A very important step to play a proper Mystara version of today: the conversion of the Demihuman Relics to D&D 5e! It will take quite a few posts, many old but refurbished things and many new too! We think the results are quite nice and we hope you enjoy them, as mush as we do.
… Previously Here’s the second part, and second dungeon level too, of the B11 conversion to D&D 5e. B11 – King’s Festival – second part Easy Medium Hard Deadly 250 500 750 1.000 20. Cavern of the worms Two red worms (see:… (READ MORE)
As promised, we deliver! Here you will find a fully detailed conversion of the nice B11 – King’s Festival module, to D&D 5e: this doesn’t exempt you from the need to have this manual, we don’t want to spoiler too… (READ MORE)
MEANWHILE, A FEW MONTHS BEFORE IN SERRAINE …
“Ah, Master Matazumi, there you are! I went to the Onyx Tower, as instructed and here is the answer of Master Helsing. They also gave me a Flying Potion for you, how strange …” – the young gnome addressed the floating skull that was reading a book in the Great Library.
“GOOD. KEEP ALL, FORGOT MY POCKET TROUSERS” – said the dry, deep and unearthly voice of the Druji.
[You may want to read the previous post:[ The Elemental Evil in Mystara – part II: the History ] Elemental Evil Cults in Mystara and their Prophets. The Elemental Evil disrupts the four elements inner nature, focusing their power to just destruction…. (READ MORE)
From Aralic’s Letter to the Church of Traladara Patriarch Aleksyev Nikelnevich
The Reverend Excellency
Aleksyev Nikelnevich, Patriarch of the Church of Traladara
Something worrisome and troubling happened in the last few days in the little village of Stallanford where I have the privilege to serve, as per Your Highness command, as shepherd and guidance, under Halav’s Name and Law.[…]
I stare at Vaeris and Tiberius pounding and fiddling with the heavy stone slab sealing the ancient tomb. It is recessed in the floor and this makes me wonder if this resting place belongs to a lower society rank in comparison to the family for which the whole compound has been built. Maybe a servant. A guard. With horror, I look at the mess they are doing to […]
TICK…. TICK…. Darkness… Silence… TICK… TICK…. Death…
6 months ago, Skullhorn Pass, Pricipalities of Glantri
“The coldest winter in living memory, in the Principality of Klantyre. Or so says that old crow, the sergeant Haye.” He paused sipping his warm beverage. “There, Bran, take some warm tea. It will help at least to warm your bones for a few minutes.” Brannart, overdressed to the top, was looking at […]
From the Diary of a Madman
The Four Masters of Death will surely be unsatisfied by the outcome of my research. There is no trace of the Ancient Scroll and we risk a complete fiasco, or nearly so. Not because of my conduct, surely not. I did all with precision, order and tenacity. I had clear instruction, after all. I, Petreides, clearly am in the right place. […]