Westmarch Session Reports

Below are records of our shared chaos in the Westmarches. These aren't polished stories—they're lived adventures, dice-driven and occasionally wine-fueled.

Current Plot Threads

  • What treasures lie within the stronghold?
    • Why was the stronghold abandoned in the first place?
  • Where did the giant beetles come from?
  • What is the origin of the giant eagle?
    • What is the significance of the bracelet and chest wound on the eagle?
  • Who is the “chosen one” mentioned by the robed man, and what is “the thing” he spoke of?
  • Why are creatures being unleashed into the town when adventurers enter the stronghold?

Latest Session:

Arrival - Day Zero, 27/06/25

The gang begun their journey on their way to the town next to the stronghold, trudging through the harsh terrain of ice and snow the bitter weather had made their journey difficult. The rations in their packs had frozen stiff, their fingers numb, and the constant sound of Otis complaining that his feet are cold follows them as they walk. Suddenly, one of the caravan members spots a gigantic eagle in the sky, it circled as if it was about to swoop down. Our heroes dive for cover, watching as this eagle dives straight for a caravan member, gripping them with it’s claws and flying away with them. As everyone watched in horror, they noticed that the eagle was wearing a bracelet around its claw and had a wound through its chest.

The group continues into the town, it seems to be bustling with outsiders. They are greeted by a very unwelcoming guard who tells them they they’re sick of adventurers going into the stronghold as it unleashes creatures into the town. Otis desperately want’s a new pair of socks, so they walk over to an adventuring store, are threatened by the owner, and come out with one new pair of socks and 10 gold lighter. They continue into town, Lucky takes particular interest to a man dressed in robes, harking about “the thing” and about how the chosen one of the three gods will find it. He then makes a generous donation of 10 gold to the temple which they graciously accept, the temple then offer them a place to stay due to their generous donation.

Our heroes are given a tour around the temple, astounded by the beautiful architecture and the copper and iron lining the walls, but their tour is cut short as they hear screaming and shouting outside. Otis runs to the nearest window, as he peers out of it he jumps back as a gigantic beetle scuttles up the other side, he watches as a soldier stabs their sword into the creature, and it explodes into fire. Then, out of the corner of their eye they see another beetle step into the temple. Harlen shouts for everyone to move away from it as she and Lucky fire projectiles at it from far away, but it is no use, Otis holds his shield up high to protect himself, but is unfortunately felled by the beast. The beetle then charges at Lucky who strikes it with his sword as Harlen is still behind raining arrows. The beetle begins to retreat but not before it locks it’s jaws around Lucky and drags him out of the door. Harlen watches as a soldier stabs into the beetle and Lucky’s body explodes into a fiery grave.

Harlen is left alone, stood in disbelief. Otis and Lucky were her way into the stronghold, she cannot do it alone. Now all she is left with is herself, and a pair of socks. She will have to find a new adventuring party…

TL;DR

Harlen, Otis, and Lucky journeyed to a snowy town near the stronghold, braving icy terrain and a giant eagle attack. In town, they encountered an unwelcoming guard, a prophetic robed man, and made a donation to a temple. While touring the temple, giant fire beetles attacked—Otis and Lucky were killed in the chaos. Harlen is left alone, her companions dead, and must find a new party to continue toward the stronghold. The eagle’s bracelet and wound, the beetle attacks, and the “chosen one” prophecy remain unresolved.

No grand narrative. No railroading. Just maps, mistakes, and the strange joy of not knowing what comes next.

© Dear Nostalga – Westmarches played loose, logged carefully.