The fourth in a series of homemade modules by James Richmond, taking the characters from the Vesve Forest (VF1: Lerrek’s Towers and VF2: Delvenbrass) through Iuz’s territory (VF3: Journey Into Darkness) and climaxing in the Howling Hills (SH1: Cavern of the Souls).
Journey into Darkness
The third in a series of homemade modules by James Richmond, taking the characters from the Vesve Forest (VF1: Lerrek’s Towers and VF2: Delvenbrass) through Iuz’s territory (VF3: Journey Into Darkness) and climaxing in the Howling Hills (SH1: Cavern of the Souls)
Download the PDF here: Journey into Darkness
Here’s another homemade Greyhawk module by James Richmond. The adventure begins in the Vesve Forest around the area of Quaalsten. The characters have just defeated the Lich Lerrek and obtained the Cup and Talisman of Al’Akbar. They have brought the relics to Oaklock Gilderlief, an elven Bladesinger, in order to cure the disease that has befallen the good people of the Vesve forest.
Download the PDF here: Delvenbrass
Here’s a homemade Greyhawk module by James Richmond that takes high-level characters into the Vesve Forest on a quest into the twin towers of Lerrek the Lich. It’s based upon the Oerth Journal story “Lerrek’s Tale,” and set during the Great Northern Crusade.
Download the 24-page PDF here: VF1 Lerrek’s Towers
Post Artwork: Dainel MawbyArt: The Lich Rises
(For an alternative telling of “Lerek’s Tale,” read The Bride of Count Dahlviere.)
The Bride of Count Dahlvier
Mother of Witches: Part Seven
Fair Elena’s Betrothal
“The Flanaess is not wide enough to hide her from me!” Zagig Yragerne declared. He was wrong. He employed all means at his disposal—magical, abyssal, and otherwise—to locate his prodigal apprentice and avenge his wounded heart, but Natasha knew his methods and his means. She disguised herself cleverly, wrapped herself in scrying wards, and made her way through the wild ways until she came upon the dancing hut where she found Fair Elena feeding the scraps to the cackling geese.
“How is it that you have dared to come to this place again?” Elena demanded sharply. “Should our mother find you out, she will not deal gently with you this time.”
“I have come for your sake, my sister,” Natasha protested innocently. “My conscience pricks me, and shame goads at me. Was it not cruel and unkind of me to steal away Zagig’s heart as I did? Surely I was a jealous fool. But if you still want to be the old man’s wife, you only need to play it in the manner of the game we played with the Sultan’s son. You take my name and my face, and he will come to find you at once, I am sure. I promise you, after he has claimed you for his own, he will never let you go.”
Elena’s countenance darkened. “Oh cruel, cruel fate of Istus!” she sighed. “Too late you have come! Mother has pledged my hand to another of her disciples: a dweomer-master nobleman who dwells far off in the Northern Reaches. I am soon to go to him and to be wed to him.”
“Console your sorrowful heart sister,” Natasha said gently. “I shall go for you to the Northern Reaches and wed this dweomer-master of yours. He shall take me for you, just as Zagig will take you for me.”
Elena danced with delight among the cackling geese and laughed, “I know the reak well!” She threw arms around her sister and pulled her close in tight embrace. “Sweet sister. This kindness surpasses all others you have shown me. Please let’s not quarrel again over poopnoddies!” Continue reading “The Bride of Count Dahlvier”