“Hitting the road, with your wagons and followers in tow, you wonder what the winding way has stored for you this time?
Wolves? Trolls? Something altogether more sinister? There’s no way to know. You can only push forward.
And that is precisely why you push through this bleak landscape. To surprise yourself.
There was nothing new to find under the cold soil of your father’s fields, so you took the risk to become a delver. A reaver. A knower of things, a finder of secrets.
The road is your home, the inns on the way are the closest you want for a restful place.
You can never go back home again. But what is home anyway?” Continue reading “Random Encounters, in a Weird World”
“Yeh ever been ta the Screaming Duckling? Up on the east side? Yea, tha’s the one! Awesome ale they got there, but stay outta the bogs, I hear they’s haunted by a shit-daemon! Ha!
Wha’s aboot the Rough Arse? Down the Southway? Yea, the one with the one armed barmaid. Blimey, she’ll give ya a sound trashin’ any night o’ the week. How’d ya think I lost me front teef?
Hmm… Well riddle me this then: where’s the best place for a pint o’ dwarven scrummy? Don’t know? Well, tha’s where we’ll go next!
Handle the tab, will ya, tha’ssa good boy. Then we’re off to the Stinky Otter!” Continue reading “Tavern Names 101”
“You say you’re heading out to the caves up in the mountains?
Well, I’ve got just what you need: climbing spikes, rope, hooks, shovels, pick axes, crowbars, compasses, chalk, perfume and…
…what do you mean you won’t need perfume in the caves? Haven’t you heard of the stinkgoblins?” Continue reading “Equipment, improved”