“Your masters are dead!” Sharim yelled with booming voice and Rhadec kicked the carcass of Alabus to the courtyard. “Leave or die!” and the drow didn’t had to command twice. They fled. Alabus was dead, but Jeiram had escaped. The dwarven fortress was once again regained, but there were still many questions to be answered.
“Come now lads…” Elbor prompted others. Old age and the lack of other hand did not slow him down or at least the old dwarf made efforts that it would not show. He was getting old and he felt it in his bones. There were things to be dealt with, and helping Sharim, Jonas and
Our Forgotten Realms campaign continues again, switching back from 4th edition to 3.5. Dungeons and Dragons. This has fastened the pace of gaming considerably (especially the fights) and has given, at least the casters, a lot more room to tinker with. Everybody in our group has been pleased to the change. The eyes of the
It has been four months since I was able to sit down to play some pen & paper roleplaying games. Being father to a small child of course reduces my time to play much, but nevertheless, I was able to pull together a group of new gamers who are willing to join the dark si…
ETA for my firstborn is now 81 days away which means that “the real life” takes toll from all of my hobbies in general. That, and absence of players during the summer in mind, I unfortunately had to put our Shield of Ferelden campaign to a pause. This also means, that there won’t be weekly