The Disappearance

Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.

Dear Mom "By Martin J. Marrow"

March 6th, 2011

Dear Mom,

Agent Martin J. Marrow reporting.

Today was interesting:
It’s amazing what you can find in peoples refrigerators and trash bins.
I’ve learned that a refrigerators’ contents have nothing to do with what a person normally eats, and that a persons trash is directly related to their caloric intake! Consequently, this affects the rate of decay, say if this person were to die tragically in their apartment! Of course, this only works if they are in close proximity to their fridge, but still, an interesting bit of deducting if I don’t say so myself!

I also found that there is an inordinate amount of young people wearing the color pink in a not so stylish way….

In the case of the missing intern, we have some very provoking leads. We pursued a black sedan with two suspects that match the description of a man I saw at the crime scene. After firing a few shots and certainly hurting one of them, my artful driving skills got us extremely close to apprehending them, until I blacked out. I’m hoping the officer pointing his weapon at me here will have some answers as to where our leads have gone, because I sure don’t know what the hell happened.
Tell dad I said Hi!

Your son,

I knew it the whole time!

I knew it! It’s all true. All this time merely suspecting what was really going. A fleeting glimpse here, a nagging clue there. It was maddening!

But now to have to the truth presented right before my very eyes is beyond belief! I can not begin to describe the wonders and horrors that I have beheld. There are others with me to witness this monumental time in human history. Together we will return and spread the truth about everything to the ignorant masses. They can’t hide THIS from them! The Illuminati’s choke hold on society is finally weakening and those of us who been working so long in secret will at last be recognized for the great men and women we are!

Still I cannot help but wonder at such a staggering revelation. Why now? To what purpose has all been laid bare? I must be hyper astute and detailed in my reporting to ensure that the Council is aware of everything that happens here.

To what purpose?

I can’t figure it out. As we explore our new surroundings I cannot fathom the purpose of such a place. Cubes everywhere each filled with all manner of creatures. Clearly none that we have encountered have been the architects, only captives like us. Is it all just some sort of grand experiment?

The buzz-bugs have clearly started to develop an empire, systematically raiding cubes for resources and killing anything not their kind. If we are to stop them we must find allies, other humans or amicable spices like Sphero. We must also find out more about these cubes and how they operate. I think that there is huge potential here is we can only figure it out. Clearly blind experimentation is dangerous but must be undertaken. Perhaps we can find a plentiful and docile species that we could domesticate to help in these endeavors.


Matthew's Streaming Consciousness

QUOI?! What is this? I was at work, am I dreaming? Wake up, wake up, wake up!

I am in a dimly lit room? I am floating? In the air? There are others in the room, deceased all of them, it appears to be asphyxiation. The air is thin in here, I cannot be far from it myself. This has to be a hallucination, that would explain everything. My wrist, a bracelet. That wasn’t there before, it is not mine. A noise! By the wall, there is a hole.

“ALLO! BONJOUR! ALLO!” – no response.

I must figure out where I am and explore my surroundings, stay alert. The wall spit out a ball of food and water? Satiating hunger will help clear my head, I must risk it. The food is serviceable. I shouldn’t need water for some time now. The noise is there again!

“ALLO! Is there anyone there!?”

There is, they want more food? Can I trust them? No, I must get out! Bracelet fetches the food? A sac, the man there has a waste sac. Turn in out and fill it up. 18 bracelets, like mine? This does not bode well for me.

“I have done it!, let me out!”

I can throw the bracelets. Merde! An explosion! I am free, remercier les dieux! Strange fellows, a strange story. Strength in numbers, I accept what I my companions and this new struggle. They are armed, but now I am too! Not that it will do much good, I will give the boy the food so I can move.

This sensation of jumping is invigorating! This must be like the birds as they fly or how the fish does swim. Noise! Insects they are huge! Ok, watch and learn, you are not a fighter, your oath, no harm. You are nothing if you are not true to yourself when the road is rough. Mais, I must keep mes amies from harm.

This spear is cumbersome, I cannot hit these things! I am useless like this. I am not a field medic. Maybe I can help if I hit him from behind, alors no I am useless in this, for now.

The Birth and Resurrection of Tzzzchant

“ Tzzzorrizch chick chick.. pick tick dink…tic tic”


“ Torriizzch, where are you my son? Am I alive? Where is my host?”

I struggle to understand. One minute I was pruning the rare plants in one of the colonies greenhouses, the next I am without my host, floating and surrounded by strange beings.

My son is not with me. I am alone. The room is cold. Too cold for my species. I contract into a fetal state and await my fate. I am scared.

Thoughts of my family and my home fill my head. The colony needs me. I am vital to it, I provide them with Krreech. It’s the only substance known to allow a peaceful non lethal transition into our Ascendence, our hosts.

I am growing weaker. I must find a new host or I will die.
The creatures here handle me. The do not know I am alive. I sense fear and confusion from them. Like me they seem to have been taken against there will. Their pheromones wreak of stress, fear, aggression, and yet some of them seem to possess intelligence.
One of them takes me.

He runs with me. I am floating. His fear is intense. It is hard to think, he is so scared. His pheromones confuse me even more.

“ No!”

He uses me to kill another. It hurts, but I am still whole. The remains of the dead creature drip from my carapace. More movement and I am inside again, I think.
I sense the death of one of them, the smart one, and seize the opportunity to merge.
It is painful, the most pain I have ever felt. Even worse than the loss of my former host, but it works. We merge and his thoughts flood and mix with my own.

He is scared. We are scared. We stand up. We see. We are alive.

The Death and Rebirth of Grant Quinn

Cold. Dark. Nothing.

Its vast and empty, but still something of me lives. I can feel it. I remember the pain and confusion. I remember the sweet taste of life as I fought, fought for them, fought for the right to exist.

A day ago, I was alive. My name was Grant. I was an Archeologist. Life was normal. I sat at my desk sipping my scotch, studying the remains of a prehistoric village found along the Tigris river. I pondered the meaning of the people who flourished there as I ponder my own existence now. Pictographs suggested an ancient lineage connected to the Sumerians. With those same oddly familiar shapes of circular objects in the sky, and humanoid gods leading their people to a better life.

I’m slipping.
I can feel that last hope fading.
Damn it’s cold.

As fast as my peaceful retreat into oblivion encroached, another feeling gripped my consciousness, that of searing pain and the immediate intrusion of someone else, something else, in my head.

It coiled its sharp legs around my spine.
I have a spine?
I can feel my body again!
Am I really alive?

“Hello?” I call out.

Something answered..
It sounded like static, clicks and pops, and slowly a metallic voice formed.

“ Hello creature.” It replied.

“ We are one now creature. I am Ttttzzzzcchh ock tick tick.”

“ What??” I said. “ What do you mean we are one?”

“ My species needs a host to survive. I revived you in order to save us both. Do not be

Slowly I became a former echo of myself. I grasped for the familiar, but it faded from me, and I awoke.

Transferred to

Subject: Transferred

I am sorry for the way that we last spoke. I told you the transfer is only temporary and now I am out of B-More. You know us g-men get sent there to be forgotten about. I knew it was only a matter of time until I was noticed. I know that the incident with my first partner Pappas wasn’t my fault and I have been waiting for the opportunity to prove myself. It’s just so frustrating, things have always come so easily to me.
I know you won’t be missing me with the beach season coming up, you will have a lot to do. Teaching the yokels to ride giants and working on that tan.
Thinking of you,
D.J. to

Subject: RE: Transferred


I wasn’t mad when you told me you were transferred, I was shocked. You always told me how you wanted to help clean up B-More and protect it from the scum that comes in from DC.

You’re right about the beach. I can practically feel the warm weather and the waves. I still remember that summer we met when we went down south and I taught you how to surf. You had better be able to take the time this summer to get to Australia to hunt for that 50 year storm, it should be there this year.

Love and muffins,


Working Hard for the Money

Now that we have realized these bracelets can be used to write and record information I should more then likely do so for posterities sake. At very least it will keep my mind occupied and help me to slow it’s eventual breaking in these etrange circumstances.

I have found an incredible thing, a fish flask. It is shaped juste like a camping flask from our home but it is alive. Such incroyable things here in my new existence. The flask also has unique properties, it turns water into what appears to be a narcotic. Miles sampled it and has been asking for it incessantly since. We were able to sell merely a flask of fluid for 2 bracelets. I plan on harvesting some more and selling it over the next few cycles that we are here. I do hope that the fluid it transforms is not addictive. Standing between an addict and a drug is tres dangereux.

I have traded some of my time to ensure that we have some medical supplies. What I can learn of other species shall be worth the experience and I would have done it freely, just to learn. It is etrange that I will help the living more now then I shall help the dead. This is what I can offer our troupe, I must be able to carry my own weight and remain valuable.

I have consigned myself to take some of our time in this cramped room to try and work on being able to protect myself, physically. Peut-être, I shall purchase a weapon withe currency earned from the flask and seek some training in it. In my youth, it was not too much of a problem. I fear that an intellectual’s life has taken much of it from me. When I am not resting I shall promenade this collective and perhaps search for an incendiary device. Fire is important, it is the thing that brought our species from being animals to what we are now. I think it will come in handy, also I wonder if the flask’s fluid is flammable. I will have to experiment.

Frustrated to

Subject: Frustrated


Things are so frustrating, as always I will have to be vague in some spots but I need to vent a little. I am working with this team of agents and we are looking to help people and they don’t cooperate. Granted it probably looked intimidating 5 of us in suits with badges when we approached the subject he wouldn’t let us in to talk to him. He kept us outside as if we were trying to talk to him about Jehovah or some shit. Not like we were looking out for his benefit, then I got pissed. People need to respect us, we are FBI agents! I admit what I did after might have raised some eyebrows but I walked to the edge of the line might have put my toes on it.

I am gonna have to take some deep breaths and think a bit more, you know honey and fly’s.

The weird thing is that he was gone when we went back, like just gone.

Thinking of you,
D.J. to

Subject: RE: Frustrated


I see what you mean, I would be pissed too. But maybe you do need to chill a bit, your fuse is so short. What do you mean, you put your toes on the line? No, never mind, I don’t wanna know. Just relax and think about the beach and rack up that vacation time. People have conspiracies about the government, not the other way around. This new gig you got sounds risky. I want you in one piece, keep your head down and that vest on.




I'm sorry, but we no longer support this web browser. Please upgrade your browser or install Chrome or Firefox to enjoy the full functionality of this site.