to the tundra with our message -
 She will die by our hands. We come for her now.