The hatches have been battened, the
sails trimmed. The vorpal blade has gone snickety-snack and the
metaphors mixed. The Hill Cantons and I are full speed ahead--with a
blessed minimum of adult real life responsibilities--to the Dallas
Metroplex for the North Texas RPG Con this year.
I lump the HC in there, not as final
confirmation of creeping disassociative mental illness (I hide it too
well), but as an announcement: I will be running a Hill Cantons game
on Saturday morning (9 am to a theoretical 2 pm) at the Con.
The game will be set in one of the
longest standing White Whales of the campaign, the biomechanical
golden barge of the Eld that formerly was beached on the Slumbering Ursine
Dunes--and will be again as we back up in time. I will be running it
with pregens (though you are welcome to bring your own 2-3rd
level character if you can stand some vetting) and the same Laby
Lord/AEC that I run at the table.
It's (mostly) nice to put the virtual
names to the real faces in the conviviality of the gaming table, so
it'd be right nice to meet any of you. (I have eight slots maximum
and with registration not opened yet only three unofficially reserved
at this moment.)
This world news finished off to news
from the real Hill Cantons world...
The term “bonder” may become a
thing of the past. In a wallposter declaration Goatday, the Decade
King declared that all mercenaries manning Kezmarok's walls serving
20-year debt-bonds are absolved in exchange for citizenship
and a reduced two-year term of service. The proclamation was greeted
with wild abandon in the Little Cantons quarter. No hobbits were
hurt.
A provocative new pamphlet is rocking
the excitable (and riot-prone) academic world of the Cantons. A
Brief Relation of the World-Dungeon Unitary, As it Was Delivered to
the Thinking Folk of Marlank theorizes that mirroring the
surface of the world is a vast subterranean network of dank chambers,
byzantine tunnels, tomb complexes, fiendish traps, treasure houses,
and creatures fell.
That said “dungeons” combining
those elements exist is a matter of consensus among scholars, but
this new doctrine of pandungeonism that claims that all said
murderholes are but the surface manifestations of a single
world-dungeon has already drawn the ire of the ecumenical council of
the Temple who have deemed it and its anonymous author, The Son of
Mulmak, “borderline heretical.”
The shock waves caused by the freakish
disappearance of half of Kezmarok has started to hit the Cantons,
Marlank which owes its fragile prosperity and survivability deep in
the southern Weird to its trade position with the half-ruined
metropolis has been hit hard in the last month. Indeed some of the
better bred citizens are feeling the pinch and there are rumors that
some of the most wealthy of families have been forced to sell their swanky
Tomb-Plaza facing townhouses to the deeper pocketed fixture of the
city's nightlife, Lady Szara.
Arriving on the docks of Karldeset on
the Feral Shore as immigrants:
Zim Byi, an immaculately-coiffured
“first-level specialist” with a self-evidently fake Scarlet
Sultanate name and pronounced northern drawl. He is accompanied by
two thuggish “business associates” and a chained coffle of what
he calls “temporarily embarrassed millionaires.” He offers to
sell said sad folk's indentured contracts to the colony for a fixed
price of 500 suns (3.4 years remaining on all for 21 hands “I will
throw the children in for free” he says with an oily sneer)
"some of the most wealthy of families have been forced to their swanky Tomb-Plaza facing townhouses to the deeper pocketed fixture of the city's nightlife, Lady Szara."
ReplyDeleteI think there might be a verb missing in there.