Arrûn the Fair fastened the straps on his polished silver béléthar cuirass and drew a rough, homespun stormy-blue cloak over it before buckling on his sword-belt and grasping the crosshandle on his shield. The silver-furred squirrel took a deep breath as he cast a parting glance around the soft white trees and calm evening shadows of the Ildré woodland.
"As ye know, we have been commissioned by the Magister Éû himself. By three days' passing we should be in Nezérun and getting an answer to all this confusion, if all goes well as it should. Everyone ready to march?" Arrûn nodded to his company- three silver Ildré squirrels like himself, and the short mole dwarf wielding his hefty old mace -and the fivesome set off along the path through the…Read more >
THIS IS A TEMPORARY HOLDING PLACE FOR THIS RPG UNTIL IMPLEMENTATION ON RWW! Rough plot outline: "Now Braggs an' Finch- they was a nasty pair if ever I knew 'em. They came up werkin' the Southern Slave Routes, ya know..."
Over the past few seasons slaver bands have become more daring, even going so far as to penetrate into Mossflower territories to the North and the Kingdom of Southsward to the South.
In Southsward, Trandy the hedgehog comes home from spearfishing to find his wife Umbell and daughter Trimbee gone. He and his sons, Rumby and Dallow, make for the Southsward Plateaus and meet the squirrel Silfo, who is tracking his own wife, Sweetkin.
At this moment, a slaver gang comprising of Finch, Braggs and their latest cohorts, Saltclaw, Well…Read more >