You traveled a bit and came upon a group of bandits riding along the road. You followed them at a distance and they led you to what you knew had to be the Stag Lord's fortress, perched on a hill overlooking the rolling plains you've been reconnoitering for days in the cold Gozran drizzle. Using…

At the risk of triggering the somewhat brave (but definitely speedy) adventurers who experienced the tale, allow me to recap: Having left the company of Perlivash and Tig-Titter-Tut in our previous session, a session which also saw a cursed druid/bear attack and a ruined temple made sacred again, our intrepid group checked out said temple…

You met Bokken, a high-strung alchemist with gardens and an unknown number of cats. He was friendly enough, and he sold you a few potions. He mentioned his brother, Kurmil, who in the past beat their mother and cut off one of Bokken's fingers. He'd like him captured and brought to justice. Also, he suggested…