I was halfway through the obligatory
2013 in review post when I realized that those kinds of posts bore to
me to tears.
Suffice it to say that 2013 was the
Year of Retrenchment here in the Hill Cantons in which posting
slacked off to relatively low standards and focus turned away from
the broad based explorations of hobby history and theory back more to
being a clearinghouse for all the various half-baked campaigns,
mini-campaigns and other assorted vehicles for things I am actually
playing.
Where is the blog headed in the Year of
the Horse?
Who the hell knows, though I suspect it
will see something like a balance between the old focus/posting
schedule and the new/old one with perhaps a revival of the interview
series, content posts (ruinscrawling and homebrewed Traveller ships
and equipment have been burning up the draft box), vicious satire and
my general self-indulgence.
And now the news...
Today this most blessed of days, all of
Solarity hoists the white gravy urn in celebration of Our Most
Puissant Sun Lord's annual chariot circuit around the World Turtle.
Bedecked in his deo-fox robes of state the Overking solemnly
removed the blackened-wood idol of Year 42113 from its
garnet-encrusted pedestal in the Great Dome, ritually chuckled and
blinded it with a red-hot poker while intoning the Invocation of
Schadenfreude.
As the new idol of 42114 is installed,
that great, if weathered grand dame of Zem, Kezmarok, begins a
fresh, joyful new round of political violence and strife. The
low-intensity civil war in the Eternally Besieged City has
seen a shift in favor of the Autarch camp with followers of
the Decade King being driven out of Lower Kezmarok altogether.
Though deprived of access to the docks—and thus contact with the
outside world—the Decade King seems to be preparing his next big
move. Reports from the Wall say that all of the Great Captains of the
bonded companies manning that vital edifice have been invited to a
not-so discreet dinner at the palace of the not-so-much figurehead.
Meanwhile on the Feral Shore, a
shockingly languid period of rest and peace has come to an end, the
Nefarious Nine have refocused attentions on their expeditions
upriver into the Weird coming dreadfully close to the old peaktopcity ruins of the Rusevin. Despite the turmoil gripping the
land of its patron, the colony seems to have taken on new life with
new foolishly-optimistic peasants moving out of the cramped swamp
fort of King's Ten into the hill-villages of the Domovoy (total
population now there up to around 160 humans and 520 of the furry
house-spirits).
And the Cycle of the Eternal Scumbag
may turn anew on the Feral Shore, reports say that its not just the
exploitable and mundane immigrating to that Weird-begotten land, but
that callow, young adventurers of a “lower level” of acumen and
personal development are packing their backpacks and ten-foot poles
for the colony.
Further south concerns over his
mounting war debts have moved the Despot of Maarb to sell off
a portion of his much-beloved flotilla of bizarre naval vessels. One
particular favorite, a golden barge that is said to contain a
bewildering array of Eldish devices, has been reportedly sold to
Ul-Nahimirrha, a high satrap (and rumored necromancer) in the
Scarlet Sultanate.
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