Umber

Umber

New home for Renegades & Redemption

March 26th, 2007

Well, here’s the new home-to-be of the Renegades and Redemption site. As befits campaigns that have been running off and on for a venerable seven years now, it’s hopefully a little less scruffy than the old one.

Material will be trickling in from the old site as I have time; it’s still, for the time being, available in archive form.

As before, For Pawns Only is for the folks in our local campaign, and is password protected. If you go to the old site you’ll find that’s still password protected too, but in the ‘nobody-including-me-can-get-to-the-content’ broken sort of way, so it’s not very useful.

Friendly Fire

March 25th, 2007

Captain Serranis tries to come to grips with the horrors visited upon Drellin’s Ferry.

It was after ten o’clock, and on a usual day Drellin’s Ferry would be quieting for the night. But it was not a usual day, and the night was not quiet. Under the direction of the militia the citizens of Drellin’s Ferry were packing and assembling for evacuation, preparing to flee toward Brindol with a goblin army at their heels and an uncertain future as refugees ahead of them. Some comforted themselves with thoughts of the day they would be able to return to their homes and abandoned possessions. Others took a more bitter comfort in cursing fate or, for those who needed a more tangible target, the five knights of Dunthrane who had ridden in on the wings of ill fortune and through force of arms and guile had imposed this decision on an unwilling populace. The number of naysayers had grown considerably fewer after Vayel and Brin killed a roving three-headed chimaera sowing terror on the street that afternoon, but was swelling again somewhat after Tenser’s precipitate appearance and the total destruction of the inn and concomitant loss of a dozen townspeople later in the day.
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A Coming Storm

March 7th, 2007

The hunt for a gem thief widens into war.

It had been a long day, and when they stopped for the night Brin lost no time finding a surface to lean against and drifting into meditation, lulled by the familiar sounds of Vayel cleaning and sharpening her weapons while Corwin and Dryden pored over maps, and the novel sound of Keraptis muttering over his spellbook. Willie curled up on her lap but after a few minutes his mind retreated into a more remote and finally unreachable space. This was not particularly unusual and she thought nothing of it until he returned, mentally tugging at her. With a grumble of fatigue she followed where he led, until with an abrupt transition she found herself walking in tall grass by a wide, swiftly flowing stream, overhanging willows shading her from a bright sun. A man nearly seven feet tall with tigerish features and bright blue eyes approached from the opposite bank. Seeing her he stepped onto the water, which stilled to glass and bore his weight easily where he crossed. For just a moment she thought she saw the faint image of a second Willie in front of him, but couldn’t convince herself it wasn’t a trick of the light.
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