Welcome to The Chosen's journals. Each character is invited to keep a journal and write down the thoughts of their characters as they wander through Nyternia. In addition, the DM has a journal which highlights each session. The players are:

Blink - monk Errol - bard
Kestrel - fighter Malif - wizard
Vaugner - rogue Vernon - cleric/sorcerer


Choose a journal:   Select a session:


Vaugner's Journal, session #24
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So we clearly cannot tacticly acomplish shit. We stumble in, fireball and chop whatever we can to pieces, leave when we are near dead, and have not yet figured out that everything in the universe goes and gets reinforcements. One of these days perhaps we will learn, but until then we will get nowhere. Even though our average intelligence is well above normal (or so we were told), it seems clear to me that we are so much less organized and smart than even the creatures and people who have chosen to live in "the wild west" of the world as we know it.

So at last we will now go and try to kill the lyvanthropes in their home lair. Perhaps this rare dispay of strategy will result in some booty for the party, but I doubt it.