The Merry Days of Dolmenwood

The morning broke hot and humid over the lands of the southern Dolmenwood, and the plains below. The party, laden to a ridiculous extent, labored along the edge of the wood until they came to the Capring Road, and struck south. The sun was setting by the time they gained the Inn of the Tankards, sitting comfortably at the crossroads of the Tankard, Capring, and Bove's Roads, as well as the disused Ditchway path that meandered off to the east. Under the humid sunset skies, Sir Glad threw open the door to the inn. My early preliminary sketch of The Inn of the Tankards, and it's grounds Inside, the commons rooms were packed. Jovial mirth and laughter spilled from the open door. A fire crackled in the hearth, where a Bard was singing a long ballad of St. Clewyd and Sallowbryg, the evil atacorn. Crump was rushing back and forth between tables, serving ales and dinners to the motley patrons, while Nelga ran back and forth from the bar to the kitchens, a crimped, disapproving stare o...

  GM Interlude: The first thing done was a retcon rules clarification. Today, I printed out Dolmenwood Calendars, both for me and for the players. Upon looking at the calendar for Lillipythe, I realized that on our first session I'd somehow accidentally transposed us back a week. Meaning, we started on the 13th, Eggfast, the Feast of St. Torphia , only the Feast of St. Torphia doean't actually happen until Eggfast, the 20th. So, we quickly moved out dates forward. It was the 23rd, NOT the 16th, that the party passed through the candle-barrier in the lower crypt of Sir Chyde's tomb. Back to the game! The players, led by the hulking troll, Grimmlegridge with his goblin overlord, Griddlegrim on his back, entered the tower of Princess Snowfall-at-Dusk. The room they entered was roughly half a circle, with enclosed stairs winding upward to their left, a tall dark-oak paneled wall before them with a small wooden door, a fireplace (with burning icicle 'logs', with blue fli...