Seawrack: Chapter Four, Part Three

Seawrack: Chapter Four, Part Three

Seawrack: Chapter Four, Part Three

Captain Owain waved Berylla forward. “Clear our path, lass. We’ll be on your heels.” His voice was quiet, but the confidence in his tone was clear. The red-haired warrior nodded once. She charged forward, and within seconds the rest heard the hair-raising screech the Madmen used as their battle-cry. The fighters poured into the tunnel, pike men in the lead, adding their voices to the…

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Seawrack: Chapter Eight, Part One

Berylla arrives in Copper Bluff

Berylla stepped out into the main square of the town of Copper Bluff, and took a good long look around her. The sky above her head was a shade of blue like nothing she’d ever seen over the Brightcoral Coast, with barely any clouds to soften the sun’s rays. It was just as hot here as in Sudhaven, too, except there was no water in the air: the breeze wafted over her and snatched the sweat off her…

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Recollections: The Perils of Characterization

It seems to be a very popular thing nowadays for every player and GM to “do voices.” I’m aware of at least some of the reasons why, but it is not something I care to do, because I’m generally terrible at managing such things. In much the same way, I am not to be trusted with generating names on my own unless I run them past someone else first… Let me explain. The party, journeying from point A…

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Recollections: Laying Low

This particular story comes from a long-running campaign we called “The Golden Spires of Ceranna.” The party had ventured into foreign lands, and had tangled with the wrong nobleman. They took flight, and found themselves across the border in yet another kingdom, and not yet able to get back to their home turf. However, this kingdom was not wont to hand people over to cranky neighbors, and so the…

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Seawrack: Chapter Six, Part Two

Seawrack: Chapter Six, Part Two

Alys set the letter down on the desk and opened the notebook once more. “A code,” she muttered. “Then I will decipher it, and I will read every page. Grandfather would not have left it to us if he truly did not want us to possess the knowledge he had accumulated.” “A task that may take quite some while,” Peregrine observed. “That’s fine,” Alys replied. She looked up from the notebook and he…

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In the Garden: The White Lady

Something is in the garden...

Fog obscures the garden. It’s nearly sunrise. The light makes the mist glow, but doesn’t disperse it. It’s cold, too, cold enough to see your breath. Twenty minutes ago, it was dark as a mouse-hole out here, but the sky was clear. Now the stars have vanished beyond the mist. The whole world seems distant, swallowed up in billows of white. It is fascinating and eerie, but this mist isn’t why you…

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