The Emerald Continent

Mechanical Allies

I came looking for a fight, but instead, I find a cup of hot tea. These mechanical creatures confound me, but I have seen many strange things since I arrived at the tower. It is nice to have new allies and a new base of operations. The other group is here to fix a problem that doesn’t exist. If the Baronial Heavyweight Champion can’t handle this mission, then who can? They’re only kidding themselves. Any who would hinder our path or steal our glory is an opponent, and we all know what I do to my opponents.

Slay the Unseen

She was sneaky, but being sneaky isn’t enough. All of the enemies here are sneaky. Now they’ll be silent forever. Rest in feces you creepy little bastards. As for the hedgehog lady, she wasn’t really all that tough. She was the big bad in this area and it only took two of us to finish her off while I was busy. It’s easy to kill an opponent in this tower, but it is also easy to be killed. It’s an ever-escalating arms race to see who can kill the other faster. Our offense is on point. I think we need to work on a solid defense.

Mighty Leaps and Choking Creeps


Too low.


A little higher this time, but not quite there.

Crowley offers me a boost.

My experience tells me to never pass up opportunities like this, so I accept the assist.



Try to break his freaking neck!

This creep won’t tap out, he’ll pass out.

So be it.

Fenra throws a rock at it and it crashes to the ground, dead.

I am the Heavyweight Champion!

Even if you beat me, you lose. Those are the rules. My tattered corpse will continue to smash, tear, and rip your body apart long after my mind has slipped into the darkness. The rules also say that there is no coming back from a wound like mine, however, I have learned two things in this business. First, sometimes you need to break the rules to get what you want. Second, I am the Heavyweight Champion, and I make the rules!

(So move on out here and die like a fool.
Try to figure out what my move is gonna be…)

Everything just started moving so fast.

Just a few days ago I was wrapping up a gig, and now I’m in an emerald tower that seems to act as some sort of nexus between planes. I don’t really understand the specifics, but I can grasp the concept. Not long after I entered the tower, I was transported to another world along with a stange halfling named Chillbo Baggins. We discussed the predicament we were in and he was able to fill me in. It seems popping between worlds is a common occurrence within the spire.

He also offered me some magical smoking weed. I have become much stronger since consuming the plant. It truly is wonderful, although potentially dangerous. Not long after, I was returned to the spire where I found a place to rest for the night. I awoke from my slumber to find a hooded figure standing in front of me. They turned out to be my contact inside the tower, and eventually directed me toward the rest of the group.

All magic items outside the tower no longer function, save a few. I got here just in time.

I discovered the group, at long last. They seemed a bit overwhelmed with the task at hand. The plants were fierce, yet in the end we overcame the odds and brought home the gold!

This is how it ends.

Not with a knife in the back, or some upstart heroes coming to rid the world of my evil. I’m going out in a raging inferno. At least I’ll be ready for the fires of Hell. I have lived mightily and traveled with some of the strongest people this world will ever know. I have slain dragons and won the favor of the gods. My only regret is that I never saw the end of the path. Now my soul awaits whatever torment that Xo has in store for me. I have prepared for this moment by living my life in a way that would please this chaotic deity. Will I crawl on my belly in the filth, serving as a footstool, or will I lead extraplanar forces in glorious combat? Perhaps Xo has something specific in mind. The thoughts are fleeting as I feel the world slipping away. I don’t want to die, but a part of me feels that this is just the beginning.

I'm a complicated man.

The Order. Peh! They don’t know the wonders I have seen! Other worlds filled with people and places to see. Magical treasure sold in plain view! I never had the courage to become an apostate. I probably couldn’t have even if I’d wanted to. My family was too well known for me to become a vagabond. They would have caught me eventually and then had me confined to my estate. This was not a simple act of rebellion, this was rebellion. I will return in force and wage war against the Order.

Somehow, we're still alive.

It took a few days, but I managed to bring the others to safety. That dragon bitch will die. If not soon, then some day. I will not fall under that spell again. I hope the rest of the group is as mad as I am. Luckily, we still have our supplies. I think we should wait until everyone is fully healed before braving the desert heat on foot.

109th d. Year of The Obsidian Flame. 900th SA

Ears around. Look behind. Listen. Traitors whisper. Hammer falls. Act.


The wizard has fallen beneath the sheer strength and determination of this group. I tried to stand toe to toe with Klarkosh, but I was nearly killed by that damned wizard. If it wasn’t me it would have been somebody else. I am simply glad it is over. The secrets of this tower will reveal themselves to me in time. I know that my actions will be well worth the effort when I bring home the trophies of war. The deed itself is likely incomplete. I must become stronger if I am to maintain my grasp on this tower.


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