Rangers of Jungle Deep

The impressive but ruined entrance to the strange building cleared of skittering spiders and giant bone-gnawing rats, the company had more time to look around as they caught their breath [ Camp Event : Lay of the Land ].   A strange and elusive pall seemed to hang over the place.  Parthoghimeos agreed that it was nothing to do with the tower's denizens, who could occasionally be seen scuttling along the ceiling high above.  The place was littered with tombs, covered in archaic, unreadable script.  Against one wall was a huge death mask that had once spat water - or something else ? - into a basin.  The weapons hung in the racks along the back wall had clearly been votive objects, and all bore crusted, fossilised stains of what must surely have been blood.  The chipmunk picked up a couple of objects, but his nose wrinkled up and he decided things were best left alone [ Campaign Activity : Mystic Expedition, to no avail ]. The imposing staircase leading up t...

Tijdit is an unprepossessing place, little more than a constellation of small farms, where families of goat-herders hole up in modest wood and thatch dwellings, with their strange and characteristic roofs.  Still, a thousand souls dwell in them, and there is life enough that a sort of village centre has grown up around the Alderman's dwelling, only slightly less modest than all the others.   The people of Tidjit travel little, and are in awe of anyone who has desire enough to come to their lands, that they are ready to walk into the howling icy wind that sweeps perpetually down the Vale.  Before lunchtime, the heroes had been gifted enough food to keep them going for a while [ Town Event : A Kindly Person Packs Lunch ].  A gold mark was enough for upkeep.  "Perhaps I should move in", said Radovan.  Parthoghimeos joked that the lack of a tavern in Tijdit would indeed be good for his health, and Radovan smiled at that.  "There is more to this rogue than...