Inspired Incompetence

This week, the party finds themselves on the wrong end of an absolute ass kicking. Bruised, bloodied, and running dangerously low on healing, they're pushed further than ever before. For the first time in the campaign, it genuinely looks like this could be the end of the road for our heroes. But hey... I'm sure they'll be fine. Right?

After cutting through every obstacle this "definitely just a bakery" had to throw at them, the party finally meets an opponent who refuses to go down quietly. For the first time in their adventure, they find themselves on the receiving end of a serious beating. Tuom Molegrade is proving to be far more dangerous than some run-of-the-mill counterfeiter, and the party is about to learn that dismantli...

This week, after what feels like an entire adventure spent fighting their way through the bakery-not-bakery, the party finally comes face to face with Tuom Molegrade. Having dismantled her operation one room at a time, they expect anger, threats, or outright violence. Instead, Tuom remains surprisingly calm, politely asking them to leave. But when someone stays that composed while watching their p...

This week, the party finds themselves still knee-deep in guards as the bakery-not-bakery continues to reveal its secrets. As if armed guards weren't enough, this latest fight comes with a Dig-Widget joining the fray. And just when things seem under control... what in the Nine Hells are those jinkins doing crawling out from behind the shelves? Every room in this place somehow manages to be worse th...

This week, the party finds themselves fresh off desecrating the corpse of Clan Tolorr elder Ygrin Oathcarver—a corpse they created, mind you. After discovering there's a lot more to Ygrin than meets the eye, they press deeper into the increasingly suspicious bakery. At this point, it's becoming clear that this place has a lot more in common with a secret headquarters than a place that sells bread....

Fresh off taking down Ygrin—one of Clan Tolorr’s elders—the party finds themselves still knee-deep in trouble. His loyal gargoyle remains very much a problem, proving that even death isn’t enough to stop Ygrin from making their lives miserable. Some enemies just know how to be a pain in the ass to the very end.

This week, the party comes face to face with Ygrin Oathcraver once again—but what is he doing here? As more pieces of the mystery fall into place, one question keeps nagging at them: why does a bakery need a fully stocked training room in the first place? The deeper they dig, the less this place feels like a bakery… and the more dangerous it becomes.

Fresh off clearing the riffraff out of the bakery’s training room, the party turns their attention to Tuom Molegrade’s quarters in search of answers. But as they begin digging through the room, an eerie disembodied voice suddenly echoes through the air. The strangest part? It sounds… familiar. Very familiar.

This week, the party pushes deeper into the bakery and stumbles upon something they definitely weren’t expecting: a fully outfitted training room. Because apparently this bakery needed more than ovens and rolling pins. And standing silently in the corner? A lone scarecrow that somehow makes the whole place even more unsettling. Nothing suspicious about that… right?

This week, the party continues their break-in at the former Blacknoon Guild bakery—but things are far from quiet. With the alarm already raised, the element of surprise is long gone. Talking their way out worked before… but with blades drawn and tensions rising, will words still be enough? Or is it time to fight their way through?

This week, the party finally steps inside the bakery—only to be immediately confronted by guards. With suspicion in the air and eyes on every move, they’ll have to think fast. Will they talk their way out… or draw steel and let their actions speak instead?

This week, the party sets up a stakeout at the bakery, hoping to uncover something new. But will they actually learn anything they don’t already suspect? With Fazil offering a… creative distraction, the team has a choice to make: take the bait, or trust their instincts and hunt for the secret entrance they’re convinced is hidden nearby. Either way, things are about to get interesting.

This week, the moment finally arrives—Fungie cashes in his Blacknoon coin. It’s time for the Blacknoon Thieves’ Guild to start answering some long-overdue questions. But what exactly does Fungie expect to gain from stepping into their world? In Highhelm’s shadows, every deal comes with a price… and not all of them are paid in coin.

This week, the party reaches out to Clan Molegrade, hoping to open a dialogue and gather the answers they need. But will the clan be willing to discuss its affairs with outsiders… or will they prove just as closed-off—and calculating—as The Broch? In Highhelm, trust is hard-earned, and not every door opens willingly.

This week, the party comes face to face—albeit through iron bars—with Jirelga. But who is she, really? A potential ally or a dangerous enemy? A guide through the shadows, or a smuggler with her own agenda? Survivor… or something far more destructive? In The Broch, nothing—and no one—is ever quite what they seem.

This week, the party takes a field trip to The Broch—Highhelm’s infamous private prison. But this isn’t a place built on rehabilitation; it’s a business. And in The Broch, profit comes before people. As the party digs deeper, they’ll have to decide just how far they’re willing to go in a system designed to keep its secrets locked behind a pay wall.

This week, the party sets out on a new mission granted by the spirit of King Taargick himself. Their first task: locate the lone Darthnelar survivor. To begin the search, they must return to a familiar place—the winding Burrows of Highhelm. Old tunnels, old secrets… and perhaps a few old problems waiting to resurface.

This week, the party struggles to complete the Rite of Repatriation as the ritual takes a dangerous turn. Possessed Krohan proves to be far more formidable than anyone expected, and the party must hold their ground if the ceremony is to succeed. After everything they’ve endured, King Taargick had better accept Krohan’s redemption… because they’ve certainly paid the price for it.

This week, the party begins the Rite of Repatriation. At long last, Skysunder may finally be made whole again. For Krohan, this is more than ritual—it’s redemption. After everything that’s happened, he stands on the brink of setting right a great wrong. The question is… will the ancestors agree?

This week, the party keeps turning pages and unrolling ancient scrolls, digging deeper into the secrets buried in Stonehall. Just a group of adventurers doing some quiet research—nothing suspicious at all. Definitely no funny business. None whatsoever.

This week, the party dusts off ancient tombs and unearths long-forgotten scrolls hidden deep within Stonehall. What begins as simple research soon stirs echoes of the past—because when has digging into ancient secrets ever gone smoothly? Surely nothing dangerous has ever come from a little light reading… right?

This week, the party delves into the legacy of King Taargick, hoping to uncover key details about his reign and deeds. With Krohan still needing the blessing of the ancient ancestors, time is running short—and the stakes are high. Here's hoping their research turns up something useful… before the ancestors make up their minds.

Is he really…? He really is. After everything the party’s done to keep Krohan’s identity under wraps, he’s just going to walk right up to Bulgra and strike up a casual conversation. No plan. No warning. The mood of the festival is about to take a major turn—and not the fun kind.

With the boffer brawl in the rearview, the party shifts their focus to Bulgra. Hopefully, she finds their retelling of the harrowing voyage to Guldrege just as entertaining as you, the listener.

This week, the party heads to a fan-favorite event of the Family Festival: the grand battle reenactment. It’s all just harmless fun—a big, chaotic boffer brawl meant to entertain the crowds. What could possibly go wrong? (Spoiler: you already know the answer.)