A Time to Mourn After establishing that Morr was Hektor’s god of choice, the party set out across the Field of Verena toward the Garden of Morr. Garden, Temple, Cemetery…all the terms are interchangeable when it comes to the god of death. The rain had picked back up, after the previous day’s temporary lull. Lightning struck the far side of town, near the Lord Dorian Inn. It didn’t take long for Zarkon and Hektor to realize the party was being…
The head of the watch met the party as they returned through the east gate to Stormdorf. The man had a thin, humorless face and a long-waxed moustache. A black leather eyepatch covered his right eye. His good eye had a piercing stare. He wore a black wide brimmed flat hat set at a rakish angle, and he wore a breastplate over black jerkin. His jerkin and his close-fitting hose were both fashionably slashed. His left arm ended in a…
To The Farm! Something was burning in the distance. Thunder crashed, and lightning struck the temple of Sigmar behind the party. The tracks toward the farm were deep mud. There was no way Kraft could get her cart out to the farm. She stayed behind while the others went to investigate. Rain continued to pour off their wide-brimmed hats and well-used ponchos. It seemed the rain hadn’t stopped this farm from burning to the ground. Every building had been set…
Finishing Grunwald Lodge First thing in the morning on the night after the events at Grunwald Lodge, Lord Aschaffenberg sends for reinforcements. Until they arrive, everyone else is overworked with guard duties and stepping up to cover the duties of the dead. The characters pretty much have run of the place. Nim was interested in searching the doctor’s quarters, but they were locked. Luckily, he had a new friend who could help him out. Hektor picked the lock, and they…