It all started with a letter. Terri had gone to the mailbox and brought back the catscratch scribbled letter from Rytlock Brimstone.
Harry was worried. They had been home three days and Maggie hadn’t come out of her room. Both Precious and Simon stood guard at her door and would let no one pass. Now, it wasn’t that they would bite or attack anyone. But, if anyone came to the door, they would immediately step in front of the door to block it.
The forest was calm. The soft rustle of leaves, stirred by the light breeze, was disturbed only by the occasional chirp of a bird. But the woods were far from still. A small shadow moved imperceptibly through the brush, paused to sniff the air, then stalked on.
In Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay, you are unlikely heroes in a grim world of perilous adventure. You venture into the dark corners of the Empire and deal with the threats that others cannot or will not face.
I, Asarlai Thornai found myself in Aldcroft having to clean up a possible infestation by werewolves. Sure enough, I found several using an amulet of some sort to see if any of the people, especially refugees from Camlorn had Hircine’s Call on them. I dispatched them with more ease than I expected only to find out there was more to do.
I had no idea what to expect at the Tomb of the Primevil Kings where I went to gain access to the overly quiet human gods. Rytlock’s theory had the gods abandoning Tyria, but Kasmeer would never accept such an idea.
The following story was created in 2001 as the Origins story for the Gaiscioch na Anu, a Dark Age of Camelot Roleplaying guild formed to share the stories of Celtic folklore with the Hibernia, Nimue community. Characters mentioned in this story are fictional and not related to any person in particular. This story loosely based on the lore of Dark Age of Camelot, Celtic folklore, and in game character stories.
The two Ancients stood guard over the cabin and the sapling growing in the yard. The Old Goat grazed, as he always did around the house. The grass was sweet and the elders within would feed him corn and other delectable grains on occasion. The dogs would bark, but rearing his head would usually silence them.
We had traveled many days through the lands of Ebonheart Pact. The four of us found ourselves in a land called Stonefall; the starting area for the Ebonheart Pact (Level 12ish area), one of many lands within the pact. We had traveled these lands by foot, horse and wayshrine. We spent this night with a group of travelers just down the road from the Iliath Temple Wayshrine within the Iliath temple area of influence. The travelers told us of an area called Fungal Grotto (level 12 to 15 group dungeon) that had many nasty surprises in it.
Hi. I am Prissy, the directionally challenged explorer. I have been killed and my soul has been taken. No, wait, I am alive! I have somehow been brought back to life without a soul.