The soldiers, mercenaries, and other professional warriors of Weintäler are not the finest in the world, or even on the continent. But like everyone else in Weintäler who fancies themselves an expert in something these fighters have an arrogance and haughtiness normally reserved for describing elves. They are good at what they do and on … Continue reading With an Arrogance and Haughtiness Normally Reserved for Elves…
Hilde and her squire took the elevating bowl contraption all the way back to the smelting room, and set about making camp. Cinder went immediately back to exploring the rooms around them, and Belynda made quite a meal from the food they had on hand along with a generous dose of magical summoning. It wasn’t … Continue reading Fight, Swear, Loathe; Chapter 17
One of the running gags in our ongoing game is one or more of the players calling out "Rule Three!" whenever there is even the slightest hint of innuendo. This doesn't even have to be during the game, either. The mere suggestion of anything remotely sexual is enough to spur folks to frantically shout (or … Continue reading Rule 3 and You
I know that there could be some concern over certain details in my stories, at least the ones presented here in what amounts to be a book format. Before anyone gets their knickers well and truly twisted, let me just say I took a bit of poetic license. Plus everything about this sort of nerd … Continue reading Don’t Pester Me with Details!
Uncertain as to the time when they awoke, the two women had stirred at almost the exact same time. Cinder had been bouncing about already, her whiskers twitching furiously as she explored the area around where the adventurers slept. Belynda prepared a quick meal, and then helped gird Hilde in her armor. They didn’t have … Continue reading Fight, Swear, Loathe; Chapter 16
Last night marks the first time that I have ever ended a weekly game during a battle. Not hardly ideal but time had been creeping up on us and before we realized it 10:30pm rolled around and players started turning into pumpkins. The bard and one of the rogues were the first to abandon the game, … Continue reading “Ok, you prepare to attack with your sword and…. let’s stop there for the night.”
This is an auspicious day here at Slothjemian Tales. You might say we are celebrating an anniversary of sorts. In fact, it is such a momentous occasion that we are going to go ahead and give everyone that peruses this blog a little insight as to the inner workings of how the game world is … Continue reading There are Worse Things. Of course, nothing comes to mind at the moment…
It took quite a while for the great device clicking away in the bowels of the earth to complete its task, but when it did, Hilde and Belynda were both duly impressed. A great iron cauldron sort of bowl rose up from the pit, and on one side was a large platform apparently for workers … Continue reading Fight, Swear, Loathe; Chapter 15
Releasing the rope as it swung out, Hilde yanked it back and snagged the next chain. If nothing else was to come of this exercise, she was getting really good at this. She pulled the rope towards her, and grabbed the chain, once more setting the hook on the edge of the chute behind her. … Continue reading Fight, Swear, Loathe; Chapter 14
For the first time ever there was a successful switch between Game Masters in what essentially is the same game world in a game I was a part of. What made it the most awesome was that we kept our own characters, and the respective Game Masters didn't have to relinquish control over the NPCs … Continue reading That Worked Really Well!