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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old One" data-source="post: 1291681" data-attributes="member: 83">The Original Against the Shadow(s)Story Hour Pimped: Against the Shadows VII - A Faded Glory Story HourThe ORIGINAL "Against the Shadow(s)" ...not that copycat Midnight stuff <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />!  (see footnote 1 below)Story Hour Link: <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=13867" target="_blank">Against the Shadows VII - A Faded Glory Story Hour</a>Executive Summary: Enter a world where a hardy few try to keep the light of civilization burning in the face of a resurgent ancient threat, where Dark Ages ignorance mixes with Byzantine intrigue, where the crust of a once-mighty empire crumbles under the onslaught of many foes.  Faded Glory is not for the faint-of-heart, for a silver denarius has true value, death is a constant companion and magic items do not grow on trees!A Brief Passage: "The aftermath of the sordid affair was somber and sad. Lew was able to secure assistence from town and by mid-morning, in the midst of a desultory downpour, the living (Rowan and Rosë) and the dead (Marcus Tiro and Garrick) had been recovered from the mine. The children still had not been found and to add insult to injury - by nightfall - all the survivors where shaking from the alternate fever and chills of the "Rat Fever".Adding to the gloom was news that the Swords of Glynden, with half-a-dozen retainers, had met and defeated a large gnoll band - taking 10 heads. They returned to the town muddy and bloody, but triumphant. Soon they were at Nan's, buying drinks for everyone and boasting of their exploits - bloody gnoll heads lining the bar. Soon a raucuous crowd was gathered and the loss of Marcus Tiro and Garrick was forgotten by all but a few.Lew, Rowan and Rosë lay in their sick beds, shivering and trying desperately to block the noise of merriment floating in from the tavern. Father Thomas placed his quill on his writing desk, pausing his work on the eulogy for the burial service, and shook his head sadly. Two of the gate guards, pulling their cloaks tight against the wind and the rain, talked quietly about the strength and loyalty of Marcus Tiro. And over in the tavern, a human woman, large and dumpy, stood at the corner of her bar and wept silent tears for the diminutive halfling she had cared for over nine winters."What the Readers are Saying:Plus, too many kind comments from Lela, Darklone, Pillars of Hercules, MaverickWeirdo, Plane Sailing and others to count...Stop by and see what all the excitement is about...see you in Faded GloryFootnote 1: Just kidding, all you Midnight fans...Midnight is great...it is the first game book I have purchased in over a year...currently mining for ideas <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />!~ Old One</blockquote>

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