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		Defending Turmish,Three Against Ironfang Keep, Part 3 of 3 Posted by: Madporthos on Sunday, May 03, 2009 - 07:33 AM
		252 Reads Massive and hideous, with a strangely ridged head, the Black Beast resembled a demon in body, but a rather unique one at that, I can say as someone who is rather an expert on them, first hand knowledge and all that. An animal’s reverse jointed legs, a strange pointed tail and something on it’s back that resembled wings at first glance, but then could be seen to be bone spikes. The creature could unleash a devastating roar, sonic waves blasting over us, bursting ear drums and impacting like a thousand kobolds pummeling every inch of our bodies. Try as I might, my blade would not pierce his defenses. Read more... (10736 bytes more) 1 Comment

		Defending Turmish, Three Against Ironfang Keep, Part 2 of 3. Posted by: Madporthos on Monday, February 02, 2009 - 10:11 AM
		477 Reads Continuation of the Tale, told by Ganelon the Scarred, of Three Against Ironfang Keep... I have found a place, known to a select few adventurers over the years, where time is gentle on one. A place where the weight of the world and the burden of ones past seems distant. Not quite of this world, not quite of the next. It is known as the Inn Between the Worlds. When I am there it is as if I feel that peace I did when I was dead, before I was brought back into the world. At ease, rather than in a place where fate has no path for me to take, because my story is long past it’s ending. Long hours I have spent there, or perhaps it is days, or weeks it isn’t always possible to tell. Read more... (9532 bytes more) 6 Comments

		Defending Turmish, Three Against Ironfang Keep Posted by: Madporthos on Thursday, December 18, 2008 - 09:33 AM
		380 Reads The Hin Realmwalker Ganelon the Scarred tells something of his grim past and what lead to him and two other mighty adventurers to a show down with the vicious Black Beast of Ironfang Keep.... "My name is Ganelon the Scarred, ‘the Scarred’ being an epithet I’ve borne since it first set me apart from my people, the Hin of Lurien. Most folk call my people Halflings, but in Lurien, we are the people and we don’t much hold with being called half of anything. If you catch a bit of pride, yes that’s there, but also distance. Read more... (10406 bytes more) 1 Comment

		Who is the Bandit Queen of Ormath anyway Posted by: Rorry_Olaven on Monday, November 17, 2008 - 10:02 AM
		395 Reads At first it was vital that something be done to stop the bandit raids, the harassment and murder of the peaceful people inhabiting the shinning plains should not, could not be allowed to continue. Where to start seemed obvious, often the murdering bandits were found to be carrying maps that appeared to lead to the bandit’s lair, however making head or tail of the maps proved to be problematic as a very specific skill set was required to understand the maps. Fortunately Mirv Wrutehugor the Dwarven Druid had spent hours honing just these skills and was up to the challenge posed by the Maps, and so off to the bandits. Read more... (6226 bytes more) 4 Comments

		The Chronicles Of Zacharia Posted by: j0hnamsterdam on Tuesday, August 12, 2008 - 10:12 AM
		545 Reads A FAMILY BUSINESS My grandfather was in business, at least that's what he always told us. He started out killing rats for a couple of gold pieces a pop. In those days there were a lot of rats in Karunth. Pretty soon he was running his own extermination company. He became pretty famous. Now I'm learning the family business for myself, from the ground up, so to speak. This is my story... Read more... (1252 bytes more) 5 Comments

		A Call for the Strongest and Most Daring Posted by: DangerousDave on Thursday, February 08, 2007 - 10:39 PM
		1731 Reads The large room was empty of life except for a bearded man who sat at a desk in the center. Candles dripped wax upon his paperwork, and a quill sat idly in his chubby hand. He stared at the stone walls covered in finely crafted tapestries and paintings as if he looked through them. His left hand pushed and pulled on his black beard which hid his chins as he occasionally let forth a low, grumbling sound from his throat. Read more... (1468 bytes more)

		All Hallows Eve Treat Hunt Posted by: altquark on Tuesday, October 24, 2006 - 04:11 PM
		2436 Reads Thanks to all who participated in the All Hallows' Eve Treat Hunt. The morning hunt was a great success with seven players participating. It was a long contest, lasting approximately five hours. In the end, Jinky Slickfingers (played by Lord Teret) claimed the most Sugar Drops in all of Turmish! Read more... (667 bytes more)

		Aavorak buys a house Posted by: altquark on Thursday, August 03, 2006 - 01:29 AM
		2455 Reads "Finally, those good for nothing citizens of Karunth will feel my power" thought Aavorak as he handed over the princely sum to Chandor in the Alaghon Real Estate Agency. "No more will poor Aavorak sleep in the cold damp streets, or at a corner chair in the Dragonfly Inn" "Thankyou sir" replied Chandor, as he quickly pocketed the gold, "If you would now just finalise this legal treatise, nothing to worry about, just the formalities" he went on, proffering the evil fighter a lengthy contract. Read more... (4876 bytes more)

		Kivis has second doubts Posted by: altquark on Saturday, April 01, 2006 - 12:00 AM
		2529 Reads The early pre-light dawn spread its fingers across the sky, threatening to suddenly set fire to the clouds hovering over Alaghon. Kivis was in a trance, walking through the streets he knew so well back to the Market District and to his safe shop. At least, it was safe yesterday – would it ever be safe again he thought darkly to himself. All the paranoid thoughts that Kivis had previously molded to his psyche now screamed at him, but he no longer seemed to care – or at least no longer had the ability to control his surroundings. Read more... (2490 bytes more)

		Kivis and the Overlord Posted by: altquark on Thursday, March 30, 2006 - 01:00 PM
		1863 Reads nother knock at the door- this time clearer and full of meaning. Kivis sat up from his work and sighed - "Coming, coming" he muttered under his breath as he approached the door "keep your boots on will ya ?". Kivis removed his reading glasses - and as he reached the door, he went through the ritual of affixing more suitable glasses atop his nose, squinted at the door, and slowly opened it enough to see who it was that was knocking at this time of night. "Are you Kivis Wintershinn ?" asked a gruff voice from the other side "Yes - its late you know" started Kivis - peering through the open crack to try and see who it was who disturbed his work. Through the ajar door he saw a number men - obviously of some military detachment - but hard to distinguish the badges of office through the dim light and the rain now coming down steadily on the visitors "May we come in ?" asked the man at the door after a moment of unsteady silence Kivis sighed again, and opened the door further, retreating back into the warmth and safety of his office. Three men walked into his shop - large men, with weapons - though Kivis noted that they were sheathed. As he looked closer at the men shaking the rain off their leather tunics, Kivis immediately recognized the badges of the Overlords Special Forces that the men wore. Indeed this worried the scribe more than the sheathed weapons, and as was his lent, Kivis started imagining the worst of the visiting officials. Read more... (6505 bytes more)