Saturday, January 5, 2013
(After playing the Birthright scenario “Family Matters” Friday (Jan. 4) with Jeff Smith, Stephen Turner, and Erik Huffine from 7 p.m. to 2 a.m.)
Shaemes Whitestaff was a young lad of 17 who had been content in his role as minor noble in the country of Aerenwe, at least until the current regent, Liliene Swordwraith, died in the early spring of the year 551 Michaeline. It was little less than a month later when it was determined that he was the
We ended up creating characters for Tunnels & Trolls, and I ran them through The Dungeon of the Rat, a new-ish GM adventure from RPGNow.
Then real life intervened. We've met twice in as many months, both times to run Dragon Age. It's an interesting system and an interesting world, but I'm not sure whether we'll return to T&T, do DA instead, or what. (Including just drift our separate ways.)
That got me thinking about another campaign I'd like to get started,
And the good news is that at this time there is now 8 players signed up for the campaign. This will allow for all the characters to be involved from the beginning. One player will have to leave earlier than the rest to go to work, but that will be able to be "written" into the game.
Stay tunned for the campaign log to follow......
Monday, September 24, 2012
(After playing Erik’s Dungeons and Dragons game Saturday with Stephen Turner from 6:00 p.m. to 2 a.m.)
I am Porthos, priest of Olidammara, God of music, revels, wine, rogues, humor, and tricks: The Laughing Rogue. This is the tale of my first meeting with Aeryn, Orrin, and Marzena.
It was the fall when I first met them. By the Elvish calendar, the year was 2012, though no one used those notations
Edvard started to violently cough. I asked if he was all right and patted him on the back.
“Thank you,” he said, his coughing subsiding. “Thank you.”
I noticed blood on his hand. He had coughed it up. He wiped his hands together.
“Are you all right?” I asked. “It looks as though you have coughed up blood. This could be something very serious.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, coughing again.
“I am a priest and I am