This is a continuation of my write-up of the fantastically made-up game system and one-shot campaign that my group ran. Looking for Part 1? Click Here.
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The orcs struggled to their feet, dumbstruck by the fight their quarry had in them. Yes, they preferred a struggle before their meal - it awakened the appetite. But, blood mages? With luck they numbered two, and old at that. Better than seven. Orcs seldom can count very high, but seven was a number all knew. It had power as ancient as any of the laws in the world.
Gruum hoisted his bulk from the ground. A swift kick brought an unconscious Olga back to the waking world; the last gruesome strike from the female mage had brought her nearly to the brink of death. No pity within orcish-kind. The strong survive, the weak perish. The kick was a rare gesture.
The marauders moved now with the precision of practiced routine after the skirmish. Bodies were stacked ready for the cooking fire, their belongings tossed into a haphazard pile that Kashyyk rooted through with zeal. Good fight, good loot. Simple logic. And true to this, the was treasure to be found: a curious collection of golden lockets, all the same, stored in the toe of a boot.
The shaman of the group puzzled over the curious symbols. A touch of a blood-smeared hand was all it took. The gold shimmered unnatural bright in the dark. Blood magic and blood mages. How curious.
February 06, 2014
Circle Breakers Pt. 1: We Are All But Players
We're back from my unplanned hiatus with a brand new D&D 4e campaign. Despite the radio silence, we have, indeed, been playing; I've just not been writing. That means quite a few sessions of catch-up for me, more reading for you: my dear readers.
Yes, we've been hopping back and forth between campaigns for the last few sessions. I suppose this is what happens when work, significant others, and a desire for varied extra-curriculars do to a nerd. But enough about IRL us, you want to read about our fantastical personas.
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