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Milo detected another planar anomaly not far south of Tempered Vale, and, knowing what happened at the last planar gate, wanted to investigate right away. He guided the party a little ways into the foothills of the Watershed mountains, to a narrow, secluded box canyon. The planar energy was centered here, but diffuse, difficult to get a bead on, and no gate was apparent. Losing daylight, the party camped down for the night, in the relative luxury of the protective dome conjured by Echo. In the morning, things had changed. The canyon replaced by a cliffside cavern mouth, the snowy tundra landscape by a vast, featureless ocean. With little option, the party ventured deeper into the cave, and came upon a set of doors in limestone and green marble, adorned with bas-relief carvings of animals, monsters, and a stylized fountain icon. In an odd dialect of Celestial, Summerchild was able to read the inscription: Seekers of truths If you wish to learn my temple’s secrets First tell me you...

Thirteenth of First Seed, 836 P.S. Halfling monk Mojo, the warlocks Echo and Sweet Summerchild, the druid Tulgey and new roguish tabaxi ally XIII, followed rumours of some kind of combat arena recently built in the woods south of Drellin’s Ferry. It was well-attended, hosting a ladder of challenges called The Gauntlet , and the mysterious “Lady Dagger” was involved in the management. Eager to test their skill (and to get close to the figure linked to the Reavers of Wrath kidnappings) , the party signed up under the team name of The Paper Street Soap Company . The Hateful Eight The floor of the arena was manipulated by a druid to form different terrain, trap, and obstacle features. Eight goblins made use of the plentiful cover, but were dispatched quickly. Daemon Daemonium The terrain was mostly cleared, save for a row of chevaux de frise style spiked barriers. A horde of maw demons rushed the party. They could deal out some major damage, but were relatively easy to hit, and th...

We all received a mysterious message from R, indicating that someone benevolent or otherwise was keeping an eye out for our actions near the vale. We set out toward Witchcross hoping to make some headway in discovering the goings on with the mysterious hooded figures seen nearby. We heard from Lt. Greystone that forces near the fort were spread thin, and offered to stake out the clearing in hopes of catching the hooded figures in their nightly jaunts. Upon seeing us they split, running to the woods, but with Tulgeys speed as a fleet footed stallion and Haakon's tracking we followed them into the woods as the winter weather became colder and a snowstorm began. Forced to seek shelter, we found a craig in the nearby mountains, and driving deeper, we discovered that the hooded figures were darklings, fey that had forsworn the sun and turned to the dark. Though Echo tried to reason with them in their Sylvan tongue they cast darkness upon us, and only Tulgey was able to draw near, a...