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Dramatis Personae:

Viepuck, the eldritch tween (with his familiar the flying purple octopus Es*tiaslos)
Izgil, the respectable older gent who brings moon to the moonless
Celyn, whose sense of etiquette was more useful than his stabbing honestly
Robin, who is unspeakably exhausted about fairy bullshit
(and getting his own line)
Greymalkin, wingless gryphon with PTSD and an entirely reasonable resulti9ng attitude

When we left off we had just been asked to go close a portal to the Feywild in a way that meant it would not reopen.

( So we planned to go through the portal into the realm of the evil fey. )

Dramatis Personae

Viepuck, quiet due to player absence
Izgil, unfortunately the only one who can see in the dark
Celyn, who did a lot of rogueing
Robin, prepared to do a great deal of dragon-thumping

When we concluded last session, we were about to be attacked by a dragon.

( So we set up for that. )


(Combat sessions are easy to summarize.)

Dramatis Personae

Izgil, who is profoundly offended by the irrationality of these accusations
Viepuck, who manages PR rather a lot for a twelve-year-old
Celyn, who has a little box of white-hot rage that he opens up, for a treat
Robin, who as always really wants to protect everyone

When we left off we were about to be tried on a trumped-up necromancy accusation put together by a person we were pretty sure was an actual necromancer.

( So we settle in for an uneasy sort of night in the courtyard to the baronial keep. )

Three lunatics and a paladin, once more.

Dramatis Personae:

Viepuck and Izgil, who have complicated magical theory shit going on
Celyn and Robin, who hit things and heal people

When we left off we had retrieved an evil sphere and yelled for help answering what to do with it.

( So we sorted out what to do next. )

Short roleplay-focused session today before a longish break before we found more schedule space.

Dramatis Personae:

Izgil, who is mostly engaged in a research project due to player absence
Viepuck, who is intermittently cosplaying a villain
Celyn, who is having a very long day
Robin, who is out of patience

When we left off we had killed the Hag, though there were consequences to doing so.

( So we dug out of the lair. )

Three lunatics and a paladin, once more.

Dramatis Personae:

Viepuck, twelve-year-old social deception gremlin
Izgil, here for the magical theory
Celyn, who is actually to the point of getting cranky about events happening all the damn time
Robin, the paladin

When we left off we had just chased a bear fey off but not killed him and were kind of in our feelings about that.

(Doing my best to do writeup despite hideous splitting headache.)

( So in the aftermath of that... )

We had tried to resolve a bunch of stuff in email before this session and completely failed to do so due to, among other things, everyone's brains being on fire post-election. Then we had various player issues hit, and decided that the better part of valor was to go dig into the email situation and resolve that and hope that people managed to join in once we got through the bookkeeping. This worked out pretty well!

Dramatis Personae:

Izgil, stuff identifier
Viepuck, trouble manufacturer
Celyn, necromancer irritater
Robin, pretty pretty paladin

When we ended the last session, Celyn had just stabbed Areschera, the fey who had infiltrated the Baroness's court, through the heart, despite her saying that she had information and Viepuck reading that that information included 'the Baroness is a necromancer' out of her mind.

( While this did not produce pandemonium there was a bit of chaos. )

Honestly the whole party is "will nobody rid me of" but I am the only cleric so I get to steal the joke. Because I'm also the rogue.

(Also I made a Celyn icon from a drawing I did of him and Robin.)

Our party is still three lunatics and a paladin:

Celyn Bettws, Meddlesome Priest and Fairy Appreciator
Viepuck, still the Doogie Howser of Eldritch Fantasy Lawyers (new and improved recipe with added criminal law!)
Izgil Moonseeker, Moon Appreciator, Dwarf, and Responsible Adult
and of course Robin of Abenfyrd, the Paladin

When we left off we were about to be ambushed.
( A session! )

It's time for another edition of Three Lunatics and a Paladin!

Our party is:

Celyn Bettws, whose most relevant hat this session is "trained at dealing with the fey in a region of the world where there are a lot of fairies, but mostly friendly ones"
Viepuck the eldritch tween (and Es*tiaslos, his purple flying octopus)
Izgil Moonseeker, who would like the moon and also everything going on to start making some fucking sense any day now
and of course Robin of Abenford, paladin of the Wanderer.

Previously we had dealt with a spot of mayhem, after which we as a party levelled up and are now level 6. This produced several substantial effects: Robin has his Aura of Protection power; Viepuck has third list spells and took 'Sending', converting him into a very potent telegraph machine; Celyn hit fourth level rogue, and took the feat Observant, about which I have been making Magenta-from-RHPS jokes since, given also his stealth skills. ("Well-secluded, I see all!") (Izgil also picked up something but I am so cheerfully baffled by his character mechanics that I don't know what it is and also I am not 100% sure it was relevant today unless it was the lunar spellpoints thing.)

( So things have happened, some of them in email. )

We have our missing lunatic back! Which means we are once again:

Celyn Bettws: fairy-touched lunatic rogue/cleric of the god of (to pick the things relevant to this) hope, madness, things out of season, chaos, luck, risktakers, theatre people, fate.
Viepuck: orphan child bard/warlock lunatic with an eldritch flying octopus familiar, survivor of an orphan-sacrificing scheme.
Izgil Moonseeker: dwarven moon sorceror lunatic who is collecting relevant vibes.
Robin of Abenfyrd, of the Order of the Charitable Wanderer: the paladin. (Of the god of travel, trade, hospitality, charity, outsiders.)


Writing this up mostly as a service to the GM and for the entertainment of the friends who listen to me natter. ;)


To bridge between last session and this one we did a bunch of stuff in email at various points in the timeline. This produced ( many results )

Then we had play today:

( And more things happened. )

Now we are off to figure out wtf is up with the baroness.


After we broke up we got (in email) a missive from the town we'd sent the familiar to, in which a local captain reported that a purple octopus popped out of the fireplace, covered his secretary in ink, scrawled 'IDA CLEENSEAU NEWS NOW' on the desk, turned into a dog, licked his hand, and loped out with tail-wagging cheerfulness.

So now we know what the familiar thinks of as a job well done.