Recent content by Callarn

ur a noble? that's pretty crungo

if elves are so cool why do they keep dying to humans

Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to even close his eyes as daggers plunged his flesh and stones broke his bones. This sadic aim to not only make right, but to utterly destroy, drove the battlemage's blade deep into Sullivan's ribs. Or it would have, were it not the quick parry of the...

I'm a McFricking dumbass, but ye I thought Adjacent Views would be the aggregating thread where the attackers would muster up. Next time I'll organize the preambles myself, to help organize things and plot out. In any case, I have this micro-micro-micro campaign prepared already, and I am...

Even sneezies would be invited, you just need to be greedy or hate Vel Anir enough Ye, that's the fun part, it's at the center of every place you wouldn't want to be around. If not enough players appear on Vel Anir's side tho I'll be joining the thread as a DM instead Aife would definitely be...

an adventure otherwise titled STRIKE BACK AT THE EMPIRE You, a capable individual believed to harbor deep resentment for Vel Anir and/or a deep love for coin, were approached through magical means — or not — and given the following mission: Enter Vel Aerelos Cause as much mayhem as possible...

The envelope returned without gifts, demurely, even its wards were only tentative. ««—— To Tita in the Tower——»» You have my sincerest sympathy, and admiration for your strength. I too have been maimed, my leg is in ruins, but to live without jaw? I would rather lose use of my other leg and...

Hi, I'd like to change my name to just Callarn because nobles and noble wannabes are stinky Thank you

Giant Grasshoppers? "Not like..." he decided he didn't have enough faculties returned to argue "Nevermind." Callarn leaned on the man for support, cursing his crippled thigh that had became gaunt as if flesh had been cut from it very thinly. It almost reminded him of the spinning spit-grills so...

Callarn gave the Ser and squire a drawn glare of incredulity, tempted to believe that all that Dreadlord banter about the incompetence of Vel Anir's other forces had some truth in it. Had the thronesitter been his charge, the battlemage would not be loafing about! He decided to take this as mark...

looking for magical qt3.14 must be intermediate goddess or above and 10 feet tall

Name: Sneezies Origin: Ostensibly from under the beds of naughty children, magically attuned naturalists recognize slight necromantic corruption Threat: Very Low as individuals, High in swarms Tactics: Night ambushes Subspecies: None Size: Varies from ten inches to ten feet Distinctive...

The envelope returned warped by a different kind of magic, imbued with runes that to a skilled practitioner of the art would seem like a complex pidgin of eloquent turns of angle and stabbing strokes of the quill. It wasn't the ink or the paper that bore the wards of protection, but rather the...

A thought kept seeping through the cracks of Callarn's cranium, that these wildlings could very well be his people. His own little nomad tribe, to ride and die for after nights of clear sky and days full of the murmurs of the wind. It was more likely that he wasn't ever born to any folk, merely...

this is the most weirdly wholesome prompt i have seen, I'm game!