Adventure Logs

“Plough! Where’s Gilikan Plough?” asked the stableboy Reed, noting the absence of the Jameson’s hulking, seemingly nigh-indestructible Morag bailiff. Andreas looked down; it was Cyril who explained, “He remains behind, as is his duty as bailiff and castellan.” The Ess girl Nan gasped, but Lord Spaulding nodded. “A good man, noble in spirit if not … Continue reading »

Note: Check sidebar for a link to Erok’s map. As I may be resurrecting this campaign in the near future, here is a quick bullet-point summary of events to date:

The party delivers a wayward message, is reunited with Andreas Jameson, Jonn Sterling and Gilikan Plough, and leaves one of them behind with the enemy as the Jameson household is rescued.

The party finished up the partial liberation of a minor farming village on the outskirts of Cyril’s Rest, gets mangled in the process, and meets an old pal.

Paused after part 1 of what could be a long hunt and kill session in a peaceful suburb of Cyril’s Rest.

Much belated.  I was going to do a full writeup because it was just so absurd it probably deserved one, but something is better than nothing.  Also, I don’t have 16 hours to do it justice in recap form.

This is late, and it’s not a chronicle.  I’ve been way too busy actually writing the campaign materials and working on MapTool to do long summaries.  Oh well.

Lord Andreas Jameson spoke in hushed tones to Lord Spaulding, Reed and Nan, a short distance away from the rest of their group.  “The current power structure in Cago and its territories is based, as you are probably all-too aware, on the cultural hegemony established by the first Nats to settle the area, and even … Continue reading »

The party had two days in Cyril’s Rest in order to prepare for their journey with the younger Lord Jameson, and spent it predictably wisely:  Lord Spaulding proceeded to chat up the local townsfolk, asking them ever so politely whether or not they expected to be devoured when this rumored Cromen invasion came to their … Continue reading »

“I find it hardly fair,” said Torias, “that one so financially secure as yourself should feel free to deprive an honest workingman such as myself of his living.” “Hardly an honest workingman,” replied Lord Spaudling, dismounting from his horse as his companions did.  “You preyed upon the naivete of the villagers of Middenton, teaching them … Continue reading »