These posts are from our DnD group's latest game. The current adventure is a return to the world of Eberron, and specifically Xen'drik.  The pirate crew have taken to the land, and are trying to make their way to the Watchtower that looms overhead atop the gulf's cliffs. But before them are some trees...many trees!
The foreboding forest loomed overhead, it's dark branches thick with 
webs. A path had already been cut through sections of webbing and 
brambles, presumably by those who had camped at its edge before them. 
There were no signs of Galinndan, who had vanished at some point in the 
night.
The party moved into the wooded area, cutting through 
webbing far too thick to be the work of regular spiders. Regdar found a 
relatively clean tree, and climbed to the top. From there, he gained 
enough knowledge to direct their paths more clearly, eventually leading 
them out of the spider-infested trees. However, even as they left, 
there were surprises remaining to be found: bodies of three giant 
spiders sagged in trees and lay cut apart across their path; the floor 
of the forest was littered with dozens of smaller (but still overly 
large) hatchlings. All were quite dead; crushed, stabbed, even scalded 
by magic. And not only the arachnids showed the signs of battle - trees
 had lost leaves and branches amidst the skirmish. But once again, the 
mysterious party had not left enough to identify themselves.
The Budding Feyspire
By 
about midday, the party had made it to what felt like the heart of the 
forest. Trees stood around them as far as any could see, and though the
 dark tower loomed ever waiting in the far north, they didn't feel quite
 as unnerved by it as they had done earlier. But this grove was not 
just a safe-haven - it held a pond, and from the pond protruded a 
strange object. The grove was filled with a strange magic...and, as they
 grew aware of their surroundings, a number of eladrin, too. 
The
 leader turned on them sharply, demanding answers from the dwarves, but 
his companion stilled his hostilities. 
"No, Berrian," Galinndan spoke 
calmly. 
"They are not the ones you saw earlier - they are...with me."
Once
 introductions were made, the eladrins explained their own presence. Sir
 Berrian and his sister Analastra had been searching for their father, 
Zandrian Velfarren, for a significant period of time. They had 
travelled far, and been lost in the chaotic jungles of Xen'drik more 
often than not, but had finally found traces of him here. The pool had a
 budding feyspire, a growing eladrin tower, that their father had hoped 
would one day become a castle enchanted with fey magic, and provide a 
way back to their lands. But neither had actually found their father. 
And Analastra had gone missing during a routine scouting operation... 
Kami and her crew begrudgingly agreed to join the scouting effort.
Of Beasts and Maidens
The
 short bell-tower was falling apart, decades (if not centuries) of 
neglect had allowed the surrounding forest to reclaim much of the area 
about it.  But still, the touch of the feywild had changed the place. 
 Analastra was found, running, nearby the ruined tower; the feybeasts 
catching and throwing her to the ground as the party charged in to her 
defence.  The displacer beasts were tough, sneaky and quick, but the 
rugged dwarves fought on, and slew them both before the elf was lost to 
her other enemy - a pair of stirges.  The dire bloodsuckers had been 
awoken from their nest within the bell-tower, and happily shifted their 
attention to the meals-on-legs that the dwarves offered, but eventually 
even they were disposed. 
When she could sit and speak again, 
Analastra explained why she had been trying to fight the beasts.  She 
had found a cottage that she assumed was her fathers.  Within it would 
be magics and enchantments that would help them defend and grow the 
spire, but a pair of owlbears had taken up residence.  Knowing the 
owlbear's dislike for displacer beasts (the scents sent them running), 
she had foolishly tried to heard them in that direction.  But now, 
perhaps there would be an easier task?
Regdar and Urquilla helped
 skin and de-gland the beasts, before "preparing" the dwarves with the 
musks of the creatures.  Tentacles were slung across shoulders like 
elaborate scarves, and a few extra glands were handed across as 
short-ranged splash weapons.  Then, the pair helped Analastra back to 
the fey camp.
The dwarves had been surprisingly stealthy upon 
their approach to the hut.  They had even practised their mimicry of the
 beasts well beforehand, and felt confident in their calls.  But still, 
mistakes happened, roofs were collapsed, and a little too much 
displacer-gland was sprayed on the wrong individual.  They managed to 
get one owlbear to flee; the second, they had to kill (after using 
Hassan as live bait). 
Secret Revelations 
There was one 
further task that the Velfarrens asked of Kami and her crew - to search 
for any further sign of their father.  Even more begrudgingly than last 
time, they accepted, and spent the better part of their afternoon 
combing a section of woods for any further information.  The only thing 
they came across was a grove of nymphs.  Well, that might have been 
enough for some folk, but Kami, Tvennr and Hassan?  No, they did not 
like it, not one bit.  They put up with them, in the hopes of 
information.  They listened to their singing, they obliged their music, 
and much of the rest of their little 'games' session may well never be 
told again.  In the end, the nymphs promised knowledge in return for 
secrets, and so, one by one, the three dwarves eventually gave of 
themselves in order to learn more.
Tvennr revealed a personal 
shame.  He liked the seas, and he thoroughly enjoyed sky-ships...what 
lurked behind the dwarf's tough, rough exterior was a fear, however. 
 Though born to the mountain caves, the ranger found himself prone to 
claustrophobia, especially in naturally-forming caves. For a dwarf, this
 was pretty grave indeed.  In return, one nymph told him about the 
dragons, how they flew in from Argonnessen, attracted to the raw magical
 power of the artefact, and had decimated the nearby town when they 
first arrived.  They would allow nothing to come between them and their 
riches...though that dark tower still had them paused.  For now, they 
lurked on the eastern side of the gulf, and on a few of the islands in 
between, watching and snapping at anyone who looked to be a threat to 
their increased wealth and power.
Eager to learn more about the 
tower, Kami offered one of her less desirable past experiences.  Her 
first "First Mate" role was not given to her purely based upon her 
talent as a sailor, but rather because she slept with the captain. 
 Nothing more about the captain was said; that was incriminating enough.
  Nodding, one nymph stepped up to tell the trio of the black 
Watchtower, which had stood central to the downfall of the area.  It was
 a place used to keep the cove, and the settlement within it, in 
security and safety, until it was linked to Xoriat, the Realm of 
Madness.  For almost 9,000 years, the realm had been locked away, after 
Daelkyr had crossed over and caused the downfall of the golinoid 
Dhakaani Empire.  Druids and dragons had worked alongside then, barely 
managing to stop the chaotic forces from destroying all life on Eberron.
  This time, the Watchtower had been the battleground, and it was the 
cork that stopped the madness leaking into our world.
Still with 
no answer to the whereabouts of Analastra and Berrian's father, Hassan 
stepped forward with his own revelation to give.  All knew of his hate 
of elvenkind; many had heard rumours of childhood complications with the
 fey people; but none had known who had started his vendetta.  None, 
until today, when he uttered four simple words...
"It was a girl..." 
 Nothing more would be said, but the nymphs, perhaps sensing something 
deeper, or knowing something left unsaid, nodded solemnly.  "
Zandrian 
Velfarren was last seen defending the Watchtower.  He never left.  He 
can be found there, still." 
After hearing about the nymphs advice, Galinndan decided to visit them.  He had struggled with this secret long enough - it was time for him to share it with another...and gain from the experience.  As it turned out, heights were his weakness; he is fine on a ship, but secretly dreads ever completing his mission, and managing to get one to 
actually fly.  With a knowing smile, the closest nymph nodded her head, and offered up a riddle - 
"Cards collect atop towers, and with commanders of companies."  Simple enough, Galinndan thought, and perhaps that is why the nymph had given it as such - was that a wink that had passed between her and the eladrin?
Ominously as it sounded, the 
dwarves' actions did not change.  They were headed to the Watchtower 
before; now, there was but another reason to head there.  Circling back 
to alert Urquilla and Regdar of their plans and to let the Velfarrens 
know of their learning, Kami's crew marched out of the forest, killed a 
few extra spiders on their way, and started their trek to the cliff 
walls, and the base of the dark Watchtower.