“If you are going to live in the Warren, you need to live by The Rules,” The Edge said.
“I can follow the Ward Rules as good as anyone,” the Green Ryder said.
He waves dismissively. “Those are not the rules I speak of. I speak of the ones that make you more than just another fool with a dragon mount. I speak of the ones that make you a True Ryder.”
“Who are you to tell me what is right to do?”, Sir Aldros said.
“I am a follower of The Old Code”, the older knight said.
Chivalry was disciplined by a code of conduct that was clearly understood although it was never clearly formulated. ~ LÃ©on Gautier ~
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.
A look at the calendars used in Ãƒ?ran.
A detailed timeline of Ãƒ?ran
A codex dedicated to describing the history of the world of Éran.
Although many tend to see the world as driven by power and money, there are many other forces at work in fantasy world to make the driving forces of the world more varied.
In too many games, role-playing takes a back seat to Kewl Powerz, a tag given to the multitude of spell lists, special abilities, and innate powers claimed by a character. Many times this is a problem of munchkins, or blowing up stuff becoming more important in a game than role-playing though alternate personas.
In all of Centasi history, from the mythical prehistory of the Old Kingdom to the countless wars and petty conflicts of the modern age of the Hundred, there is no figure so feared, so influential, so historical, as the Howler.
An adventurer guild is a way to provide plot hooks, motivation and social context for such a weird and diverse group of people known as “adventurers”. It can can offer interesting options, in-game and out-of-game.
I could think of many times such a party contract would of come in handy.
Upon the fourth night of Winterkiss, a lord of the land was visited by four Magi.
Lai-Xeng was a traveling scholar and wise man. There are a hundred tales attributed to him, each one containing a kernal of wisdom.
This is a popular children’s rhyme in the city of Ur-Kanesh. It is chanted while the children run down the street on St. Arakis eve.
Recently unearthed this gem of mine, and thought to post it. Its writing predates my joining of Strolen, and I found quite a few interesting bits in it. It is nearly completely written and I am going to endeavor to finish writing it out. Until then, I plan to post it here, perhaps a section a day or so. Enjoy, expand, criticism, comment.
The Carycian calendar has been adopted by many countries since its invention by the Blue Monk, Frezzi Alberto, in the year 1. It evolved from the wonderment Alberto felt for the natural cycles and his attempts to understand and predict them.
Right after the 1000 years of human prosperity, it all suddenly came crashing down. Mortals became cocky with the returned use of magic. They were soon tested with the arrival of Dubaku’s children. While he was long lost to history, his children finally awoke.
In the early days of Hewdamia, the Gods squabbled over the world and took what they could from the each other. There was little here but water and soil, yet the Three Gods fought over it still. The arrival of the newer Gods marked a turning point in the world as well as the Gods. The arrival marked the beginning of a war that wouldn’t see the first blow for centuries.
With nearly 1000 years of there being an absence of the Gods that fell in the war of the Gods, things began to change. No one knows why but a shift in the politics of the Gods came to startling events.
The second era started off in better light than the 1st era ended. For almost 500 years there was a rebuilding going on with the Gison, continued growth for the Olwynn, and understanding with the Derevo about the different factions in their families. Like all things, this time had come to and end.
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.