Journeyman Questers

As the Gypsies gaze upon the ancient mural deep in the catacombs of the Church of the High Hunt, it dawns on them that they may be tied up with dark and powerful forces beyond their will. At least to the less sceptical among them, the fates seem to have clasped sinister knuckles about their future. What secrets does this room hold? The prophecy speaks of six coming from the south, upon a breeze, headed by a wolf. Could this refer to our brave heroes? The axe that belonged to Father Orius is the key, but what would they be opening? Some locks serve a purpose that curiosity should not meddle in. One thing is certain; the key to such a lock must not be left in untrustworthy hands. From what Brother Draug recounts, Chaplain Blackwood, the one seeking the stolen axe after a raid on the Church, is not an ally beyond suspicion. Whether the axe lies in the hands of some Sküldalandish creature from the far north, or in the possession of this shrouded figure, Blackwood, the Gypsies will not rest easy until it is returned to its owner. Hearing that Blackwood set off into the north-east, toward the Forest of Ymir, the Gypsies prepare to pursue her. Can they find her amongst the dark glades and beast-riddled pines of this vast wood? Will the key to the dark chambers wreathed in fate and mystery be returned to safe hands? All is to be unveiled in this most audacious episode of… The Journeyman Questers!   

With the trial of Dutch concluded our brave heroes the Gypsies of fortune have left G’Mirri with their sights set towards the icy coast of ‘The Varamark!’ home to both Varion and Richter. A harsh environment with harsher occupants set in boreal forests and tundra planes, as well as fearsome and windswept coastal bluffs and frozen islands. The Gypsies head towards the Church of the High Hunt, refuge to Brother Draug after his resurrection as a Lycanthrope. But HARK the Gypsies see a small abandoned caravan on the road south and upon landing the forests tremble and the hulking figures stir!!!

What is Law, dear listener? Is Law a reflection of our morality? Is it an arbitrary code of societal conduct? Is Law merely the established and indelible whim of the ruling classes and their preferred form of social covenant? Or is Law the only thing standing between civility and savagery? Civility and savagery, eh? Sounds like someone we know, doesn’t it? In this instalment of the Journeyman Questers we see the fire and fury of Dutch, half Orc pugilist of the Gypsies of Fortune, clapped in irons and brought before the dock so that the city of G’Miri might pass judgement on his deeds and actions. A worker lay dead, his head dashed against the cobblestones like a ripe pomegranate when introduced to the fist of the force of nature known as Dutch - alley carrouser, pub fight instigator, the gnarled and painted hot-blooded heart of the Gypsies of Fortune. Whispers move across the flagstones, past poorhouse brazier and merchant guild treasury. Dutch, who fought so valiantly to defend the city during the Bloodmoon siege, guilty of pummeling an innocent onlooker so hard that his body lay shattered and broken? Was it an accident, as some are perhaps too quick to say? Could a being so sure of his fists misplace them so tragically? Or, as some of the less tolerant murmur, could it simply be a case of Dutch’s Orcish ‘nature’ rising to the surface, a savage cream clawing its way past the milk of kindness and patience that he has fought so hard to cultivate? Or, as some smallfolk mutter and merchant tycoons nod unconcernedly, has Dutch’s status as City Saviour and close comrade of Mayor Rufus merely gone to his head and made him unconcerned for the ruin and devastation left in the wake of the maelstrom he unleashes every time he smirks and cracks his knuckles? Dutch’s allies seek to restore his freedom even as they seek to restore their own powers, and witnesses hold bated breath as all eyes turn on them. They say one should not build statues to the living, as they still have time to disgrace the stone. What does it mean when a hero falls, commits an error or act unbefitting of the legend we have mantled them with like a rich cloak of ermine? A man of redemption seeks to redeem Dutch’s reputation, while Mayor Rufus grapples with the torn loyalties between his citizen’s desire for justice and his own wish to see his friend safe. The lupine stalker awaits his brother’s verdict with trepidation, and a rather enigmatic figure will yet leave the worried Gypsies with a rather peculiar valentine. But hark! The bailiffs call for order as the gavel finds the wood, much the way a headsman’s axe finds the neck. Something is closing in around Dutch - is it the love of his friends? The aura of fate? Or the noose? 

With Brenna’s White Tusks firmly gouged into the belly of G’Mirri, our brave heroes The Gypsies of Fortune must find a way to burn them out! But with a friend dead and another locked in the guardhouse things don’t look so hot for these Gypsies. How can the gypsies defeat a foe this close to home? What will happen to Dutch in the trials to come? Will Zook ever get his ears back? Tune in to this week’s instalment of… THE JOURNEYMAN QUESTERS!!!!

Having seen to the burial of the betrayer Archdruid of fire, settling the unchewed beef of the head to head of Orc brethren, learning of the fate of old friends and new and initiating the formal establishment of the Kobold nation, the Gypsies of fortune turn their noses homeward, to old and familiar smells, sights and a new chapter in their meandering tale. What has become of the town of G'mirri? Adventurers wonder from place to place, rescuing innocents, slaying beasts of the darkest making, and occasionally turning the tides of the succession of power. Seldom, however, do they consider the many cascades of fate that tumble down from their actions to fill the pool of the future. Just such a tumultuous torrent awaits the Gypsies. Dive into it with us on this instalment of......The Journeyman Questers!

Returning from the elemental plane of fire, and with the Corruption from the dimensional tear solved and vanquished, the Gypsies of Fortune now find themselves back in the ashen ruins of Cinderhelm. What will they do now that the forest has been cleansed and this leg of their quest complete. Who has survived the battle? What of Varion, and the refugees that fled with the orcs and kobolds? Will they return to their beloved town of G’Mirri? All will be revealed in this exciting instalment of… The Journeyman Questers!

As the wind strewn ash settles, the bodies of friend and foe alike lie silhouetted across the ruins of Cinderhelm. Zazzi, the Archdruid of Flame, has met his demise having betrayed the other Archdruids and the Forest itself. Around his still-warm corpse the outcome of his treachery plagues the landscape.The silvermark brotherhood's stronghold has been laid to waste by a colossal golem of the fire plane. That same titan now demands a pact fulfilled by our brave heroes: that its children, enslaved and entoiled in service to the dwarves, are set free from the mystic shackles that bind them. In the aftershock of blood, fire and an eruption of holy platinum scaffolding, The Gypsies of Fortune must now follow this great elemental into its home world, a land made of pure ember and scalding sun. What lies ahead for the Gypsies? Will they be incinerated by the primeval forces that the dwarves sought to harness? Will the elemental take his revenge regardless of the best intentions of our brave heroes? Will Richter find an extra planar pen pal to keep in touch? Time to join us for the next chapter in the tale of the Journeyman Questers...

With their choice made and the burning figure of Zazzi coasting deep into the heart of a volcano within the portal to the realm of fire, our gang set about protecting the people of the forest and putting a stop to this wretched town of Cinderhelm and all the Silvermark who oppose them! But just as things seems to be going in our heroes favour a mighty eruption of fire and brimstone engulfs the entirety of the Citadel centre. A gargantuan elemental of legendary proportion towers over the fortified settlement, molten chains of aquantium melting away, a dark figure silhouetted in the head of the great beasts. What is this primordial creature and why has it come here? Who has allowed it to breach the portal and what are t’s motives? Friend or foe? Or something else perhaps? All will be revealed and more! In this nail-biting, butt-clenching and sweat-inducing climatic episode… of…. THE JOURNEYMAN QUESTERS!!!! Episode Picture Description: Wayland, an important figure who resides within the town of G'Mirri, and has aided the Gypsies as they have risen as local heroes.

Within the heart of every fire roars the same capacity for revolution. The hearth which warms your home. The bonfire you take your rest beside, prodding absently as the day's trials ache across your body. The candlelight by which you read at night. No mortal race ever climbed from the obscure swamp of creation and stood long enough to mark the ground without first learning to wield that most volatile of elements. Controlled, it can feed your armies, light your streets and power your machines. To shackle the flame is to gamble your civilisation on the confidence that you can keep such powers bound.Because unshackled? Oh, woe betide any and all who stand in the path of untamed flame, for a fire unchecked will devour not merely out of hunger but with vengeance against those who sought to ensconce it carelessly among all that is held dear.High walls of stone hiding a terrible injustice bake and crack around our Questers as the siege of Cinderhelm approaches its infernal crescendo. The fires of truth shall burn away all falsehoods as true natures and motives are brought forth into the light of a dawning new era.The elements shall clash as Druids cross bellow and blaze.Fire incarnate manifests in vendetta against mortalkind.And the Dragon's pilgrim will wield his Faith with a strength that shall move the very mountains. All this, and more... Episode Picture Description: Elgrin and Fleet, two young Brothers, whom with the Gypsies of Fortune crossed paths with in the early days of their adventures. Having survived the Lycanthrope attack, they reside within the town of G'mirri with their Grandmother.

The trap is sprung! With Oshkar revealed to be an illusion broadcast from an unknown distance, our intrepid Gypsies must instead concern themselves with the imposters before them. It has been some time since the Gypsies crossed paths with the Silver Shifters, those who would ride to glory on a pilfered name and stolen valour.With the betrayal of the Orc shaman signifying potential doom for the unaware sieging armies outside the walls of Cinderhelm, time is of the essence.The Gypsies of Fortune must strike now if they wish to bring this hive of corruption to justice and end the corruption which stains the blackens the forest. The Gypsies stand now, ready to cross blades with those who have eaten greedily from the bounty of their success. But now the bill is due.Episode picture description: Frank Griffin led the lycanthrope attack during the blood moon on the Gypsies of Fortune's home of G'mirri, slaying many of their friends and almost burning the town to the ground.

Hold onto your bootstraps, journeyman, for this time the Gypsies stand divided by thick walls and venomous treachery. Deep within the belly of the mountainous citadel, half the party face down an old rival that vies for status and glory, driving for the downfall of our fair adventurers. The other half, barred from their companions by thick, muscled dwarven sentinels, must make haste and set about sabotaging the defences of the outer city and must not be ousted as imposters whilst they do it. Cinderhelm has long been the object of the Gypsies' fixation, but not all is as expected within these walls and an unforeseen reunion will turn the tide of history, for the forest and for our brave companions. Image description - Before losing her life during the battle for G'mirri on the blood moon, Mogak, was head of the towns guard of G'mirri, the hometown of the Gypsies of Fortune

With the destruction of the clairvoyance beacon all debate has been put asunder; the forces of High Canopy march tonight on Cinderhelm! Not all have agreed to the siege but those factions willing have marshalled their forces in a coalition of flora and fauna. Hoof, foot and trunk crash forth through the underbrush toward the imposing walls of the Dwarven city, heart of the very evil which bleeds insidiously into the woods beyond its walls. Therein our intrepid Gypsies will encounter foes and threats old and new, with many a surprise in store.None can say what land the sun shall rise upon in the wake of this most martial of dialectics between nature and industry. Only this can be said with certainty; There shall be a Reckoning!

Dusk falls over the Aercine canopy, tendrils of shadow creeping across the forest floor and mingling with the corrupting thorns which writhe their way incessantly across this once-sacred wood. But whereas ordinarily the forest night would teem and trill with the sombre hooting of owls, the croaking of toads, the yowl of a fox or any other number of myriad chirps and tuts emanating from the lives which forage their bounty under the night sky, this eve is different. A stillness hangs across the moss and branch, and even the brook seems reserved in it’s wet patter.For a pale moon looms over the sky-mounting apex of High Canopy, and all forms of woodland life have sent their representatives to this parliament of foliage to find consensus in the Moon Meet. Grave faces with sombre expressions must now determine this most pressing business; what is to be done about the Dwarves of Cinderhelm?There are soft hearts which call for peace and calloused ones which yearn for blood. The Arch Druids are collected, and now the fundamental elements of this world must debate via animated rhetoric the case for the Dwarves’ expulsion, appeasement or slaughter.The decision of this Moon Meet will determine the fate of the entire forest, perhaps the world beyond, and perchance even worlds beyond this. For all things which sup from the bounty of this land are connected, each element in a graceful and endless dance, eternally rising and falling in tandem. And the effects of a blow struck in this world may echo out unto the vast blackened void above, before cascading down unto all possible realities beyond the horizon.And many eyes are watching...

Boil up a pot take a seat by the fire and enjoy a fine brew with... The journeyman Questers! It's that time again folks and oh boy what an episode! Our heroes, the gypsies of fortune face a new and daunting challenge... The great congregation of the moon circle! All the clans of the forest have gathered at Zooks call and now they await to see what the Archdruids have to say on the future of their precious and corrupted home. Will the gypsies manage to persuade the clans to unite under their plan for Cinderhelm? Will they hold strong to their morals and persuade the forest to join them? Will Dutch find a family in the forest orcs? Will Brother Draug and Ruthus manage to sniff out the treachery within the tree? Will Richter ever find out what plagues his dreams!? All and more will be revealed in this weeks episode!! Good luck Gypsies... Good Luck.

Following the wake of the Green Dragon Zakai's demise at the hands of our brave heroes, High Canopy finds it's self bustling with the arrival of the many varied tribes, as well as the creatures, great and small, that call the Aercine their home: all here for the imminent Moon Meet, and to hear what the Druids of air, earth, water and fire have to say. Join us for this next instalment of the Journeyman Questers, and listen as the Gypsies of Fortune attempt to win the favour of the inhabitants of the Aercine. Will Zook face his fear of his eight legged friends? What information can Brother Draug gleen by infiltrating the suspicious Wood Elves? Can Dutch survive the trials of the savage orcs? Find out in episode 7 of the Journeyman Questers!

Raise your flagons on high and cry victory my friends, as the Journeyman Questers plant a stalwart, powerful heel upon the crumpled heap of a baneful foe, slain in the very nest of it's power.But hold from your utmost celebrations listeners, as the chapter is far from finished. How will the tree and greater wood react to this rebellion in the skies? The death of Zakai was a flaring beacon of portent; who shall answer the signal, and how? What myriad footsteps now tread through the thick canopy, different in shape and gait but all heading in a singular direction - to the newly liberated tower of nature upon which our heroes now stand.Settle down and raise an ear my friends. Will our heroes learn the true meaning of hospitality? Will Rufus find armour that fits his newly diminutive form? Will Richter's bizarre vision of a Kobold Union be realised? All this and more awaits!

Long have our adventurers marched forth, parting woodland and swamp alike in their quest to reach the colossal spire of High Canopy. Every step of the way they have been scrutinised by the very malevolence they now seek to purge from this wounded land - the dragon Zakai, green-winged master of the skies who now claims this once sacred site as their rank and rotted dominion. Untold numbers of forest creatures and adventurers alike have fallen to the scaled, viridian menace who unfurls their wings in blasphemous pride atop this tower of ancient wood.With Zook now wielding the powers of the windswept sky and Ruthus’ vendetta against Dragonkind still burning with the same white heat as his Sunblade, the stage is set for a terrible, Aeon-shattering confrontation, at such a mighty height that only the pitiless blue gaze of Heaven might bear witness to this clash of fates.Always remember; your senses are fickle, and your eyes do not always tell the whole story. A small frame can hide an unfathomable power, and even life and death are not set in stone - particularly at moments such as this, when the threads of fate converge to a single point in time where true legends are forged and eternally retold in song and tapestry.The Gods have cast their die - together, let us bear witness to where they fall.

Our adventurers surge forth, the blood of Kings thick in the air as Kobold society erupts into a chaotic power-vacuum all around; what better time to infiltrate a keep than as the crown tumbles from bloody brow, the sound echoing off the bloated egos of the ambitious, conniving false-dragons? But the day is far from won. Join the Journeyman Questers as they climb the treacherous wooden veins of High Canopy, up, up, through checkpoints of reptilian sentries as they reach with sweat-soaked gauntlet toward the illumination - and revelations - that might await them at the very cloud-bursting peak. Be warned, traveller; scaled sentinels are the least of your worries in this defiled sanctuary, and the eyes which regard your ascent from high atop this magnificent column of power are shrouded in deceit and blackest cunning. Will our Questers crack the sky and view the world from atop this highest of peaks? Will they meet friend amongst foe as they strive to finally rid High Canopy of its illegitimate monarch? Will they finally deduce the source of the woodland corruption which threatens the lives of all who feed and slake their thirst upon the bounty of the forest? Only one thing remains certain now… It’s a very, very long way down.

Welcome back to the third episode! Will our heroes find away in to the mighty High Canopy, or will they fall victim to it's new, unsavoury residents... Apologies for the audio, or lack-thereof for the first half, we didn't press record on one of the microphones. If you stick with it until until the second half it's greatly improved! 

Join us for our second episode as our heroes venture through the mysterious Aecyne, facing many dangers as they make their way to the heart of the forest, High-Canopy. 

Our quest currently follows a group called the Gypsies of Fortune, a varied party of dispossessed travellers trying to build a new home together in the town of G'Mirri, and venturing far and wide to find retribution, treasure, glory and the loved and lost. We want to bring the fun, laughter, terror and wonder that we experience around our table to your ears, to celebrate the nerdy paradise of D&D and to revel in an adventure of such calibre that it might just tickle you where you want to be tickled!