On the edge of a primordial forest sits a remote logging village. Burdened by the weight of this hostile terrain, a demanding empire, and a string of bad luck, Rally teeters on the brink of collapse. And these four idiots probably won’t be able to save it.
"Sometimes we're lucky enough to find people who force us to feel..."
It's time for a long rest. Deep inside the Jonathan's shell, our heroes reflect on their journey and their place within it.
But w…
"You step one foot over the threshold and die."
Jonathan, the Anchor, has retreated deep into the earth. Guard, the reckless, has done much the same. Will our heroes be reunited in time to stop Jonat…
"Forgive me for seeing a man dying of thirst in the desert and offering him water."
Harisa is forced to consider which is harder to wrestle: one's past or a gigantic crystal worm. Will our heroes kee…
"I've talked to death. I've looked oblivion in the eye. And if you think you can step up to me, feel free."
Our heroes clash with a friendly face in a decidedly unfriendly place. Against the elements…
"That sound you just heard was Sam walking out."
At long last our heroes travel to Evening's Dawn, where they hope to find the Agra army and Harisa's mother. But things start bad and get much, much w…
"I cast Turn the Faithless."
A bomb has gone off at the gala. Our heroes, newly ascendant to positions on the Agra Council, are the only ones left standing when the dust clears and something looms ov…
"Will you be the foundation of the small seed we've planted?"
Nearly two months pass as our heroes are left without clear aim. In that time, they learn of Sisterhood secrets, deific origin myths, an…
"All you ever needed to do was forgive yourself."
Join us for a very special episode of Unbalanced Encounters, featuring 5 short stories from Agravar:
"Work it girl! Yes, yes! Love it."
Our heroes return once again to Agravar. In the wake of an attempted coup, they stock up on knowledge, armor, explosives and — of course — dresses.
But will any of …
"Can I roll to look for sandal prints?"
Porki returns in our third Rallying Interlude. Our heroes double-level up, get their patron-created magic items, and take a much needed beachside break.
But wi…
"I might not be the one that destroys you, but you're not walking away from this."
A mysterious blood warden has crashed the Cleanser's intervention. He has a mysterious hold on Guard and mastery ove…
"There are so many beautiful things. And you need to remember."
The Cleanser is upon our heroes, gnashing sapphire teeth and writhing blood-red pustules. Will they be able to calm him and remain in o…
"What do you need from me right now?"
June has finally be reunited with her long-lost mother. But will their reunion be a joyous one?
Probably not.
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"What the fuck, mama?"
Wardens pursue our heroes as their memories, one by one, dissolve into sand.
Will Guard's plan to chug a vial of sap and astral project to the Empressar get them any closer to …
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the DARK ABYSS"
A flash of blue light and red vine. A death. An escape. The ringing of a bell. And... Oz?
Will our heroes be able to melt into the crowds at the Dark…
"Who are the bad guys here?"
A war. A conspiracy of assassins. A missing mother. An elder god bent on cleansing the earth. Rosemary. How are they all connected?
June and Harisa think they might be ab…
"Mole people!"
Our heroes, having made it through the gauntlet of war, the desert, and Isaac's family FINALLY make it to this gods-damned meeting. But will they learn how to defeat assassins, the Cle…
"Not me. I love my fuckin' dad."
Harisa's parents drove her from home at a young age. June's father is dead and her mother has been missing for years. Guard only recently learned about mothers.
And I…
"You're that stranger what come in with the Isaac Axedrummers, ain't ya?"
Locked into mortal combat with an unknown company of assassins, our heroes struggle to find their own footing while the town …
"No, it's not right. This isn't how it happened. That's not right."
Isaac Axedrummer, in puppet form, is being paraded through the streets of a small town. It seems that every year, this little commu…