Streamlabs decided to take a hard nap mid-session. Not the “everything looks fine on my end while you’re all staring at a black screen” problem, thank God. This one was a full lockup. Preview frozen, controls dead, the whole app basically turned into a screenshot. So I did the only thing you can do: killed it, restarted the stream, and jumped right back into the scene as fast as possible.

In Karra’s stronghold, the Shadowfell didn’t ease us in, it just took something. The Jester showed up, called it a new board, and Nefir was suddenly gone. The party salvaged what they could (including a Scroll of Gentle Repose), said a surprisingly real goodbye to Ed-D, and followed Grashka’s “pull” straight into a wraith ambush that got messy fast… especially when Cliff’s holy power hit Grashka like it hit the dead. Later, they found villagers they’d saved before, picked up another key from Brie, and now it’s two keys in hand, three to go.

DM Deep Dive is backstories: why I cap them, why “too short” is still a problem, and what happens when you give me nothing to pull on. Spoiler: I’ll make the strings myself.

An undead village that asks to be raised, a necromancer with rules, and a paladin order ready to burn it all down. The party has to choose between kingdom law and Karra’s living–dead families, knowing whatever killed an Emerald Dragon without leaving a mark is still out there. They bend the truth, break a few knights, and walk away with ash on their boots and the Sky Shrine on their to-do list. How long can they juggle “necessary lies” before Bahamut’s court puts the pieces together?

Music: Barovia - Death House Background by Supernova Collective https://supernovacollective.bandcamp.com

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A year stolen by the Elysian Inn, raining oil-fire over Hawk Tuah, and somehow the party walks away with a bottomless beer mug, a dragon-blessed pantry, and a sack of wagon scrap for Tim’s next bad idea. Their report to the Gem and Metallic courts earns them a new job and a deed to a tiny riverside bastion that might someday be home—or a tomb. Between a too-smooth “I can get anything” broker, a town crier screaming about skyscraper-sized kuo-toa, and a village peacefully ruled by undead, the line between diplomacy and preemptive smiting is getting very, very thin.

Music: Neverwinter - Neverdeath Graveyard Background by Supernova Collective https://supernovacollective.bandcamp.com

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