A few years ago, my friends and I started a D&D campaign. It was a blast. We kept it going for several years. Not only was it my first time DMing, but everyone’s first time playing Dungeons and Dragons. We started with the Mines of Phandelver module, but then it morphed into our own story along the way, a story we continued well past the completion of the module. At some point, I thought it’d be fun to do write-ups on our adventures. So here they are. Each entry below is more or less what happened in each session.
Having thwarted The Black Spider’s claim to the Forge of Spells and Wave Echo Cave, our band of heroes continue their adventurers across Faerûn.
Back at Donnelly’s “Umm… is he okay?” “He’ll be fine,” Lilvari replied. “Yeah, okay well, he’s bleeding all over my floor. I don’t want to sound like a jerk, but do you think you can…” The young woman nodded over to the direction of Nazzeth who was face down on the floor. Many of Nazzeth’s…
The black dragon stared down at Dare with both amusement and curiosity. Though the chamber they stood in was enormous, the tremendous size of the dragon made it seem as if there was no room at all — no room to move; no room to breathe. Dare risked a quick glance upward past the dragon…
Hallway of Death “What do we do?” Dare shouted over the explosive sound of stone slamming down on stone. He was holding his thigh. Blood trickled through his fingers and down his leg. Ahead of him was the hallway lined with whirring blades. Behind him, the stone wall edged ever closer. “Any ideas?” “I have…
Onward to Maykle They awoke at first light — cramped and sore from spending the night inside the small secret room — and were eager to be on their way to Maykle. Hopefully, today’s journey wouldn’t be as bad as yesterday’s. Mystic sat next to the chest in the middle of the ten-by-ten room, lost…
Watch Your Step “What is this place?” Mystic asked. They were on the ground floor of a cylindrical tower made of dark stone. Not a single source of light could be seen, yet the tower was still dimly lit. It was as if the natural daylight from outside permeated the bricks themselves. “Not sure,” Nazzeth…
Beware The Shroud “From what’s left of him, I’d say it’s Yesper.” Dare opened his eyes. The words were distant, yet his keen sense of hearing picked them up easily. At first, he didn’t quite remember where he was. Weak light shined in through boarded up windows. A little more than a dozen men, women…
Madam Eva and the Tarokka Weapons raised, the Vistani edged closer to Team Ramrod. At the last moment, a familiar voice called out. “At ease my friends. These are my guests.” All eyes turned to a tall, ropy man with tied-back black hair and a pointed goatee. Like the others, he was dressed in bright…
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Tim H. McEnroe 