Everything was going well with the engagement negotiations, until the would-be Gasconian bride was kidnapped. Now your ward, Prince Rickardius, has insisted you must rescue her, so that the engagement contract can be completed. Danger and intrigue await amidst foul sorcery. Inspired by Dave Duncan's Blade series. Mature players. Role playing stressed/No rules lawyers.
Everything was going well with the engagement negotiations, until the would-be Gasconian bride was kidnapped. Now your ward, Prince Rickardius, has insisted you must rescue her, so that the engagement contract can be completed. Danger and intrigue await amidst foul sorcery. Inspired by Dave Duncan's Blade series. Mature players. Role playing stressed/No rules lawyers.
Everything was going well with the engagement negotiations, until the would-be Gasconian bride was kidnapped. Now your ward, Prince Rickardius, has insisted you must rescue her, so that the engagement contract can be completed. Danger and intrigue await amidst foul sorcery. Inspired by Dave Duncan's Blade series. Mature players. Role playing stressed/No rules lawyers.
The Ravens have faced evils internal and external. Evil doesn't rest, so why should we? Rejoin the Ravens as they once again challenge the unknown. Investigators of the mysterious, in the spirit of the X-Files, with a touch of horror. Rich Bowers, GM.
The Ravens have faced evils internal and external. Evil doesn't rest, so why should we? Rejoin the Ravens as they once again challenge the unknown. Investigators of the mysterious, in the spirit of the X-Files, with a touch of horror. Rich Bowers, GM.
The worst coterie of Kindred in the sorriest excuse for a Domain are called together to solve This Week's Big Mystery. This is an extremely non-serious event (seriously!), so bring your one-liners ("Fashion, maybe you've heard of it."), comic timing ("Hospitality? Let's make coffee!"), trivia ("The average dolphin is 8' and 165 lbs. Maybe that did it."), sterotypes ("Shut up, thilly, I'm DARK."), and bad accents ("Zat wahn? Naw! Zee OZZA wahn!")
The worst coterie of Kindred in the sorriest excuse for a Domain are called together to solve This Week's Big Mystery. This is an extremely non-serious event (seriously!), so bring your one-liners ("Fashion, maybe you've heard of it."), comic timing ("Hospitality? Let's make coffee!"), trivia ("The average dolphin is 8' and 165 lbs. Maybe that did it."), sterotypes ("Shut up, thilly, I'm DARK."), and bad accents ("Zat wahn? Naw! Zee OZZA wahn!")
You were making your way back from a mission deep in enemy territory when you got the word. The Germans had begun a massive offensive and have the 101st airborne surrounded in a town named Bastogne. You've got new orders, make for Bastogne, and do what you can to relieve the 101st.
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."