It’s Time….

It’s Time…. The General lay in his bed, the breeze from the open window rustling the silk canopies. His breathing was labored, and skin shone with sweat. He had taken his search to the depths of hell and beyond and faced off against countless fell beings along the way. He’d consumed foul magical elixirs to give him the strength to tear asunder the Abyss and bring back that which he had lost. He failed. In the end, it was the dark magics and elixirs that finally pushed his mortal body past all limits, leaving him broken and chained to his bed as an invalid, his son and castellan carefully concealing his weakness to the others – but it didn’t matter any longer. “What do I leave behind?” he asked, his voice being the only part of him that still...

Kenyons Journal…… The Last Rose.

As you are exploring the Northwoods of Britannia, you come to a clearing and in the clearing you can see houses and mighty towers now covered in ivy and overgrown weeds. Where the green grass once grew is now stained in blood and rotting corpses from previous battles. You walk along a path till you come to a tower and you look up at the sign hanging by one hinge, it reads The Black Rose Society. You walk up the cobble stone steps to a pair of sturdy iron doors, they squeak a little as you open them. Inside is dark and cold except for a flickering candlelight coming from a corner in the main hall. You notice a figure sitting at a table, the figure looks up at you then motions you closer to the table. As you get closer you see a man with long blonde hair with blue...

Kenyons Journal….. A Trial and a Charge.

Traitor a word no man wants to hear spoken about himself and Nocturne has spread such a rumor that I have to go to the old mans office. I waited out side the Generals office for what seems like hours and was finally let in, I stood at attention and snapped a crisp salute. The General returned the salute and then began to explain that Nocturne has pressed charges against me for treason and cowardice and that I am confined to the tower and its grounds till a formal court martial is held. I was also instructed to report to Field Marshal Sandavol for he will represent me in the trial. No one talked to me except for Lothar and Doc Chronus and I stayed away from Nocturne so I would not rip his head off before the trial. Sandavol was very optimistic about it all and...

Kenyons Journal……….. Changes and Beauty continued.

The world was changing quickly the trees lost their leaves and began to die the grass turned brown and weeds grew up in its place, it seems Sosaria is dying. The cities of Britannia are under siege and being over run with horrid beasts and pestilence. In Northwood the conditions were the same and getting worse by the day the orcs and undead hordes continued their attacks and it seemed all would be lost in a matter of months. The Shadunes hired us to help protect their lands a bit south of our tower from the raids but I only see one Shadune whom I became friends with a Torinor Zeguire, he is a good man to have at ones side during a fight. Torinor and I defending Northwoods together valiantly against great odds and yet to no avail Sosaria and Northwood were doomed...

Kenyons Journals………… changes and beauty

The winds whispered of changes in Northwood , it grew colder and darker and the orc and undead raids have grew as well, they came almost everyday . Lothar a Society mage told me that a great change is about to take place in the world and that we should brace ourselfs for it. I had no idea what he was talking about then. A runner burst through the tower doors “ here they come again!” he exclaimed.Everyone braced themselves and I was put in front of the doors with Nocturne to my left , we held up huge heater shields in front of us so we could push the invaders out of the tower and in my other hand a broadsword which I used to hack away at whom ever was in front of me .Archers were behind us and the mages behind them at the bar which was across from the doors...

Kenyons Journal ……The Begining.

I should have started this along time ago but I was always busy or had something more exciting to do . I was a young lad in the streets of Britian living off of what I can find or steal .The streets were always a rough place and the city guards had trouble keeping the rat men and lizard men out of the city . One day near the bank I seen a man carrying what seemed to be a very heavy coin pouch . He was an older man with some greying hair wearing a black wizards hat and a black cloak as well . I waited for the right moment to make my move and sprang into action , as I grabbed the pouch the man turned and stared straight into my eyes “ You aren`t going to do what I think you are ? are you lad ? “ the man said with a bit of sarcasim . I looked up at the man and...

A visit

A Visit Posted By Knight of House Turon Kenyon McBain On 3/8/2003 1:12:00 AM. Views: 30 The Black Rose Society and The Duchy of Stormstone Sound – Member’s Forum ——————————————————————————– A Visit Posted By Knight of House Turon Kenyon McBain On 3/7/2003 5:04:00 PM. Views: 12 As Kenyon lay in the Societies infirmery he can not remeber how he got here last thing he could remeber was being caught in the beasts jaws and the pain .The infirmery was dark except for one wall lantern across the room was lit , the shadows seemed to be moveing and he heard faint whispers comeing from them aswell. He...

Fool!

“You tell Master Farthingsworth,” said the Duke behind his desk, pointing his quill menacingly at the distraught page before him, “that eighty-thousand gold crowns is highway robbery, all I’m asking him to do is fix a bloody door. You tell him that.” The page nodded nervously, though visibly relieved that the fifteen minute tirade concerning the downfall of an “Honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay” and the decidedly dubious heredity of the Duchy’s chief stonemason was nearly at and end. He let out a squawk, however, when the door to the office burst open and a wizened figure stormed in with a flurry of violet robes. “OUT!” the figure (who seemed to the page to be at least eight feet tall and breathing fire) roared, and out the page...

The Line Departs

“You summoned me, Captain?” said the wizened old librarian from the door to her rooms in the city barracks. She looked up from the desk she had been resting her head on, eyes red and cheeks wet with tears. “Do you know what’s going on out there?” she asked quietly. “Mmm…seems a few of your men are a touch disgruntled,” he replied, his small but smooth voice soothing her as it had nearly every day since the company had arrived in Trinsic. He shuffled across the room smoothly, his slippers and robe making whispering sounds against the stone floor. Once or twice a month she made a habit of asking him about his upbringing, if he had ever served a noble – perhaps as a castellan or bard, and each and every time the man managed to deflect her...

Signal Fires

The arch-demon Agjax, perched expectantly upon his throne of bone deep within the bowels of the earth, clucked his forked tongue vexedly. He had known that the man-child was coming, it was the only next logical step in the mortal’s blazing trail through the demonic warlords and thanes of the underworld. Admittedly, he had looked forward to the man’s arrival, to his chance to end the destruction and all the future opportunities for gloating it would allow him in the unholy courts. Agjax’s vexation was directed at the entrance to his small cavern, from which came the sounds of quite a tussle. He secretly hoped the extra imps and warriors he had placed before the giant double doors weren’t up to the challenge. He had never met this particular man-child in...