Personally I have thought of these guys as a medievil Foreign Legion. Their men come from all places and walks of life, which matters not once through the gates, and are driven by a harsh code of conduct that makes them fierce fighters to be reckoned with. Go to Comment
Sorry, not clear there. They don't need to serve the fifteen years to be able to be promoted. If you show promise during your term as a turm (did I really just write that?) then you are put forward for promotion to Templar. This could be a tany time during your time in the lower ranks. Go to Comment
I admit to not always voting or commenting, partly because I have 'real'work to do and I could loose myself within Strolen for the day otherwise but they are good points well made and I will try to do more in future. Go to Comment
Its a wonderful idea with fantastic potential. It could be easliy be manipulated to suit any place or time with minor alterations but would suit Gaslamp Fantasy of some form of modern horror really well. Go to Comment
Really interesting stuff and well presented. Got me thinking a lot, and although I wouldn't use it in a game a tpresent I can see how it could be adapted to use in a more 'modern' game (18th cent as you say) quite well.
It almost makes me want to do one just to work with it. Go to Comment
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.