It is early spring in the valley of Imladris, and a group of traders has just left, heading south to Gondor, when a message comes to the young mage Luorien to attend the library as soon as possible. Something is up!
Coming back to RPGs after many years away, I’m relearning just how difficult it is to run a game for a small party of low level characters, and having to scale down encounters so as not to make it impossible to progress.
Giggles-at-Miscreants staggered across the marsh. She was half starved, not having eaten in days, and parched regardless of the marsh-water lying stagnant for miles in every direction. She dare not stop however, the sounds of dogs kand worse) in the distance, ever louder, always pursuing. Always one step behind…
So I have this idea… not all that new but bear with me. In the Fallout world, and the current franchise is in the past. It doesn’t matter how FO4 ended really, except the Institute survived – perhaps the Sole Survivor sided with them, or perhaps the one under CIT (Yeah I know it’s obviously …
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Day 3: My scanners have detected what seems to be a settlement of some kind. I’m going in, not much choice, if I don’t land soon then I’ll be stuck. It’s not far, and I should be able to land close. It’s the 3rd moon of the only planet in system.
Lt. Fergie Lance sat in the bar, nursing her beer. It wasn’t a bad brew, to be sure, but it just went to highlight how badly the rest of her day had gone. Another ship lost, another fine from the Federation Navy. “If only they’d let me visit the engineers” she thought, “it might have …
Continue reading The NPCs – Part 1 – Fergie
Commander’s Log: 3303-02-27, Azrael
Commander’s Log: 3303-02-24, Eagle Sector IR-W d1-117, 7,018.72 ly from Sol.