Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Next
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
Twitch
YouTube
Facebook (EN Publishing)
Facebook (EN World)
Twitter
Instagram
TikTok
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
The
VOIDRUNNER'S CODEX
is coming! Explore new worlds, fight oppressive empires, fend off fearsome aliens, and wield deadly psionics with this comprehensive boxed set expansion for 5E and A5E!
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour - updated 19th December
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2357487" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><strong>"Kill the halfmen, burn the mageling and bring the head of the Tyr-son to me"</strong></span></p><p></p><p>Two days passed as the four travellers moved westwards. On the eve of the first day, a light snow began to fall. Only Thalin was pleased, as he was used to such weather. Despite the cold, the companions pushed onwards as they began to pass more and more burnt shells of roadside shrines and buildings. At mid-afternoon of the second day, Torious spotted a thin curl of smoke in the distance of the snow-blanketed land and quickening their pace, the four companions trekked onwards.</p><p></p><p>After half an hour of hurried jogging, the smoke curl had become a billowing column, and the shouts of men could be heard from within a circle of trees. Dariel swooped above the white landscape and finding wheeling columns of red, told Thalin that there was a village set back from the road being overrun by knights. Thalin relayed this back to Torious, Milo and Mikka. The heroes decided that stealth was the better option, and they began to creep along the tree line to the village entrance. </p><p></p><p>Milo skulked forwards as a scout, counting on his small frame to hide him from the knights. Ahead of him, just to the side of the sloshed ice road was a man tied to a stake, his skin cracked and black from what had surely been a pyre built beneath his body. </p><p></p><p>A sudden thundering of hooves made Milo flatten himself to the ground and motioning to his companions to hide, the halfling watched as a detachment of red-robed knights trampled past and came to a halt on the road. <em>Forty at least</em>, thought Milo. Crawling forwards, the halfling tried to get within earshot of the knights talking. </p><p></p><p>Thalin held Torious down, his face pressed into the earth to stop him shouting as he squirmed to charge towards Robar.</p><p>“Shut up you fool! There are more than fifty of them, you’d just go and get killed!” hissed Thalin. Torious strained once but stopped as he heard a voice call out.</p><p></p><p>“…and you will return to Darmshall and find these four that I saw,” said Robar as he took his red helm from a nearby squire, “Kill the halfmen, burn the mageling and bring the head of the Tyr-son to me.”</p><p></p><p>The companions started at the references to themselves. Robar issued two quick commands and two knights departed back into the village. Ten knights thundered past towards Darmshall and the remainder turned and followed Robar as he headed westwards.</p><p></p><p>Letting the knights disperse and watching the two knights heading back into the village, Torious sat up and pushed Thalin off. They stared at each other for a moment, then Milo slid out of the surrounding shadows and beckoned for them to follow. Thalin broke away first and jogged after the halfling. Almost losing the slight form of Milo, Torious and Thalin stepped out of the trees and onto the road, where Milo had crept up to the staked man.</p><p></p><p>Milo looked back and said in a hurried voice, “He’s alive!”</p><p>Torious pushed past Thalin and Mikka and strode over to the burnt man. As they moved closer, the companions saw that the man was dressed in burnt cleric robes, his breathing rasped through his scalded throat. Milo and Torious immediately stepped over and helped the man down whilst Mikka and Thalin kept a look out to ensure the two knights weren’t returning.</p><p></p><p>Laying the man on the floor, Torious empowered his healing but stopped as the man cried out in pain as his burns crackled and burst. </p><p>“Curses! His wounds… they won’t heal,” said Torious as he struggled to understand why his powers wouldn’t work.</p><p></p><p>Milo crouched over the man and stared intently into his eyes. Wild with pain, the cleric looked up at the companions who had pulled him down and managed to speak in a halting, crackling voice.</p><p>“You, you must… not stay… she is there…” the man coughed violently, his face wracked in agony.</p><p>“What?" shouted Torious, "Why will your wounds not heal?”</p><p>“… no… you cannot trust her… the fire is from the abyss… cannot be healed,” wheezed the man, his body suddenly spasming. He grimaced in pain, then spluttered once before speaking his last words.</p><p>“You… you cannot trust her… the woman… that woman in red.”</p><p></p><p></p><p>To be continued in…</p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong>Ice, Luck and Honour</strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Chapter 8: Red is the Colour</span></span></strong></p><p></p><p>The heroes face a dilemma as they race to decipher the burnt cleric’s words. Attempting to rescue trapped townsfolk from a burning church, the heroes must overcome their differences as the scent of the scorched town alerts deadly predators.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2357487, member: 5507"] [COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]"Kill the halfmen, burn the mageling and bring the head of the Tyr-son to me"[/B][/COLOR] Two days passed as the four travellers moved westwards. On the eve of the first day, a light snow began to fall. Only Thalin was pleased, as he was used to such weather. Despite the cold, the companions pushed onwards as they began to pass more and more burnt shells of roadside shrines and buildings. At mid-afternoon of the second day, Torious spotted a thin curl of smoke in the distance of the snow-blanketed land and quickening their pace, the four companions trekked onwards. After half an hour of hurried jogging, the smoke curl had become a billowing column, and the shouts of men could be heard from within a circle of trees. Dariel swooped above the white landscape and finding wheeling columns of red, told Thalin that there was a village set back from the road being overrun by knights. Thalin relayed this back to Torious, Milo and Mikka. The heroes decided that stealth was the better option, and they began to creep along the tree line to the village entrance. Milo skulked forwards as a scout, counting on his small frame to hide him from the knights. Ahead of him, just to the side of the sloshed ice road was a man tied to a stake, his skin cracked and black from what had surely been a pyre built beneath his body. A sudden thundering of hooves made Milo flatten himself to the ground and motioning to his companions to hide, the halfling watched as a detachment of red-robed knights trampled past and came to a halt on the road. [I]Forty at least[/I], thought Milo. Crawling forwards, the halfling tried to get within earshot of the knights talking. Thalin held Torious down, his face pressed into the earth to stop him shouting as he squirmed to charge towards Robar. “Shut up you fool! There are more than fifty of them, you’d just go and get killed!” hissed Thalin. Torious strained once but stopped as he heard a voice call out. “…and you will return to Darmshall and find these four that I saw,” said Robar as he took his red helm from a nearby squire, “Kill the halfmen, burn the mageling and bring the head of the Tyr-son to me.” The companions started at the references to themselves. Robar issued two quick commands and two knights departed back into the village. Ten knights thundered past towards Darmshall and the remainder turned and followed Robar as he headed westwards. Letting the knights disperse and watching the two knights heading back into the village, Torious sat up and pushed Thalin off. They stared at each other for a moment, then Milo slid out of the surrounding shadows and beckoned for them to follow. Thalin broke away first and jogged after the halfling. Almost losing the slight form of Milo, Torious and Thalin stepped out of the trees and onto the road, where Milo had crept up to the staked man. Milo looked back and said in a hurried voice, “He’s alive!” Torious pushed past Thalin and Mikka and strode over to the burnt man. As they moved closer, the companions saw that the man was dressed in burnt cleric robes, his breathing rasped through his scalded throat. Milo and Torious immediately stepped over and helped the man down whilst Mikka and Thalin kept a look out to ensure the two knights weren’t returning. Laying the man on the floor, Torious empowered his healing but stopped as the man cried out in pain as his burns crackled and burst. “Curses! His wounds… they won’t heal,” said Torious as he struggled to understand why his powers wouldn’t work. Milo crouched over the man and stared intently into his eyes. Wild with pain, the cleric looked up at the companions who had pulled him down and managed to speak in a halting, crackling voice. “You, you must… not stay… she is there…” the man coughed violently, his face wracked in agony. “What?" shouted Torious, "Why will your wounds not heal?” “… no… you cannot trust her… the fire is from the abyss… cannot be healed,” wheezed the man, his body suddenly spasming. He grimaced in pain, then spluttered once before speaking his last words. “You… you cannot trust her… the woman… that woman in red.” To be continued in… [SIZE=4][B]Ice, Luck and Honour[/B][/SIZE] [B][SIZE=3][COLOR=RoyalBlue]Chapter 8: Red is the Colour[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B] The heroes face a dilemma as they race to decipher the burnt cleric’s words. Attempting to rescue trapped townsfolk from a burning church, the heroes must overcome their differences as the scent of the scorched town alerts deadly predators. [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour - updated 19th December
Top