Stryder By Dakota the Dragonslayer Hello, there. Dakota here. I suppose you’re all wondering if ‘the Dragonslayer’ is actually my last name. Alas, it is not, though wouldn’t that be legendary?* I wouldn’t say dragonslaying is a hobby, more like a harebrained idea. And, you know, I had the foolish idea of trying to take a dragon’s gold. And I tripped over a dragon’s nest when I wasn’t ready. All in all a lot of fun. …
“And what are you doing here?” Zee turned. Behind her stood two strangers, both men. The lanky one had addressed her; his portly companion stood nearby with hand on his sword. “Was?” she queried in her native tongue, blue eyes studying them. For all their cleverness any attraction was lost to her, for though they were well-built and held their arms with practiced ease, by their garb she sensed they lacked wealth. “Your accent is …
After losing my short sword last night in a battle with a madman and my cousin, Falton’s only werewolf, I left early to search for it. While I did not find my sword, I did find quite a bit of sliver and a few bits of cloth, at least I could get some money for that. As I turned to head back to Falton, I pulled my breakfast, a small chocolate cake, out of my …
CHORUS Do tell, do tell Of Scottish wonder And the Roamans they defeat They brandish blades and strength of will And peace they do entreat VERSE With tartan cloth affixed to kilt They’ll make sure enemy blood is spilt But fear thee not Their hearts are true Just as their faces blue CHORUS Do tell, do tell Of Scottish wonder And the Roamans they defeat They brandish blades and strength of will And peace they …
A tale by Sir Williams We knew the goblins were coming, we just didn’t know when. My men and I were on the outskirts of town when it happened. I caught the motion out of the corner of my eyes, turning I heard someone shout, “They are coming! The goblins are coming!” Drawing my sword I yelled, “To arms, to arms! We are under attack!” I readied myself. I could see the creatures, lurching through …
As some of you may have already noticed, there is another page in the menu bar! the “Tavern Tales and Stories” page is dedicated to posting stories written by you, the players! Several of you have already sent in stories (long… long ago…) and I apologize for taking so long to get them posted. School struck like a tidal wave rolling over a tiny village on the eastern shore of Gilder… Regardless, the stories will …
The items pictured above are the current residents of the Lost and Found. I have no problem holding onto them until October, but I wanted you guys to know they are here if something is yours. Also, I have heard there are rumors going around that the October LARP will be the final LARP. I had no idea! What will I do with all the gems and stuff? Suffice it to say, the October …
The role-playing and the costumes were outstanding on Sunday! THANK YOU for making Fallton come to life. Speaking of Fallton, how about: The well-stocked market (Thank you Neumans) The bank that ran like clockwork (Thank you Angie and parents) Those Games of Chance that enticed and entertained (Thank you Randy and Dave) Quest Shawn Mark’s lucrative quests (Thank you John) And the nearby river expedition (Thank you Kenny and Kirt) [and while you may not …
As summer ends and the colder months approach, a civil war in the lands about Fallton seems imminent. Dissenters hold meetings in secret hideouts, while the Royalty lay plans from the safety of their keep. What has transpired in the town is only a taste of that which will surely be soon to come. Yesterday was a fantastic day! Many thanks to everyone who attended, and extra thanks to all of the helpers! I know …
