Welcome to the Ironworks. Here lives my ever-growing collection of fiction, set in the 41st Millenium.
All in Dungeons and Dragons
…Turi found himself slowly succumbing to their petrifying vapors. As his feet and legs turned to stone the Dwarf reached for a javelin to toss, but was fully petrified before the throw could be made. Fargrim had similarly rushed to join the battle, and while he managed to avoid being turned to stone, found himself battered and struck down by a sickening ray of some kind, summoned by one of Dagoth’s spell scrolls…
Having made good use of their first free morning in Redharbor, the companions make their way back to the Fool’s Flagon to reconvene with the Deep Gnomes and plan their journey to the caverns beneath the city - caverns that may lead to the Underdark.
‘…Not only was this their first new day in the Capital, but it was the first day in quite some time which saw them awaken in relative safety, without fear of pursuit or siege.’
…Upon re-entering the floor of the Fool’s Flagon, the party was greeted by the scent of pipe-smoke, ale, and other stronger spirits. The place had filled up even in the twenty minutes since they’d first walked through, but the party was quick to note that there were still seats available at the bar…
A map of the region of Kyranac - the land in which our campaign is set.
…They found the keep easily enough, and were confronted by two well equipped guards. One stepped forward, and introduced himself as Waltrom, a captain of the King’s Guard. Draped as he and his younger (and rounder) compatriot were in deep blue cloaks slung over their scale-mail armor, and wielding finely crafted long swords, the King’s Guard certainly looked the part.
‘…A brisk pace was set by the party as they took their leave of the Battersea Inn. Gideon, their newest ally, had broken the news to them that neither he nor his crew would be accompanying them to the Capital. The revelation that an old book, the Butcher of the Stars, had been tampered with was distressing enough to the jaded Dragonborn that he had resolved to return to Canibri in search of answers.’
“ ‘The night isn’t safe, not anymore. That’s what they say. It hasn’t been this way in years - long years. But they come to town, and tell of sounds coming from the forest. Sounds that no creature from this earth was ever born to call.’ “
