An epic close to this campaign’s humble start, these three sonnets detail Cyrils triumph, his fall, and the rise of our party as a new force of justice in the Kron Hills.
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Dawn of Patchwall, CY 586: The Taking of Lareth
Posted in T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Experience Log on August 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Porter’s Farewell, Brewfeast CY 586: The Remains of Kai
Posted in T Series, T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Interlude on July 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Delving deep past secreted entrance our heroes again take to the moathouse complex. Finding remains of foe and friend now past they pause, and step again into danger!
Ales Day, Brewfeast, CY 586: Behind the Curtains
Posted in T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Interlude on June 15, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Of leaves maple and birch this curtain wrought, the stage bare lawn ‘fore battlements ’tis holding us now to see the conflict fought for Hommlet’s soul so they say. ‘Tis naught two braggards wagering small means brawling The one, horrors, made same of Loki’s hide th’other, sooth born a captain wrestling, bearing to grave his [...]
Ales Day, Brewfeast CY 586: Epitaph to Moonleaf
Posted in T Series, T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Interlude on June 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Words overwrought, stay for fallen Moonleaf, Simple of Beorn’s first rose he to call of Mother’s duty, mending her ancient weave with blue birds song and whipporwill the wall against temples foul entropy until winds chilled, darkening autumnal skies in icy shafts of hail did claim the kill of copper’d veins and Black Jay’s child; [...]
2nd Godsday of Goodmonth, CY 586: Whispers in Hommlet
Posted in T Series, T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Interlude on December 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Came they murmurs along the Old Bend Road; to Grove, to Church, on Godsday morning. Heroes smashed, lifeless rising and what hear we now, the loss of Ogre’s bane? Flow’d and mixing blending this wind of chorus’d worry did wash the heat from Hommlet, and usher fell chills from Bellringer’s Feast. Among oak pews and [...]
2nd Moonday of Goodmonth, CY 586: Then there were nine
Posted in T Series, T1 Village of Hommlet, Uncategorized, tagged Experience Log on December 14, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Nine now there was to blaze the moathouse just, embolden’d by their new found fame they were! Tonguely and Zert, Rufus and Kai and Orr’n, Selaphora walking by and close, flank’d too by Luther brave head high and Moonleaf, returned by his good friends love. All these warden’d wide by a runners eye, Farthammer, of [...]
2nd Moonday of Goodmonth, CY 586: Remains in the Larder
Posted in T Series, T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Interlude on December 5, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Tiredly to the redoubt of Lubash they made their way. Smashed in combat, the door. Smashed too the table. Scattered and littered, battered and abandon’d utensils pots and pans to victual bands human and proper, for here did no fit person abide. Rufus they led away, so badly bled by said ogre for succor dear [...]
2nd Moonday of Goodmonth, CY 586: The Hommlet Men Came
Posted in T Series, T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Interlude on December 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Indeed the elders, mailed, hand to fist, girded, through rain and some besides, brought by the tales of Savage Kai. She, swift of foot did fly the scarce rutted path, drawing over the hills behind a phalanx wall of rain. Grim and grey did the Hommlet men respond in learned tones. First jerkin and sleeve, [...]
2nd Sunday of Goodmonth, CY 586: The Bane of Lubash
Posted in T Series, T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Experience Log on December 2, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Sore did his runner’s sense vex him, and Rufus could not haul but one box more. “Cease!” cried he, “Forgotten have we the bane gone hiding past oil and debris? Did not you see the Gnoll, slathering hungry? Did not you hear the Other, the tongue to excite the Runner’s hope of glory in Giant [...]
2nd Sunday of Goodmonth, CY 586: The Mystery Revealed!
Posted in T Series, T1 Village of Hommlet, tagged Interlude on November 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Our adventuring band stood but mere yards from mortal danger. Monsters! What could order about Gnolls? Giants perhaps, or even Ettins might command lesser minions like orcs. But Gnolls? Those familiar with the gutteral violence of that alien tongue did report a fierce debate unfolding behind that oaken hatch. To eat the humans, or remain [...]
