Adventures in Tanis

  https://on.soundcloud.com/286dR9qGaOX75mDhqd The desert wind whispers tales to those who listen, and I, a solitary wanderer, have made it my trade to listen intently. From a distance, I watch the fools and heroes who brave these sands, then carry their stories to the taverns, where ale flows as freely as courage. Lately, the talk has been of a particular group, nineteen days out from Tanis, now on day 20, entangled in a saga of thirst, a mysterious dwarven chest, and encounters that would make even the hardiest adventurer shiver. Here’s what I've pieced together about their latest trials: The Predicament: Thirst, Hunger, and a Chest of Riches When I first caught sight of them, they were dangerously low on water. Their dwarven companion, Stripes, had managed to open a spooky dwarven chest using a prayer incantation, finding valuables that surely made him a wanted man back in Tanis. But treasures don't quench thirst. They were down to a single pinch of sugar, an ingredient need...

  Whispers from the Wasting Lands: A Caravan's Fate and Dwarven Secrets! Ah, another day unfolds in this unforgiving desert, and with it, new tales for my collection! You see, dear patrons, while most brave these harsh lands for glory or coin, I prefer to watch the fascinating dance of those who do. And what a show these particular adventurers are putting on! Day 18 of their journey through Rainhelven offered a rather 'mixed' start, wouldn't you say? A Troubled Rest and Prickly Paths Imagine, most of these brave souls had no preparations for sleeping on the trail . Two, a burly dwarf (Stripes) and a cleric/magic-user (Jalen), opted for the 'comfort' of the open road, while two others (Fitz and Trellimar) chose to slumber in their very armor – a choice that quickly came back to haunt Trellimar with penalties on his checks by the second night . Only one, a cloaked figure (Lyra), found some semblance of comfort, while the ranger, Lowell, chose the modest shelter of...

From the journal of The Desert Observer, found tacked to a dusty wall in the Drunken Camel Inn, Tanis: Whispers from the Dunes: The Tanis Six and the Lost Caravan Greetings, weary travelers and thirsty souls! The shifting sands of Rainhelven hold many tales, and none more intriguing than the fresh adventure unfolding with a certain band of disparate souls who call themselves adventurers. I've observed them for a mere day, yet already, their journey promises to be one for the bards. It was on the 17th day of Rainhelven , when this group, seemingly fresh from slumber, began their day here in Tanis. Their company is a curious mix, a veritable caravan of character: • Trellimar, an Elven Cleric Druid • Fitz , a Half Elf Fighter and, it's whispered, a Thief • Lowell , the Ranger • Stripes , a sturdy Dwarven Fighter • Jalen Starfire , a Cleric and Magic User • And Lyra , an Elven Ranger They seem to operate with a unique internal structure, designating a "caller" to coordin...