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Silveressa	The Darkest of Winters: Session #2 By: Silveressa “Whooeee Uncle! you smell like the inside of a cows butt hole!” -Tommy Booths, commenting on his uncles new “cologne.” “So does his breath.” -Renee Black, quietly stating the obvious. Session #1 may be found Here. Articles Campaign Gaming - In General	by Silveressa 90^xp 2 replies 3623 views
Silveressa	The Darkest of Winters: Intro and Prologue By: Silveressa “A road trip? In this mess that used to be America? Yer outta your minds, I’d rather sleep with a rabid porcupine!” -Phil McGuire Ranch Hand on the Happy Trails Horse Ranch when asked about coming with the group to find a safer haven up north. A Dead Reign zombie apocalypse campaign synopsis, Session #1 of 32. Articles Campaign Gaming - In General	by Silveressa 130^xp 4 replies 5870 views

“ 'Yn these landes, theye do ryde upone greate flowtinge beastes alike as those thate ye fyshermen do calle nawtilus; Ande these beastes, callede 'pyky-pyky' because of ye noises thate the beastes make, are troubelsome ande beastlye mountes, withe fowle temperes.' -Telliamed ap Ynris, 'Ye Westerne Landes'. (A levitating giant nautilus that makes a noise like 'piki-piki' and is thus called a Great Piki-piki.)”

CaptainPenguin

“ The dwarven gods true names can only be known by dwarves. They are referred to by nicknames in the presence of non-dwarves. I.E. Gudurran( Allfather) Baenna ( Hearthmother) Dudrak ( Ore), etc. No torture or magic or direct intent can reveal their true names to non-dwrves.”

oakleafbard

“ An insidious creature, most likely somehow 'related' to trappers and lurkers, the Dead Leaves (for no other name exists as of yet for this foul thing), hibernates for three of the four year's seasons, deep underground. Its active time is Autumn, when trees shed their leaves, depositing colorful carpets across the ground. The terror then emerges and blends in with the surrounding leaves, perfectly camouflaged, waiting patiently for unsuspecting victims. In appearance it resembles nothing more than a ten foot square, six inch thick, layer of bright yellow, orange, and red leaves. The only hint that someone is walking on top of it, comes in the form of an unusual amplified sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Too late usually, the victims notice this additional 'crunch'. The Dead Leaves will then swirl and 'rise' up to smother and suffocate the victim, like a colorful, malevolent, boa constrictor. Fire, as can be imagined, is particularly effective against this creature, but one has to *know* it's there before putting it to the torch. And there's the rub. The creature is impossible to 'identify' in a large patch of fallen leaves by eyesight alone.”

Murometz