Thori recognized the chant. It is one he has heard many times before. Liike his nightmare coming into the world from the deepest recesses of his mind. Hearing the screams of women and children only reminded Thori of what had befallen his own community. But, this time was different. This time he was present and armed. The goblins picked a bad day to raid Sandpoint, and even though he owed this town nothing, for Torag and for his family, he would stand with these people and defend them. Each woman crying for help was his sister, and every man fighting for his life was his brother. He had failed them once, but not this time.

Thori looked at his brother Bori with a knowing nod. And what followed after was a whistling sound in the air, as Thori unleashed his Dorn-Dergar, the chain weapon of dwarves who seek vengeance. It is said the chain sings, to call the foes of dwarves out to fight. It screams with anger over injustice done to family. It will be the last sound these goblins will hear. Thori shouted, “Goblins brother! Today we send them to the grave, where our ancestors can kill them again!”

The house is empty.

It’s silent.

And empty.

He walks through the house, as he had recently, and so much longer ago.

It hadn’t changed, even after all that had happened.

But he had.

He had changed so much.

He had been so happy to come back, but…

There it was again. The crying. It sounded like her, but it couldn’t be…..It can’t be. It..Can it?

He awoke with a start. It took him a second to remember where it was. Right, he had come for the festival. It was today….yes. He should get ready. It promised to be a long day…..

Six figures sit around a table.

“Is he even coming?”

“That bastard, I bet this is some kind of trick…”

As though responding to his words, a man enters the room. He is clad in green robes and carries a staff-like weapon. He enters the room silently and surveys the figure seated around him. Like he, they represent the most powerful members of his society. A society that now is at risk.

“An event is coming. An event that will cause the fall of everything we know. All will be washed away in fire and flood and our kingdom will be no more.” His face does not tell if this troubles or excites him.

“I, for one, don’t intend for my story to end here. It is well within the reach of each of us to protect ourselves against this cataclysm and re-emerge at a time when it is safer. And at that time, Thassilon will be reborn.”

During the spring season, the people of many smaller communities dedicate festivities and meals to Gozreh, in hopes that he will bring about favorable rain for plentiful crops.

If anyone is from Sandpoint, describe how your character might celebrate or observe Firstbloom.

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.