In Hackmaster you don't start out as heroes but if you survive long enough you just might end up as one. New
DM, running the Frandors Keep for Hackmaster 5e. I am learning as I go
and will probably subject you to all sorts of horrors while I do :-) Looking
for steady players who will participate, without too much meta and
don't mind dying since you very well might. Teamwork a must. No camera
needed, mic and push to talk needed, either skype or ts3 for voice. If interested PM me or post below please. Thanks. We had our first session on 10/03/14. It was chaotic but fun. The adventurers faced down a pack of wolves looking for an easy meal, a kobald trap filled with deadly Rabbions (half rabbit, half scorpions), and finally defeated the Ivory Horns gang and recovered poor Belipar's lead pigments. Now they are waiting in Vew for the roads to be clear before heading to Frandor's Keep, do you have the courage and spirit to join them? ============================================= The mugs of
ale clunked down on the table as the waitress hurried away. "Drinks on the house... well this time anyway, for the
local hero's" Brody said as the waitress passed him. "An don't think
I fergot about you Jinder, here's your apple cider", as he handed over a
mug he himself carried. "Those
dratted dog fellas been plaugin our road to Saben for weeks now... oh you can't
kill em all off they breed like flies, but you put a hefty chunk in their
numbers and killed their leader. It'll take em weeks or maybe even months to
regroup under a new alpha." "So I
just wanted to say thanks for the whole town, and also to deliver this. The
widow Halvern out by the lake has had trouble getting some of her supplies
lately because of them dog fellers so she was mighty glad when she spied you
takin care of em"
"Spied
us?" asked Vanamir, "her cottage must have been 2 miles away."
"Yessir
probly was about that, but she keeps an old sailors spyglass up there on that
hill of hers and she can see for miles around, even people passing by on the
road t'the west of her. She sends you this sirs..." as he places a
small pouch on the table with 12 silver pieces in it. Jinder
leans forward to get his apple cider and while doing so surreptitiously swipes
the pouch into his hand. He empties it
out and each of the surviving 4 takes 3 silvers.
"When
you lot get to the Keep, you look up my old mate Darg Turkurz, he runs the 'Prancin Pony'
inn now. You look him up if you need a place to stay 'cause he also runs the
flophouses for rent there for the crown on account of him being an old soldier.
Me and him used to run together as adventurers when we was youngin's, before he
joined the guard so you mention my name and he might give you a little discount
on sumtin yer need. "
"No offense
friend but why would you give up a life of adventure, the outdoors and travel
for the life of an innkeeper, it seems it would get stale quickly?", asked Ciang.
"Well it was
a bit of an adjustment, considerin all the trouble me and him used to get in when we were
younger, but the advantages of being able to sleep without worrying whose gonna
stab you in it are kinda nice. Still it was fun, and we made a good living at
it until one day I took an arrow..."
"To the
knee", interrupts Kulgoth, with a smirk.
"Well no it
was to me head actually", and he lifts aside the hair, long and greasy
that hangs down from his right side, to reveal a deep indentation along the
side of his head where no hair will grow. "But I do wonder... why is it
whenever I start to tell this story someone always butts in and says 'to the knee',
I just don't get it why would anyone ever aim at someone's knee when their
torso be such a bigger target?" He notices you
glancing at each other and says "Must be a generational kinda thing. You
look ole Darg up when you get there an tell him Brody from the old days says
'hullo' and that you're good people", and with that he walks away. Jinder raises his
glass and offers a toast to the future, "Tomorrow we leave for Frander's
Keep... and fame and riches!"
"And
Knowledge!" chimes in Vanimar clinking his mug in.
"And GLORY!"
growls Kulgoth slamming his mug into the circle.
"... and the
Hunt, always the Hunt" added Ciang, as he drained his mug..