Here is part three of the text-only version of The Adventures of Calan Stonebridge.
Calan Stonebridge could not remember a time when he had been more sore. He had spent the last few hours huddled under a foul smelling tarp in the back of a stolen grave diggers wagon. The rough planks of the floor of the wagon had dug into his flesh and the hard ride had given him bruises he was sure would never heal. The roads outside of Riverhewn had been hard packed due to a lack of rain and he
Updated 10-30-2012 at 03:44 PM by jtougas
Here is part two of the text-only version of The Adventures of Calan Stonebridge
Calan Stonebridge ran up the stairs and out of the horrifying basement as fast as his legs would carry him. He found a door pulled it open and ran outside. He could hear the sound of footsteps and yelling behind him he ducked behind some crates and tried to sit very still. "What do you mean you didn't leave the bolt off?!" Calan heard the rough male voice ask someone. "I mean I didn't leave
Updated 10-30-2012 at 03:45 PM by jtougas
Here is part one of the text-only version of The Adventures of Calan Stonebridge as written to this point. Enjoy
Calan Stonebridge was very aware of the type of tavern the "Stabbed Soldier" was. Although he was only 13 years old, he had lived in Riverhewn long enough to know that the tavern was the meeting place for many of the cities seedier citizens. He hated living in the city. Especially in the area known as the "Common Ward" it was the poorest area of the
Sometimes this place can be a bit... intimidating. There are so many talented people making so many nice maps that sometimes it can be a bit frighting. I'm fairly secure in my belief in my own talent when it comes to encounter map making and story telling and in a less secure way my large scale map making skills. One area that I had NO confidence in was my ability to create objects. You know, the little details that make an encounter map. Barrels and crates and horses and things like that. There
Updated 10-30-2012 at 03:46 PM by jtougas
Rog Nenshen sat at the end of the bar at the Grinning Goblin Tavern holding a tall mug of dark Riverhewn Ale. This was his customary position on most nights as it allowed him to tell and hear stories to and from the adventurers that frequented his tavern. Tonight was no exception. There was a small crowd in front of Rog now all eagerly listening to the taverner's story." Now believe me or don't that's ye's choice but I can tell ye I was there and saw with my own eyes the horror of it all."
Updated 10-30-2012 at 03:47 PM by jtougas