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Somewhere Else 

The mourn stood before the prison….her skin tingling from the power seething within the wards…..
Her companion…a drough…let out a tight held breath…
“That is a lot of power….are you sure this is wise….?”
The mourn’s eyes were gleaming with insanity…”…you wanted help Death Cult…..you are getting it….you want revenge…this is it….its to late ….we are committed…..”
She drew upon the innate force bound within her ancient spear….then
Thrust its flint tip through the drough’s throat…
It gargled through the ruin of its wound
The mourn….sneered…..”old.magic…demands sacrifice…you are it….”
The hand collapsed….blood pooling….then…seeping in a crimson stream towards the wards…..
Which began to pulse….and pulse and pulse…

Along with his fading heartbeats
Then stopped
The wards burst open …in a ubernatural throb of released rage…hurling the mourn fifty feet and reducing her weapon to componant molecules….
Shadows….moved beyond….slim…tall….eyes pools of liquid darkness…
They killed the mourn….it took a while as they flenced her body …mind and soul….
Then..opened a portal….and left…..their dark magic…..chittering…in their wake


Ritualism: Duncan’s Grand Ritual Restoration

Smoke bellowed from the tallest chimneys. Acrid, full of metal particles. The smell, that of burnt flesh reveals the inhumanity of what fuelled the fires.

The ubernatural powers swelled, as Duncan stood within his circle. Finely crafted and tuned for this purpose. Surrounded by mirrors, Duncan stepped out from behind one to face himself. And then, another, and another. Twelve spoke first.

“We stand here, on the turn of history. For it has always been said, I would save the world.”

He pulled back the sheet covering a box in the centre of the circle. A coffin.

The doors to the silo sealed, pushed shut by gears the size of horses and mechanical arms with nails the length of swords. An ethereal glow seeped from the edges, and the sound of mirrors shattering, one by one echoed.

Hours later, the doors reopen with a gasp of air and a release of power. Duncan strides forth, slightly trailing him, another figure

“… prepared with the correct trappings, the first ritual can be enacted”

“I hope you remember your part, we begin tonight”

Three humanoids crawling on all fours scuttle into the Ritual Chamber, the sounds of crunching glass as they move and scrape their limbs. Twelve bodies, so alike.

Duncan and Michale walk into the transport circle

“Come Michale, we have only just started”


Sgt Paul Smaller. 13th Scout Eagles

His retirement wasn’t going well. Never did for the veterans really. Pulled back into service for a good wage. He was getting old. He hated it, even though all he had to do was walk the edge of The Jute and report back.

But today, his walk takes a little longer. He can feel the prickle of its ancient power pulling at his magic. He kisses his focus, an old wedding ring and the feeling subsides. Odd, usually only happens when much closer. He gives it no 2nd thought, until he sees the clouds of smoke.





Toby Smythe was doing his rounds as usual. Sweep the circle, clear away the burnt down candles and wash the blood. Picking up the last shreds of a torn robe, he felt a tug. He instinctively felt out to the circle to ensure that all the power had gone. It had, all of it. It felt empty and his stomach sank. If the Cardinal should find out the all the sacrifices had not repowered the circle, then the ritualists would be flayed. But as soon as it had gone, it was back.

Stepping out of the circle he almost tripped on nothing, as if something was just off from where it should be. Curious he reaches out again, sensing the circle. Striking, not pantheon. This would need reporting to the Cardinal, Toby knew he would get whipped for this.


Current System Effect
All circles briefly stopped working. During this time, their alignments have been restored to how they were crafted. All ritual circles are now aligned to one or more of the schools of ritualism. Over time, this may change but it will be due to IC actions.

You are also now unable to use power to increase RP in a ritual. This includes sacrificing items etc. They will still be taken into account for the performance score.

The Tome of Magic has been updated to reflect this as a fundamental change.


A Letter from the Mayor

*As the sun sets and the moon rises a man with blonde hair in a black cape and mask is seen darting around the streets dropping letters through the doors of every Stormguard hero and with every delivery he shouts ‘na na na na DOUGMAN!” 
The letter is as follows:*
My fellow Stormguardians,
As you may already know, we have been invited to Ravnhjem.  With the imperials outside Stormguard combined with the militia and Sunwolves protecting our hold, I believe we may visit this place together. Our beloved Manny has confirmed that travelling to this place is safe and these people mean us no harm.
At this time, making allies is crucial and with the amount of craftsmen and alchemists thriving in Stormguard, it is quintessential that we open new trade routes.  As this is new unexplored land for us, we have a chance to discover new materials and artifacts that could help our hold develop and evolve. 
There are many among you with a wide variety of skills and knowledge. We will be looking for everyone’s opinions and informed conclusions on whether they believe an alliance with these folk will benefit our home and the people who live in it.
I have been guaranteed that we will have free and safe passage to and from Ravnhjem by the Jarl.
If any of you, my brothers and sisters have any issues or worries, you are more than welcome to come and knock on my door.
Your Heart,
Mayor Noah

The Utter North

Utter North

They ran

The blood of their enemies fresh on their blades

The raucous calls of the corrupted gretch echoed about them

Black bone arrows skirled through the air striking boulders

Bouncing from their battered armour

Once lanced through Keris’ thigh

She grunted and fell

Ragnar stopped

Stood over her as she ripped the barbed missile from her flesh

The first demon touched rounded the bend in the ravine

And died

The barbarian’s sword cleaving off its head

The second

Thrust through

It fell screaming in pain


Keris shouted to her mate

Her spells and knit her wound into a ragged scar

They sprinted for the circle

Widows peak

The spirits of their tribe warded them against the death haunt guarding

The witch way

The gretch screamed their frustrated cries

Ragnar stopped within the skulls that marked out the circles circumference

Shouted to the gods of the steppes to seal them from harm

Arrows and darts bounced from his hastily erected ward

“Where!  Go where?” The shameness spat in all directions to grant them luck in travel

Cut her palm thrust it into Ragnar’s face for him to taste their bond

He wracked his brain

Where was safe

The south!

A place he had heard of a trapper told of

A fortress paved in gold


They vanished

The gretch eyes blood red and hate filled loped away

Dragging their dead

The  hunt had made them hungry

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