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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The stream cut out again even after dropping to 1080p, so Tech Diaries covers Wi-Fi finally betraying me and the plan to hard-wire the house before it happens again. In game, the party woke in a drained, starless nowhere, met Grashka and her radiant sword Mildred, and killed a nightmare creature that left behind a single purple key. For the DM Deep Dive, I break down two rulings on old spell-point memories and a Vortex Warp vs “swallowed whole” moment, and how to keep trust when your description and the stat block don’t quite match.

The Elysian Inn finally showed its teeth. As Bellamy, Kolut, Tim, and the rest tugged at the seams—guest ledgers that spanned centuries, blood-refilling relics, and offers to “grow old” without ever leaving—they made their call: slam the automa-cart into the front door and pray. It worked… mostly. They burst back into daylight to find a year missing, the war grinding on without them, and no sign yet of the stolen chalice that might decide the next move in the dragons’ game.

There’s no time to mourn lost months. The town square erupts into chaos as goblins turn a packed theater into a killing floor—children strung up as leverage, archers on the rails, a warg-rider king laughing under a sky that starts raining fire. Planet crew and Plight crew hit the aisles together: fog to blind the archers, thunder to clear the balconies, steel and radiant fury to drag hostages out of the blaze. By dawn, streets are scorched, a crowned goblin has slipped away, and both parties are riding toward the capital with smoke at their backs, a missing artifact on their conscience, and a very personal score to settle.

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Velvet rules, sweeter air. The Elysian looks harmless until the seams show—ledgers that outlive their guests, a ceiling you can’t fly past, a chalice that bubbles with habit. Promises are weighed against price, tempers spark, and a certain automacart decides the front doors are optional.Sunlight hits different outside. The calendar jumps, the inn sheds its glamour, and the square erupts—goblins, hostages, a wolf-rider chief grinning under drawn bows. Straps cinch, blessings rise, and steel answers noon.

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Tonight’s opener: why the stream hard-failed twice and why we’re shelving 4K for crisp, reliable 1080p—less glitter, more live. Then it’s back to the story: Menest’s ever-present hum, “Mark” who flips from harmless to horrifying, and an inn that isn’t an inn at all. One bad gulp later, the party wakes in a stomach-lake… just in time for a storm-armored orc to step through the dark without a word.

I lay out how we do ability scores so no one “loses” at Session Zero: shared-pool rolling (18s stay, 3s don’t), a simple swap for concept fit, and the promise that I tune DCs/ACs later—not mid-fight—if the numbers run hot. Fast, fair, and fun: the dice keep their sparkle, and the world still bites back.

Velvet doors, sweeter air. Hawk Tua’s Elysian Inn promises delight without consequence—weapons sheathed, smiles a little too practiced, pink flower-sweets on silver trays. Grendwynn’s instincts prickle; the hosts are charming, the rules are gentle, and somewhere under the music a fiendish heartbeat keeps time.

Night fractures into temptations and tells: a ceiling that won’t be flown past, a chalice that bubbles behind glass, confessions traded in warm water and low light. By last call, allies tighten their circle—and the bill isn’t coin. It’s breath, resolve, and what you’re willing to leave on the pillow when the candles go out.

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Crystals that only wake to raw mana. A grove chained to stone. A warden of ice that makes every brave strike hurt. The team pushes past cold and consequence to cut someone free—if they can.By dawn, a confession chills more than the dungeon ever did. The road bends to velvet comfort where the bill isn’t paid in coin. Step in, breathe deep… and notice what the inn quietly takes.

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We open the lines with Open Frequency—a spoiler-safe chat with a real fan of the show. Favorite PCs/NPCs, the moment that hooked her, and what she wants more of. If you can hear us, we can hear you.

Then the DM Deep Dive: Random Encounters That Actually Matter. Not “roll a die, throw a wolf.” How to use quick scenes with a job—spend resources on purpose, flip hero/villain moments, spotlight who your players built, drip clues, and change the map—using a simple loop: setup → choice → change. Short, sharp, and stealable for your table.