The Maefynwes have their confrontation about Aracyne’s adventuring and certain set of skills. Everyone else has to awkwardly overhear it in the next room. And then: long late-night chats! It’s like a slumber party, except not at all like that. Wealthy uses her word of the day. Vons remembers to read his sign. Grickx pitches…

Sometimes you just want to have a nice day of research and then something comes along and ruins it. Deadlines, books being checked out, erroneous citations, someone fucking up on accident… There’s all sorts of thrilling possibilities! Vons gets in the gravy. Wealthy’s really out of it, man. Grickx delves into the secrets of the…

During an apocalyptic storm the party turns to the true struggle: answering an unsolvable philosophical question being asked by a cold, calculating, terrifying patriarch. Honestly, they might rather be back outside. At least killing that shadowy giant bird was straightforward. Sort of. Maybe that’s where the secret passage leads, if they’re lucky. Grickx mismeasures. Wealthy…

The storm still rages outside and traps the party in the Maefynwe estate, a gilded cage if there ever was one. Full of treacherous snakes. Elf snakes? Snelfs? They’ll have to play it cool and keep their wits about them as they bond with the elder Maefynwes and try to find out everything they can…

The party holes up at the Maefynwe estate as the storm howls outside and the lockdown continues. They might be stuck, but there’s an investigation to do and with a little ingenuity they could crack the case and find Professor Jenkins. Or destroy a bunch of expensive stuff. Or both! Grickx is the host with…

Crammed into a small emergency bunker after barely escaping the storm with their lives, the party tries to figure out what to do next. Meanwhile, they search for more tolerable long-term shelter, and the lockdown drives them to get at each others’ throats. Wealthy doesn’t want to go, but she can’t stay here. Vons has…

On the outside of the Arx during a howling storm, the party tries to take down an enormous bird-creature made of shadow that falls off of it like smoke as it threatens to shred the party to pieces. On top of that it already has Vons in its grip, Wealthy’s having a little bleeding out…

The party risks life and limb as they try to find Grickx on the outside of the Arx during a storm. Through driving rain, harsh winds, and killer corrupted creatures, nothing will stop them from reaching their friend. Hopefully. Grickx taunts a bird. Vons gets a grip. Aracyne only has one knife. Wealthy drops something.…