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For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-07-01T23:55:39Z

Greg 1:

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'''For the Love of Treasure'''

A group of adventurers band together…for the love of treasure!

The large and prosperous trading town of Titan’s Fork stands at a fork in the swift-flowing Great-Barrier River. Flowing west from the Giantholm Mountains, the river splits into the Gracewater, running south-east to the feudal kingdoms of the Pennant Fields, and the River Forestgard, running north-east to the great port city of Hermetica and the ocean. The cold Great Barrier River marks the boundary of civilization. Beyond it, the forests stretch away as far as the eye can see. The forest itself is too full of monsters to be of any use, even to woodcutters, and sailors and fisherfolk are careful never to land on that side of the river.

The Serpent’s Head Tavern has long been a favorite haunt of mercenaries and sell-swords, in town to find work guarding the trade ships, or resting and healing between adventures.

The bottom floor is mostly taken up by a large open room with a high ceiling and a massive open firepit, on which roasts a whole ox on a spit. The air is a babble of loud talk, boasting and laughter, as adventurers swap tall stories and plot their next moves. The air is warm and filled with the scent of roasting meats and strong spices. Mounted in pride of place on the wall opposite the door is the stuffed head of a great green reptile, three feet long, with glittering eyes of red glass. Other mounted heads include a bear, a wolf, and what looks to be an antlered deer with rows of six-inch fangs, the mouth open and ready to bite.

By the bar stands a colorfully dressed minstrel with a lyre, singing a spirited ballad about a knight questing to slay a monstrous fish who swallowed his true love. The chorus goes, “O wicked fish! O slime-grown fish! O fish of foulest fame!...” Two muscular dwarves at the bar are locked motionless in an arm-wrestling match, their braided beards slowly soaking up spilled ale from the table. A small group gather around a table, cards in hand. The stacked silvers make clear that gambling is in progress. At a table by himself, a huge, muscled man, clad in a bearskin around his waist and covered in bright tattoos, studies the crowd, scowling. Standing on the bar, a diminutive man, six inches high, is on his hands and knees, puking his little guts out.

'''Characters'''

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Gregg Dannelley, Human Knight]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Ernald Ernald, Wood-Elf Scout]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Minou Minou, Catfolk Swashbuckler]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Ruiz Ruiz De Santiago, Catfolk Barbarian]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Ugog Ugog, Half-Ogre Knight]

A Handful of Dollars/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:47:22Z

Greg 1:

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The year is 1884.

It’s been three years since the Clancy gang shot the sheriff of Dry Run, Arizona, and took over the town. Three years of brutality, abuse, murder. Now the townsfolk have pooled what’s left of their savings to bring in some hired guns to clean up the town.

Strap on your guns. It's time to live or die...for a handful of dollars!

'''Characters'''

A Handful of Dollars/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:46:17Z

Greg 1:

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It’s been three years since the Clancy gang shot the sheriff of Dry Run, Arizona, and took over the town. Three years of brutality, abuse, murder. Now the townsfolk have pooled what’s left of their savings to bring in some hired guns to clean up the town.

Strap on your guns. It's time to live or die...for a handful of dollars!

'''Characters'''

A Handful of Dollars/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:44:44Z

Greg 1:

[[File:OK-Corral sm.jpg]]

It’s been three years since the Clancy gang shot the sheriff of Dry Run, Arizona, and took over the town. Three years of brutality, abuse, murder. Now the townsfolk have pooled what’s left of their savings to bring in some hired guns to clean up the town.

Strap on your guns. It's time to live or die...for a handful of dollars!

'''Characters'''

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2019-06-12T22:43:55Z

Greg 1:

A Handful of Dollars/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:39:48Z

Greg 1:

It’s been three years since the Clancy gang shot the sheriff of Dry Run, Arizona, and took over the town. Three years of brutality, abuse, murder. Now the townsfolk have pooled what’s left of their savings to bring in some hired guns to clean up the town.

Strap on your guns. It's time to live or die...for a handful of dollars!

'''Characters'''

A Handful of Dollars/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:39:27Z

Greg 1: Created page with " It’s been three years since the Clancy gang shot the sheriff of Dry Run, Arizona, and took over the town. Three years of brutality, abuse, murder. Now the townsfolk have po..."

It’s been three years since the Clancy gang shot the sheriff of Dry Run, Arizona, and took over the town. Three years of brutality, abuse, murder. Now the townsfolk have pooled what’s left of their savings to bring in some hired guns to clean up the town.

It's time to live or die...for a handful of dollars!

'''Characters'''

For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:30:48Z

Greg 1:

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'''For the Love of Treasure'''

A group of adventurers band together…for the love of treasure!

The large and prosperous trading town of Titan’s Fork stands at a fork in the swift-flowing Great-Barrier River. Flowing west from the Giantholm Mountains, the river splits into the Gracewater, running south-east to the feudal kingdoms of the Pennant Fields, and the River Forestgard, running north-east to the great port city of Hermetica and the ocean. The cold Great Barrier River marks the boundary of civilization. Beyond it, the forests stretch away as far as the eye can see. The forest itself is too full of monsters to be of any use, even to woodcutters, and sailors and fisherfolk are careful never to land on that side of the river.

The Serpent’s Head Tavern has long been a favorite haunt of mercenaries and sell-swords, in town to find work guarding the trade ships, or resting and healing between adventures.

The bottom floor is mostly taken up by a large open room with a high ceiling and a massive open firepit, on which roasts a whole ox on a spit. The air is a babble of loud talk, boasting and laughter, as adventurers swap tall stories and plot their next moves. The air is warm and filled with the scent of roasting meats and strong spices. Mounted in pride of place on the wall opposite the door is the stuffed head of a great green reptile, three feet long, with glittering eyes of red glass. Other mounted heads include a bear, a wolf, and what looks to be an antlered deer with rows of six-inch fangs, the mouth open and ready to bite.

By the bar stands a colorfully dressed minstrel with a lyre, singing a spirited ballad about a knight questing to slay a monstrous fish who swallowed his true love. The chorus goes, “O wicked fish! O slime-grown fish! O fish of foulest fame!...” Two muscular dwarves at the bar are locked motionless in an arm-wrestling match, their braided beards slowly soaking up spilled ale from the table. A small group gather around a table, cards in hand. The stacked silvers make clear that gambling is in progress. At a table by himself, a huge, muscled man, clad in a bearskin around his waist and covered in bright tattoos, studies the crowd, scowling. Standing on the bar, a diminutive man, six inches high, is on his hands and knees, puking his little guts out.

'''Characters'''

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Ernald Ernald, Wood-Elf Scout]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Ugog Ugog, Half-Ogre Knight]

For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:30:25Z

Greg 1:

[[File:56547db8b1b6bec5accd3f1b81209e4a.jpg|600px|thumb|left|]]

'''For the Love of Treasure'''

A group of adventurers band together…for the love of treasure!

The large and prosperous trading town of Titan’s Fork stands at a fork in the swift-flowing Great-Barrier River. Flowing west from the Giantholm Mountains, the river splits into the Gracewater, running south-east to the feudal kingdoms of the Pennant Fields, and the River Forestgard, running north-east to the great port city of Hermetica and the ocean. The cold Great Barrier River marks the boundary of civilization. Beyond it, the forests stretch away as far as the eye can see. The forest itself is too full of monsters to be of any use, even to woodcutters, and sailors and fisherfolk are careful never to land on that side of the river.

The Serpent’s Head Tavern has long been a favorite haunt of mercenaries and sell-swords, in town to find work guarding the trade ships, or resting and healing between adventures.

The bottom floor is mostly taken up by a large open room with a high ceiling and a massive open firepit, on which roasts a whole ox on a spit. The air is a babble of loud talk, boasting and laughter, as adventurers swap tall stories and plot their next moves. The air is warm and filled with the scent of roasting meats and strong spices. Mounted in pride of place on the wall opposite the door is the stuffed head of a great green reptile, three feet long, with glittering eyes of red glass. Other mounted heads include a bear, a wolf, and what looks to be an antlered deer with rows of six-inch fangs, the mouth open and ready to bite.

By the bar stands a colorfully dressed minstrel with a lyre, singing a spirited ballad about a knight questing to slay a monstrous fish who swallowed his true love. The chorus goes, “O wicked fish! O slime-grown fish! O fish of foulest fame!...” Two muscular dwarves at the bar are locked motionless in an arm-wrestling match, their braided beards slowly soaking up spilled ale from the table. A small group gather around a table, cards in hand. The stacked silvers make clear that gambling is in progress. At a table by himself, a huge, muscled man, clad in a bearskin around his waist and covered in bright tattoos, studies the crowd, scowling. Standing on the bar, a diminutive man, six inches high, is on his hands and knees, puking his little guts out.

'''Characters'''

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Ernald Ernald, Wood-Elf Scout]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/For_the_Love_of_Treasure/Ugog Ugog, Half-Ogre Knight]

For the Love of Treasure/Ernald

2019-06-12T22:28:02Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ernald

2019-06-12T22:27:44Z

Greg 1:

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2019-06-12T22:27:10Z

Greg 1:

For the Love of Treasure/Ernald

2019-06-12T22:23:20Z

Greg 1:

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2019-06-12T22:23:00Z

Greg 1:

For the Love of Treasure/Ernald

2019-06-12T22:22:29Z

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2019-06-12T22:21:25Z

Greg 1:

For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-12T22:08:35Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:08:14Z

Greg 1:

For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:04:38Z

Greg 1:

For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:01:07Z

Greg 1:

For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:00:46Z

Greg 1:

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'''For the Love of Treasure'''

A group of adventurers band together…for the love of treasure!

The large and prosperous trading town of Titan’s Fork stands at a fork in the swift-flowing Great-Barrier River. Flowing west from the Giantholm Mountains, the river splits into the Gracewater, running south-east to the feudal kingdoms of the Pennant Fields, and the River Forestgard, running north-east to the great port city of Hermetica and the ocean. The cold Great Barrier River marks the boundary of civilization. Beyond it, the forests stretch away as far as the eye can see. The forest itself is too full of monsters to be of any use, even to woodcutters, and sailors and fisherfolk are careful never to land on that side of the river.

The Serpent’s Head Tavern has long been a favorite haunt of mercenaries and sell-swords, in town to find work guarding the trade ships, or resting and healing between adventures.

The bottom floor is mostly taken up by a large open room with a high ceiling and a massive open firepit, on which roasts a whole ox on a spit. The air is a babble of loud talk, boasting and laughter, as adventurers swap tall stories and plot their next moves. The air is warm and filled with the scent of roasting meats and strong spices. Mounted in pride of place on the wall opposite the door is the stuffed head of a great green reptile, three feet long, with glittering eyes of red glass. Other mounted heads include a bear, a wolf, and what looks to be an antlered deer with rows of six-inch fangs, the mouth open and ready to bite.

By the bar stands a colorfully dressed minstrel with a lyre, singing a spirited ballad about a knight questing to slay a monstrous fish who swallowed his true love. The chorus goes, “O wicked fish! O slime-grown fish! O fish of foulest fame!...” Two muscular dwarves at the bar are locked motionless in an arm-wrestling match, their braided beards slowly soaking up spilled ale from the table. A small group gather around a table, cards in hand. The stacked silvers make clear that gambling is in progress. At a table by himself, a huge, muscled man, clad in a bearskin around his waist and covered in bright tattoos, studies the crowd, scowling. Standing on the bar, a diminutive man, six inches high, is on his hands and knees, puking his little guts out.

For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-12T22:00:14Z

Greg 1:

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'''For the Love of Treasure'''

A group of adventurers band together…for the love of treasure!

The large and prosperous trading town of Titan’s Fork stands at a fork in the swift-flowing Great-Barrier River. Flowing west from the Giantholm Mountains, the river splits into the Gracewater, running south-east to the feudal kingdoms of the Pennant Fields, and the River Forestgard, running north-east to the great port city of Hermetica and the ocean. The cold Great Barrier River marks the boundary of civilization. Beyond it, the forests stretch away as far as the eye can see. The forest itself is too full of monsters to be of any use, even to woodcutters, and sailors and fisherfolk are careful never to land on that side of the river.

The Serpent’s Head Tavern has long been a favorite haunt of mercenaries and sell-swords, in town to find work guarding the trade ships, or resting and healing between adventures.

The bottom floor is mostly taken up by a large open room with a high ceiling and a massive open firepit, on which roasts a whole ox on a spit. The air is a babble of loud talk, boasting and laughter, as adventurers swap tall stories and plot their next moves. The air is warm and filled with the scent of roasting meats and strong spices. Mounted in pride of place on the wall opposite the door is the stuffed head of a great green reptile, three feet long, with glittering eyes of red glass. Other mounted heads include a bear, a wolf, and what looks to be an antlered deer with rows of six-inch fangs, the mouth open and ready to bite.

By the bar stands a colorfully dressed minstrel with a lyre, singing a spirited ballad about a knight questing to slay a monstrous fish who swallowed his true love. The chorus goes, “O wicked fish! O slime-grown fish! O fish of foulest fame!...” Two muscular dwarves at the bar are locked motionless in an arm-wrestling match, their braided beards slowly soaking up spilled ale from the table. A small group gather around a table, cards in hand. The stacked silvers make clear that gambling is in progress. At a table by himself, a huge, muscled man, clad in a bearskin around his waist and covered in bright tattoos, studies the crowd, scowling. Standing on the bar, a diminutive man, six inches high, is on his hands and knees, puking his little guts out.

For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-12T21:59:52Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure

A group of adventurers band together…for the love of treasure!

The large and prosperous trading town of Titan’s Fork stands at a fork in the swift-flowing Great-Barrier River. Flowing west from the Giantholm Mountains, the river splits into the Gracewater, running south-east to the feudal kingdoms of the Pennant Fields, and the River Forestgard, running north-east to the great port city of Hermetica and the ocean. The cold Great Barrier River marks the boundary of civilization. Beyond it, the forests stretch away as far as the eye can see. The forest itself is too full of monsters to be of any use, even to woodcutters, and sailors and fisherfolk are careful never to land on that side of the river.

The Serpent’s Head Tavern has long been a favorite haunt of mercenaries and sell-swords, in town to find work guarding the trade ships, or resting and healing between adventures.

The bottom floor is mostly taken up by a large open room with a high ceiling and a massive open firepit, on which roasts a whole ox on a spit. The air is a babble of loud talk, boasting and laughter, as adventurers swap tall stories and plot their next moves. The air is warm and filled with the scent of roasting meats and strong spices. Mounted in pride of place on the wall opposite the door is the stuffed head of a great green reptile, three feet long, with glittering eyes of red glass. Other mounted heads include a bear, a wolf, and what looks to be an antlered deer with rows of six-inch fangs, the mouth open and ready to bite.

By the bar stands a colorfully dressed minstrel with a lyre, singing a spirited ballad about a knight questing to slay a monstrous fish who swallowed his true love. The chorus goes, “O wicked fish! O slime-grown fish! O fish of foulest fame!...” Two muscular dwarves at the bar are locked motionless in an arm-wrestling match, their braided beards slowly soaking up spilled ale from the table. A small group gather around a table, cards in hand. The stacked silvers make clear that gambling is in progress. At a table by himself, a huge, muscled man, clad in a bearskin around his waist and covered in bright tattoos, studies the crowd, scowling. Standing on the bar, a diminutive man, six inches high, is on his hands and knees, puking his little guts out.

For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-12T01:45:52Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-12T01:44:42Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-12T01:44:25Z

Greg 1:

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2019-06-12T01:43:39Z

Greg 1:

For the Love of Treasure/Main Page

2019-06-11T23:43:05Z

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2019-06-11T23:42:33Z

Greg 1:

For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-11T23:29:36Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-11T23:28:50Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-11T23:28:35Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-11T23:27:51Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-11T23:27:12Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-11T23:26:33Z

Greg 1:

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For the Love of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-11T23:25:34Z

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2019-06-11T02:08:14Z

Greg 1:

For the Love-of Treasure/Ugog

2019-06-11T02:07:11Z

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2019-06-11T02:05:58Z

Greg 1:

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T22:07:37Z

Greg 1:

'''Glory of the Svartrsung: A GURPS Vikings One-Shot'''

[[File:Svartrsung.jpg|800px|left]]

'''Norway. 939 A.D.'''

Jarl Olafir the Swineherd of the Svartrsung sends word to all the scattered farmsteads.

Jarl Brynjar One-Eye of the Gunnardung has challenged the clans to a great contest at his mighty hall Seggrhalla, by the little coastal town of Fiskrfjordr. Over the course of three days, teams will compete in running, spear-throwing, glima (wrestling), riddles, archery, hnefatafl (board games), lausatök (team unarmed combat), poetry, and hunting. All participants must compete in all contests. Nine finely-worked armbands of pure gold will be awarded. Their names are “Shining”, “Precious”, “Treasure”, “Freya’s Hair”, “Beautiful”, “Wonderful”, “Winding”, “Desire” and “Hero’s Portion”.

The Svartrsung have seen better days. You are proud descendants of Svartr Foe-Burster, trusted huscarl to Harold Fairhair, King of Norway. But today you are a small and unimportant family, doggedly hanging on to what remains of their ancestral territory. More powerful clans than yours plan to take those rings for their own glory. The Gunnardung, rich and powerful Vikings and traders. The Skogralfings, who carve their farmsteads out of the dark forest. The dour Halvordung of the frozen uplands. The islander Kjeldings, those lovers of the oar, whose eyes turn always to the sea.

Volunteers of good Svartrsung blood are to assemble at Jarl Olifir’s hall, Spjǫrheimili, on the first day of Sólmánuður, in the height of summer.

'''Characters'''

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T22:07:21Z

Greg 1:

'''Glory of the Svartrsung: A GURPS Vikings One-Shot'''

[[File:Svartrsung.jpg|500px|left]]

'''Norway. 939 A.D.'''

Jarl Olafir the Swineherd of the Svartrsung sends word to all the scattered farmsteads.

Jarl Brynjar One-Eye of the Gunnardung has challenged the clans to a great contest at his mighty hall Seggrhalla, by the little coastal town of Fiskrfjordr. Over the course of three days, teams will compete in running, spear-throwing, glima (wrestling), riddles, archery, hnefatafl (board games), lausatök (team unarmed combat), poetry, and hunting. All participants must compete in all contests. Nine finely-worked armbands of pure gold will be awarded. Their names are “Shining”, “Precious”, “Treasure”, “Freya’s Hair”, “Beautiful”, “Wonderful”, “Winding”, “Desire” and “Hero’s Portion”.

The Svartrsung have seen better days. You are proud descendants of Svartr Foe-Burster, trusted huscarl to Harold Fairhair, King of Norway. But today you are a small and unimportant family, doggedly hanging on to what remains of their ancestral territory. More powerful clans than yours plan to take those rings for their own glory. The Gunnardung, rich and powerful Vikings and traders. The Skogralfings, who carve their farmsteads out of the dark forest. The dour Halvordung of the frozen uplands. The islander Kjeldings, those lovers of the oar, whose eyes turn always to the sea.

Volunteers of good Svartrsung blood are to assemble at Jarl Olifir’s hall, Spjǫrheimili, on the first day of Sólmánuður, in the height of summer.

'''Characters'''

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T22:07:03Z

Greg 1:

'''Glory of the Svartrsung: A GURPS Vikings One-Shot'''

[[File:Svartrsung.jpg|500px|thumb|left]]

'''Norway. 939 A.D.'''

Jarl Olafir the Swineherd of the Svartrsung sends word to all the scattered farmsteads.

Jarl Brynjar One-Eye of the Gunnardung has challenged the clans to a great contest at his mighty hall Seggrhalla, by the little coastal town of Fiskrfjordr. Over the course of three days, teams will compete in running, spear-throwing, glima (wrestling), riddles, archery, hnefatafl (board games), lausatök (team unarmed combat), poetry, and hunting. All participants must compete in all contests. Nine finely-worked armbands of pure gold will be awarded. Their names are “Shining”, “Precious”, “Treasure”, “Freya’s Hair”, “Beautiful”, “Wonderful”, “Winding”, “Desire” and “Hero’s Portion”.

The Svartrsung have seen better days. You are proud descendants of Svartr Foe-Burster, trusted huscarl to Harold Fairhair, King of Norway. But today you are a small and unimportant family, doggedly hanging on to what remains of their ancestral territory. More powerful clans than yours plan to take those rings for their own glory. The Gunnardung, rich and powerful Vikings and traders. The Skogralfings, who carve their farmsteads out of the dark forest. The dour Halvordung of the frozen uplands. The islander Kjeldings, those lovers of the oar, whose eyes turn always to the sea.

Volunteers of good Svartrsung blood are to assemble at Jarl Olifir’s hall, Spjǫrheimili, on the first day of Sólmánuður, in the height of summer.

'''Characters'''

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T22:06:46Z

Greg 1:

'''Glory of the Svartrsung: A GURPS Vikings One-Shot'''

[[File:Svartrsung.jpg|500px|thumb|]]

'''Norway. 939 A.D.'''

Jarl Olafir the Swineherd of the Svartrsung sends word to all the scattered farmsteads.

Jarl Brynjar One-Eye of the Gunnardung has challenged the clans to a great contest at his mighty hall Seggrhalla, by the little coastal town of Fiskrfjordr. Over the course of three days, teams will compete in running, spear-throwing, glima (wrestling), riddles, archery, hnefatafl (board games), lausatök (team unarmed combat), poetry, and hunting. All participants must compete in all contests. Nine finely-worked armbands of pure gold will be awarded. Their names are “Shining”, “Precious”, “Treasure”, “Freya’s Hair”, “Beautiful”, “Wonderful”, “Winding”, “Desire” and “Hero’s Portion”.

The Svartrsung have seen better days. You are proud descendants of Svartr Foe-Burster, trusted huscarl to Harold Fairhair, King of Norway. But today you are a small and unimportant family, doggedly hanging on to what remains of their ancestral territory. More powerful clans than yours plan to take those rings for their own glory. The Gunnardung, rich and powerful Vikings and traders. The Skogralfings, who carve their farmsteads out of the dark forest. The dour Halvordung of the frozen uplands. The islander Kjeldings, those lovers of the oar, whose eyes turn always to the sea.

Volunteers of good Svartrsung blood are to assemble at Jarl Olifir’s hall, Spjǫrheimili, on the first day of Sólmánuður, in the height of summer.

'''Characters'''

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T22:06:21Z

Greg 1:

'''Glory of the Svartrsung: A GURPS Vikings One-Shot'''

[[File:Svartrsung.jpg|500px|thumb|left|]]

'''Norway. 939 A.D.'''

Jarl Olafir the Swineherd of the Svartrsung sends word to all the scattered farmsteads.

Jarl Brynjar One-Eye of the Gunnardung has challenged the clans to a great contest at his mighty hall Seggrhalla, by the little coastal town of Fiskrfjordr. Over the course of three days, teams will compete in running, spear-throwing, glima (wrestling), riddles, archery, hnefatafl (board games), lausatök (team unarmed combat), poetry, and hunting. All participants must compete in all contests. Nine finely-worked armbands of pure gold will be awarded. Their names are “Shining”, “Precious”, “Treasure”, “Freya’s Hair”, “Beautiful”, “Wonderful”, “Winding”, “Desire” and “Hero’s Portion”.

The Svartrsung have seen better days. You are proud descendants of Svartr Foe-Burster, trusted huscarl to Harold Fairhair, King of Norway. But today you are a small and unimportant family, doggedly hanging on to what remains of their ancestral territory. More powerful clans than yours plan to take those rings for their own glory. The Gunnardung, rich and powerful Vikings and traders. The Skogralfings, who carve their farmsteads out of the dark forest. The dour Halvordung of the frozen uplands. The islander Kjeldings, those lovers of the oar, whose eyes turn always to the sea.

Volunteers of good Svartrsung blood are to assemble at Jarl Olifir’s hall, Spjǫrheimili, on the first day of Sólmánuður, in the height of summer.

'''Characters'''

File:Svartrsung.jpg

2019-04-14T22:05:36Z

Greg 1:

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T22:00:07Z

Greg 1:

'''Glory of the Svartrsung: A GURPS Vikings One-Shot'''

[[File:19th seance.jpg|500px|thumb|left|]]

'''Norway. 939 A.D.'''

Jarl Olafir the Swineherd of the Svartrsung sends word to all the scattered farmsteads.

Jarl Brynjar One-Eye of the Gunnardung has challenged the clans to a great contest at his mighty hall Seggrhalla, by the little coastal town of Fiskrfjordr. Over the course of three days, teams will compete in running, spear-throwing, glima (wrestling), riddles, archery, hnefatafl (board games), lausatök (team unarmed combat), poetry, and hunting. All participants must compete in all contests. Nine finely-worked armbands of pure gold will be awarded. Their names are “Shining”, “Precious”, “Treasure”, “Freya’s Hair”, “Beautiful”, “Wonderful”, “Winding”, “Desire” and “Hero’s Portion”.

The Svartrsung have seen better days. You are proud descendants of Svartr Foe-Burster, trusted huscarl to Harold Fairhair, King of Norway. But today you are a small and unimportant family, doggedly hanging on to what remains of their ancestral territory. More powerful clans than yours plan to take those rings for their own glory. The Gunnardung, rich and powerful Vikings and traders. The Skogralfings, who carve their farmsteads out of the dark forest. The dour Halvordung of the frozen uplands. The islander Kjeldings, those lovers of the oar, whose eyes turn always to the sea.

Volunteers of good Svartrsung blood are to assemble at Jarl Olifir’s hall, Spjǫrheimili, on the first day of Sólmánuður, in the height of summer.

'''Characters'''

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T21:59:58Z

Greg 1:

'''Glory of the Svartrsung: A GURPS Vikings One-Shot'''

[[File:19th seance.jpg|500px|thumb|left|]]

''Norway. 939 A.D.''

Jarl Olafir the Swineherd of the Svartrsung sends word to all the scattered farmsteads.

Jarl Brynjar One-Eye of the Gunnardung has challenged the clans to a great contest at his mighty hall Seggrhalla, by the little coastal town of Fiskrfjordr. Over the course of three days, teams will compete in running, spear-throwing, glima (wrestling), riddles, archery, hnefatafl (board games), lausatök (team unarmed combat), poetry, and hunting. All participants must compete in all contests. Nine finely-worked armbands of pure gold will be awarded. Their names are “Shining”, “Precious”, “Treasure”, “Freya’s Hair”, “Beautiful”, “Wonderful”, “Winding”, “Desire” and “Hero’s Portion”.

The Svartrsung have seen better days. You are proud descendants of Svartr Foe-Burster, trusted huscarl to Harold Fairhair, King of Norway. But today you are a small and unimportant family, doggedly hanging on to what remains of their ancestral territory. More powerful clans than yours plan to take those rings for their own glory. The Gunnardung, rich and powerful Vikings and traders. The Skogralfings, who carve their farmsteads out of the dark forest. The dour Halvordung of the frozen uplands. The islander Kjeldings, those lovers of the oar, whose eyes turn always to the sea.

Volunteers of good Svartrsung blood are to assemble at Jarl Olifir’s hall, Spjǫrheimili, on the first day of Sólmánuður, in the height of summer.

'''Characters'''

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T21:57:20Z

Greg 1:

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T21:54:23Z

Greg 1:

'''Glory of the Svartrsung: A GURPS Vikings One-Shot'''

[[File:19th seance.jpg|500px|thumb|left|]]

On a cold and rainy night in the fall of 1895, a small circle of New Yorkers gathered in an old house, with hopes of using a “talking board” to speak to the dead. Nobody knows what happened that night, because nobody made it out alive.

More than a hundred years later, that same yellowed talking board showed up in a second-hand store. On a cold and rainy night in the fall of 2018, a small circle of New Yorkers will gather in hopes of using it to speak to the dead.

'''1895 Characters'''

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_0y9F-2jDL8op-qIX3kbAr4uRov3fy03rPZ-ob2Ccp8/edit Mary Ranyard]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MDVobF9yPQt1TyH9XR4MawHiy6noQHR-O5Z3iiWnbnM/edit?usp=sharing Jack Mcgee]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1S5xPS6o-nfCfGWJF4GhOQJp94KXSBa2zzOoQKBqEnNs/edit?usp=sharing Charles "Chuck" Ford]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1T9IXDP6eMoBGJY4d0U2RViamkLXyIM6PksOwM65jrnQ/edit?usp=sharing Bethany Mayferries]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/Dont_Talk-To_Dead_People/Emilia_Harris Emilia Harris]

'''2018 Characters'''

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/12TPjyrJKPLMI14MvDaZi-cO7QBkwGzCGC6WPZ2EdXac/edit?usp=sharing Madeleine 'Maddie' Williams]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/15UrHNOmHl0XW2ytmkElhYz43sYrKeuL_xQ8rninVQcA/edit?usp=sharing Winefred Day]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/Dont_Talk-To_Dead_People/Daniel_Kleinfelder Daniel Kleinfelder]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WphIy3Oo_llUwQvd0BQEWkJA0WI6wExtJ7ErJFN0hRw/edit?usp=sharing Aaron Paulson]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lqEy59zASLGcS51nuaiL9Frilo7AiGOE6gO09ETef7I/edit?usp=sharing Lenora Paunton]

Glory of the Svartrsung

2019-04-14T21:52:41Z

Greg 1: Created page with "'''Don't Talk to Dead People: A Call of Cthulhu Horror One-Shot''' left| On a cold and rainy night in the fall of 1895, a small circle..."

'''Don't Talk to Dead People: A Call of Cthulhu Horror One-Shot'''

[[File:19th seance.jpg|500px|thumb|left|]]

On a cold and rainy night in the fall of 1895, a small circle of New Yorkers gathered in an old house, with hopes of using a “talking board” to speak to the dead. Nobody knows what happened that night, because nobody made it out alive.

More than a hundred years later, that same yellowed talking board showed up in a second-hand store. On a cold and rainy night in the fall of 2018, a small circle of New Yorkers will gather in hopes of using it to speak to the dead.

'''1895 Characters'''

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_0y9F-2jDL8op-qIX3kbAr4uRov3fy03rPZ-ob2Ccp8/edit Mary Ranyard]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MDVobF9yPQt1TyH9XR4MawHiy6noQHR-O5Z3iiWnbnM/edit?usp=sharing Jack Mcgee]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1S5xPS6o-nfCfGWJF4GhOQJp94KXSBa2zzOoQKBqEnNs/edit?usp=sharing Charles "Chuck" Ford]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1T9IXDP6eMoBGJY4d0U2RViamkLXyIM6PksOwM65jrnQ/edit?usp=sharing Bethany Mayferries]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/Dont_Talk-To_Dead_People/Emilia_Harris Emilia Harris]

'''2018 Characters'''

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/12TPjyrJKPLMI14MvDaZi-cO7QBkwGzCGC6WPZ2EdXac/edit?usp=sharing Madeleine 'Maddie' Williams]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/15UrHNOmHl0XW2ytmkElhYz43sYrKeuL_xQ8rninVQcA/edit?usp=sharing Winefred Day]

[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/Dont_Talk-To_Dead_People/Daniel_Kleinfelder Daniel Kleinfelder]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WphIy3Oo_llUwQvd0BQEWkJA0WI6wExtJ7ErJFN0hRw/edit?usp=sharing Aaron Paulson]

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lqEy59zASLGcS51nuaiL9Frilo7AiGOE6gO09ETef7I/edit?usp=sharing Lenora Paunton]