The Sun's Warmth

The sun slips the horizon's grasp and with it comes light and joy; the promise of a new day. The malaise of mist and darkness fades, burned by the heat and revealed in its weakness as nothing more than vapor. The hunt is yours again! To plunder life of its adventure!

Halls of Stone

The hall is made of stone and lined with the statuary of the wizard kings of long ago. Beyond lie the tombs where they rest in beds of stone lined with gold and still possessed of the magic heirlooms of their long lost power. Unguarded? Who can say...

 

 

Let, the God of Hope

The limbs rise and twine like antlers, echoing the violent clash of mighty stags. But there is more here, for this is the country of Let, the Lord of Hope and new beginnings. It is known that he takes the form of a Hart with a crown of antlers like trees.

Sun Draped Roads to Adventure

Beyond the old village fence lies the unknown, a wild country, sun draped and waking to spring. It is yours to take, this new path. The road to adventure goes ever, ever on...

Paths of Water

The goblins of Aihrde are clever creatures. They dig deep and use water in all their devices. It conceals their paths and guides them in the dark. But at times, in the wonder of dark caves, they light their paths with means both magical and mundane.

Beset on all sides...

Cut off and alone. There is no easy exit, not clean break. Beset on all sides, it is fight or fall.

Faul ti-ne Dume

In the Days before Days many of the Dwarves took to wandering, even before Al-Erde imparted his wisdom and these were called the Faul ti-ne Dume and their journeys were long and filled with wonder. But many had tragic ends for they fell to the hate of Ornduhl of the Val Eahrakuhn. #aihrde #ttrpg #playcnc

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To War...

When the North Mark broke free, there was war. Kayomar and her lords called to arms all their vassals and they gathered, great and small. #aihrde #playcnc #ttrpg

In the Musk Grass and Chara

It looked to all appearances as a woman drowned, thus the creature lured the unwary, drawing them into the tangled waters, there to snare them in the musk grass and chara. Once beneath the surface they devoured them and let their bones sink to the mire below.

The Solace of Forgotten Places

In the heart of the aged wood the trees dwell in quiet, though not in peace, for they are old and a tangled mess in their sullen hate of all creatures, whether good or foul of purpose. Only a few dwell here, in the Darkenfold, those who seek solace and to slip from the memory of the living.