Our wierdly insane Game-master has created this campaign curently running on it's third year called
"Ayla"
(or the mayor did it!)


The road to success is long and hard, and in our case - paved with bodies.

When we set out we were but innocent and young at heart, but alas, that soon changed.

As I write this I can hardly remember what the first days were like.

There are only two of our original group left, some of the others have succumbed to a fate worse then death and some are merely missing, N'grof our troll warrior went into the ruins of Parlainth although several of us warned him against it. Several days later we found his chain mail torn to shreds along with some of his belongings. I can only hope for him that he is dead, and not some horrors toy.

Our windling elementalist Ladin got very ill while we where exploring the Servos Jungle and we had to leave him at a fortified trading post near Lake Ban, although he was a nuisance he will be missed. We have never heard from him since although we have made several inquiries, he was last seen leaving the trading post north to Throal.

But I have not lost hope yet. Our new companions seems promising although I'm watching Ramling very carefully (I'm not sure our little "incident" was entirely accidental), but I must say I would rather prefer to have him with me then against me!

But enough rambling (snicker).

I remember when I first got aquatinted with this merry band, many, many years ago . . .