An Old Country

I cannot say what you saw, but know that that land is haunted and it will swallow the unwary. It breathes, even as you and I, and it knows more than it lets on, for it is an old country, stained with all the long joys and miserys of the world. And it remembers, long beyond the moment. It remembers. ~The World of Aihrde

Pale Light's World

The sun touched the mountain peaks, but the pale light failed to unriddle aught; you cannot tell where one world ends, and the other world begins. The World of Aihrde

Unspoken Dangers

There the valley lies, "in the shadow of the giant's teeth, beyond the tumbling foam", even as the old man said. Though no hint of such a tranquil scene escaped his utterances. No village, nor roads, nor crops already green....these are portents he left strangely quiet.

Beyond the Horizon

Your horizon, so long broken by the the tangled branches of black jacks and cottonwood ... gives way ... suddenly ... to the clean line of open spaces and the comforting sight of walls and towers, of homes that cast a blended glow of yellowed white. A refuge. A place to take stock and heal.

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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