link:: Campaign - Shadows of a Radiant Heart, Arc 1 - Seeds of Deception

Session 52

Information

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• session_date:: 2025-05-22
• eberron_date:: Ther 13, 998 YK - Ther 14, 998 YK
• player_characters:: Thirteen, Davira, Elrath, Sarodan, Took, Toriman
• level:: 6
• locations:: Vathirond

Current Threads

• Locate the third shard in The Mournland
• Uncover the truth about The Whispering Flame

Storyline / Scenes

• Heading into The Mournland?!
• First Leg of the Journey
  • First Leg - The Mournland
    • Day 1
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    • Day 3
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  • Casalon’s Echo - The Village of Frozen Moments

Secrets & Clues (Things the party should know…)

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DM Info Section

Potential Encounters

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Important NPC

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Key Locations

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Important Rules

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Recap from previous Session

“Hear now of the deeds of the brave company in the beleaguered town of Vathirond, where the breath of the Mournland falls chill. Midst swirling mists and the cries of the fallen, they stood firm against a tide of horrors loosed from Cyre’s cursed heart. Foul Dolgrims were smote, and hulking Dolgaunts, their wicked whispers silenced, met their end. From the shadowed eaves, a terrifying Cloaker descended, its mournful cry striking fear, yet even this abomination was vanquished by their combined valour, its dark form slain upon the bloodied stones. Thus did the adventurers prove their mettle, and in the crucible of battle, each found new reserves of strength, growing in skill and power.

From the weary City Guard and haunted townsfolk, they gleaned grim tidings: Vathirond withers under these relentless assaults, the mists themselves seeming to encroach and steal the town’s fading life. The Day of Mourning’s terror lingers, a fresh wound for those who remember the screams from within the silent land.

Then came counsel from Sergeant Roric, a veteran of that sorrowful border. To Making you declared your intent, and she, knowing well the paths of peril, warned you from the King’s Road eastward – for Kalazart, she avowed, is a domain of ghosts, undead, and an insectoid dread. ‘Nay,’ she guided, ‘turn your faces southeast, towards the forgotten leagues where Casalon once stood. Three days, perhaps four, through the wastes may bring you to that ruin, a grim shelter on your path.’ With her words echoing, and the taste of battle still fresh, the path into the Mournland lay starkly before you…”

Session Notes

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