Pan-Dungeonism, War-Bears on the War-Path and the Odious Uplands

I'm rather enjoying my real world news mixing with my fantasy world news (you can judge which is which) so expect this to be a semi-regular post here on the blog.

In things Hydra Cooperative related, Operation Unfathomable's Kickstarter has been launched and is trucking along. The first stretch goal is hit which means the Odious Uplands, an entire already-written book-length wilderness supplement is a go. Strange Stars OSR is at the proofing stage and I continue to attempt to push through that last bit of writing of What Ho, Frog Demons (the fourth and last of the Dunes series).

And Now the News of the Hill Cantons...

The fact-finding mission of self-styled Son of Mulmak, advocate of pan-dungeonism, is rumored to have met fierce resistance in the upper levels of the Mountain Hall of the Hyperboreans. An anonymous source in the Guild of Condotierre, Linkboys and Stevedores says that the party ran into unexpected new residents calling themselves the Servants of the Antagonist, Ha-Vul the Great Restocker.

The seemingly interminable election of the new Overking drags on with the 27 lord-electors continuing to bicker and maneuver and the powerless majority to debate and riot. A crowd of bystanders in Marlinko's Tomb-Plaza rescued a local Worker of Wood member who attempted to gouge out his eyes with an auger while simultaneously hanging himself on a self-made gibbet. The man was heard screaming repeatedly “please Sun Lord, just make it stop!”, an apparent reference to the length of the campaign season.

For the first time since the Green Rye Uprising, Medved, hirsute divine Master of the Dunes, has called the muster for all leveled war-bears. Under pretext of rough behavior, Pinc the Petulant, despicable petty tyrant of the pocket kingdom of Pohansko, has imprisoned a score of war-bears in his foulest dungeons allegedly to avoid paying back wages. Hosts of bearlings have been seen marching east and south through Marlinko Canton mustard banner unfurled with a new ballad on their hairy lips.

In the gaol cell I sit,

Thinking glaive-guisarme, of you,

And our bright slumbering home so far away,

And the tears drip my snout

'Spite of all that I can do,

Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and grunt hurray.

Brump! Brump! Brump!

The war-bears are mar-chin'

Cheer up cubs here we come!

And beneath the starry paw

We shall smell the blessed honey again

In the free dunes of Medved's sandy home.

In the battle's van we stood

When their horsey charge they made

And they swept us off

A hundred bearlings or more

But before they reached our phalanx

They were beaten back, dismayed

And we heard the roar of victory o'er and o'er

Brump! Brump! Brump!

The war-bears are mar-chin'

Cheer up cubs here we come!

And beneath the starry paw

We shall smell the blessed honey again

In the free dunes of Medved's sandy home.