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  1. Around the White Bark hearth did the heroes gather, Served food fit for the those who slew the wicked ogre, Drugalla, Despite poor harvest and an uneasy winter ahead did the heroes feast well, With stomachs full of food and ale and Grandmother’s pear brandy. With the stead assembled did the champions sing of their deeds, Sarooth with deep commanding voice did speak the tale of Drugalla’s fall, Binta fair of face and voice did sing a rousing refrain, A flute of reeds did Themis play, although the tune was strange.* * It is believed that Solara had taught Themis to play the flute in the Praxian style – this would account for the tune not being well received as nomad melodies sound disjointed to the ears of an Orlanthi. Around the room did Araldar dance, in comic jest of exploits past, Much joy and laughter was heard that night within the walls White Bark Stead, Joy which many would not see agin until the Red Goddess waned, Then talk of war, hunger and hope rang around the Haraborn hall. Sarooth, the fertile, did catch the eye of lustful, scorned Soratha, Ernalda’s gift ran strong in him and he willingly succumbed to his desires, With night now deep and snow as thick did the heroes take their rest, But deep in Araldar’s breast did smoulder a silent desire. On the morrow’s dim rise of Yelm did Binta spy Cresantha, mother of Fiedor, The mother’s face a storm of worry and doubt about her son, A secret, a hidden shame she felt but would not reveal to Binta, Sarooth and Araldar both could not dislodge the truth from her frozen lips. To handsome Fiedor did Binta stride with thoughts of friend stolen, As Ernalda’s serpent did Binta coil around the erstwhile Fiedor, With no remorse did Binta crush the man until he could oppose no more, His secret revealed, a summer lodge upon the Quivin mountains. The heroes did assemble with winter clothing thick and warm, Out on the cruel, callous Quivins did they trek through snow, wind and cold, With each step did Himile, god of cold, crack at their frozen heels, Araldar and Sarooth both did suffer from Himile’s touch. At last they came to Darestan’s hunting hut of wood, straw and bone, Inside a scene of destruction and devastation as if Umbroli confined, Marks of beasts upon the walls and meat nowhere to find, And hiding in a crook, among the debris, cold, staring Darestan. Little sense did Darestan speak his ravings cut the room, Of Esrala he spoke of men and wolf upon the drifts of snow, In Araldar’s head his wild Air Rune began to sing aloud, A storm of passion gathered in him and the winds began to wail.* * It is important to remember that in the early Haraborn Sagas the heroes were only sixteen or seventeen years old. We can interpret here that Araldar was experiencing a strong emotion or connection to Esrala for the first time and did not know how to control these intense strong feelings. Themis, soul of hunter did pace from the cabin to see what he could locate, On bush of winterthorn in snowstorm fierce he found fur of wolf, A common tale and warning came into his focused mind – the fur was of Dire Wolf, He spoke, Telmori, friends of the Seven-Tailed Wolf had trod upon this ground. A blow as fierce as the Block striking the Devil upon the Plaines of Prax, Did fly from Araldar’s wild form and struck dark-haired, dark-hearted Darestan, A crush of bone, a leg disjointed did the blow achieve, In pain and agony did Darestan writhe, while Sarooth did part the pair. Araldar, bone-talker, could no longer control the feelings of the storm within, To Esrala, his Ernalda, must he go to save from fate of tooth and jaw, His friends alarmed did they try to sway the spirit-talker from his task, For outside the night was thick with snow and ice, enough to freeze the blood.* * Esrala has often been a favourite of those who know the Haraborn Sagas. She is often regarded of as an embodiment of Ernalda herself in the guise of her most seductive form. The fact that the men that fall in love with her soon become obsessed and begin to act irrationally has lead one notable scholar, Reterin of Whitewall, to state that she must have had a gift from the goddess herself equivalent to a permanent ‘Rouse Passion’ Rune Spell. This is not a widely held view for such a ‘gift’ would require a HeroQuest, of which we have no records involving Esrala. With words, magic and deeds did the friend try to appeal to crazed Araldar, But his mundane form was a hurricane full with thoughts of the fertile Esrala, With strength of bear did Themis cast his friend to cabin floor, Sarroth’s command he cast aside but magic of spirit quelled his mighty storm. With Araldar subdued did the heroes spend the night in the cabin of Darestan, With Yelm’s morning light upon the snow, and bellies full of Binta’s gruel, The heroes of the Haraborn did step out on fresh lain snow, Each with a thought: a hope, a wish, a doubt, that Esrala would be found. In Den of Wolf and Man Up mountain high the friends pursued wolf tracks faint and cold, Until in sparse woodland of silver hill pine did they first find their quarry, From out of nothing did appear paired men and wolf aplenty, With halting voice did Telmori Sees Far address the champions of the vale. ‘You come why I know – you come – to Mother and Father, No weapons, you must come as cubs before the claw is drawn.’ With hesitation did the friends lower weapons in front of foes of old, But for Esrala must they endure what should not be endured at all. To camp of wolfpack they were led with wolves snarling at their heels, In cave, dark and forboding, they were led to stand before Takes Teeth, In crevice of stone behind the beastman the form of Esrala breathed, Takes Teeth snarled, ‘You are Deer People. You are not Friends. You are prey.’ Tense time passed before Sarooth, with honour in his heart did speak, A brave but perilous speech he gave inside the cave of the wolfbrothers, Takes Teeth his hackles risen by lack of Sarooth’s humbleness did growl, But Binta, maid of Earth, the soil solid below her feet, did then speak aloud. With Earth Rune deep in her thoughts a pragmatic, prudent speech she gave, Of sisterhood and brotherhood between the clans against the Blood Red Moon, Animosity of old must wane before the threat to Sartar present, Her stirring words did move the wolfman despite the hurts of old. Fair Binta, peace-talker, maid of the Earth did accomplish a compromise, The Haraborn men did look upon her with respect for what she achieved, That words can be stronger than a blade was Binta’s gift that day, For Esrala, her price for to leave the cave was now all in the trade. A haggle of man and wolf for the value of the wronged Enjossi woman, The price then set did Sarooth cast his rings upon his hand and Araldar his armour, Takes Teeth and Telmori all were appeased with offerings of bronze and gold, And from the cave did Esrala walk free into the clear light of day. Back to the cabin of Darestan the heroes returned, Esrala troubled by the wrong done to her by the black-hearted man, Talk of justice to be done was Sarooth’s plaintiff cry, But a darker hold was on Araldar’s heart at they crossed the threshold.
  2. Themis at the Well From temple of Dragon and Men did the heroes depart, And cold and bitter was Kagradus’s temper upon the mountain’s peak, Themis, tracker to Foundchild did mark the path in aid of a return, Onward with news of temple found did the Haraborn swiftly climb. At the Stone That Doesn’t Fall, with night snapping at their heals, Did they descend the rugged path to Grothrang’s lake of venom, No fires of welcome did they spy in the bowl below, Fair Binta, usually light of foot, did stumble upon the slope* * It is unusual in the saga for a juxtaposition of phrases such as, ‘light of foot,’ being coupled with a phrase such as, ‘stumble upon.’ One can only presume that Binta’s descent into the Well met with some mishap. Beneath the cloud and gloom, under Shepelkirt ever watchful glare, The Lunar’s were awaiting for the return of the avenging Wind, With hunter’s instinct did Themis smile upon the field of fire, Foundchild’s son would command this battle with wood, twine and shaft. Themis with magics piercing his vision could see the foes away, With six straight arrows did he silence the enemy’s’ advance, The Red Moon bloodied, the Praxian protégé unleased. His companions awed by his mastery of bow, arrow and flight. With the Red Warriors vanquished did the Third Wind appear, Who looked upon the fledgling Haraborn with honour and respect, Binta sang the tale and awed were the hardened men of the Thrice Wind, Song of magic, lightning, bow, sword and dancing dragons filled the night. Return did the heroes go with escort of rebels true upon the mountain, At Kagradus zenith did the clouds depart and towering Kero Fin appear, A light a blue on her crown, a herald that filled their hearts, The gods of the Haraborn did bless their folloers that night. Down they trod with passion renewed with thought of task well done, The Eye that Closes and Opens, was blind on their return, To vale they met their homecoming with Yelm’s first bright light, A valley still under the yoke of a cruel and harsh Red Moon. The vale subdued did see depart a hundred blessed beasts, Driven on by cruel Lunar hands while the Haraborn looked on, Yolanva Saedrius, the Tarshite mouthpiece of the Blood Red goddess, Did warn the vale that to aid the Wind was an act to feed the bat.* * The Crimson Bat was a chaos horror used by the Lunar Empire. It appeared as a gigantic red bat, covered in eyes, mouths and tentacles. It projected its own Glowline, a pulsating red light that enhanced Lunar magic. Its Chaos Scream would drive animals mad and terrifies mortals. It spat clouds of acid that could melt metal, and it is said the wind from its wings could knock soldiers around like toys. Anyone who got too close to it was at risk of being swept up by its many tongues and devoured. It was almost totally impervious to physical and magical harm. It required a constant stream of live sapient sacrifices, at least 25 each week. Being eaten by the Bat was a horrific fate; it completely destroyed the soul of whoever it ate. “…The light cast by Red Moon made it hard to make out anything, I thank Ernalda that I learnt to detect life from defeating the spirit in the cave, otherwise we would have been almost completely blind to the presence of the four Lunar scouts who had also discovered the abandoned camp at the same time as us…” Extract from Binta’s Journal Shah’vashak, the Rainbow Wyrm Araldar was troubled by the dancing dragon spirit they had encountered, He sought the council of Henarl, Shaman of the White Hart, A plan to reveal the nature of the dragon’s purpose and desires, In Henarl’s shelter did the heroes first tread upon the spirit plane. Through smoke and fire did Henarl command his Fetch to serve his needs, With Hazia thick in the air the heroes left their carnal frame, Shah’vashak, wyrm of rainbow colours did dance around them there, No word to the shaman would it speak but the heroes heard him clear. ‘I have chosen, too long I have slumbered, Sarooth of the Black Stag I do call my priest, Your companions I will consider my companions, We will travel together, for a while at least.’ Wedding of the Swords, Herbs and Boar Solara, nomad of Prax, wife to Serendaral, second mother to Themis, And Beroth, son of Beyor, both with hunter’s hearts, Did show their love with a marriage, a joining of Sartar and Prax, As the days darkened did the celebration cast light upon the valley’s gloom. With guests aplenty in the hall of the Haraborn did the clan meet, A great day in the vale was had with song and dance and ale, Displayed on the table high were gifts of grateful kin, Each prize a sign of respect and love of the union of Solara and Beroth, A boar as great as Nandar Nan, did Themis give, on spit above Mahome’s fire, The power of Ernalda’s fertility in herbs and flowers was Binta’s gift, From Sarooth, two swords of unmatched majesty did awe the gathered guests, From Araldar were some bones.* * The gifts the heroes gave to Solara and Beroth on their wedding day are regarded amongst scholars as being most significant to the saga. When the feast had ended the discarded bones of the boar were found arranged into the runes of Man and Death – the runes associated with Waha, Khan of the Praxian gods. Whether this was a blessing or a portent of the tragedy that befell Solara and Beroth is uncertain. Binta’s gift has a cultural significance that still resonates today. Many Orlanthi women still refer to a conception in the Earth Season as ‘Binta’s gift.’ Only the story of one of the fine swords Sarooth gifted remains. A sword matching that description turns up in Glamour, capital of the Lunar Empire in the possession of the Immortal Red Emperor – it is indeed a sign of its quality of the sword that it is recorded in the Emperor’s personal armoury. Finally, the rather brief description of Araldar’s gift is somewhat perplexing – some versions of the saga omit it completely. There is much speculation about what, ‘some bones’ is referring to. It is well documented that Araldar favoured bones in his rituals and spells, but whether the bones referred to here are magical or decorative is pure speculation. Blessing from the Earth A year of Orlanth’s seed dispersed, little life sprang from Ernalda’s womb, The scalding summer, Orlanth becalmed, the crops of field were few, The Heortlings subdued, visions of winter’s hardship abroad, Few cries of babes would be heard next year, yet some would still be blessed. Jareena, fair of face and spirit of bronze did fill with Ernalda’s purpose, Inside a child, born under the bloody Red Moon, unborn and unfree, The seed of Sarooth, father of the child, a boy in all but name, Yet still a blessing in the dark for the Black Stag Clan of the Haraborn. Cruel and Bitter Darestan Dark Season came to the vale of the Black Stag, The snows of mighty Kagradus and Mount Quivin did envelop the steads, Heler, first husband of Triolina, frozen gift did fall deeply on the ground, Haraborn gathered closely around Mahome’s warm hearth fire. But things that were done could not be undone and so a path was set, In White Bark Stead, home of troubled Darestan, son of Varankos, And welcome stead of kind-hearted Esrala of the Enjossi, The path that was set was dark, for something dwelled in Darestan’s heart. In days of darkness and snow, of bitter winds and frozen meadows, Did Darestan and Esrala elope, into blizzard and a path of menace, With food and weapons gone, a mystery of why hung over the stead, White Bark Stead did send out sign and signal to find the doubtful pair. Word to the heroes did reach, Themis with a soul of righteousness, Sarooth with love of clan and duty, Binta, friend and ally, And Araldar, Esrala’s suitor whose passions slowly burned him, All did doubt Darestan’s deed and cared for young, kind Esrala. With cloaks thick and boots of fur did the four trek to White Bark Stead, There they found a brace of thoughts about the couples flight, Young men said that their love was true though others disagreed, With snows thick blanket and days a short and speculation thick. Up spoke Grandmother White Bark, elder of the stead, ‘Young men are fools and no nothing of women and the blessings of Ernalda, Esrala’s heart belonged to another not the stead’s Darestan, He is troubled, I say, he has not been right since he became a man.’ To preening Fiedor, son of Faffir, cousin of unsettled Darestan, they went, A man of face so fair that Ernalda would bed him if she found him alone, Fiedor spoke of little but fair Binta could see his ruse, Charm and fawning did not sway stern Binta for her friend’s need was clear. Binta outraged by falsehoods did fume – reproached was Fiedor so, But the hold of something dark kept him from telling the truth, Unfulfilled by Fiedor’s lies did Soratha daughter of Umandor approach, No love for Fiedor had she, and she whispered in the dark. ‘Prehaps you should talk to Daladra, Daughter of Thargan, Or him about her. Better still speak to Daladra’s husband!’ Pretty young Daladra, with painted face and airs of her betters, Karenstar, son of Groll, weaponthane to clan was Daladra’s husband.
  3. It is well deserved, I am thoroughly enjoying running it...
  4. Words on the Wind Long did the Ring sit and talk, a chorus of wisdom and folly, Gordanger deep in thought each utterance another doubt, Erinina Copperaxe, with hair of flame, did speak of death and slaughter, Others spoke of passion of harmony, concession and conflict. Strong did the winds of counsel blow around weary Gordanger, His ring split, his valley full of ill omens, and of doom yet to come, Ten score of cattle would grievously wound the clan and was scorned, Babeesta Gor’s call to war was not heeded, although Gordanger’s blood ran hot. At last, with head and heart thick with consequence, did the chieftain rise, The price of a hundred beasts would they pay for peace in the Stag’s Vale, They would not aid the sickle’s blade in the search for the freeborn winds, But nor would they hinder the Red Thieves in the tula of the Haraborn. Yolanva, of the Crimson Moon, did snort with scorn of the clan, The cattle she took but a fire inside did rage for the aid she was denied, The troop of the enemy in camps of linen remained within the Vale, A stain on the honour of the Haraborn and an affront to great Orlanth. Now our heroes were assembled for a task of great import, Keladon Blue Eye, did charge the band to carry warning to the Folk of the Deer, A bonded servant of a trickster god did plot the path to go, Upon the mighty Kagradus, king of old, must they tread to seek the Third.* * One version of the saga has an additional verse that begins the sad lament of Solara, second mother to Themis. Here is a section of the verse: Solara, nomad of Prax, wife to Serendaral, second mother to Themis, Did scowl at the trickster and to affront offered only last week’s water, Solara the Sad, outcast, destined never to see her birth land agin, Was loved by Beroth, son of Beyor, their love as tragic as it was beautiful. The Blooding of the Moon Before Yelm had leapt from the Gates of Dawn did our band assemble, On foot, with hearts full of haste did they pass below the face of Delaina, As Yelm did climb the Sky Dome they reached Odayla’s Whimsey, Where Sarooth, quick of eye did catch the sight of bronze below. An echo if the trickster’s words did resonate with all, ‘Be careful sons and daughter of the Haraborn the Red Moon stalks the hills’ Climbing beyond the phallus tree, where maidens seek to bloom, Upon the Son of Colymar’s rock the four heroes quickened their stride. Amid the flow of Fallen Birds Fall did Araldar hear a rude voice below, Atop the falls they did conceal with rock, leaf, stem, and branch, Time did pass but then a glimpse of face of flesh and bone upon the path below, An Orlanthi in trackers garb did meet their gaze beneath. Fair Binta, hands of a healer and heart of a warrior, did cast her magic forth, But her haste did cause the spell awry and the man dropped beyond all sight, In Sarooth’s heart he could not resist the calling of the mighty stag, His form transformed did he leap across the open sky. Beyond the vision of our heroes did Sarooth land, cloven hooves of thunder, Atop poor Ondrinn, enslaved by the sickle moon, did Sarooth loom proud, Beyond him a double brace of Lunar scouts with sword and spear in hand, Orlanth’s ward did embrace Sarooth as he swung with his thirsty blade. * Bone Cleaver, its name was apt did sever poor Ondrinn’s leg, Around the brave, but hasty, Sarooth did the Lunars closely press, With sword and shield the son of the Haraborn did hold on despite the odds, His shield, Root Breaker, did fall to spear impaled, but Sarooth fought on. The heroes, upon the running falls, alerted did swiftly act, Fair Binta, her gentle soul ablaze with love of clan and friend, Swift Themis with bow of wood and twine did prepare his avenging arrows, Araldar, bone laden, did glance above to clouds of angry grey. First Binta, without faltering did scramble to gain view of her comrade's peril, Below she saw bold Sarooth swathed in spears of red, Her fair hands did crackle with magic of spirit, her dominance unleased, Soon two Lunars stood with glazed expression, Binta wrapped their minds. Themis, summoned stag of clan and leaped beyond the fighting men, His bow did fire at foes aplenty his arrows falling all around, A Lunar scout with puzzled mind did raise his blood friend spear, An arrow true of shot and sight did pierce his foul scarlet heart. Araldar to call of friend did skip across the fuming falls, On sight of foe did Araldar, with cracks and sparks, become the mighty storm, Orlanth’s fury erupted from darkened sky, a bolt to match the Moon, Where once stood flesh, now only the echo of a man did whimper. ** Sarooth, whose breast was full of pride did see his friends about, His Sword, Moon Bane, did cleave an ungodly Lunar’s head atwain, With armour, sword and body bathed in the blood of his enemies, Sarooth did roar, The Red Goddess upon her Moon did hear the mighty cry. * Many scholars have disputed the validity of this verse. Sarooth was only sixteen or seventeen at the time and it has been stated that even with his considerable skill he couldn’t have faced five armed enemies alone. While the number of opponents might have been exaggerated for narrative purposes, the Haraborn believed that Orlanth himself achieved much even as a child and Sarooth’s actions could well be a parallel to his god’s achievements. ** The crack of Orlanth’s bolt was heard as far away as Whitewall. There is an uncollaborated report that in response to it a great cheer arose from the besieged city, lifting hearts and spirit of all within. The Eye that Closes and Opens Through cloud and mist the heroes did trek to find the thrice named wind, Themis, keeper of Foundchild’s gift, did lead the weary band, But fate did push Themis from the path to wall of rock and stone, A dragon’s mouth, a lavish entrance, cut into Kagradus’s facade. Araldar, with sight of things that many never see, witnessed what lay within A view of wings and a snaking dance, a spirit of ancient means, With voice of another world did Arladar speak to the ever-turning essence, But no reply did come and the spirit danced forever on. Enter did the heroes tread with awe at bygone images of dragons all around, Before them stood an orb of gold above a block of green, A far door that held its ground was there, and vents of dragon’s breath, Pillars of dragons, four in number, did puzzle the heroes so. With duty calling for thrice blown wind, Sarooth was quick to act, A man of action, not so much of thought, a true Orlanthi soul, Did grab the golden orb and branded was his hand, a rune of dragonkin, Bold Sarooth did the dancing spirit embrace, its coils twined all around.
  5. Back in the day when I played RPG's regularly I would always keep a campaign journal. On my return I have decided to keep it in the form of a saga. I am not a writer so the prose might not reach the desired standard for publication but it is really a bit of fun. I am trying to write the verse as soon after the session as possible and I do minimal editing (so you have been warned). I have been lucky to meet up with a great group of players online and have been encouraged to start this thread so if anyone wants to follow along they can. I did post one or two parts in my previous thread ‘Returning after 35 years.’ The campaign we are playing is based on the excellent Six Seasons in Sartar – some parts I have changed and I am expanding many of the ideas in the episodes section as recommended by the author Andrew Montgomery. I find the passions in RQ:G quite inspirational as a GM and most of the changes I have made are due in part to create dynamic tension and interesting choices for the characters based on their passions. Anyway here goes… The First book in the Saga of the Haraborn You hold in your hands my life’s work. For over forty years I have tracked down and translated every parchment and document that contains extracts or quotes from the Haraborn Saga. This is I feel is the most complete copy to be found anywhere in the Holy Country. Despite my best efforts parts are still missing and the meaning of some verses are obscure and open to significant interpretation. Where different versions of an extract exist I have used my best judgement to choose the version I feel is most fitting to the style of the original. This is by no means the definitive version of the saga – I am sure after I have completed work on it new documents will emerge and either support or contradict some of my translation. May Arachne Solara bless and protect this document. Teremin Writst-talker, Lhankor Mhy High Priest, Nochet. ST 1743 How the Cat Saved the Day Yelm shone bright and the cursed Red Moon scoured the land, The heroes of the Haraborn were revealed to all, Youthful of mind and spirit but with a Starheart burning within, A trial did Orlanth pass to them. The most noble was Sarooth son of Gordanger, a man of blood and steel, Themis son of Serenaral, follower of the nomad god, with a bow of true shot, The third was Araldar son of Stoyan, who wished to walk amongst the spirits, With their companions Ofin the Rash, and Aventarl the Meek. In the Hall of the Haraborn did Sarooth Goldentongue speak, Such was his words that even Orlanth himself stooped to listen, A pledge to honour the clan and shame the unworthy Sambari, A raid the like of which would be sung for generations. To the land of the Sambari the trinity trod, Through valley and hill of stone and rock under Yelm’s ever watchful eye, Cattle of the Sambari lowing did bring the heroes to heel, Sarooth, Themis and Araldar, stood at the precipice of glory. Themis, with the eyes of an hawk did scout Heloth the Unready, on watch, Sarooth, cast in troll-touched shadow, hunted across the valley, Araldar, from afar did survey and readied his bow, But the winds of Orlanth did raged in Ofin the Rash. The hero not yet mentioned then showed its mettle, Hart, shadowcat and constant companion of Themis, was cast forward, Heloth the Unready did spy the alynx and absorbed on it saw little else, Two arrows then did Themis send, striking from Heloth’s grasp the warning horn. From the shadow did Sarooth leap to subdue the indignant Sambari, Ofin the Rash, short of thought but great of action, charged through the herd, His howls caused the beasts to stamp their feet and lower heads, Themis watched all with arrow nocked. Araldar keeper of spirits, knew the cattle were troubled, He called to Ofin to cease his foolish charge but Ofin was taken with storm, Sarooth turned and commanded Ofin to stop but the wind kept blowing, Themis, imbued with the spirit power of haste, took chase. Heloth the Unready, ran but the stalking Hart had other plans, The shadowcat, with the heart of a sabre-tooth, leapt at the fleeing Sambari, Its claws ripping into vein and tendon, down the slope they rolled, With its courage exhausted, Hart did pant. Sarooth with blade flashing in the last light of day dropped Heloth, As Heloth was bound he raged with shame and fury, The storm maddened Ofin raised his spear to strike Heloth, But Themis swift of foot tackled him and the storm passed. Araldar saw from afar that a hoard of Sambari approached, Themis calling upon Foundchild gathered around him the fattest and best beasts*, The heroes returned to their tula driving their prizes before them, Their journey to the Hero Wars had begun. *One of the beast that Foundchild gathered for Themis was Yornalis mother of a thousand white bulls. The cow Yornalis would be traded all across Colymar lands in the following years giving birth each season to a white bull – a great prize for any clan. The Maid of Ernalda Fire Season of a thousand suns burned bright in the Vale, Haraborn lands yearned with thirst and doubt for a harvest of gold, The Great Sartar humbled beneath a glaring Red Goddess, It was a time of woe in the valley of the Great Stag. Two children, fledglings of the clan were lost, The first Andrin, apprentice to Gustran, father of all the smith forges, The second Keogar, son of Tarn, friend to young Andrin, The fate of both forever linked by the casting of a toy. Now Binta daughter of Gunter, follower of Ernalda, entered the saga, Amongst the leaf and twigs she spied Andrin, lost child of the clan, A hand of flesh and blood she held so fleetingly, But the boy once found was soon lost. Binta, Araldar, Themis and Sarooth were at a loss, Many a time did Andrin appear to Binta but little did he reveal, No other Haraborn did see the lost child of the Stag and some doubted her, The lost one called to Binta and charged her for its liberation. Commanded by the Ring, our heroes did toil to lead the spirit to its rest, Morganenth, the blind, knew that Mother did not hold the bones, Saran, the thunderous, knew they did not breathe Orlanth’s air, Two boys gone and the clan in mourning. To the village did our heroes tread searching for a key, In the trading house of the Haraborn did they spy a prize, Soldiers of wood and bronze called to them - a link to Andrin’s fate, On Redsmith’s soil did Themis, bright of eye, did find a pin of infancy. With hopes of aid for poor Andrin and Keogor deep in their hearts, The pull of clan and duty did drive them from their purpose, The Founder’s Feast, High Holy Day of Sartar drew nigh, And all our heroes had their part to play. The night before the feast, Orlanth raged, The first rain did feed the sod of the Haraborn, Ernalda drank eagerly and the clan rejoiced in hope of Orlanth’s renewal, But the respite was short and Yelm still ruled the day. The Feast was hushed and the mood of the clan mild and sombre, The annual ‘Bedding the Feathers’ the only breeze on that still day, A play of clan and horse in memory of the Founder, Ofin the Rash was first and the stallion of the wilds cracked his hand. Next Sarooth calmed the beast but the halter did fail him, Forward Themis with mind of a hunter but the brute spun him to the earth, Fair Binta tried her hand but horse shook the ground and she too did fall, Araldar, spirit walker, did shy from the task. With the heroes of the Haraborn spent with bruise and blood, Aventarl the Meek did sing the song of Splendid Yamsur, Horse listened to the tale of Hippoi and lamented the deal she struck, Three tasks did Aventarl complete and Bedded the Feathers did he. Whilst the festivities danced on in a night of meat and mead, A hand of fate fell upon fair Binta of the Earth, a touch of evil, A spectre as grim as Eurmal is bright she saw, Keogor once was he, A warning of death and foreboding was spoken unto her. ‘Come to the woods where you first saw Andrin, Come tonight, Do not bring any of the men with you, Or Ashart son of Beroth will suffer of it,’ Binta, protectress, did consider what was to be done for poor Ashart. Themis’ charge was missing, a boy full of hope and promise, Much he berated his forgetfulness for the boy he promised to save, In vain the heroes sought the boy but nothing did they find, Fearing the worst, the heroes rallied to the call of Keogar. Binta with breast aflame full of courage and compassion did go, To meet her doom or bring forward the boy’s salvation, Her friends did follow prepared to face any evil met, The Red Moon did cast an angry shadow on the erstwhile champions. At the rocky base of mighty Kagradus Peak did the path lead, Binta, fair of face and hard as stone did lead with torch aloft, Into the mountain’s bowels she strode, With Sarooth, Araldar and Themis at her side. The path was dark and full of terror, Stench of decay and death wound around all who entered that night, Binta with torch held high and shield of wood held fast, Into a chamber of utmost despair, the heroes stole. Bones of children and a graven image of bear, skin and goat did they pass, Araldar cast sight into the darkness and two he could spy, Sarooth unleased his dark-touched magic and was gone into the shadow, Themis, the hunter mobilised all with his magic and readied his eager bow. A spirit of despair began to fill the chamber with the stench of Chaos, The hideous spectre twisted in the flickering dark, An ancestor from a twisted god, screaming in the ecstasy of agony, Blood ran from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of our heroes. Whilst all watched the growing shadow, the bones of the dead began to rise, Two children, once full of life, now stood with bones of bleached flesh, Clubs of twisted root did they hold to crush the living, All at the behest of one whom still lurked deep in the shadow. The Witch of the Vale Sarooth, with shield and sword did charge to the walking bones to greet, Binta, with flame aloft did hold her shield high defying both spirit and bone, Araldar, sword in hand, rushed the atrocity of bone that threatened fair Binta, Themis, with bow of wood and arrow of bronze, did take in all he saw. Then from Binta’s grasp the light was quenched, a foul magic was abroad, The darkness was complete, no memory of it broke the wall of gloom, The grisly bare bones of the ill-fated youth clanked on in oblivion, Brave Sarooth and Araldar did swing with hearts aflame but to no avail. Swift of feet and thought did Themis dart from the cave, Under Shepelkirk’s brazen glare did he light once more the hopes of all, With Gustbran’s breath within his hands he returned without pause or fear, Hurrying to friends did Themis bear the light to sear the darkness within. Whilst Themis toiled did Binta feel the cold breath of spirit on skin, Around her a swirling mass of pain, death, hunger and envy, Twice did the Cacodemon Spirit tear at her with claws and teeth of filth, Ernalda herself did flow from the very earth to fill fair Binta’s essence. Enraged the spirit of Chaos did gore and gash at the maiden, Feeling its glory was at hand it pierced into the very heart of Haraborn, There it met its match for Binta’s heart was pure, it could find no flaw, The spirit fled screaming with a new terror that would not wane with time. Araldar, with sight of that which cannot be seen, did charge with sword aloft, Into the darkness of utmost pitch he rushed without care of wound or woe, Before him, cast in darkness, a thing of pure evil with thoughts of ill, His sword, Ogre’s Bane*, did swing for love of friend and clan. Sword met with skin and bone, did carve and cut deep into unwilling flesh, In darkness Araldar, Chaos Foe, did fell the mighty ogre witch, Drugalla, Drugalla’s lips fell silent no longer able to speak her chaos curse, With mounting light did Araldar first see the victim of his blade. Sarooth in darkness beyond his ken did battle living bones, His sword, Bone Cleaver*, with blade of bronze did splitter the leg of one, With a mighty parry of his shield, Root Breaker, did the creature’s club burst, It clutched and gripped with fingers of bone but Sarooth strode on. With chamber now ablaze with light, Bone Cleaver did split the next, Again Root Breaker did shatter the undying fiends’ club of root and pain, With two swift blows did his sword crush the skulls to them both to rest There stood Sarooth, Bone Breaker, amongst the shattered enemy. The fate of poor Ashart was not yet set, the work of heroes not done, Hanging by twisted angry rope did Ashart hang with a wound of malice, Themis did bring the boy to ground and lay him gently on Ernalda’s breast, Fair Binta, Spirit Warrior, Tenderer of Wounds, did mend his leaching cut. Araldar did watch the bleeding Drugalla, her foul life seeping away, Unable or unwilling to grasp that the maid could be so cruel, Did bend to heal her open wound that bled so freely onto the stony earth, Only then did he spy her teeth of daggers, row upon row of vicious bite. Themis struck with vision did see before him see a different scene, The flame of torch did catch and show the cruel cave wall with red, A circle of flickering light, the smile of a Red Moon mocking him, Drugalla, held for an instant, a rising beauty naked in a swamp of vulgarity**. Binta did raise her axe and with fury and hate did cast down on Drugalla, With strength of a hundred mothers who mourn their children did she strike, Snake Head, her axe, did cleave the creature’s neck in twain, Themis held the head with mocking smile aloft and thrust it in his pack. * Throughout the Haraborn Saga the weapons the heroes used are referred to by many names. This is the first instance when Alradar’s sword was called, Ogre’s Bane, although Alradar referred to it as such when he bequeathed it to his son many years later. Sarooth’s sword has the most names of any weapon in the sagas, being referred to by a name that reflects his most recent achievement. The name Sarooth himself used for his sword is not recorded. Binta’s axe, Snake Head, appears often in the saga. Many opponents misjudged the healer and felt the sting of that blade. Although not used in this chapter, Themis was carrying in his quiver the arrow, ‘Raven’s Bite,’ the same arrow he used to shoot the horn from the Sambari herdsman in his first ever raid and it features heavily in later chapters. ** This verse has perplexed scholars for decades. Its meaning is unclear and it has been speculated that it may refer to an aspect of the Haraborn’s male initiation rite – however there is no recorded details of the rite in any surviving records. Sarooth’s Turning of the Path The children of the dead, Andrin and Keogor were impatient to depart, Fair Binta did prepare their bones, though shattered from evil use they were, Araldar did take the price* and so freed the bones from further ill service, Seven days did the bones lay clothed in steads of love and warmth. The bones were scorched in flame and heat and honoured were the heroes, To Cliff Shield Stead did they retire to sing and drink the praise of the fallen, Amid the kinfolk, Sarooth Goldentongue did speak and all did listen well, He spoke with a true stag’s heart, of duty, unity and the Haraborn. Borkar, trader of pot and bronze, husband of the witch Drugalla, Was brought before the Ring to answer for his wife’s blatant cruelty, Wergild aplenty did he promise with words of professed innocence, Gordanger with face of thunder did pass sentence on the man, once a friend. He charged his son Sarooth, Bone Breaker, to carry out the retribution, His father’s sword did he take, a blade of exquisite quality, The Ring and heroes did dissent, but Araldar believe the charge true, With swift justice did Sarooth end the man, blood spilt without trial. The justice of Gordanger did blow through the Vale, A swift end to a man many thought must have known his wife’s intent, But for Sarooth the burden of honour dug deeply into his broad back, It was the first of three turnings that fate would pass to him. * Haraborn followed a custom of removing the right hand of the dead. This was in case the dead should return and so if they did they could hold no weapon. The hands were usually burnt and the bones crushed and spread on the urnfield. The Mead of Manhood* When the vale had settled, the heroes achievements were celebrated, A great feast of ale and mead to honour their bravery and courage, Sarooth soon fell under the eyes and charm of Jareena daughter of Lomast, A woman imbued with the lust of Ernalda, Sarooth succumbed with ease. Meanwhile, Araldar’s erstwhile love Esrala again did show her hand, Through drink or passion at last Araldar did respond, But jealous Darestan was there and challenged all to a Contest of Ale, Araldar with pride aflame did accept and so too the maiden Binta. With drink consumed and stances struck did Darestan show his mettle, With boasting he mounted the drinking bench and imbibed with all haste, The first to fall was fair Binta, stone of heart but stomach of water, Soon after Darestan did fall upon the supping Araldar – Esrala did smile. * This extract was from a longer text of which only fragments survive. It also records the first appearance of Jareena daughter of Lomast, who would later on be a central character in her own saga. The Sickle and the Valley The season spun to Earth, the parched body of Esrola wearied, The grain, fruit and herds of the Haraborn were failing, Thoughts of hungry bellies reflected the many empty wombs of women, Portents of winter, hard and cold, were rife amongst the Haraborn. Beyond the valley, Shepelkirt’s winking eye did gaze upon its glory, The last freehold of the Orlanthi trapped within Whitewall’s curtain, The king of once proud Colymar, Kanghral, a chattel of the Red Goddess, But even with little hope, a doe still sprang in the valley of the Haraborn. Kallyr Starbow, hero to many, argrath to some, and villain to others, Did hold against the Lunar peril of chaos, oppression and slavery, The Deer Folk, a name of legend, still walked the hills of Sartar, Averting the followers of the Red Goddess from sleeping easy in their cots. Before the harvest did Gorvara Redcloak come, head of the Third Wind, Defilers of the Seven Mothers, scourge of the Moon and friend to Haraborn, Seeking a prize for Starbrow in the lands of the Black Stag clan, A temple of a lost age, The Eye that Closes and Opens. Aid did the Ring of the Haraborn give although not all in the vale knew of it, Rest, shelter, food and drink were freely given along with weapons of war, Korolmath Shieldbreaker, uncle of Binta, did tell of the doom that awaits, Of traitors and a Well did he speak although not meant for Binta’s ears. By Yelm’s next ride the Wind had passed and harvest was stirring, Women young and old did enact the sad lament of Esrola, the Barley Mother, Whose body was rent and ripped by harvest of sickle and scythe , Whilst the men pleaded for forgiveness at the lesion they yearly caused. It was then that the Red Moon’s scowl fell on the lands of the Haraborn, Enter Yolanva Seadris, mouthpiece of Empire, orator of fate, And Andrin son of Kul, servant of the King Kanghral No-Honour, A web of intricate threads was spread and the Haraborn stuck fast within it. The Ring exposed, a deception of honour revealed to all, A Haraborn lie bared naked and a choice of no choices, Pay the Lunars in cattle which would fill empty bellies with nothing, Turn their backs on honour and quell the storm of the Third Wind, The fate of the Haraborn decided upon a decision of Seven.* *This verse being the only one of five lines in the entire saga is a curiosity. The consensus is that several of the verses were lost and a previous curator added the additional line from a damaged parchment. Whatever the reason the intention of the verse is clear.
  6. Stephen’s reminder about shield arm damage is really useful - gives a real imperative to parry with shield rather than a weapon.
  7. I am just returning to RuneQuest but remember this issue from the past. Like most others have stated this is really a feature rather than a problem. However, I do remember as a GM in the past changing an occasional hit location during a fight. So that unexpected critical by a Trolkin (it is always the Trollkin) is moved from the head/chest/abdomen to a limb. Will still take the adventurer out the fight but give the rest of the party an opportunity to do something. You have to be careful with any modification because players need to ‘feel’ the peril of the situation and for key scenes I would never fudge anything. However for that minor situation where things just escalate then it could help.
  8. Here the Saga of the Haraborn continuers... ......... CONTAINS SIX SEASON OF SARTAR SPOILERS ........... Below is an extract from the second book of the Haraborn saga The Maid of Ernalda Fire Season of a thousand suns burned bright in the Vale Haraborn lands yearned with thirst and doubt for a harvest of gold The Great Sartar humbled beneath a glaring Red Goddess It was a time of woe in the valley of the Great Stag Two children, fledglings of the clan were lost The first Andrin, apprentice to Gustran, father of all the smith forges The second Keogar, son of Tarn, friend to young Andrin The fate of both forever linked by the casting of a toy Now Binta daughter of Gunter, follower of Ernalda, entered the saga Amongst the leaf and twigs she spied Andrin, lost child of the clan A hand of flesh and blood she held so fleetingly But the boy once found was soon lost Binta, Araldar, Themis and Sarooth were at a loss Many a time did Andrin appear to Binta but little did he reveal No other Haraborn did see the lost child of the Stag and some doubted her The lost one called to Binta and charged her for its liberation Commanded by the Ring, our heroes did toil to lead the spirit to its rest Morganenth, the blind, knew that Mother did not hold the bones Saran, the thunderous, knew they did not breathe Orlanth’s air Two boys gone and the clan in mourning To the village did our heroes tread searching for a key In the trading house of the Haraborn did they spy a prize Soldiers of wood and bronze called to them - a link to Andrin’s fate On Redsmith’s soil did Themis, bright of eye, did find a pin of infancy With hopes of aid for poor Andrin and Keogor deep in their hearts The pull of clan and duty did drive them from their purpose The Founder’s Feast, High Holy Day of Sartar drew nigh And all our heroes had their part to play The night before the feast, Orlanth raged The first rain did feed the sod of the Haraborn Ernalda drank eagerly and the clan rejoiced in hope of Orlanth’s renewal But the respite was short and Yelm still ruled the day The Feast was hushed and the mood of the clan mild and sombre The annual ‘Bedding the Feathers’ the only breeze on that still day A play of clan and horse in memory of the Founder Ofin the Rash was first and the stallion of the wilds cracked his hand Next Sarooth calmed the beast but the halter did fail him Forward Themis with mind of a hunter but the brute spun him to the earth Fair Binta tried her hand but horse shook the ground and she too did fall Araldar, spirit walker, did shy from the task With the heroes of the Haraborn spent with bruise and blood Aventarl the Meek did sing the song of Splendid Yamsur Horse listened to the tale of Hippoi and lamented the deal she struck Three tasks did Aventarl complete and Bedded the Feathers did he Whilst the festivities danced on in a night of meat and mead A hand of fate fell upon fair Binta of the Earth, a touch of evil A spectre as grim as Eurmal is bright she saw, Keogor once was he A warning of death and foreboding was spoken unto her ‘Come to the woods where you first saw Andrin, Come tonight. Do not bring any of the men with you Or Ashart son of Beroth will suffer of it’ Binta, protectress, did consider what was to be done for poor Ashart Themis’ charge was missing, a boy full of hope and promise Much he berated his forgetfulness for the boy he promised to save In vain the heroes sought the boy but nothing did they find Fearing the worst, the heroes rallied to the call of Keogar Binta with breast aflame full of courage and compassion did go To meet her doom or bring forward the boy’s salvation Her friends did follow prepared to face any evil met The Red Moon did cast an angry shadow on the erstwhile champions At the rocky base of mighty Kagradus Peak did the path lead Binta, fair of face and hard as stone did lead with torch aloft Into the mountain’s bowels she strode With Sarooth, Araldar and Themis at her side The path was dark and full of terror Stench of decay and death wound around all who entered that night Binta with torch held high and shield of wood held fast Into a chamber of utmost despair, the heroes stole Bones of children and a graven image of bear, skin and goat did they pass Araldar cast sight into the darkness and two he could spy Sarooth unleased his dark-touched magic and was gone into the shadow Themis, the hunter mobilised all with his magic and readied his eager bow A spirit of despair began to fill the chamber with the stench of Chaos The hideous spectre twisted in the flickering dark An ancestor from a twisted god, screaming in the ecstasy of agony Blood ran from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of our heroes Whilst all watched the growing shadow, the bones of the dead began to rise Two children, once full of life, now stood with bones of bleached flesh Clubs of twisted root did they hold to crush the living All at the behest of one whom still lurked deep in the shadow
  9. Hi CaptinDan, great news all the players are enthusiastic in having another member of the party – I will PM you with the details of the game. Welcome onboard!
  10. Hi CaptainDan, we have a UK based game every Wednesday evening - 7:30 to 11ish... we are only a couple of sessions into our campaign. If the time suits you I will check with the other players...
  11. I was lucky - when I decided to host a game I posted on Roll 20 and within a week or so found some players - including @Westnovote ! Agreed it would be good to get a greater online presence on digital platforms. Roll 20's RQ:G character sheet is very good and user friendly.
  12. Inspired by our session last night and wanting to keep a campaign log, I decided to write it up a saga. We are using Six Seasons in Sartar as the setting and the adventurers undertook a cattle raid to prove themselves to the clan on reaching adulthood (there are no spoilers about Six Seasons below – this was an optional cattle raid episode). The episode began well with Sarooth, son of Gordanger, who has a natural air of authority, addressing a packed meeting hall to speak of the glory and honour the raid would bring to his family and the clan and promptly rolled a critical success… Much ale and mead was consumed in celebration of such fine oratory and they had thick heads the following morning… I will try and add to the saga as we go along but it may include campaign spoilers in future – so you have been warned! (excuse any grammar errors and poor wording choices – I wrote this over my morning coffee) The first book in the Saga of the Haraborn How the Cat Saved the Day Yelm shone bright and the cursed Red Moon scoured the land The heroes of the Haraborn were revealed to all Youthful of mind and spirit but with a Starheart burning within A trial did Orlanth pass to them The most noble was Sarooth son of Gordanger, a man of blood and steel Themis son of Serenaral, follower of the nomad god, with a bow of true shot The third was Araldar son of Stoyan, who wished to walk amongst the spirits With their companions Ofin the Rash, and Aventarl the Meek In the Hall of the Haraborn did Sarooth Goldentongue speak Such was his words that even Orlanth himself stooped to listen A pledge to honour the clan and shame the unworthy Sambari A raid the like of which would be sung for generations To the land of the Sambari the trinity trod Through valley and hill of stone and rock under Yelm’s ever watchful eye Cattle of the Sambari lowing did bring the heroes to heel Sarooth, Themis and Araldar, stood at the precipice of glory Themis, with the eyes of an hawk did scout Heloth the Unready, on watch Sarooth, cast in troll-touched shadow, hunted across the valley Araldar, from afar did survey and readied his bow But the winds of Orlanth did raged in Ofin the Rash The hero not yet mentioned then showed its mettle Hart, shadowcat and constant companion of Themis, was cast forward Heloth the Unready did spy the alynx and absorbed on it saw little else Two arrows then did Themis send, striking from Heloth’s grasp the warning horn From the shadow did Sarooth leap to subdue the indignant Sambari Ofin the Rash, short of thought but great of action, charged through the herd His howls caused the beasts to stamp their feet and lower heads Themis watched all with arrow nocked Araldar keeper of spirits, knew the cattle were troubled He called to Ofin to cease his foolish charge but Ofin was taken with storm Sarooth turned and commanded Ofin to stop but the wind kept blowing Themis, imbued with the spirit power of haste, took chase Heloth the Unready, ran but the stalking Hart had other plans The shadowcat, with the heart of a sabre-tooth, leapt at the fleeing Sambari Its claws ripping into vein and tendon, down the slope they rolled With its courage exhausted, Hart did pant Sarooth with blade flashing in the last light of day dropped Heloth As Heloth was bound he raged with shame and fury The storm maddened Ofin raised his spear to strike Heloth But Themis swift of foot tackled him and the storm passed Araldar saw from afar that a horde of Sambari approached Themis calling upon Foundchild gathered around him the fattest and best beasts* The heroes returned to their tula driving their prizes before them Their journey to the Hero Wars had begun *One of the beast that Foundchild gathered for Themis was Yornalis mother of a thousand white bulls. The cow Yornalis would be traded all across Colymar lands in the following years giving birth each season to a white bull – a great prize for any clan.
  13. Thanks for the update Jeff - I am sure it will be worth the wait...
  14. This is just a personal thing but back when I played as a teenager it was always set in Prax - so Sartar and Dragon Pass feels kinda fresh and new to me.
  15. Any update? Could not help feeling quite excited when we saw Jeff wave a copy around on the White Bull game online on Saturday...
  16. Hi tmanmerlin, I cannot be called a long time RQ player – although I played a lot of RQ2 in the early eighties. Back then the world of Glorantha was very mysterious for us, glimpsed only through tomes such as Cults of Prax and Terror. There was no internet back then and so the mantra YGMV was inherent in everyone’s game. RQ2 was great system and completely converted my friends and I from D&D. I am returning to role-playing and took the plunge a few months ago to learn the RQ:G. I am a couple of sessions into running my first campaign for… nearly 40 years! The rules are a little vague in places – but as others have said the new/revised/repurposed system works. Much of the system is still recognisable to me. The removal of a separate parry skill surprised me at first but now we are playing it doesn’t bother me a bit – and it is one less thing to track. I, and the players in the campaign I am running, really love the integration of family history and detail in adventurer creation – it has really sparked some excellent roleplay and character development. An added bonus is that all the work put into a character’s backstory can even continue after their death as there are usually several family members that can pick up from where the previous character left off. By far my favourite addition is the central role runes now have in the game – it is called RuneQuest after all! Rolling for inspiration from runes and passions really amp up the roleplaying and character immersion. You will find some discussion on how different groups use these on the forums here – I tend to let the players create a rationale on why such and such would inspire them and if it adds to the story them I allow it. I did create a simple A4 chart on the runes that the players have access to when deciding on inspiration. The spirit magic system is much improved over RQ2 (although I think these changes occurred in RQ3 – which I never owned or played). Separating magic points from POW definitely improves the previous magic system. Rune magic is completely different – it used to be quite rare and now is far more common. I suppose these powerful spells reflect the more powerful characters are in RQ:G over RQ2. The general ramping up of magic in the game system I think gives RQ:G as far more magical and heroic feel. That being said we are running Six Seasons in Sartar (from Jonstown Compendium) in which the characters start younger and with corresponding less abilities and skills. Sorcery was introduced in RQ3 so I have never used it – none of the current adventurers in our campaign have any so I am safely ignoring it for now. Overall I am very pleased with the latest version of RuneQuest – it has been fascinating returning to Glorantha and seen how it has grown and evolved. But best of all in our game last night when broos attacked the party and I threw the (virtual) dice, I felt the same excitement I did all those years ago sitting on the floor of my friend Greg’s sitting room trying to defend Gringles Pawnshop. Whatever flaws the game has those experiences are priceless… Rune Inspiration.pdf
  17. I imagine all the art for the two volume gods’ book will be the bottle neck for that product. Should be worth the wait though...
  18. This looks interesting - lots of good products in the pipeline. After the gods book and GM guide, the base system will be all set. We can look forward to this and the updated Prax book. It is a good time to get back into RuneQuest. Started my first RuneQuest game for 35+ years on Roll 20 last week - chatted and generated characters. All but one of the players is new to RuneQuest and Glorantha. All week players have been chatting online about their characters and family history - very immersive so far. This week the campaign proper will start...
  19. Of course, that is no problem and feel free to change any details.
  20. Hi, I am now just one hour away from GMing my first RuneQuest game since 1982! Very excited. I looked around and decided to use Six Seasons in Sartar available over at DrivethruRPG. The characters start just as they are entering adulthood in an Orlanthi tribe in Sartar. Very community based, the characters are not even initiates of any cult at start so do not have any magic. It seems a good way to ease the players and myself into the world of Glorantha.
  21. I continued the adventure a little more - chaotic possession and creepy baboon shaman included... Chaotic possession.pdf
  22. Thank you - It might have been - I was writing as I went and am sure I may have missed some things ...
  23. Thanks for the feedback everyone. lordabdul, I am pretty sure I missed and made some errors along the way. The Adventurers were from the website I listed so I should be able to track them down (https://www.cradleofheroes.net). The scorpion men I did not print off and they are generated randomly each time so would have to have a guess about them… I play mainly wargames such as Advanced Squad Leader and Star Fleet Battles but have a far more relaxed attitude to RPGs – I will never let the rules get in the way of a good story, and am therefore a little more lax in exact rule application The aim of the experience was to get a ‘flavour’ of how the system plays – but of course any errors I would be interested to correct. I will see if I can track down those stats tomorrow… Karlak, the scorpion men did have some strength bonuses but they were generated as ‘weakling’ strength from the website (https://basicroleplaying.net/rqg/adversaries/index.php) . The scorpion men did roll badly pretty much throughout the episode – which was a bit of a shame as I wanted to try out the healing rules. The rule about long-hafted or impaling weapon rule is still there but only appears to apply to a weapon when is causes a critical hit (p.200), but I maybe misunderstanding the rule or missed something - most likely
  24. Thanks Balakatun - looks like I now have enough online players to start my return to RuneQuest - I am very excited...
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