After being ambushed along the trail we learned of a cave from which these goblins raid the civilized folk along the merchant’s road. Within those caverns may just be Gundran and Sildar. So we headed out, an attempt to rescue the men responsible for paying us. We mount this rescue operation out of self-interest, revenge,…
The Way of the Frayed Knot is a Monk subclass that attempts to feature some Western fantasy tropes. The most common of these is Friar Tuck from Robin Hood, but there are other studious, religious types that fought alongside rogues and pirates. Some ignored their ideals. Others felt that the ideals of the gang or…
There are two important things in a goblin’s lyfe. I’m talking about all of us, the gobkon, the hobkon, the mulkon — all of us. Your relationship to the Queen and your Guild. This is hard for you humans, with all your divergent nations and cities and faiths and disgusting menagerie animals to understand. I’m…
In most fantasy worlds dragons are hoarders of treasure. In some they are (also?) destroyers of worlds. There are worlds where dragons founded existence. On Krynn the chromatic and metallic dragons battle each other sometimes interfering in the lives of Man. In establishing the World of the Everflow I wanted a slightly different take upon…
This recap of the session is written in the tradition of yellow journalism.
I’ve turned the lantern off, oil is expensive. There’s only light from the embers. This hovel isn’t much, but then again Ooshar isn’t much. It’s a frontier town corrupted by The Fox and Crow. The docks and lifts are slovenly. The Drop is essentially living dung. But the money is good. My family needs money.My…
That petty gang that hangs in The Drop is up to something. The other day they cut a lift that Piyu was working. The trader from Qin, by way of Telse, lost a crate of dry goods, and the front of their boat needed repairs. It seems that riverboats don’t take well to cargo falling…
As Saffron gets to know Behn and Samul she wrote a song celebrating their homeland. Night pours over the rolling dunes. First, pink and purple, swallowing the sun-soaked sky. Then red to match the blood-soaked hands. And a whisper in the wind decries: nothing remains now except stars and scars. Dawn breaks the black horizon.…
Laurelyn looked over her works. Her funds sending a flight out over the Spires of Xelgar were larger than any other. It is her town that gets to host the final rising of the airships, her vassals that operate the Ship of the Fleet and its three carrax, her pamphleteers that will write the story of…
It’s been a few days since that awful incident at the shack. They’d left some people dead, with just piles of stones on them and then moved on to the west. Crazy Rohan cast his lot with the escaped goliath Piyu. Teegan was not going to abandon her brother and Master Kellamon could be guilty…
