Yggsburgh

Derringer arrives in Yggsburgh

Where can a dwarf get a drink in this place?

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Little Green Riding Cleric

Um… looks around in confusion and wonder so… what IS this place?!

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From Yggsburgh to Serpent Ridge
A page from Jeyya's diary

Dear Diary,

I made new friends and explored a haunted mine in Serpent Ridge.

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Back from the gutter, Hilaire has a proposition

Look, don’t worry about me – the liquor’s under control now. And whatsherface? Out of the picture.

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A conversation over ale: Derringer tells a tale of Serpent Ridge

A conversation over ale: Derringer tells a story of the Serpent Ridge, an altar to a Demon, bugbears and a thief

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From Son to Father

Danforth’s motto is “you can trust a man who writes a letter every day”. With that in mind, here’s his letter to his father, on liberating The Blue Torch Inn and uncovering Baglo’s scheme.

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Conversations on the road to Yggsburgh

After leaving Lone Heath far behind and setting off once again on the road to Yggsburgh, Brother Wesley engages his fellow travelers in conversation:

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A bloody mistake
A page from Obelix's diary

I’ve been traveling with my companions for many months now, and despite the many dangers we’ve run into, we’ve fared very well, until now. After our victories against the denizens of the mines under Serpent Ridge, we grew careless. Now, Warf and Robert Claire won’t be returning from our last expedition to the mines.

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We found Castle Zagyg
At least nobody died.

Jeyya’s Diary: 12th of Coldeven,

Dear Diary,

Well, no-body died. But just the ROAD to Castle Zagyg is scary. And I’ve been “outed”. We got some nice gems but … adventuring is turning out to be an intricate and dangerous ordeal. Like that bard said, ‘the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.’ I could use more thrilling victories.

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Menhir Manor Mayhem
For the Honor of a Daft Stonesmith

from the journal of Tarin, itinerant wizard-in-training

What a wonderful journey! Except for the centipedes. And the goblins, of course. And the tainted arrows. The wolves. The persistent, gnawing fear of being stalked in the forest. But if you let things like that get in the way, you’ll never go anywhere, will you?

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