In The Map Part IV Nabbi was the beneficiary of an ancestral inheritance - a powerfully magical double-bladed great axe equiping her to battle evil beings inclu

The way ahead is finally clear. The Orc encampment has been cleared from the caverns near Fane’s promised long-lost Dwarven stronghold, its slaves freed. Elves, Dwarves, Humans and even a Halfling, have

The way ahead is finally clear. The Orc encampment has been cleared from the caverns near Fane’s promised long-lost Dwarven stronghold, its slaves freed. Elves, Dwarves, Humans and even a Halfling, have

(... or The Curse, Part 2) Introduction [Read aloud] On your quest to find word of Bran, for Jeppie, your new benefactor, you have encountered two Elves. Elowen and Eiran, Elves of the Forest of Karshabak

Emolee sits on a stool behind the tavern's lengthy bar, almost frozen with fear. She ignores the hubbub around her but if you could see her darting eyes through the tangle of hair she let fall across her

Notes on an Interruption This adventure follows from the Map Part 1. However, the adventure was interrupted by a slight detour made necessary by the intervention of a Mr Farlo Fobman who distracted the

Background [Read aloud to party members]: Since the demise of Horatio "Slice'n'Dice" Beanpot the party has been enjoying the hospitality of Halflings Jeppie Wills and Selenius Beachforth, the

Background [Read aloud to party members]: Since the demise of Horatio "Slice'n'Dice" Beanpot the party has been enjoying the hospitality of Halflings Jeppie Wills and Selenius Beachforth, the

Mr Horatio "Slice'n'Dice" Beanpot is a Halfling who was born in the Northern Baronies five decades ago. In his early youth he relocated with his uncaring uncle to Seagate, in the Duchy of Carzala,

The adventurers have had the ill-fortune of encountering a Mr Farlo Fobman, a Halfling who has in no short time has managed to steal the Party's valuable treasure gained through the dispatch of a wayward

Notes on an Interruption This adventure follows from the Map Part 1. However, the adventure was interrupted by a slight detour made necessary by the intervention of a Mr Farlo Fobman who distracted the

As translated from the Dwarvish. I wonder sometimes, at the fate which brought me here. I, Fane, the so-called StoneKnower. The most famous of Dwarves raised from the living rock of the Seran Mountains.

Some time ago... ...Far off the path she wandered. Angry. Alone. Lost, but not really lost. And then a door. The merest outline, caught in the light. Almost properly closed. Almost, but not. A storehouse.

The Festival of the Hammer is the largest festival held in the Dwarven holds of the Seran Mountains - the mountainous region making up the Hills of Skoshi and the Kestral Ridge in the common maps...

I need a plan. 'Cause someone to rescue me Doesn't seem to be working. Yep, a plan. Waiting for my ship to reach land Is not doing it. I need a plan Where I can see the outcomes Actually come to be. Is

I opened up my ecency blog just now, and my profile tells me that it has been a year since I last posted. A year. A whole year. And what a year. Are you feeling burnt out? I am. But I think I need to focus

What need of monsters when there are men, and innocents are massacred 'til all innocence is gone? What need we of devils dooming all to endless night, if when sleepless, endless bombs fall through the

Rip the world in two rain clusters of bombs let baby birds blister the world was always crap so always will be. There is no good, there is no God let the fucking people die incinerate in fire. Burn it

The world really doesn't need Russian President Vladimir Putin's BS right now. The IPCC report (released March 2022*) demonstrates an urgency to action against climate change that cannot, must not be ignored.

My hand has moved. The die is cast. What be, will be and fate now takes its turn. Destiny? Quixotic dream unleashed upon the world? Perfection? power, wonderment? The ugly death of poverty, more like.