Legend Of The Primordial Essence

Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.

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A Gathering of WTF Porportions

In a quiet tavern in Wisdyne, a small group of travelers found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. A gnome, a dwarf, an eladrin, and a tiefling sat, drinking or socializing, all complete strangers in the Jolly Crow tavern, when a small band of kobolds attacked. After slaying the monsters, the barkeep, a burly human by the name of Benjamin Hoff, offered them a reward for putting an end to the menace. After interrogating one kobold left alive, the group set off towards the north.

Traveling through the woods, each member introduced themselves, except for the mysterious tiefling. An ambush proved of little success as the party vanquished their foes with ease. One kobold was again spared for a time, a rather…”special” kobold. Soon, the party reached the edge of the woods and saw a stout castle, with banners waving the vicious symbol of Tiamat. After a long stakeout, Graven moved forward and bashed the door open, leading the party into the dungeon below.

A small horde of Kobolds led by a war shaman confronted them throughout the dungeon, but the party stood firm. In the shaman’s chamber, a closed room revealed two more adventurers, a half-elf rogue named Ellamin and a dragonborn ranger named Bashir. Finding a secret passage inside the room, the team descended a platform with strange, almost maddening music to accompany their trip.

Finally they reached the bottom, winding through a tunnel into a cavern that housed a young white dragon! Reacting boldy, the party managed to slay the chromatic beast, claiming its horde as their own. There was also a small parchment rolled up amidst the gold. Unfurling it, the party recognized the symbol of the Primordial Essence, which they all had heard of, just never discussed.

And so, the party moves onward, knowing of a scholar who might be versed in the ancient text written on the parchment…

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Welcome Home

The party traveled into the enormous cave, Graven leading proudly. No sooner had they entered that they were attacked by a small pack of orcs. Dispatching of them quickly, Graven saw the guardians of the doors both killed. The group quickly hurried into the town, seeing it burned and razed with no one to be found. More orcs jumped out from cover and charged the team. After the battle, the party moved on to Graven’s home.

The small cottage was in shambles. Inside, Graven found a note from one of his sons, stating he was off to save the clan. With grim determination, Graven marched towards the lesser-known caverns he had wandered as a child. Facing gelatanous cubes and countless orcs, the team had made their way deep into the tunnels. The rogue crept futher along to scout ahead to find a large force of orcs setting up camp.

Unknowing of the ranger following him, a simple query caused the rogue to yelp, alerting the orcs to their presence. A desperate battle ensued, with the orc chieftan stepping in, the head of Graven’s only daughter strapped to his belt. With a righteous fury, Graven smashed through the opposition and attacked the chieftan, felling him in a matter of a few hammer blows. After dispatching the rest of the orcs, the group freed the clan, and the clan welcomed home their heroes.

After greetings were over, the shaman of their clan approached Graven and offered a reversal of his daughter’s death, should he find a phoenix feather, rumored to be within a dragon’s treasure horde. With a renewed hope, the party, now calling itself “Big Damn Heroes” at Graven’s insistence, ventured into forgotten passages in search of an ancient horde…

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