Eyes Only · Clasp Inner Circle
Everything on the other site is true-ish. This is what actually happened, as recorded by Bohdi Shadowtwist: bugbear, sorcerer, healer of the ungrateful, newly appointed Spook of the Clasp, and the only member of this crew keeping honest notes.
Who Is Writing This
I am a sorcerer. The magic was free; everything since has cost extra. I grew up in Ebonroot, which the rest of the crew has just discovered on a map like it's a rumor. I joined the Clasp because talent should be compensated, and I've recently been promoted into the inner circle, a leadership role called "Spooks." There is a black cloak. It is extremely fine. People have asked if it's magical and the answer is unconfirmed, which is how I like it.
I travel with five other adventurers and a dwarf named Thrack. They are, against my professional instincts, my friends. When they are dying, I heal them. When they are hanged by a farmhouse ghost, I banish it. When they need to flee a Demon Prince, I draw the teleportation circle. You will notice a pattern: things go wrong, and then I fix them.
"The official record says the party escaped. The accurate record says I opened the door and held it."
By The Numbers
The Portfolio
Three planar bombs, each ten times the yield of an artifact detonation, anchored to Hell, the Abyss, and the Far Realm. Two deployed before we ever heard of them. We captured one and vaulted it at the Cobalt Reserve. Somebody wants the world unmade, and they had a budget.
Someone forged Fetch's signature on Myriad letterhead and let the Kymal chapter burn for it. Fetch is a Spireling of Secrets. If someone can frame him, no one's ledger is safe. This is now a Spooks matter, which means it is my matter.
The Remnants (the people who can place the third anchor where it needs to go and possibly recover Alorah Vasorin's soul) are under a barrow in the region where I grew up. Blaine Kraverrogg is en route to dig it up. I have opinions about strangers excavating my childhood.
The Demon Prince of Indulgence came through a divine gate and hit us like weather. We retreated in good order (see: my teleportation circle). He left a curse in Grai as a parting gift. This account is not settled.
An artificer with edited memories, an illrigger whose mother runs a cult, a barbarian with a crown I don't ask about, a druid who can become a slug, a bard who is molting, and a dwarf who has gained fifteen pounds on our payroll. Full dossiers here.
Proprietor of the Shady Tap Room, Jorenn Village. Goliath. This entry is personal, not professional, and that is all the detail the file requires.
Errata
Thrack was not trapped by a magical door. He ran into us at our door. "Thracked" is not a word, has never been a word, and I will die on this barrow.
The official record calls it a "curse." I call it a negotiated fee, paid knowingly, to teleport six people through the moon. Gilmore restored the hand. The dignity restored itself.
Certain parties claim two Clasp associates "shaved me" in Kymal. Context is everything and none will be provided.
There is no entry on Pip.
This site is the personal record of Bohdi Shadowtwist and reflects events as they genuinely, more or less, happened. Where it conflicts with the official campaign record, consider which of the two authors was actually paying attention. Discrepancies regarding valor, timing, or the Kymal incident should be resolved in my favor.