Campaign 3 - Sam DM
Story - Technical - Sessions - calendar - Secrets

the plane of Exilis is a realm that fits in a small space between Pandemonium and the Astral Sea. caught on the edge of the Abyssal Lake and the Pale Shore. Needles to say its a realm not many can get to and even fewer ever leave.
People don't go to Exilis on purpose, its often an accident, Normally when people get lost at sea or missing in a storm they wake up on the shore of Exilis.
You have gone out on a sea voyage that never reaches its destination. the last thing you remember is a violet storm, giant tentacles, the ship smashing against gigantic waves and the dark plunge of black cold water.
You wake up along bits of ship wreckage, on a shore of colorless sand against a starless sky illuminated by Luna light of a shattered moon. You are not alone it seems. a few others are in the same situation. But they were not part of your ship's crew, Not even familiar in clothing. Getting up and looking around you have no idea where you are. the sea before you is black like tar but gently laps at the shore. it seems as still as a mirror beyond but dose not reflect the light of the moon above. Even the air you breath feels off.
Stranded in a forgine land you must band together with a few new comrades and face unknown horrors' that this land hold. Given a glimmer of hope that your freedom lies at the other end of the land but the journey there will be more of a mental test than a physical one.

Now this campaign was a mess but i still stand by that i put in alot of effort for it. just the effort was not well directed. I have matured and learned alot since this campaign. so when i am writing up the events of this campaign some events may be changed to make more sense or for more entertainment.

Robert Knight
Species: Human, Class: Cleric (Grave).
Joined Session 01 Year 12,264
For Robert, War was brewing. His time just before the Ashlem War began. Hit with bad hand after bad hand Robert was cold and bitter to the world, Finding some small solace in the depths of bottles and mugs. The most recent tragedy being the sudden death of his parents, and he was sure it was no mere accident. The more he dug the more he was sure there was some sort of cover up. The will, not being able to see the bodies. It all wreaked of foul play. But Robert had little resources and little power. Until a chance encounter with a Tabxi of blazing crimson hair. after a scuffle she promised Robert answers. He would merely have to join her.

Jorhimirax
Species: DragonBorn (Dragon Knight), Class: Ranger (Drake Warden).
Joined Session 01 Age of Darkness
Jorhimirax, or Johm for short. was a Dragon Knight from the Age of Darkness. A Warrior of a small tribe of Dragon-Born living high in the mountains of an ancient nation. He was a strong Ranger partnered since birth with a Shadow Dragon by the name of Saphira. He along with other warriors of his tribe would spend many of their days fighting off the beasts and horrors that ran rampant during the Age of Darkness. It had only been a fear years since he came of age when his tribe was destroyed. In a last ditch effort to claim some small victory he chased the abyssal creatures out to sea. Where he and Saphira would be swept up in an unnaturally monstrous storm and dragged down into the cold black ocean.

lekgolo, N11
Species: Construct (Warforged), Class: Barbarian (Zelot).
Joined Session 01
a Warforged built in the far off continent of Ostrov. Built as part of a small squadron being sent overseas in preparations for a major conflict it seems. Yet the shipment would never reach its destination and unit N11 would be lost to a black ocean abyss, waking up on unknown shores.

Zonatar
Species: Orc (Half-Blood), Class: Barbarian (Storm Herald).
Joined Session 01 Year 7000~
In her time, The nations of Mor-Thir had yet to be defined. It was early years for a new age of expansion. Zonatar would meet many new faces coming across the sea, Many Friendly, Some not. Her partner Shelia fell gravely ill during this time. An Illness that has been felt and cured many times it was serious but the remedy was available. It was a wet season of storms that year. Zonatar waited as long as she could however time was of the essence. Se decided to brave the storm and sail out to the reef, to find Sheila's cure. But Zonatar would not return. Swept into a unforgiving maelstrom and pulled down deeper than many dare to go.

Venenum Amicus
Species: Kobold, Class: Warlock (Undead).
Joined Session 01 Year 8000~
In his time, Venenum was a faithful servant to one of the many Dark Patrons still growing in power. He would serve them faithfully and be at their beck and call. Even when a sacrifice was needed for a dark ritual Venenum was first to raised his hand. Though this ritual sent him to a realm most believe doesn't exist. as he woke up on pale beaches against a black still ocean.