To hide their traffic they set their pathways in shallow water. Only the greatest of hunters could follow them. ~ The World of Aihrde
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To hide their traffic they set their pathways in shallow water. Only the greatest of hunters could follow them. ~ The World of Aihrde
Alea iacta est! Look not behind, victory lies before you! Tomorrow is yours! Make it so! Forward now!
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!
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 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
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 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...
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....
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.
In a profession where skill is measured by power, there are those magi who use their powers to make a mockery of reality itself. Rare indeed are the illusionists....Don't miss this Roads to Adventure!
The sluggish water stretches out through the forest's damp floor, pulling you deeper into the blue-green mist. The dead fall of autumn is around you, echoing the dank silence that saturates your many senses. The World of Aihrde
High walls and higher towers marked the palatial fortress. There wizards dwelt, or so it has always been said, pondering the arcane thaumaturgy that is their calling.
There, upon the edges of the world the Rune Maids lingered, watching and lusting for the light of the sun and the feel of rain. They built homes for themselves, towers and castles of wondrous work in the darkness. ~ Of the Rune Maids. The World of Aihrde.
Beneath the weight of the evening's sky it stands, the tower of your dreams. Lit by the incandescent rage of fires below, it beckons, promising adventure, glory and wealth untold. Castles & Crusades.
Beneath the high ceiling, into dark places, fear no monster nor brood of demon shadows. The dark is yours. On the road to adventure...Castles & Crusades. #playcnc #aihrde #ttrpg
Aye. There is sorcery. There are shadows to cloak your padded feet. Snares to set and other foolish conjurings. But there is nothing like armor and cold steel. It will not fail you from desire, nor falter from fatigue. It is yours to command and your enemies to fear.
A fortuitous glance behind reveals a figure perched between two fingers of stone, little more than a silhouette in the light of the entrance beyond. You are caught, between the dark and light, and you must choose the path of adventure.... The World of Aihrde
And so they rode to war, and none could withstand them, for they were bold and without fear. And this infected their mighty steeds so that those beasts bore them through fire and blood with the joy of a hunting hound. And all fell away from them and the field was theirs. World of Aihrde
It is in us. It is in all of us. Even in the darkness, to struggle. Never leave off hope. Fight on! Even when evil rides your back. Fight on. World of Aihrde
State of the Trolls It has been a momentous few years since my last State of the Troll. A great deal has happened since, from the OGL conund...