Results for tag: Fallcrest
Posted by: AntontheDM on Sep 2, 2012 at 12:36:35 AM
The Fire in the Knight
Fin heard screams, felt the heat of the flames, and smelled the smoke. The family cottage was on fire and it was dark. He looked frantically for his father, mother, and younger sister. What was happening? Where were they? He stumbled around the room, choking, the smoke was beginning to overcome him. Suddenly the back door shattered and a figure rushed in. It was his father Darathern, dark haired, tall and strongly built, he was carrying his sword. His shirt ragged and torn, stained by the blood coming from a ragged gash on his chest.
“Come with me, Fin!” he shouted over the crackling flames, “we have to go, NOW!”
They dashed through...
Posted by: AntontheDM on Aug 30, 2012 at 01:06:10 AM
Soon after they had arrived in Fallcrest they had taken Bandia’s remains to the House of the Sun. At first they had thought someone had given them bad directions. The Temple of the Sun looked like a rundown edifice that bordered on being called a ruin. A novice cleric had greeted them and let them in. After a few minutes of waiting they were met by Brother Grundelmar. He lead them to a small room furnished with roughly used second hand furniture and bade them to have a seat. In a few minutes the novice returned with tea and bread and cheese. Grundelmar listened to their tale of what had happened on their journey to Fallcrest. He looked at them earnestly and said, “That is an impressive tale, one worthy of the heroes
Posted by: AntontheDM on Aug 28, 2012 at 02:25:11 AM
A Journey and a Quest
A Dungeons & Dragons Tale
Using elements of the Nentir Vale and the world of Greyhawk in the year 1412 CY
By Anton Spletstoser
It could have been on a dark and stormy night full of intrigue or in a smoke and music filled tavern in a less than reputable part of the city. But this tale begins in a cobbler’s shop in Greyhawk. Segon Sarsfield was getting a new pair of boots made. Travelling boots, not those shiny buckled lightweight things that were the rage at the posh gatherings of the stylish. But good sturdy and surprisingly comfortable traveller’s boots, or as some called them “adventurer’s boots” because they seemed to almost be an indicator you were one.