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An epic close to this campaign’s humble start, these three sonnets detail Cyrils triumph, his fall, and the rise of our party as a new force of justice in the Kron Hills.

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Tall tales, whiskey and blood doth Mazy’s spray!  When clear’d espy those drinking at third place; home to Robert Footswift, Bob’s own table.  ‘Twixt tankards do spread crimes and plans most foul; those caught bragging catch the cutpurse’s pick.  Worse Bob himself may flay standing liars and cheats caught dressing the table in brass; dress [...]

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Tall tales, legends and blood doth Mazy’s spray!  When clear’d espy those drinking at third place; home to Robert Footswift, Bob’s own table.  ‘Twixt tankards do spread crimes and plans most foul; those caught bragging catch the cutpurse’s pick.  Worse Bob himself may flay standing liars and cheats caught dressing the table in brass; dress [...]

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Nine now there was to blaze the moathouse just, embolden’d by their new found fame they were! Tonguely and Zert, Rufus and Kai and Orr’n, Selaphora walking by and close, flank’d too by Luther brave head high and Moonleaf, returned by his good friends love. All these warden’d wide by a runners eye, Farthammer, of [...]

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Sore did his runner’s sense vex him, and Rufus could not haul but one box more.  “Cease!” cried he, “Forgotten have we the bane gone hiding past oil and debris?  Did not you see the Gnoll, slathering hungry?  Did not you hear the Other, the tongue to excite the Runner’s hope of glory in Giant [...]

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What treasure this? As Luther uncovered truths best buried his colleagues brought mystery to light! Beneath mounds of debris did the sweating crew find two doors, locked. Selaphora availed them of her dexterous cipher, but they would not yield. What mechanisms these.. Monsters! Alert! From darkness and silent door hinges did casually stroll hulking, growling [...]

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Oh how the ruts, tree roots, ponds and reeds of that long walk too and from the moathouse did resign the band to their fate. And oh how the horrors at its end would send them realing, injured, dying to the healing domestic powers of the village. Still they strove to unveil the mysteries of [...]

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Later would our feckless, fearless band, relaxed in the Grove of Jeroo, hear his deep soothing voice tell of the Colours: those that belonged in the world, and those that came From Beyond to smear the Material Planes their strange lifeless ochre.. Delving now, venturing below the rough hewn floor of the moathouse into darkness, [...]

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Enthused as if with the zeal of Cuthbert himself did our band remount the rotting bridge timbers to the moathouse. But therein the enemy, such as they knew it, had retreated, leaving naught but rats for their swords and baubles for their purses. So they turned to the seeming abandon of the keep’s audience chamber; [...]

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Reinforced by the enlistment of Rufus, the mysterious, wisecracking, vaguely California surfer seeming half-Elf brother of the slain Ruprecht, our doughty band returned to the fearsome pile of the moathouse. As if pressed already in battle the charged into each room. And so the battle pressed; Orin Acolyte, fallen, pierced by an enormous tick gorging [...]

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