Game summary for June 2, 2026, Chronoshift: Spelljammer campaign, Pathfinder Roleplaying Game, for Phoenix Gaming Club. Session included: Callum Spellhardt (Human Sorcerer played by Parker Harmon), Hekera Nephera Mawhesk Vyk’sebekenka (Sebek-ka Fighter played by Preston Harmon), Helg Ingvar (Aasimar Cleric played by Chris Harmon), Polaris Helmsmeade (Dwarf Templar played by Peyton Harmon), Snagyndar Blackthorn (Huldran War Master played by Casey Scruggs), and Ursay (Mongrelfolk Slayer played by Paul Potter). Game Master for this session was Charles Plemons.
Ursay searched for secret doors while Helg cast detect magic and discovered strong conjuration magic on the warp pipe. As they approached the pipe, the rim shimmered like heat rising from stone. Beside it rose up a squat pedestal topped with a row of five chunky glyph-buttons: a mushroom, a flower, a star, a shell, and a crown. Above them, painted in bright, childish letters, a rhyme curled across the stone like graffiti. Somewhere in the painted sky, a woman’s voice sang sweetly: “Plumbing is simple. Even you can do it… if you follow directions.”
They team examined the riddles and came up with a sequence to press the buttons.
The last symbol clicked into place, and the pipe answered like a living thing—one heavy swallow, followed by a violent reversal. The pedestal’s light bar filled to the top, and the rim of the pipe flared emerald-bright. The suction struck like a giant hand. They were dragged through a tunnel of glossy bricks and rushing wind. For an instant, they saw other pipes—hundreds of them—stretching like veins through a world that was not their own. Something cold and amused brushed against their thoughts, as though someone had leaned close enough to whisper directly into their minds.
Then came the impact. They tumbled back onto their own deck, gasping. The ship lurched as if it had felt the pull as well. Loose objects bounced across the planks, and something small—something bright—clattered across the deck. A single gold coin bearing Bowser’s crest skittered to a stop near one of their boots, warm as though freshly minted. The pipe mouth remained open for one final second. A sultry woman’s voice curled out of it like smoke: “Tell the stars my father sends his regards. I’ll be back for the rest.”
The pipe snapped shut. The deck was left damp, and the air carried the lingering scent of hot stone and mushrooms—impossible, yet unmistakable.
The team examined the coin and decided to ask their shipboard fence, Vinnie Getz, about it. Vinnie took the coin, held it up to the light, squinted at it like he was appraising a diamond — then squinted harder. He flipped it over. Flipped it back. Tapped it on the table. Bit it. Nodded slowly, as if that told him something. It did not.
“Okay, okay, okay — so. This is a coin. Right? Gold. Heavy. Somebody stamped an 872 on it, which — look — that’s a number. Could be a year, could be a serial number, could be somebody’s address, who knows. I seen a lotta coins in my time. Lotta coins. And this one? This one’s got a crest on it. Some kinda big fella, shell on his back, very intimidating, very… spiky. Very dramatic. Somebody spent money on this stamp, I’ll tell ya that much for free.”
He set it on the table and slid it back toward the party, then immediately picked it up again.
“Now — and I’m just speculatin’ here, okay, I ain’t tellin’ ya nothin’ I know for a fact — a coin like this, with a crest like that, somebody important had this made. Important or, y’know, crazy. Sometimes those are the same guy. The 872? Could be a mint mark. Could be there’s 871 more of these floatin’ around out there. Could be this is the only one. I genuinely, honestly, with my hand on my heart, do not know.”
He paused. Drummed his fingers. Leaned forward conspiratorially.
“What I will say — and again, pure speculation — is that whoever owned this coin? They wanted people to know it was theirs. That’s a power move. That’s a guy who says, ‘This is mine, it’s got my face on it, don’t forget it.’ Very big energy. Very… aggressive shell guy energy.”
He leaned back and shrugged both hands wide.
“Beyond that? Seriously. I got nothin’. But if you find out what it’s worth — and I mean, really worth, like to the right buyer — you come talk to Vinnie. Okay? Okay.”
Unimpressed, the went to consult Wizzlecrank. After telling them coinage is the trade standard of the inferior, he let them know he didn’t know anything about it either.
The team sailed on for several days getting closer and closer to planet Krynn. About a month out, their ship had to veer somewhat off course after approaching a massive cloud of freezing vapor, a phenomenon allegedly unique to Krynnspace. While it was generally safe to traverse such clouds aboard a vessel, they were known to mesmerize observers. Anyone unfortunate enough to fall overboard risked freezing solid and shattering. No one knew exactly where the clouds originated.
Swinging wide of the cloud had inadvertently brought them into a small asteroid field. It was small enough that they had not seen it coming, yet large enough to present a real danger. Rocks of various sizes now threatened to crash through the deck of their ship or tear apart its sails. Even worse, the field was inhabited.
Fiery creatures darted among the tumbling stones. They resembled stone heads trailing flames, almost like living comets. They streaked through the field with alarming speed. The burning animate rocks appeared to have nudged one of the asteroids into the path of their ship. Perched upon that asteroid was an even more terrifying sight: a centipede of staggering proportions. Each of its legs was the length of a man. Though the vacuum of space carried no sound, they could see its mandibles clacking hungrily. Those jaws looked more than capable of biting a horse in half.
Small rocks struck the ship and shattered, scattering showers of scree across the deck. They were not moving especially fast, and perhaps their impacts could be predicted. Larger asteroids followed close behind, posing a more immediate threat than the approaching monsters. Perhaps they could fire a few well-placed siege weapon shots and break apart the larger rocks before the creatures arrived.
Hekera took over aiming and firing the catapult while the giff shot the ballistae. Ursay and Callum, in the crow’s nests, hurled arrows and spells at smaller rocks to knock them off course. The team did a great job clearing the debris just in time for the hostile creatures to swoop in!
The fiery murder comets spit molten rock as they charged and then slammed into their opponents. Up in the crow’s nests, Ursay and Callum proved tempting targets. The megapede closed in, and the shockingly large monster nearly bit Hekera in half! Helg furiously channeled positive energy into his injured allies while Snagy summoned Stingy, his magical flying wasp, and took to the air. Callum discovered cold ice strike was particularly effective against the murder comets. Meanwhile, one of the asteroids opened its single eye and gaping mouth! An eye monger, this beholderkin drifted toward Polaris. They exchanged a scuffle before it bit and swallowed him! Hekera quaffed a potion of enlarge person and then demonstrated the power of an overly large sword.
The giff fired numerous ballista bolts into enemies with great effect. Multiple party members rained blows on the megapede, but it was Helg’s mighty flame strike that brought it low. Ursay’s arrows kept landing in, and killing, murder comets which exploded when they died! With the ship on fire, Callum was able to stagger to his feet after nearly tasting death and killed the fleeing eye monger! Snagy flew out to the bobbing corpse and dragged it back to the ship where Polaris successfully used his spiked gauntlet to cut himself out.
With all enemies slain, they found a magical rod and some gemstones in the eye monger’s gullet. They shoved the bodies overboard and continued on their voyage.
Here is the recounting of the events from the party’s onboard fence, Vinnie Getz:
Vinnie sidles up to the nearest crew member — or party member, it doesn’t matter, he’s talking regardless — and plants both hands flat on the table like a man about to deliver a very important legal deposition.
“Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Sit down. Sit down. I’m gonna tell you what I saw, because somebody on this ship oughta be keepin’ a record and I’ll tell ya right now it ain’t gonna be me, but at least somebody should hear it.”
He pulls up a stool he definitely didn’t ask to borrow.
“So I’m in the forecastle. Okay? And I want it on the record that I was there for legitimate reasons — strategic repositioning, call it — and I happen to peek out, and what do I see? FIRE. Rocks. On fire. Flying. At us. Now, I seen a lotta things in Wildspace, youse guys know that. I seen things. But rocks — on fire — that are also ALIVE and also MAD? That’s new. That’s a new one for Vinnie.”
He pauses for dramatic effect, holding up one finger.
“But okay, I figure, this is fine, these yutes out there handle stuff like this, this is their whole thing. So I watch. And first I see the kid up in the crow’s nest — Callum — throwing spells at these flaming rocks and freezing ’em solid. FREEZING them. The fire rocks. With ice. And they’re just exploding when they die up there. I’m watching this from the forecastle thinking, that’s either the smartest thing I ever seen or the kid got incredibly lucky. Maybe both. Probably both.”
He holds up a second finger.
“And Ursay — Ursay’s up in the other nest just absolutely putting arrows into everything that moves. One after another. Calm as you like, like he’s at a market and the comets owe him money. Every one he drops explodes. The crow’s nest is on FIRE and he just keeps shooting. I don’t know if that man has feelings, but if he does, he keeps ’em very, very private.”
Third finger.
“Then the worm shows up. Now. I don’t know what you call that thing — a worm, a snake, a centipede, whatever — each leg was the size of a person. Each. Leg. I counted. I lost count, but I was counting. And it goes straight for Hekera, right? Tries to bite him in half. IN HALF. And I think, okay, that’s it, we’re done, nice knowing everybody, I had a good run—”
He stops and shakes his head slowly, still apparently processing.
“But no. No! He drinks something, gets enormous — I mean BIG — and starts swinging that sword like he’s got a personal grievance against the entire concept of centipedes. Which, honestly? Valid. Very valid. Helg’s over there channeling holy fire down on the thing and between the two of ’em it goes down hard. Good. Stay down.”
Fourth finger.
“Meanwhile — and this is the part I don’t fully understand and I’m not sure I want to — meanwhile, one of the rocks opens its eye. One big eye. And a mouth. The rock had a mouth. And it ate Polaris. IT ATE POLARIS. The little fella just… gone. Swallowed. And I’m standing there in the forecastle thinking, Vinnie, you have made some questionable life choices, but none of them led you to a place where a rock eats your friend. That’s new territory.”
He leans forward, voice dropping to something approximating reverence.
“But then Snagy — God bless him, whatever he is — Snagy goes out there on the big wasp, grabs the rock monster’s body after Callum runs it down and kills it, drags it back to the ship, and Polaris cuts himself out from the inside. With the gauntlet. From. The. Inside.”
He sits back and spreads his hands wide, like a man surrendering to the universe.
“I got nothing. I got absolutely nothing to add to that. These are the people I sail with. A giant sword-swinging lizard man, a cleric who calls down fire from the heavens, a kid throwing blizzards from a burning crow’s nest, a guy who shoots arrows like he’s bored, a wasp rider, and a dwarf who gets eaten by a rock and cuts his way back out. You know what Vinnie was doing? Vinnie was crouched behind a door frame holding a belt knife, which I now recognize would have been completely useless.”
He stands up, straightens his vest with great dignity.
“Anyway. Everybody’s alive. Ship’s mostly not on fire anymore. And I found a splinter in my hand from the forecastle door, so I did not escape totally unscathed. Okay? Okay. Someone get me a drink.”