Monthly Archives: April 2010

There will be no HackMaster game on Saturday, 24 April 2010.

by Fletch

Eh fine, fine day.  Wayta blow off the seams of a hard week of trainin. Rue landed hisself the stone dublet, King Dumbarton ennertained us all, and Kai turnt a might-fine skink.

I hit a hard sleep and found my breeches utop the tavern chandleer.  Maydens and culls ere looking at ‘ol Fletch a bit harder todee, aie.

In the tavern one eve there was spun quite the tale
I heard, o’era  mugful of stout
Of a loosly and lovally swivable milk mayd,
Of coarse, I determint…to seek this about!

I staggrt down south and I knockt at the ‘stead,
Where a saucy ewe greeted this lout.
She purrt “Are you here for the farmer’s lush daughter?”
“Way ho!” sayt I…with a gutful of stout.

She wasted no moment, and soon we were bare,
Her fields were true verdent, no dout.
She trussed up the covey and burrowed him there,
“Gee-UP!” thought I…with a head full of stout.

Her father did find us, and pichfork held high,
He readyied to breat me a clout.
“I rekon you’re tending to marry my girl?”
“Ev corsh” sayt I…with a heart filled with stout.

So tell all your sons, and mind all your drinks,
Don’t listen for maydens to swive.
The daughters of farmers don’t stay farmers daughters,
In truth, they become…bowsy culls’ wives.

by Nyneva

This morning I woke up, as I have all week, to the faces of my acolyte companions here at the Temple of Benyar. Morning after morning we have practiced at the prayers to help bring me that extra gift from Benyar. Just one more to help heal my party, one more to bring the group health after a hard battle.

There is one incident I cannot get out of my head. We, many of us, were at Quid’s when Kaelen sniffed a bottle. IT was a magical snot producing powder. The chi.ldren in the market square were mightily pleased at the pretty coloured bubbles that his nose was producing. While this is an amusing anecdote. I must recount that it was Quid’s that was most pivotal as he led us to our benefactor, Graytar.

Benyar has blessed me again with his power, grace, and wisdom. I fear, however, that it not be long before I outgrow this Temple. My companions have caught the eye of Benyar and blessed us greatly. He has sent us a great benefactor. But the benefactor has a price. It is a price I am sure that some of us will pay with our lives. Graytar, our benefactor, has paid for all of our training. And in exchange for his patronage, we must locate the Ruby eye.

According to Graytar, this Ruby Eye was once in Graytar’s possession but it was stolen by the former prefect of Faengerie. This is now the crazy hermit in the forest. I fear that not only has it made him mad but it may have given him special protection. This is a hard price to pay, one that nobody should have to pay. Graytar feels that once the Ruby Eye is recovered his former friend will return to sanity.

This is where I must trust in my God and his two Ravens for their aid. This is where our true adventure begins.

Date:

10 April 2010 / 21 Haar’Kiev – 02 Jevar’Kiev 174

Characters (Players) in attendance:

Æruestan “Rue” Beleg (Sam) – Sylvan Elf Fighter / 1 > 2
Dumbarton Oaks (Chris) – Pixie-Fairy Magic-User / 1 > 2
Fletch (Mel – as NPC) – Human Fighter / 1 > 2
Kailan Morgause (Victoria) – Half-Elf “Art connoisseur” / 2
Liam Fishfinge-r (Adam – as NPC) – Gnome Thief / 1 > 2
Nyneva Parsay (Francine) – Half-Elf Cleric of Benyar / 1 > 2
Rolando (Paul – as NPC) – Human Fighter / 1 > 2
Sondra (Julia – as NPC) – Human Fighter / 1 > 2

Voted Most Valuable Player:

None

GM notes:

Following their escape from the Roper, the party limped back to the Keep to re-supply. A mysterious benefactor paid for some serious training, if the party would only recover a rather large gem he’s lost…

Experience Points

None awarded this session – we’ll hold them over for next time.

Next session will be Saturday the 17th at 13:00.

May all your hits be crits!

by Fletch

Now in the day, sommat my chets back in the old Home were givin grief at my studie of Old Forcuran. “What you to do with a frummy lang?” Theyed snide. “You are t’be an aventurer, oye?”

Tha maydens, I ‘formed them. Maydens want chums what got the noggin. And you throw a bit o’ dead words at em, they get a-tizzled. Haint no matter if you quote an ol’ trade ledger, whot mayden actually unnerstands the word, eh? They are all as, “You speak forien! What a quaint!” whilst their minds be twistin on how to nail your boots to the bedframe, if ya know whot I mean.

So’s I learnd it by gut, and lo! the maydens are as, “Whot you don’ speak common?” while a-figurin how to raise the price. Wenches.

Nowsabouts, I’m not keen on expanding my verbal a-cue-itty, but as a lark I used my one ogre word to pull a play on a half-ork man and his team of kobolts down in the claim. “Alice!” Whoo-dibley, that stopped the monsers quickly, and the half-ork man called for a duel with our best. Dingleberries.

Feckin’ Sondra steps up, a’course, and whilst we others are pointed to take over once she goes down, she surprised the britches from both crews by downing the half-ork man in three quick-blows. Then she runs down the slowest kobolt, and tries to gut ’em.

But more vital, them kobolds brung up a CHEST OF TREASURE. Benyar witness, it took three o’us to scoop it into our packs. And lo! A piece of scroll with Old Forcuran which I read afor King Dumbarton got to it. The gp was old, old.

And then we mine-crawled till I was kept near heaving.  Saw a wiggly-sack whot with rope arms, one grabbed me and numb me through afor I got hackt loose.

I ended up using “Alice” again on the same kobolts whot were dragging the corps of the half-ork man, mayhap to ressurect him, and my carrys so great, they watered their linen. Or leathers. I was in a hard laugh as they run off, sos I didn’t see their kit.