Clover's Log Nyx received Brendel’s message to meet us at a hotel rather than Oman’s house in case the angel is still tailing us. When she arrives, she has been tailed, but not by an angel. Some stinky fog creature has attached itself to her, and we all race outside to be rid of the smell. With that taken care of, we retreat to our room and share all that’s happened over the last day, which feels more like months. After we finally get a nice, long rest, Oman sneaks away with

Intense heat licks at Clover’s fur as she dives out of the fireball’s path with only inches to spare. The others are not so lucky. A battered Nyx smolders in the road, unconscious. Keys is on his feet but looking rougher by the second. Knowing the angel won’t stop until they’re all dead, Clover makes a choice. Ignoring the agony in every step, she launches herself back at the seething celestial, channeling all the ki she can muster. She strikes. The angel seizes, incapacita

Willow’s First Adventure The Church has assigned me two bodyguards—dwarf twins named Basket and Weaver—while I track down the missing merchant they are keen to talk to: Takkar d’Lyre. They’re a little too bloodthirsty for my liking, but I need the info this job will lead to. The brothers are pretty violent, too. My current lead is the notorious Boss Hollen, but as we are approaching his office in the Darkheart, another group of capable-looking adventurers is leaving looking

The air is clear on the elevated road halfway between Divot and the intersection, the afternoon light glinting off Keys as he scans the distance. Nyx fidgets across the way, tucked into a pullout area as she goes over the plan in her head, likely still conjuring contingencies, optimizing scenarios. Clover watches the sorcerer’s fingers dance for a moment before returning her attention to the road. Any oncoming caravan will have to pass right by them, but they still have littl