Arthur Marques
Homebrew & Campaign Diary
Mâb le i nagor, Bâd gurth vi ngalad firiel.
Big toad guy killed me. I guess I am ALMOST NOT DEADIBLE. But before I put new will. Very important.
I saw the great five-headed mother. The skulls of all my brethren at her feet. Dragons, young and ancient, flew like small hummingbirds before her towering body. I...
I got back from hell. It was really hard. I fear I will die before being eaten, so now I go on a pilgrimage to be eaten by dragon.
I went back to the dragon. Augaurauth smiled. His scales were like tenfold shields, his teeth were swords, his claws spears,...
This very intelligent sorcerer or wizard (honestly, I don’t know the difference) named Penbrook, helped me write this. If there is any beautiful words or clever wordsmithing it is because of him. I am just spilling words. What do you mean there are lots of typos? Of course, there are...
I am Whale, from the goblin outlaws. My pals go by the name of Salmon, Cod, Tuna, Blue Marlin, etc. You should get a sense by now. Anyway, we were ready to rob a wagon in the feywild when baaang this big spell hit me. I felt dozy,...
I was failing in my Geography class, so mom paid for a school trip to the great canyon. I was not impressed with a bunch of red rocks or whatever, and it was not like that would help me, but it was a nice trip. So I have...
Content Warning: Alcoholism, Grief.
I’m not sure how to write or organize this, I am not like Quiet or Soulcatcher who keep steady diaries about their journeys. I am just an old man who won a medal and lost his...
Dear lizardfolk tribe’s leader,
I’m coach Bern, teacher at some random community school and retired olympic medalist. You might not know me, and I deeply apologize because I may say something inappropriate for lizardfolks culture, but rest assured that I speak with years of competence, having taught multiple kids and...
Mom paied a tutor cause I am failing English class. That’s the least she could do because she is always working and she never has time to stay with me. Arg. Remember to scratch that from the final draft that I need to send to Mr. Augaurath Claws Naschtok brutah’k goh sha turh Trahol Sorvahr kop da furh! Naschtok brutah’k goh sha turh Trahol Sorvahr kop da furh! I remember the drums. They woke me from my slumber. Adventurers? No. The petty little...
Naschtok brutah’k goh sha turh Trahol Sorvahr kop da furh! Naschtok brutah’k goh sha turh Trahol Sorvahr kop da furh! I remember the drums. They woke me from my slumber. Adventurers? No. The petty little...
I was offered to the great white dragon Augaurath. It was the greatest honour among us kobolds. I was gonna be remembered as a hero—savior of our tribe. The dragon chuckled at our poor offer, calling me Not Edible...
I have lost my voice to Baba Yaga, the Mother of all Witches. Ever since, I’ve been an outlander traveling the realms under the name that others gave me: Quiet
I found...
Sorry for the long hiatus, I’ve heard of things called internships and grad school and they are indeed a peril.
Following the footsteps of detective Archer it is time...
PLACEHOLDER
All right ladies and gentlemen, I don’t have time for an intermession and I am no play-writer though some lords of Waterdeep offered me some good coin to embezzle their children deeps not so long ago. But anyway, many things have happened since...
All right ladies and gentlemen, I don’t have time for an intermession and I am no play-writer though some lords of Waterdeep offered me some good coin to embezzle their children deeps not so long ago. But anyway, many things have happened since I...
My life as a smuggler has taught my that the best place to lay low are these so-called nowhere places. Any town in the middle of nowhere, where no one goes, and the people are dumb enough that they can’t even formulate a proper...
The lovely town of Good Mead. Nice people, good ale, and the perfect place for a retirement, specially if I can retire as the towns speaker. I’ll explain that in a second.
Kelvin’s Cairn, a 1,000 foot-tall mountain was the only peak within a thousand miles in the far north of ice wind dale. Treacherous, mortal, and I just find a terrible place to die…. no one would ever...
Howdy my friends. Last I left we had just stormed the front door of Caer-Dineval defeating an entire platoon of cultists. Now, silence reigned and we wondered where or who usurped the place for themselves.
We ventured deep into the fortress, finding many secret...
Once I heard this song by Frank Loesser – a famous bard – who said ♪ baby it’s cold outside ♬ so the view of Caer-Dineval was quite the sight to me...
I am an aloof tribal warrior stationed at the city of Easthaven. I’ve seen many adventurers come to the city hall. They come and they go. Some to never return. It’s easy to inebriate yourself with the promises of gold, fame, and power. I...
Easthaven was a busy town. People gathered in crowds to watch evil wizards meet their fate at burning pyres while fishermen ventured through the crackling frozen lake praying for next’s day meal. Townsfolk sheltered in cozy and warm taverns just so all the heat could...
Throughout my journal, you will see some red ink marks, in my stylistic cursive letter these reflect my personal and very partial view of the events that unfold. Sometimes, I also use my red pencil to emphasize names or locations.
Howdy. I’m Wilco Mugwich,...
Gossip and intrigue ran amok in the city of Phlan. Many of its citizens still spoke about how the Black Fist guard pursued a charlatan and hang it in the city bridge. Little was known about the dead man or what he did to deserve such gruesome death. Soon we...
I am Soulcatcher, a soldier encased in full armour. Sometimes, you hear me speak with a seductive woman voice, some others as a manly stoic veteran. My identity is not certain as I am many.
The halls of Kelemvor – the god of death and the dead – has been...
Why do tyrants fall? Why does the city of Waterdeep let the wicked run amok? The events of last Thursday left many lingering questions in my mind. It is not that I awake at night with nightmare visages of the events that occurred, as I am Faithless, yet I feel...
I pray and borrow the powers of Talos, the god of Fury, yet I have little to no belief. Some call it divine intervention, I only see gods sacrificing pawns and moving rooks and knights in their intricate and never-ending games. That made me Faithless, but this is a story...
I am Faithless, a wanderer, asking for questions that might not need an answer. Some day I’ll get to them. This is not that day, this is the day where I tell you about my adventures in the city of Plann.
The four of us were enjoying refreshing brews after...
What is the answer to life, universe, and everything more?
