Saturday, 9 August 2025
Tacky Cat-Tics
Saturday, 2 August 2025
Marriage Vows
Eleven months pregnant but still tall (by High-Elven standards) and elegant, Lissomny calls to her chambermaids to have her second-cousin Filigren granted entry to her private chambers.
“Have you read the documents I had couriered to you? Do you agree to these terms?”
The shorter elf sneers in response.
“A marriage of convenience. I gain a sizable share of your wealth and my family name is elevated back into the upper echelons of Glendorian society. What’s not to understand?”
Lissomny Sighs.
“And in exchange, you marry me and promise to claim this child as your own and never reveal their true origin?”
Filigren scowls.
“Yes, yes, I’ll pretend your half-cast brat is mine but when his true heritage is eventually revealed and this charade is finally over, I’ll still expect you to continue financing my, soon to be lavish, lifestyle.”
Lissomny sighs again.
“Unlike you, I’m an Elf of my word but, if my son ever does discover the truth and I find out that it was you who told him or were behind it in any way, there will be nowhere for you to hide and I will have you killed.”
For the first time since entering Lissomny’s chamber, Filigren’s sour expression pales.
“I swear, if and when the time finally comes, it’ll not’ve been me who told your mongrel son the awful truth.”
Monday, 28 July 2025
Optimistic Session Planning
Assuming the best:
9am, Sunday morning, the 21st of September, 2025.
Will you manage to reach Lord Urdurel?
Sunday, 27 July 2025
Risk free Goodies
Considering you got nothing from the six Displacer beast pack, it only seems fair that I was generous in other areas.
From Rifkin’s satchel:
Mir Hundur got a collar (medallion) of Natural attack +3
Liga Bur got a scroll of Heat metal
From the Lightning tree:
Murmul goat a full set of Horseshoes of speed.
Fortu got a pair of Gauntlets of Ogre power +2
From Magritte:
Potions of
4 x Cure Light Wounds 1d8+1
2 x Cure Medium Wounds 2d8+3
1 x Cure Serious Wounds 3d8+5
2 x Delay Poison
2 x Barkskin +2AC (10 minutes)
1 x Bear’s Endurance +4 con (1 minute)
1 x Bull’s Strength +4 str (1 minute)
1 x Cat’s Grace +4 Dex (1 minute)
2 x Lesser Restoration
(Although we’ve suddenly got a situation where two of the three characters can cast these spells themselves, we can argue who takes what potion next session, but up until then, Rifkin puts them in his satchel for safe keeping.
Update your character sheets and Scott, take this opportunity to un-disable poor Liga Bur and fix Dijonn.
Saturday, 26 July 2025
Innocence Lost
Saturday, 19 July 2025
Dulcetta’s Decidedly Deadly Dreams
Saturday, 12 July 2025
The Fifteen Year Onslaught
After each battle, each victory, King Urdurel offered the best of the vanquished a place at his side. All they had to do was swear absolute fealty to him and, when offered the headsman’s axe as the alternative, most did. And so, with each triumph, his army grew considerably larger and more powerful.
Leading his opposition, less than a thousand yards away across the valley, two figures, armoured in the silver their land is renowned for, stand beside the large tent displaying their colours. Two figures of about the same age as King Urdurel was when he killed King Vagitus. A young man and a young woman. Twins. Their army is impressive and large enough to offer a real challenge to his own armed forces. King Urdurel was confident of a victory, but the lay of the land offered no strategic advantage to either side and, regardless of tactics, hundreds, if not thousands of men would die this day.
Much to King Urdurel’s surprise though, the twins mount their horses and, riding under a white flag, without guards, gallop toward him.
Intrigued rather than intimidated, the Stowanian army part before them and, once dismounted, escort them to King Urdurel’s own command tent.
Inside, King Urdurel receives them with only two of his most trusted captains for protection.
The two nobles remove their plumed, silver helmets in the kind of coordinated motion only twins are capable of. They’re both tall and beautiful, with pale blond hair and eyes as blue as sapphires. It’s the young man who speaks first but King Urdurel can hardly drag his gaze away from the young woman. A woman barely half his age.
“King Urdurel, we are here to broker a peace between our Kingdoms.”
King Urdurel laughs.
“Peace? I don’t want peace. I want to see your parents’ heads on spikes. I want to see your skull crushed beneath my iron heel. I want all the fabled silver in your land transferred to my own coffers.”
Then the young woman takes her turn.
“Our parents are dead. My twin brother and I now lead our people and we would not have them die on this field. Take our silver, make our realm a vassal state and rule over us, but don’t let your bloodlust go any further.”
King Urdurel stops laughing.
“Why should I do that? What assurances would I have that you wouldn’t just plot against me from your position of safety?”
It’s the young queen who responds again, her voice sweet but firm.
“You leave my brother; Lucius here to govern in your name and I will submit to you as your prisoner. If my brother makes a move against you, no matter how seemingly insignificant or subtle, you can have my head.”
Taking her in, from her delicate features to her slender but obviously shapely frame under her ornate armour, King Urdurel stops, amazed with himself that he’s actually considering her proposition.
“What is your name?”
The beautiful young woman, sensing a glimmer of hope, smiles faintly for the first time. A smile so warm, so disarming, that King Urdurel’s heart seems to stop mid- beat within his chest.
“My name? My name is Dulcetta.”
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