Recent content by Lord Blackwell

Lord Blackwell smiled and shook up and down in his bar stool, being partially manhandled by the minotaur and having a great time with it. "Pleased to meet you, Trovik. I hope to be working with you soon." The old noble made his way further down the bar to the captain and his friend, drink...

Trovik Half-horn The old noble realized he might be staring when the young girl tugged on the sleeve of the minotaur, causing the larger of the two (by far) to look up at him. His eyes widened with a touch of surprise before looking off to the side in a rare moment of shame. He was really...

Fritz Erlain The noble inhaled, getting ready to regale the story of the Krakarl's nigh fatal assault on his precious ship. He listened to the boy ramble, and was thoroughly reminded of himself on occasion. He thought about the Wilds, a goal mentioned in most Blackwell published books. It's...

Fritz Erlain The old explorer huffed at the mention of nobility. It was a subject he was well familiar with, and perhaps for the wrong reasons. "Thank you, young Fritz. It's that exact reason why we're shunned by most other noble families in Alliria, if not Arethil as a whole. The entire...

Johnathan cocked an eyebrow. Someone hearing of him outside of a military position was unprecedented. Nonetheless, if his mentor trusted the boy, the worst couldn't be that bad. Lord Blackwell flipped his machete so that the hilt faced the blacksmith. "Very well, young Fritz, I trust the repair...

An old gentleman awakes in a boat, pith helmet covering his eyes. Uncovering it, he notices the stillness of the ship, and the noise of purring and shouting alike outside. He sits up, looks about, and properly realizes his situation with an exclamation, "Bumbling Blackwells, I'm late!" It was...

The old noble stopped at the stand, deeply inhaled the contents of his pipe, and exhaled them upwards into the market air. After a 2 week travel from the portal stone, Lord Johnathan Blackwell III had a day of rest and decided to roam the city. The cacophony of the marketplace was almost...

The door to the tavern swings open, mostly unnoticed. A few noticed the man who walks in for a second, he wasn't hard to see after all, but most simply rose an eyebrow at the smile he wore before turning back to their drink and conversation. Near instatnly, the man bought a drink, sat down at...

A sigh escaped Blackwell's mouth, taking smoke from his pipe with it, solving a murder conducted by an obvious professional was beyond his capabilities, especially with the state he was in. He shook his head and figured he should head in for the night. "Right then, I suppose I'll turn in. Not...

The old explorer's eyes shifted across the desert, he had learned to expect an ambush at any moment. He forgot how unsettling the desert could seem at times, and just how empty. Sometimes he thought he saw the sands shifting, but it was always a trick of the mind. No animal, much less one large...

Blackwell looked disturbed by the notion that there was a murderer in the caravan, or one in the area at least. His thinking was a bit skewed in his drunken state, and everything seemed fuzzy. "We're they robbed as well, or was there some other motivation?" He would normally be excited at the...

Lord Blackwell coughed on his cigar smoke when Sammael made his joke, and laughed heartily when all of the smoke and most of the air had escaped his lungs. He recovered from the coughing fit only to hear a scream moments later. He took a hasty gulp of wine before stumbling after the others, his...