Mikhail Leafoot grew up in the northern most Woodsman village of the Gnarley. Living alone with his father after his mothers early death Mikhail learned the way of the wood and picked up leather working quite young. When he was 12 Mikhails father died during a Pomarj raid on the village. With this Mikhail went to live with his uncle, Harold, in the southern part of the wood. on his first solo hunt Mikhail was captured by a small Pomarj scout team. Without Mikhail knowing, he was shadowed by a senior ranger to ensure his safety. Due to this Mikhail was not held long but before his rescue they beat, cut, and permanently scarred his left ear. He focused on his hatred for them stemming from his fathers murder. Mikhail felt no pain and said nothing. This display of loyalty and his natural talent for tracking earned him the name Dog. Dog grew up and was trained with his fellow pupils Craddock and Vindryl and they grew close through the years. Rangers always operated in groups no more than three and the companions were to be bound by this grouping for life. Dogs training trio received their Oak Leaves at the same time naturally but only after they passed a test of courage and skill. A group of orcs was seen increasing thier patrols near Black Thorn Cavern and they were to track their movements and gather intel. Craddock, the leader of the three, lost his trail at one point and Dog had to fill the role of scout. This show of skill and perseverance shifted the groups dynamic as Dog emerged the most proficient of them. With the test passed they underwent more training and Craddock received the first solo mission.... investigating the happenings around the Temple of Elemental Evil.
Wednesday, June 11, 2025
A Man Named Dog
Mikhail Leafoot grew up in the northern most Woodsman village of the Gnarley. Living alone with his father after his mothers early death Mikhail learned the way of the wood and picked up leather working quite young. When he was 12 Mikhails father died during a Pomarj raid on the village. With this Mikhail went to live with his uncle, Harold, in the southern part of the wood. on his first solo hunt Mikhail was captured by a small Pomarj scout team. Without Mikhail knowing, he was shadowed by a senior ranger to ensure his safety. Due to this Mikhail was not held long but before his rescue they beat, cut, and permanently scarred his left ear. He focused on his hatred for them stemming from his fathers murder. Mikhail felt no pain and said nothing. This display of loyalty and his natural talent for tracking earned him the name Dog. Dog grew up and was trained with his fellow pupils Craddock and Vindryl and they grew close through the years. Rangers always operated in groups no more than three and the companions were to be bound by this grouping for life. Dogs training trio received their Oak Leaves at the same time naturally but only after they passed a test of courage and skill. A group of orcs was seen increasing thier patrols near Black Thorn Cavern and they were to track their movements and gather intel. Craddock, the leader of the three, lost his trail at one point and Dog had to fill the role of scout. This show of skill and perseverance shifted the groups dynamic as Dog emerged the most proficient of them. With the test passed they underwent more training and Craddock received the first solo mission.... investigating the happenings around the Temple of Elemental Evil.
Breaking and Entering the Abbey!
Breaking and Entering the Abbey!
This is not what it looks like. We all of us were just on our way down the road. We all of us that is clearly heard Drow females calling for help. That nice little goblin chap we ummm saved the other day told us about them. That is clearly what we are doing here Clerics. Umm yes!
Preparing for the Clerics return and inquisition into events that have transpired in their absence. Nothing unholy about all of this. Come on fellows get the story straight!
Thieves! Yes, thieves stole the 4 kegs of beer! Those woods are full of evil! We have stayed true to the moral compass and been exemplarily kind folk in your absence oh Great Cannon.
Look your Paladin is still a good and true Paladin. We did not corrupt him and change his class.
Purely coincidence both Clerics absent the same day both Bards returned.
Dixon Lumlir from the Duchy of Ulek
Monday, June 9, 2025
Chapter 3 / Episode 3 - Road to the Abbey
Chapter 3 / Episode 3 – Road to the Abbey
Coldeven 21, 576 CY
Weather:
Cold, clear skies. Temperature: 18.7°F to 47.6°F. Light breeze from the north.
The wind bit as the party rode north from the Watchtower, cloaks drawn tight. Just past midday, they spotted a familiar figure waiting at the crossroads—Slash, returned from his own errand. With a brief nod and a grin, he fell in beside them. “You lot look colder than a lich’s promise,” he muttered, rubbing his hands.
As the sun dipped low, Dog raised a hand. “Rider,” he said quietly. Dog moved forward to examine the noise finding a abandoned camp with the evidence of a single rider. They followed his trail northeast, boots crunching the frosted ground. At a fork in the path, Dog paused by a tree. “Here,” he said, brushing snow from a faint symbol etched into the bark. “Warning sign. My kin’s work—rangers of the Gnarley.”
The Abbey loomed ahead, black against the pale sky. Muspell pulled his hood low, covered in spare furs. “Let’s hope ‘humans only’ means what they think it means,” he grumbled. Irving’s white hare darted forward into the bush.
The Abbey
The gates were left open revealing an overgrown courtyard, the well at its center cracked but wet—recent use. Inside the crumbling bathhouse, the party scanned the damp, tiled floor. A dark wet spot caught Dixon’s eye. “This doesn’t sit right,” he said, lowering his torch. The moment flame met moisture, a shimmer cracked the air like static.
They stepped back, weapons ready.
“Something watches from beneath,” Irving muttered, hand tightening around his mace.
The Abbey had not been abandoned willingly.
Friday, May 30, 2025
Muspell Heavyhand, Deep Gnome Illusionist
aka Muspell the Immolated, Muspell the Unlucky, Last Son of Clan Heavyhand |
Wednesday, May 28, 2025
War Crimes? The Clerics didn't seem concerned.
I for one will be sleeping fine tonight. We buried the clan brothers and Cannon Terry Or gave them a nice send off to the next realm. The Abbey and the Witch who got away will be dealt with in the morning. I was surprised to see they raised an Ettin. Some new dark power must be backing them.
They said something about a Spider Queen. My hand goes to the brand on the back of my shoulder. It must be her people. Twice we have seen her servants called the Drow now. I hope not. She is worse than the Temple of Elemental Evil.
More than just chaos she is TERROR and HATE!
Dixon Lumlir Dwarf of the Toy Makers Guild
Rangers of the Gnarley
The Rangers of the Gnarley Forest (WIP)
Monday, May 26, 2025
Chapter 3 / Episode 2 - The Watchtower Fallen
Chapter 3 / Episode 2 – The Watchtower Fallen
Coldeven 19–20, 576 CY
Weather:
Freezing — 21°F to 42.7°F
Light breeze (NE) | A few clouds | No precipitation
Players:
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Dog, Ranger of the Gnarley Forest
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Irving, the Reluctant, Paladin of St. Cuthbert
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TerryOr, Cleric of St. Cuthbert
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Dixon, Dwarven Fighter
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Oleg, Half-Elf Magic-User / Cleric of St. Cuthbert
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Tiger Wong, Monk of the Eastern Lands
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Muspell Heavyhand, Gnome Illusionist
The road from Hommlet was quiet but tense, winter’s hand still clutching the land in brittle silence. The party made good time across the rutted road and arrived in the hamlet of Humming’s End before sunset. A warm stable, a hot meal at the broken sword, and a fresh riding horse—newly purchased by Irving—marked the only peace of the day.
But dawn brought purpose.
Guided by grim intent, the adventurers turned east toward the Watchtower*—a site they had once cleared and left to the care of Dixon’s kin. Smoke greeted them before the walls did. And silence—too much silence.
The Ettin came with the wind, crashing through the tree-line. Twelve goblins followed, hurling spears and curses. Irving’s charge was swift, his lance piercing deep into the Ettin’s flank. Before it could retaliate, TerryOr invoked holy fire—Flame Strike—and the beast fell, screaming as it burned.
The goblins broke.
Dog and Dixon gave chase. Oleg whispered an incantation, dropping sixteen of the fleeing creatures where they stood. The rest were dispatched. One lived—to answer questions.
“They came from the Abbey,” a goblin would confess later—after its kin had scattered and bled. The garb of the Water Temple marked them, unmistakable now.
The dwarves lay slaughtered. The construction, razed. Blood froze in the mud. Dixon knelt beside one of the bodies, jaw clenched.
That night, beneath the fractured stars, the adventurers buried Dixon’s kin. No songs were sung. Only silence and the scrape of frozen earth.
The road to Safeton would have to wait. Vengeance had returned to the map.
A Man Named Dog
Mikhail Leafoot grew up in the northern most Woodsman village of the Gnarley. Living alone with his father after his mothers early death M...

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Coldeven 4, 576 CY – Late Afternoon Weather Conditions: Description: Freezing Temperature: 14.8°F to 32.2°F Wind: Gentle breeze, southw...
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Players: Dog the Ranger of the Gnarley (Forest) Irving the Reluctant (Paladin of St. Cuthbert) TerryOr the Cleric of St. Cuthbert Dixon the ...
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Coldeven 16 - 17, 576 CY — Noon Players: Dog the Ranger of the Gnarley (Forest) Irving the Reluctant (Paladin of St. Cuthbert) TerryOr the...