“It all started with a blinding flash. Then darkness followed, as if I were really gone blind. How long did it last? Seconds? Hours? Years? Centuries? I cannot say. Gradually vision came back, and I had the impression that I woke up from a long sleep. All, the entire world, seemed dull to me as if through a semi-transparent surface. And only then […]
The observations of the young Traladaran
“Immortals are in the details” is an old Traladaran saying that my poor mother repeated often to me and my brothers, like a mantra, to draw the indispensable strength to carry on and make a living, at least for another day. But she was a woman of faith, unlike me, and she put her confidence in the […]
Remember that you will die or the memory of the dead?
CUT OFF: The Gnomish flying city of Serraine, a few weeks after the fall of Glimreen Lodestar
The chubby white bearded gnome, dressed in a multi-colored tunic, was very uneasy: the acrid smell was horrible, even without knowing its source. Useful fella, the druj, at least to kill tome-eater vermin with its unnatural poison, but the smell afterwards […]
… 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.
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 […]