The World of Temmuren

We Brought a Zoo
If we can't become one, we'll bring one.



  • Party checked cave
  • Wild giant crocodiles appeared
  • Giant crocodile returned to its original form
  • Oliver used Suggestion, it was super-effective
  • Giant crocodile uses rollout
  • A wild Night Hag appeared, it wasn’t very effective
  • Sea Hag fainted
  • Night hag ran away
  • Party was victorious
  • Party leveled to 7
How to Get A Head in Gnomish Engineering
Arcane and dangerous discoveries
  • The group proceeded to investigate the precarious gnomish workshop and found it to be structurally unsound, debris falling from overhead, and structure creaking, permeated by a low humming
  • Chrys found:
  • Granite found:
  • A large piece of metal ceiling, which he is carrying as total cover
  • Misgnomer found:
    • A strange tuning fork
    • An ornate and intricate collar, featuring small inlaid arcanite crystals.
  • Nelsar took shelter outside and observed the workshop
  • The group found the doorways of the structure are sturdy and can provide some shelter against falling debris
  • They also found that staying near the walls of a room can provide some safety against collapsing structure on higher floors
  • A storm is gathering overhead, and the structure looks like it may collapse if they wait out the storm
  • Observing from outside, Nelsar found collapses can be anticipated by spending a minute observing a room and up to 2 adjacent rooms with a perception check to determine if they’re about to suffer a collapse
Spear Fishing
Some nasty fish people try to make the party catch of the day
  • Some Merrow had the gall to attack a water bender and their Draco-saur in their territory
  • Thursday water walked on melting ice after falling out of the boat
  • The Merrow Gulliver’d Rhuul down to the surface of the sea, and then Pav turned the sea beneath her to put her back on her feet mid stride to make their escape
  • The group evaded the Merrow and made landfall
  • There they met a wary elven woman sheltered in a cave on the shore, who looked like she haven’t seen food or civilization in quite some time
  • The Merrow pursued the group to shore
  • Thursday engaged her finger guns from behind the upturned boat, firing volleys at the Merrow
  • Rhuul devoured Pav’s catch of the day and then the duo survived more harpoons than Mobey Dick
  • Oliver found that shatter is surprisingly effective at making mutant merfolk tuna
  • Barry did his best Terry Crews impression and blocked, blocked, blocked, while Mubaj gave meager assistance from behind the boat
  • After felling over half the Merrow, they retreated back to the sea, leaving the party triumphant, but tired in the shore
Poking Out the Eye of the Storm
Got yer broom!


  • The party charged to meet the Bheur hag in battle, with the banshees wailing in the distance behind them
  • The Bheur hag took to the sky on its greystaff, casting down ice storms to harry the party, as they returned volleys of errant crossbow fire
  • Closing just into range Sister Thursday crowned the hag with a magical circlet that sent the creature into a rage, focusing on the newly revealed Rhuul Rheleghast
  • Rhuul came about, attacking the hag with tooth, claw, and the parties boat, bringing all to bear
  • In the confusion Pavillio “Harbinger of the Storm” struck, stealing the hag’s greystaff with a thornwhip and mounting up mockingly upon it
  • Upon this turn of tidings, Pav noted the banshees approaching from the eye wall of the blizzard and called out to the rest of the group
  • Without its staff to escape, the party descended on the hag in full fury, ending it swiftly before Rhuul made a meal of its cold, leathery hide
  • As the banshees approached, Mubaj, True Apostle of Gruumsh cast a quick prayer of healing, while Rhuul and Barry the White took up the front line to meet the banshees
  • Again, Oliver and Thursday fired the opening volleys, unleashing a fireball, eldritch blasts and other spells
  • Rhuul and Barry met the banshees’ charge as their ranged support felled the weaker of the 2 targets
  • The remaining banshee’s horrible visage shook several of the group, causing Thursday to incinerate another change of clothing and a layer of ice, before taking stock of this problem and calming herself
  • Thursday and Rhuul brought more damage to bear and while it was reeling near final death, before it could bring its powers to bear on the party, it was finally felled by a mighty gleaming blow from a visibly shaken Barry, who collapsed on his haunches after the fact.
  • Thursday examines the storm and determines from her knowledge of things hag, magic, and meteorology that as long as this was the only one controlling the storm, it should dissipate on it’s own in the span of some few hours
  • The party then began to debate their next move
Through the Ice and Flurries


  • Brought oni body back to Induin Tawar
  • Thursday started sleeping on the roof because the voice(s) told her to
  • The group finds out from Tora about the elves’ sacred grounds on the island and “The Spade of the Land”, which sealed the drow and unseelie fey
  • The group questioned the oni’s body and confirmed the oni and its allies are conspiring with others to restart an ancient war and kill the elves.
  • The group made plans to weather the storm and make their way to the sacred grounds to retrieve The Spade of the Land, travel to the sealing tree, and restore life and power to it and the forest.
  • Oliver sent a message to the rest of the guild, updating them about the situation:
    • Evil actors are attempting to destroy the world tree, free the drow. Causing famine, plague, blizzards here. Attempting to alleviate. Elves not much help, unsurprisingly. Cheers!
  • As the party prepared, they were summoned once more by Tora’s personal guard, to find Tora was visited upon by visions in the night, and has been falling ill to these portents for some time.
  • She warned the group that something knows they’re coming, and the group perceived that whatever plucked this information from her mind has been slowly killing her
  • The group determined they must go, and asked for help gathering supplies before heading off into the storm
  • The townsfolk mustered what supplies they could to equip the group, and an elder elf woman provided Pav with a pack full of potions of water breathing for safe passage.
  • The group made their way out onto the ice and rigged up a row boat to Rhuul as an allosaurus (with barkskin, water walking, longstrider and invisibility)
  • Riding out onto the ice at high speeds, the group was beset by sounds that Thursday IMMEDIATELY identified as 2 banshees closing in on the group
  • After ~40 minutes of travel through the driving storm and worsening visibility, the banshees appeared suddenly, incapacitating Barry the White, Oliver, and Rhuul.
  • Rhuul recovered, catching Thursday, Mubaj saved Barry, who recovered Oliver, and the group sped past the Banshees towards the eye of the storm
  • After some healing and racing away from the banshees (for 3 minutes), the group entered the eye of the storm and saw a frozen-looking humanoid standing at the center brandishing a staff of grey wood
  • Behind them they heard the wails of the banshees still in pursuit as their situation intensifies
Out of the frying pan and into the ice box
From rescue mission to salvage mission
  • The group met and debriefed Winona and Takota, the hostages turned werewolves
  • After a rough skirmish with gnolls near Freehold the group was separated from the werewolves and made their way back to Pioneer Outpost
  • After getting updates from the guild, Simon Vardar stormed off and the group met an entertainer magician named Nelsar
  • Along with their new acquaintance Nelsar, the group was convinced by the gnomish refugees from the north to retrieve their valuable research for salvage rights to the rest of their workshop
  • The group headed north to make good on their deal, but were harried by a blizzard and a pack of polar bears
  • After defeating the bears, the group interrogated one of them and discovered they were organized by “Big Boss Bear”
  • Finally, the group arrived at the unstable workshop, rejoined by Misgnomer, who warned the group of falling debris
Sister Thursday's Journal: Induin Tawar and Catching a Predator

From the hand of a Sister Thursday Twenty-Fifth,

Writer’s Formal Title: Day 237. Fourth Week of Eighth Month, Scribe and Scholar.
Date (MM/DD/YYYY): 06/31/2017
Location: Induin Tawar / Sea of Trees
Province: Induin Tawar Proper
Path: Unmarked path branching from Western Gate, Veld Nuin Drive towards the town of Garen
Landmark: No significant landmarks passed, mile markers seem inconsistent. Walk to and from took approximately 8 hours for a group of seven peoples.
Events Summary:

  • Party entered Induin Tawar, and were almost immediately requested to visit the Queen Tora (First of her name, may quills etch her legacy)
  • Unfortunately, I made a fool of myself.
  • Party was informed on several matters we could assist with:
  • Frost conditions abnormal for the current season — seems mostly centered to city
  • A banished ward of the former King (May the scholars write him into memory) was presented as the afflicting party. Presumed goal was revenge on the noblefolk of Induin Tawar and violent seizing of the throne.
  • Ships have been sealed into the harbor, cutting off trade and emigration from the beleaguered capital.
  • Children have been getting stolen from the city.
  • Strange iron toys given to children.
  • An ancient artifact was given to the elves by the party. The artifact appears to be mechanized seed-spreader from ~300 BF. Workmanship seems consistent with Sleeve-Tree movement common to that era. (See Illustrations pamphlet p.38). Potentially a solution or aid against the famine.
  • Party decided to pursue the kidnappings first. Thus Far, there are no discrete figures for total number of kidnapped children, but I may at least record the names from the names into memory (May ink give them peace): Aust Fellowkin, Barbara ‘Bar-bar’ Willow, Phaniel CosVunten, Numerion ‘Numie’ Turner, Elena Turntrunk, Lorraine Last-of-Quiver.
  • Pav was brave enough to pose as the child in question, followed closely by Oliver and Thursday.
  • When a potential kidnapper was confronted giving these iron toys to children, Oliver was able to enchant the being into guiding us to its lair.
  • Party follows target into the woods
  • At a crossroads, a soldier is found in the woods, later revealed to be an Oni in disguise.
  • Combat ensued. Details are muddy, but suffice to say that the combat was long and difficult. Much in the same way as was over dramatically spoken at the Spokes; ‘First, steel flashes. Then, memory.’ That having been said, this has less to do with flimsy excuses for war crimes and more to do with how panic affects recollection.
  • Oliver, Sister Thursday (Author), and Pav mutually struck a killing blow to one of the two Oni. Mubaj pointed out just too late that we needed a subject for questioning. Second target had fled
  • Second target was pursued. Singularly by Rhuul in the form of some kind of horrible, bipedal lizard. I do not have a proper classification due to both the speed with which Rhuul took off as well as it being unpleasant to look at
  • As a group, the remainder of our party continued in pursuit.
  • We later found out that Rhuul was in solo combat with the Oni for some time before being placed under the effects of Charm Person. When asked for comment on symptoms and after effects, subject experienced a lack of the most common symptoms (Nausea, disphoria, pressure in the lower elemental nodules of the brainpan, scaleitch, verdenting of vision, or a waxing of the importance of promises)
  • Subject did report a positive sensation of peace and calm.
  • “For one hour. Just a little while. There wasn’t anyone or anything that needed to be killed or trying to kill me.”
  • Secondary party made contact with Rhuul while under Charm Person. A fight was sparked which ultimately resulted in the Enchantment running its course. Deep relief was had by all when Rhuul was able to confirm her identity and inform us about the rest of her encounter (See bullet above).
  • Body of slain Oni was secured by the party and then secured with rope. Brought back to city for reporting, recording, and studying. This scholar is unfamiliar with the fey genus and thus….must consult other scholars.


Frantic fight by moonlight
Oh shit, Chrys was right
  • Party hears howl from inside fort after reaching it
  • Misgnomer is concerned about the prisoners and Chrys is convinced they’re being turned into lycanthropes
  • Simon rushes to the door and unbars it.
  • The group opens the door, finding a werewolf over some broken stools, dead bodies, and shredded ropes
  • Chrys spots a smaller side room in the fort and rushes to investigate, finding a second werewolf who traps him in the enclosure
  • The first werewolf turns on the party, attacking Granite and Miro Artifix
  • Simon lands what should be a deadly blow, but it does not find purchase well and he flees into the dimly lit night
  • Chrys uses a potion to escape onto the wall, before being pulled back down with the werewolf
  • Misgnomer enters the room and stares down the werewolf
  • In a resulting moment of confusion, Chrys breaks free before the werewolf climbs over the wall and rushes off to the south
  • Meanwhile, Miro and Granite wear down the other werewolf and finish it off with Chrys’s help
  • Misgnomer, who had fallen into a trance for the remainder of combat, rushes to stabilize the no-longer-a-werewolf after they fall unconscious, having reverted back into the form of one of the prisoners spotted by Chrys, Miro, Misgnomer a few days prior.
  • Simon is attacked in the dark by gnolls, fells one and is downed by arrows
  • The rest of the group hears werewolf howling to the south
  • Granite reverts to humanoid form and says that he hears gnolls on the hunt to the south
  • Chrys asks where Simon is and Misgnomer points to the south with urgency
Fuck This Quest Log
Necromancers and investment opportunities, mostly

Return to Pioneer Outpost

  • Group returned to Pioneer Outpost
  • Group leveled up to 4th
  • Group reported back about Freehold and the prisoners taken to the forest fort
  • Group was told about Gnomish Workshop & Golden Bluff

Message to other guild contingents

“Animals making coordinated attacks on settlements. Gnolls working with unknown humanoids: fort east of Freehold, captured freeholdians. The friends of Rodney’s Legacy will investigate. Over”

Group travels back to the forest fort

  • Miro is turned invisible by Chrys to scout the fort
  • Group hears a howl from within the fort

Senior guild members investigate the gnomish workshop

Brooding and Boring: Unnecessary Recap Flavor
A conversation between Thursday and Pav.

(Optional as fuck)

Pav sat on the riverbank, occasionally shooting a glowering look at Barry, who had taken his breastplate off to dry in the sun after his dip in the river. He was relaxing with the others, eating a heel of bread and laughing along with the elves at some meandering tale Oliver was spinning for their enjoyment.

Stupid Barry. Not that this most recent altercation with the pixies and jellies was his fault exactly- just that no one else seemed as skeptical as they should. Barry had the gal to actually verbalize his naiveté. Pav was angry with Barry, the elves for being useless and not able to help themselves sooner, (or at all, ) but Pav was especially angry with themself.

They had checked the bridge- they had known something was up, and were still feeling ashamed that they had set them up to camp two days previous in what turned out to be an astoundingly bad location. Now their wagon and their remaining horses were gone.

“Those who have experienced shipwreck shudder even at a calm sea.” Pav took a ruthless bite out of the shapeless root vegetable Mubaj had conjured and continued brooding- a little black cloud on the edge of a sparkling river.


“There’s actually a fragment of that phrase that is lost in mid-century Draconic-to-Commom translations.” Thursday quietly padded up to Pav. One hand holding out an end of her habit, the other hand moving fluidly and slow, guiding the threads of the fabric back to each other.
“It goes ‘Ergan ou est de vrou ghrepkt’. I lack the real fluency to make that sound right through. It literally states ‘While whoosh-whoosh yell-cackle at pinkmeat’.”

An awkward silence stretches until it turns pregnant. One of Pav’s eyebrows helplessly defies gravity. Thursday contently wings two lost threads closer together, easing a scar on her hem. The silence comes full term as Thursday finishes reviewing what she just said and begins to stutter like a bad motor.
“I d-didn’t finish. Finish that thought. No one knows what pinkmeat means. Or yell-cackle for that matt— Uh, so ‘While the wind cackles at the thinkers below.’. That. That is the whole phrase.”

A half-silence.

“What I— What I mean is that, um, you.” Pav sees a one of the threads twist and shrivel, singed. Thursday takes a breath and several seconds, letting that end of her habit fall softly to her chest. “You did everything in your power. You made calls. You made /good/ calls. The world didn’t comply and that is no mark on you or your capacity as the Leader of this group.”

“Wait, I have no idea what the structure of this team is actually like, I just sort of assumed since peoplelistentoyouwhenyougetthattoneandlookreallydriven-it-was a guess.”


“Leader!” They let out a bark of mirthless laughter and looked away from the stuttering nun. Normally they wouldn’t maintain eye-contact as a form of cruelty, but this one was easy to mess with and it seemed less harmful than burning down buildings. (For example and no reason in particular.)

“Wanna correct any more of my hard-earned-sea-fairin’-wisdom, hot stuff?”

Immediately regretting the jab, Pav waited a beat, sighed, and patted the ground beside them.

“No- it’s not a bad guess, and not a bad tack-on to my eh… thought. About, y’know-” they gesture vaguely to the cracked and charred bridge “-all this.”

“You’ve not been with us long, and we’ve all been together for naught too long ‘neither. Mostly we seem to weigh in fairly even on most calls, though- I’m maybe the loudest when Ollie isn’t insultin’ folk and Rhuul isn’t a great clickin’ spider.”

Pav’s eyes slide to Thursday. “And…Well- I’m the only one with a boat.”

They can’t help but keep a drop of pride from their tone.

Another beat, then changing gears completely to avoid thinking about having, and then losing, their fine ship, Pav turned their little body to face Thursday head on. “What sort of stuff ‘re you writin’ down when you’re not working on blindin’ folk, anyway? It’s not like you’re puttin’ your books in a library n’more.”


Characteristic stiffness sets into Sister Thursday as her mind flashes images. The first spark, the others catching and crawling over the old, dry books like fleas. Her impotent prayers, attempts to call water, buckets she dashed over manuscripts holding the life’s work of hundreds of sages and heroes and clerks.

Uncharacteristic furrowing and poison sets into Thursday’s face. Like a wave on a breaker, the confrontation in her shatters and her face flushes. Six replies come to her mouth, and her arm retroactively raises in accusation again the Captain*.

“Someone needs to keep a record.” Verbally hacking a new path in this social safari. Her arm swinging up into a dramatic declaration. Christ, Thursday. Now you need to act like some windbag to follow that up

((You could—What if we (Am I being too-) change the way— drop — the way you {Did I just start a fight?} hold your hand — it for [What does this mean in Gnomish, again?] another (aggressive?) gesture.))

Thursday absently let her arm go limp. “When I told you I was to chronicle your efforts it was not entirely a lie. I joined the Calendar for a reason. I love recording. History is made by heroes and villains. But it is only recorded by unsung heroes who think to put pen to paper.” A quiet swell of pride “You happen to be a lucky group. Because I happen to be a very unsung good write.”

“I can also shoot lasers out of my fingers and I really want to keep that on the radar.”

“So far I have the events as they are important to my view as a recorder.
1. The Fire
2. my fleeing (With map)
3. the ghost town – Visit 1
4. Displacer Beasts
5. You and yours rescuing me from certain death
6. I realize now your eyes have gone glassy.
7. I am testing if I can just say anything at this moment.
8. I am full of spiders”


Pav, indeed going a little glass-eyed after Thursday’s surprisingly emphatic outburst, realized what she was doing and let out a real bark of laughter.

Something about a genuine streak of confidence in this one-eyed-stuttering-misfiring-bookworm… And how easily she could slip back into a tone as dry as her records, was charming.

Almost like that, Pav went from feeling that this nun was useless and likely little more than a liability, to understanding that she was a useless liability that was likely going to have a damn good part in all of this.

Just then, Mubaj announced that the elves looked strong enough to carry on. There was a collective shuffle as elves got to their feet and gethered what of their possessions they could rescue from the doomed town, and then the doomed wagon.

As the unlikely crew stomped off into the woods, (Barry now, thankfully, back in his breastplate, and Rhuul, thankfully, not a great clicking spider,) Pav thought it pertinent to see what else Thursday had documented of this trek.

“In the bit about saving you, do you mention my name? That’s ‘H-a-r-b-i-n-g-e-r of the S-t-o-r-m’. Or how about the bit where I washed those goops down the river- have you written that bit down yet?”

They helpfully brandished the Cerulean Caress- as if Sister Thursday needed to borrow their pen.


As the Cerulean Caress swings out, Thursday starts a bit. She slides her pen into her clipboard and takes a moment, walking with her eye closed.

“I have just finished a full anatomical write-up of the pixies and won’t bore you with those details. I am soon going to catalog our battle over the Sevren. But there is something worth bringing up now.” Thursday turns, a similar furrow coming across her face. Her eyepatch digging in above and below, bowing out between the pressures and lighting up half of her face. “And I need for you to listen, and actually listen, Pav. Don’t be thinking of the next joke, and don’t be thinking of how to ironically detach yourself. For now.”

“You can control water. I cannot control my fire. I don’t know where this is going to go, but I cannot have another Library burn or an innocent life end because of me and my…infection best as I can guess it’s an infection or a possession wait, no, tangent”

A beat, a breath

“I need you. I need your callousness, and I need your ability with that brush. I don’t know how connected – how j-join- connected my life is with this” her right hand accuses her left eye “I don’t know if you extinguishing me will end me, I don’t know anything more than you and yours already know. What I know, and I need you to know; If I become uncontrollable, if I endanger someone’s life because of these sparks, I beg you to douse me, drown me if you must, erase the thoughts in this head. Don’t make me live as another kind of sinner as well.” Her voice croaks through the last of her plea, her good eye welling up. Begging for a death to avert sin due to a curse she couldn’t conceive of a week ago.


“I- eh-” The smirk slid from Pav’s face. " -‘course I’ll put you out, Sister."

They didn’t know what else to say.

Logistics would need to be considered of course- a heaftier water skin, and careful allocation of the brush’s manipulative energies- but Pav was caught off guard by Thursday’s emotional reaction to the ask. Perhaps Pav hadn’t considered just how fortuitous their meeting was so soon after Thursday’s er… series of incendiary discoveries.

“I expect I’m to use my own judgement as to when that’s needed?”

“…and what in the salty sea is a Sevren?”


Thursday breathes a long sigh of relief, her shoulders slide lower than they have been for a week, muscles she had not thought of showing their soreness.

“Yes, I expect you to make your own judgement.” She let the full thought hang in her head. (If I…if I’m on fire I won’t have oxygen with which to speak.)

Her eye snaps back up at mention of the Sevren. “Oh! Uh, it’s-it’s one of the main tributaries that leads to Vanishing Cove to the north. It’s one of the few rivers that flows North, and we’re not entirely sure why. Frankly, it’s a fascinating phenomenon, and was one of the original points of evidence against Planar Disc Theorem during the 1400’s geography standardization.” She stops, her head jerks forward with the rest of the words she was /going/ to say " It’s named after Grantine ‘Boulder-Hucker’ Sevren, an early halfling explorer. His nickname comes from his incredible strength, leading him to believe cannons were not cost effective."

“He would throw his cannonballs at enemy— Ah christ, give me a second.” She kneels down, her left boot having unlaced via singed boot strap. She holds the strap against her boot with one hand while the other glows white and writhes out, tentacles of light pulling the strap and filling the lost material. Pav realizes that they can see slightly different patches and holes and scars all over Thursday’s clothing. This is clearly something she has had to do constantly.

Once righted, she carried on boring Pav until they reached the gate of Induin Tawar- Elves intact.


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