This week, my Shattered Star campaign turned two-years old! In a surfeit of celebration, we had cake.
At the end of last session, we left our heroes resting in the Star Landing Inn after defeating the amorous Hol and his suspicious bunch of flowers.
At the end of last session, we left out heroes fleeing the collapsing Dark Forest on the wings of a plane shift spell. After all, virtually anywhere in the vicinity of Kaer Maga would be better than a collapsing demi-plane!
At the end of last session, we left our heroes battling several incorporeal undead. The party were well-prepared for such foes and lashed them repeatedly with bursts of positive energy. Before long, the creatures—belatedly identified as a spectre and four wraiths—were destroyed.
At the end of last session, we left our heroes awaiting the onslaught of a large, angry wyvern. However, Ariquis had stepped forward and shouted in Draconic that he wished to parley.