The Shelves of Mist

To hide their traffic they set their pathways in shallow water. Only the greatest of hunters could follow them. ~ The World of Aihrde

 

Vicity Lies Before You

Alea iacta est! Look not behind, victory lies before you! Tomorrow is yours! Make it so! Forward now!

The Struggle is the Reward

The road to adventure began long ago. Now it shows. Upon the battered mail, and weary look it shows. But it matters not, for the struggle is the reward!

 

 

Upon a Cold Morning

Frost clings to the trees, giving them a bluish hue. The clouds hang low in the air, yielding to their own weight of promised snow. But the castle is before you. Quiet. Seemingly empty. A shelter if nothing else...

 

Where do Spoils go....

Where do the Roads to Adventure lead? Countless battles and hordes retrieved! How now do the spoils of your endeavors pay off? In stone and mansion, fortified hill, in castles for homes...#playcnc #aihrde #ttrpg

 This is Spis Castle in Eastern Slovakia

Ineffable Creatures

The katamak are ineffable creatures that were born of errant thoughts of Ea-Raena. They dwell in the deeps of the Gray Waste, listless and without purpose. They appear as young fey, innocent and filled with wonder. But they long for more. When they spy a soul, cursed to wander alone, they snare them in a loving embrace. Taking some aspect of that soul's life they recreate it...sitting and talking in two chairs before a fireplace, cultivating a rose in a garden beneath a window, but the creation is never complete, the fireplace has no room, the garden window no house. But the katamak do not understand that it is incomplete and repeat it time and time again. The lost soul is ensnared, unknowingly reliving some shadow of its life. In the end this is salvation of sorts, for otherwise Gehenna would unmake the soul so that it would be as if it never was. ~ from A Guide to the Planes

 

A Malaise of Fog

A malaise of fog dampens your senses. It casts the world in shades of blue and gray, muffling sound as it clings to your cloaks, armor and packs. You know the beast is before you . . .

These are the Roads of Adventure...

From the Pits

It crawls forth from the deep recesses of the pits below. An abomination. A cretinous monstrosity formed of the suffering of the damned, doomed to Aufstrag.  It hangs there. Motionless. Watching you through the hollow white globes of eyes that bear no intelligence or purpose of intent....

Reflections

The road is oft confusing and offers up a mirage of what is real and what is not. But these are, are they not, our Roads of Adventure. 

 

 

They labored for years, following a vein of silver that snaked its way ever down. Only too late did they realize they were tricked.