D&D Beyond
All Drow All the Time

Previously on All Drow, All the Time The party entered a stretch of tunnel opening into a cavern steeped in an earthy, vegetal musk—rot layered with heavy fungal overtones. Specks of bioluminescent light drifted through the air like slow‑moving fireflies. The Underdim revealed a vast fungal forest stretching beneath the world. Pressing on, the party reached a churning river. Two heavy, fibrous boats rested on the shore, each fitted with an oversized rudder. A bridge led to a

Previously on All Drow, All the Time Traveling deeper into the Underdark, the party entered a stretch of tunnel where the honeycomb stone began to sweat. Oily moisture slicked the floor, and pale, slug‑like creatures with human mouths wriggled from the holes in the walls. They dropped from above in a wet cascade, gathering into a ravenous swarm. The Star Spawn Grue surged over Kai. Ahl d’Kukyz’s psychic assault barely slowed them, but Nick Beardless’s axes carved through the

Previously on All Drow, All the Time The party had pressed eastward through the Underdark and forged a fragile alliance with Lord Tyrannakis, a wounded beholder who had escaped the clutches of Matron Mother Maelora of House Gullion. She had chained him to the Vidrefact Crystal, draining his essence to fuel her unnatural youth, and branded his central eye shut with a drow Sigil of Binding to keep him from nullifying the crystal’s magic. Hoping to free him, the party prepared t

Previously on All Drow, All the Time The party continued eastward, skirting the southern battlefield to avoid the undead–goblin conflict. There, blocking the cavern mouth, stood two massive ettins, each head scanning a different direction—including the one the party had just come from. Rather than fighting, the party did what any seasoned adventuring troupe would do: they booked an impromptu hootenanny. The ettins clapped along, delighted by the twang of backwoods tunes. Hit

Previously on Faster, Purple Worm! Kill, Kill! The party entered a vast, humid cavern where massive “boulders” lay stacked in uneven clusters. A closer inspection revealed the truth. The stones were fused together by resin, and they weren’t rocks. They were eggs. One near Nick Beardless cracked open. A newborn purple wyrmling spilled out, slick with resin, humming with a low, seismic vibration of contentment. It fixed its gaze on Nick and dragged itself toward him. The wyrmli

Previously on All Drow All the Time, the party came upon a vast cavern opened into a field of obsidian-petaled flowers. From its center rose Nyrissa of the Black Bloom, a dryad, but nothing like those of the surface. She welcomed the party into her garden with unsettling delight. While exploring the cavern, the shadows shifted. Cloakers peeled themselves from the darkness and glided forward. The dryad clapped her hands in excitement. “Blood, marrow, flesh, and protein from th

Previously on All Drow All the Time, the party’s battle with Noctharl, the Wyrm of the Lightless Deep, reached its breaking point. The shadow dragon unleashed his necrotic breath for a third time, dropping Nick Beardless and Wynter, only for Scomitch’s healing to bring them back into the fight. The clash raged on until Nick cast enlarge, as his heart grew three sizes that day, as he delivered the axe blows that finally chopped the wyrm down. As Noctharl died, the shadows peel

Previously on All Drow All the Time, the quest continued as the party pressed deeper along the Backroad, leaving Hammerhand behind as they descended toward the drow city of Holoth. At the edge of a vast, lightless lake, the water began to tremble. First, a ripple. Then a shudder. Then the surface parted—silent, smooth, unnatural—as a colossal shape rose from the depths. Wings like torn night unfurled. A serpentine neck coiled upward. Two void‑black eyes, rimmed in faint viole

Previously on All Drow, All the time, Nick Beardless found himself detained by the smug Captain Vargan Copperlip of the Greater Thurian League Defense Cohort. The charge? “Disseminating treasonous histories to incite unrest.” Taken before the Justice Gonjola, Nick stood under the gazes of Hammerhand’s magistrates and Mayor Torin Stonetooth. Copperlip theatrically read the accusations as the party replied to the charges. As the “evidence” was weighed, the Rune of Judgmen

Previously on All Drow, All the time, having completed all the dwarven clan’s tasks to secure permission to open the Back Roads for the party, the shadows from the Trade Gonjola peeled from the ceiling. Cloaked drow descended like falling knives, sliding down the clan banners and slicing them apart with their daggers as they dropped. The drow were executing a decapitation strike. After a harrowing fight, Wynter, in polar bear form, vivisected the last drow ninja. A search o

Previously on All Drow, All the time, the party turned its focus to Clan Ironchaser’s crisis: the disappearance of their elite scouts in the Whistling Caves. The moment the heroes crossed the threshold, the tunnels came alive with eerie, broken dwarven echoes drifting from every direction. Traveling deeper inside, they found four scouts slain and a fifth slumped and comatose against the far wall. After rendering Duergar first aid to her by letting the wound bleed to flush out

Previously on All Drow, All the time, the heroes turned their attention to Clan Stonewater’s most urgent crisis: the Deepflow, the sacred river beneath Hammerhand, had gone silent. Charged with descending into the Drowned Sanctum, the party set out to discover what halted the waters and restore the lifeblood of the city before the citizens suffered. While Nick Beardless detoured to the Embla Museum to investigate his duergar ancestry, the rest of the party ventured into the w

Previously on All Drow, All the Time, the heroes turned their attention to Clan Blackroot’s most urgent crisis. Myconids had overrun the eastern Fungus Farm, cutting the dwarves off from the sacred Blackroot needed for their rites. Instead of hostility, the party encountered a Myconid Sovereign who, conveying that their Dreamsong, the psychic heart of their colony, had been corrupted, and requested aid to purge it. Stepping into the Dreamsong’s swirling haze, each adventurer

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