The Merry Days of Dolmenwood

  First off, an out-of-game note---I broke my wrist two weeks ago (splintered the radius, my hand was flopping on the end of my arm like a jester's rubber bladder), and as such, typing is a REAL ordeal in my splint. Because of this, the last game we had scheduled was cancelled, and the session report for tonight's game may be a bit terser than usual. :) Bear with me, I'm doing the best I can! We revisit our adventurers on the morning of the 2nd of Haelhold. It is a drizzly morning. First thing, a young crier comes from the court, to formalize the terms of Sherbert's duel to first blood vs. a noble named Shagdore Snidebleat... Mowianne signs as Sherbert's second, learning Shagdore's second is somebody named Gripe Hwodlow. Meowianne and Sherbert plan on visiting Commander Abelwright to get more of Meowianne's HP healed, and then carousing again in the evening. Glad enlists Ddane to prepare for a Griffin hunt, that the two hope to conduct on their own, to try a...

The figure of a respectable, chestnut-furred longhorn man in a tweed and velvet smoking jacket thrust itself between Sir Glad and Sherbert, and said--- But first, we looked back to when Sir Glad arrived at High Hankle in the first place, before he'd met the others. Sir Glad had travelled west from Castle Brackenwold along Camp Road to the Woodcutter's Encampment, ferrying from there down the Lower Hameth to Dreg, and from there over to Lankshorn and then High Hankle, searching adventure. At High Hankle, he made sure to stop at The Chantry, knowing its old history as an inn exclusively for travelling clergy. There he met Sandrine Candlewick, and learned the story of her old ancestor, Abygail Grynn. This is the first of multiple possible adventures the group learned of tonight, and as such will be bullet-pointed. Abygail Grynn - Young woman seen by her fellow pilgrims to be lifted up into heaven as though by angel wings after a whole night praying at the crest of a hill. Reported...