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.

By Strange Artifices

Hounded by the Lords of the Winter Dark, the Mist Elves became a secretive people. They used clever artifices and hid their paths in strange and wonderful ways.

A Wall Like No Other

Rising from the pestilent morass of peat and sphagnum that carpets the small islands of sandy-black mud, a nauseating stench clings to the air, snatching your breath. The bog laps the feet of the distant ridge, beyond which lie the mountains, your destination.

A Mountain Like a Wall

Even in the warm months the Bergrucken are daunting, but in the deeps of Winter, crossing them is a herculean task. But the choice is not yours, your charge cannot wait for the Spring thaw. Perhaps, you can go under....

Glory!

Glory is earned, reaped from life's contest. In victory or defeat, on the field or off, it is yours to take. Castles & Crusades! (Photo from the Show #Vikings)