Our players decide they’ve spent enough time not cutting people open! The only way to find the truth is in meat, like some kind of murderous seer.

What’s the connection between the 4 paintings? What was the Tot Tit Tot doing here? Can our team find the answers on the streets of Hades town, in the shadow of the spire? And what,…

A bare room, four innocuous paintings. The Tom Tit Tot was here, but why? What truth does the stroke of a brush hold?

A modest Tom Tit Tot branch? Where’s the gold, the fine cuisine, the tailored suits??? This is by far the most suspicious thing in the furniture hell that is Hadestown.

Hidden behind an old wall, up a dusty stair, past a forgotten room, lies a secret. Perched at the top of Hadestown, is this the key to unlocking the truth of “reality” in this underground…

If the Hadestown Belltower is a mirror of the forest church tower, does that not mean similar secrets exist hidden in it’s walls? Truths and spaces stolen from sight, unspoken events weighing on Lord Bell’s…

With all their fumblings, our heroes have yet to devise a way to determine whether or not the people around them are “real” or not. Are they filled with with feathers? Stone?  Does that term…

Our heroes are lost in the unforgiving wilderness of the Tartan Wastes, that somehow also exist miles below the worlds surface? Something isn’t right here.

Questions, questions, questions. But if don’t know what you’re looking for, what use are answers? Time to throw something a the wall and see what happens.

They’ve spoken to kings, ancient magical beings, murderers and monsters. But what do you say to a god? Especially if you’d really like to avoid getting another curse laid on the pile?

Our heroes begin the search of the forest Churchtower in earnest, each one stumbling upon another hidden piece of the puzzle, including the mysterious Campana.

Are we even still underground? A twin of the Hadestown churchtower stands before us, in the midst of an idyllic countryside. Surely, inside is Campana, and answers.

Our heroes fight to escape a web of lies! Or are they? It’s easier to simply fight their way to Campana, their one hope for finding the truth. Or is it?!

As they settle the townspeople into safe fortifications, the slow degradation of Hadestown makes them wonder what quests they should or shouldn’t pursue.

Oh no, our heroes are actually forced to be heroes! Some of the Hadestown residents are cornered, protected only by the weary and bloodied Jeffe.

Trapped atop the city of Hadestown, our heroes see little reason to not brave the dangers of the forest. How could they possibly be worse then the city itself? All they have to do, is…

Night falls over Hadestown. Surely here, at the bottom of the planet, surrounded by unknowable dangers and mortal threats, the players can sleep soundly and without interuption. Right?

Surely our heroes can’t make the wrong decision again in their traversal of the dangerous forest of Hadestown. They can’t have chosen wrong again, that would just be unlikely!

Our heroes are positive that a small rustic village shouldn’t be resting in the middle of this deadly forest. But for a few, other things seem to be of greater import: lost friends and old…

A conversation with Bell leads the players to believe something is happening out in the forest. Maybe be following a squad of a soldiers into the unknown, they can pull back the curtains.

Lost in the forest of Hadestown, Ragna and Pegasus follow their companion through the strange, grave dotted landscapes. Are they risking their lives for the right reasons? What will they find?

Still wary that it might be a worthless excursion, our heroes journey out into the forest of Hadestown, hoping they find more then death in the pink forest.

Slowly, our heroes are feeling more and more like they haven’t prepared properly for the mystery that awaits them in Hadestown. What is blarneystone? Why is no one sweating? Is any of this real food?

So what if the old, decrepit mining elevator began spitting up bits of people, I’m sure it’s totally safe. I’m sure nothing bad with happen down in the confining, suffocating dark.

So what if old, decrepit mining elevator began spitting up bits of people, I’m sure it’s totally safe. I’m sure nothing bad with happen down in the confining, suffocating dark.

There was a main story?! Our heroes get back to their actually job that they actually get paid for, and journey to Mafic Road, seeking passge to the bottom of it’s massive quarry.

Who knew the door to the sewer could close! Only Ragna and Sapphire Melody can get out in time, and so it’s up to them to forgo saving themselves and find a way to rescue…

Time to run! But there might be more in the sewers waiting for them. Someone, something, or maybe just a whole lot of someones, ready to pummel them into the sludge.

Dash for the exit, but don’t forget Shira! Our heroes have almost escaped their pursuers when Shira gets knocked out. Can they rescue her and escape without taking further casualties?

Our heroes finish working on their sly trap, but only feet outside, their enemies stalk the streets looking for them. It’s just a bunch of flunkies tho, surely nothing can go wrong!

Something is watching Smugglers Cove. Something know our heroes would be here eventually, and it’s been waiting. Can they make it to Morgan without alerting anyone?

The storm rages in Not-Loggerspoole. With a newly created exit only feet away, the players need only fight their way through the torrential downpour long enough to escape, hopefully with both themselves and Robespierre intact.

How can anyone be expected to solve a puzzle in a world that doesn’t follow the same rules as our own? What is logic in an ever shifting alien roomscape? Better figure it out, only…

Trapped in a strangely isolated HQ, our players search for someway to escape a gross watery grave, as the Days of Week watch on silently, passively.

When Robespierre wakes, what will he have to say? Will he divulge his secrets willingly, or will he require some of Shira Snow’s gentle “encouragement”?

A pile of corndogs can only lie around so long. Eventually, they need to be put to use. The team decides to finally assemble the antidote, collecting the final ingredients quickly.

As the dust settles, it’s time for the battles that aren’t sung about. Plans to take care of those bereft of hearth and home, and reunions with hard-hearted family.

It’s time to fight the main behind the burning curtain. But Hickory hasn’t stopped his assault, and the damage begins to mount. Can our heroes survive, let alone end the fight in time?

The clock is ticking down on Hickory’s life, and our heroes begin to despair at what seems like a hopeless fight. Can they find the path to rescue him?

Oh painful, obvious, irony-of-ironies. Our heroes have found their friend, but the field of battle is no place to rescue an ally.

The riddle looms over battle and blood. Will a simple turn of phrase spell doom for the heroes? Have they conquered everything in their path so far only to fall to some well thrown bottles…

Blood, pain, fury. Combat rages, but soon our heroes most feared opponent rears it’s head: Riddles!

A battle for blood and life rages on, but on the outskirts the rest of the crew tries to see if they can’t make a quick buck. It’s not like the next opponent will have…

The Pit calls for blood of warforged, but the only thing spilled so far is wizard blood and dwarven alcohol. Can our heroes keep winning, or will their next mysterious opponent take them out.

Blood and music, sweat and dreams. All can be found in the chaos of the pit. The only question is if our heroes will find the truth there too, as they walk into the arena…

While Dweezil and Shira deposit some much needed money for the new orphanage, the rest of the crew descends into a pit of blood, alcohol and money to find the trail The Trolleyman has left…

Our heroes press deeper into the Lower Bailey, pursuing the smallest of threads towards looming mysteries. Who knows to what depths it could lead them, or even what familiar faces.

Something is hiding between the walls. The children of the Happy Sunshine Orphanage knew something was watching, by what and why?