D&D Beyond
All Drow All the Time

When we last left our heroes, with gold burning in their bag of holding, the party decided to do a little shopping in the great dwarven city of Hammerhand.  After stocking up on supplies and healing potions, they decided to visit the Embla Museum, hoping to unravel the mystery behind a strange stamp marked with shattered chains and ancient conflict on Cinderbeard’s hoard. The museum sat in one of Hammerhand’s forgotten quarters, its weather‑worn sign bearing the same symbol a

When we last left our heroes, the party confronted Cinderbeard in the molten depths of the catacombs of the dwarven city of Hammerhand. The young red dragon unleashed a corridor‑filling blast of fire, but Nick Beardless, Ahl d’Kukyz, and Wynder survived—whether by luck, dwarven runes etched into the stone, or sheer instinct as they dove for cover. Scomitch answered the dragon’s fury with a barlgura from the Abyss—an orange, Cheeto‑colored ape‑bear‑pig that hurled itself into

When we last left our heroes, the party began their time in Hammerhand by taking up Thrain Greybeard’s most urgent problem: Cinderbeard, the young red dragon whose fire powers the city’s nine great forges, had slipped his bonds and vanished into the catacombs. Their task was clear—track him down, subdue him without killing him, and force the Embersteel Collar back around his neck. Hammerhand’s survival depends on it. Descending into the catacombs, the party discovered Cinderb

When we last left our heroes, you had finally reached the dwarven city of Hammerhand with your guide, Myris Firebrand, whom you rescued from the caravan attack. She welcomed you into her home and introduced her wife, Gwen. As you planned your next move, Ary noticed a very normal, very innocent bat hanging outside the window… until the ranger shot it and it burst into glitter. Someone was watching you. However, Hammerhand was only a stop on your greater journey: reaching the d

When we last left our heroes, the party pressed eastward toward the dwarven city of Hammerhand. From afar, the Underdark reverberated with the clash of steel, the hiss of spells, and bursts of light that painted the cavern walls in fleeting brilliance.   Closer at hand, the aftermath of battle lay scattered across the stone. Dozens of skeletal warriors lay shattered, and one broken undead, its legs mangled, clawed pitifully across the cavern floor, dragging itself eastward.  

When last we left our heroes, the battle-weary party had just felled a pack of Manticores. Eagerly approaching their five treasure chests, the wood grain rippled unnaturally and the hinges twitched like living muscle. With a sickening snap, the chests split open, revealing rows of jagged teeth and lashing tongues!  You quickly dispatched the five Mimics as they surged forward, but the encounter left the party even more drained. Searching the cavern revealed the true Manticor

Where we last left off, the party continued through the Underdark. A rhythmic thudding beneath your feet grew into a thunderous charge as two hulking minotaurs barreled down the corridor, their war cries echoing through the cavern. Four duergar fled before them, faces twisted in terror.  The party stood their ground and cut the beasts down.  However, from the shadows, more grey dwarves emerged, cursing you for spoiling their sport. They had been luring the minotaurs into a tr

Where we last left off, in the early days in the Underdark, the memory of the sun began to fade. The descent into the drow realm has been a steady immersion into the antithesis of the surface world.   The initial trek was a pilgrimage into absolute blackness. The shift was immediate: from the familiar warmth of the surface to a constant, biting cold that settled stubbornly at 40 degrees. Every finger, every toe, ached with the chill that the environment enforced.   An unnervi

Where we last left off, the party decided to remove all doubt and opened the last door on the 2 nd  level, which had etched in elven, “Dead Inside! Don’t Open!”  Indeed, there were four drow zombies inside, that had wounds, not from sword strikes, but from clawed hands with some chew marks.    Descending to the next level, the party found the remains of former inhabitants. Severed limbs began to twitch and move, attempting to reach the cell doors and release the skeletons wit

Where we last left off, twilight continued, a constant reminder of the eclipse covering the sun Scomatch. However, hope lay within the Krelgar Keep’s crumbling walls.  A possible entrance into the Underdark, and a chance to restore the Vidrefact with the Moonshard crystal.    Before the party, there was one last door to the north.  Etched into the wood, in the graceful flowing script of the Elves it read: “Dead Inside! Don’t Open!”   A sense of unease settled over the party,

Where we last left off, twilight continued, a constant reminder of the eclipse covering the sun Scomatch. However, hope lay within the Krelgar Keep’s crumbling walls.  A possible entrance into the Underdark, and a chance to restore the Vidrefact with the Moonshard crystal.    Scomitch, channeling his inner warg, sent Fortissimo, his trusty (and expendable) familiar, down the spiral staircase into the keep’s depths.   The next level held a dungeon where the occupants checked i

Where we last left off, the party had arrived at Krelgar Keep, where a potential entrance to the Underdark lay to reach and restore the Moonshard crystal with the Vidrefact to restore the sun, Scomatch, and banish the ever-present twilight.   Exploring its crumbling battlements, they were met with the spectral figures of four ghostly guards.  After a desperate battle and some good saving throws, the heroes vanquished the tormented spirits.   The group descended the spiral sta

Where we last left off, our heroes left the safety of Rybalka behind and embarked to the shattered ruins of Krelgar Keep and a rumored...

Where we last left off, the party was mysteriously summoned by a familiar blue portal, reminiscent of the one in the cathedral upon...

Where we last left off, the party was victorious at the battle of Galekin Estates.  As the battle concluded, a deep, horn blast and an...