The Graveyard

 




  • Gramorr
    • Played by No, died in 3rd session, 3-30-2026 real time, on the 15th of Lillipythe game time.
    • 1st level thief with permanently (and recently) disabled left arm.
    • Torn to pieces in a bloody splatter by two enormous, enchanted stone hounds (WD room 12)
  • Perrin Ashbone
    • Played by Ti, died in 4th session, 04-07-26 real time, on the 15th of Lillypythe game time.
    • 1st level human enchanter. Perrin had hoped to find physical healing in the Dolmenwood. unfortunately, first his horse (and all his posessions) were stolen... and then his life was stolen as well.
    • Died in a coughing fit as mold spores tore his lungs to pieces. Coughed the flesh and blood up until he sank to the ground, dying in a crouch, with his forehead to the flagstones. 

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