From sticks and stones to the modern faith. (May be offensive to some readers, read with caution)
"Thandrar was seeing red, the frustration was building as he traded blow after blow with his enemy. Their blade lashed out and drew blood, but instead of weakening Thandrar, he was energized - the last straw! His pent up rage and frustration peaked and he smote his foe with such force as to bisect the fool, bathing himself, his blade and the floor in blood and gore."
The most influential event in Atheus is the Year of the Exile. It set up the division of the world into east and west, the human's side and the barbarian's side, respectively. But how did it actually happen? How did one race manage the incredible feat of the exile of four other races?
A final update on what happened to Kingmakers.
A quote from my solo campaign that really got me thinking about how players perceive Npcs.
Does your players treat your precious Npcs like nothing but obstacles, exploits and cannon fodder, whether they are gelatinous cubes or humans?
And if so, what can we do to change it?
Extremely terse summary- I've had my hands full as of late, and I apologize for the lack of explanation.
A basic history of the continent of Atheus.
Combat heavy sessions make for short summaries
Sadly, the first night my Antagonistic Player is around to play, inter-player drama throws things off causing a slog of a session where almost nothing got accomplished.
Woo boy. Where to even begin?
Multi-session summary a-go-go.
A perfect example of my players thinking of something being better than my current plan happened tonight.
The Group Arrives in Cranson. Intrigue follows.
Session 10 won't get a summary due to lack of action. NOW WITH BONUS SESSION 12 ACTION!
Stuff happened. Now I have plotting to do.
My players continue to do things instead of infiltrating the party...
Things get seedy
You realize a group of men is going right to you. The man in front has a hard determined look on his face, the two men behind follow him with some uneasiness. He stops before you, holding the handle of his sword in one hand, and slaps (choose person carefully) with leather gloves he carries in the other hand. "Rhadagald Thinvoice, I challenge You to a duel to dea..." Stopping abruptly, he realizes this is the wrong person.