You and your mates are well past your prime, but you promised a lord a favor many years ago. Now, that lord's young son is calling in the marker. Can your elderly team succeed?
Description:
Lord Steuben’s young son, Wilmǣr, is correct: 27 years ago, you and your mates did promise Lord Steuben a favor in return for his helping you out of a . . . delicate . . . diplomatic situation. Wilmǣr is correct that, since his father never called in that debt, it passed to him on his father’s death. Wilmǣr is correct that you are honor-bound to answer his call for help.
And yet, you and your companions are not what you used to be. Age has stiffened the joints and slowed the reflexes. Time has dulled the finely honed weapons that you and your team once were. Sagar doesn’t remember half his spells anymore and some days forgets everyone’s name.
And yet, you made a promise. Sod it. You’ll do it. Could be fun. Or it could be violent death. Either way, it'll get you out of the house.
You and your mates are well past your prime, but you promised a lord a favor many years ago. Now, that lord's young son is calling in the marker. Can your elderly team succeed?
Description:
Lord Steuben’s young son, Wilmǣr, is correct: 27 years ago, you and your mates did promise Lord Steuben a favor in return for his helping you out of a . . . delicate . . . diplomatic situation. Wilmǣr is correct that, since his father never called in that debt, it passed to him on his father’s death. Wilmǣr is correct that you are honor-bound to answer his call for help.
And yet, you and your companions are not what you used to be. Age has stiffened the joints and slowed the reflexes. Time has dulled the finely honed weapons that you and your team once were. Sagar doesn’t remember half his spells anymore and some days forgets everyone’s name.
And yet, you made a promise. Sod it. You’ll do it. Could be fun. Or it could be violent death. Either way, it'll get you out of the house.
You and your mates are well past your prime, but you promised a lord a favor many years ago. Now, that lord's young son is calling in the marker. Can your elderly team succeed?
Description:
Lord Steuben’s young son, Wilmǣr, is correct: 27 years ago, you and your mates did promise Lord Steuben a favor in return for his helping you out of a . . . delicate . . . diplomatic situation. Wilmǣr is correct that, since his father never called in that debt, it passed to him on his father’s death. Wilmǣr is correct that you are honor-bound to answer his call for help.
And yet, you and your companions are not what you used to be. Age has stiffened the joints and slowed the reflexes. Time has dulled the finely honed weapons that you and your team once were. Sagar doesn’t remember half his spells anymore and some days forgets everyone’s name.
And yet, you made a promise. Sod it. You’ll do it. Could be fun. Or it could be violent death. Either way, it'll get you out of the house.
May 1862. Shiloh battlefield holds deadly secrets. Your group must find it. Secrets of unknown origin are there. Death is hiding for you all.
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May 1862. A month past The Battle of Shiloh. Central Tennessee. Union reports show Confederate troops entering the battlefield looking for something. There are either many of what they’re looking for, or they still haven’t found it. We do not know what it is. Your group has the authority to search the battlefield for whatever they seek. You will have unfettered access to the battlefield. The Confederate troops are very adept at sneaking away. So far none have been captured. These reports come from spies within the Army of Mississippi. Do well and there is ninety-day furlough in it for all of you. You’re looking for a needle in a haystack. The dead are still littered in many places across the area.
May 1862. Shiloh battlefield holds deadly secrets. Your group must find it. Secrets of unknown origin are there. Death is hiding for you all.
Description:
May 1862. A month past The Battle of Shiloh. Central Tennessee. Union reports show Confederate troops entering the battlefield looking for something. There are either many of what they’re looking for, or they still haven’t found it. We do not know what it is. Your group has the authority to search the battlefield for whatever they seek. You will have unfettered access to the battlefield. The Confederate troops are very adept at sneaking away. So far none have been captured. These reports come from spies within the Army of Mississippi. Do well and there is ninety-day furlough in it for all of you. You’re looking for a needle in a haystack. The dead are still littered in many places across the area.
May 1862. Shiloh battlefield holds deadly secrets. Your group must find it. Secrets of unknown origin are there. Death is hiding for you all.
Description:
May 1862. A month past The Battle of Shiloh. Central Tennessee. Union reports show Confederate troops entering the battlefield looking for something. There are either many of what they’re looking for, or they still haven’t found it. We do not know what it is. Your group has the authority to search the battlefield for whatever they seek. You will have unfettered access to the battlefield. The Confederate troops are very adept at sneaking away. So far none have been captured. These reports come from spies within the Army of Mississippi. Do well and there is ninety-day furlough in it for all of you. You’re looking for a needle in a haystack. The dead are still littered in many places across the area.
Mongo has been broken into the Moons of Mongo. Rumors swirl around Ming's return. You know the truth. Escape Ming's Fortress! Inform the Freemen! Find the Garrison and rescue the prisoners!
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The Focus has been shattered. Mongo is no longer a single world. Massive chunks of land float around each other bound by science verging on magic. The Kingdoms are now Moons of Mongo. And Flash is still missing.... or is he? Rumors swirl around Ming's return, his cruel insanity, and the strange mask he wears. You know the truth. You've glimpsed the secret behind that mask. Escape Ming's Fortress! Inform the Freemen! Find the Garrison and rescue the prisoners there! The future and freedom of Mongo depend on you!
Mongo has been broken into the Moons of Mongo. Rumors swirl around Ming's return. You know the truth. Escape Ming's Fortress! Inform the Freemen! Find the Garrison and rescue the prisoners!
Description:
The Focus has been shattered. Mongo is no longer a single world. Massive chunks of land float around each other bound by science verging on magic. The Kingdoms are now Moons of Mongo. And Flash is still missing.... or is he? Rumors swirl around Ming's return, his cruel insanity, and the strange mask he wears. You know the truth. You've glimpsed the secret behind that mask. Escape Ming's Fortress! Inform the Freemen! Find the Garrison and rescue the prisoners there! The future and freedom of Mongo depend on you!
Mongo has been broken into the Moons of Mongo. Rumors swirl around Ming's return. You know the truth. Escape Ming's Fortress! Inform the Freemen! Find the Garrison and rescue the prisoners!
Description:
The Focus has been shattered. Mongo is no longer a single world. Massive chunks of land float around each other bound by science verging on magic. The Kingdoms are now Moons of Mongo. And Flash is still missing.... or is he? Rumors swirl around Ming's return, his cruel insanity, and the strange mask he wears. You know the truth. You've glimpsed the secret behind that mask. Escape Ming's Fortress! Inform the Freemen! Find the Garrison and rescue the prisoners there! The future and freedom of Mongo depend on you!
ADVENTURERS WANTED
Couriers to retrieve and transport package.
High risk; high reward.
No questions asked.
Knock to inquire.
Description:
He was a wizard. Nobody recollects else. The elders say — in hushed tones after glancing over their shoulders — he arrived one fall morning nigh forty years back. He spoke nary a word and strode with purpose, oblivious to the villagers’ gawping. The light of the next dawn revealed a stone tower erected in Gorin Cowherd’s western field. Gorin did not make a fuss. He simply shook his head and moved his cows to another field. Wizard, after all. As the months and years passed, Gorin mustered the courage to return to the field and graze his cows in the shadow of the tower. The wizard was not seen again and the tower has been silent. Life moved on. Three days ago, an Adventurers Wanted posting appeared on the tower’s door. Since Gorin’s boy, Joris, first noticed the note, a crowd of trepidatious door knocking adventurers has grown around the base of the tower. Gorin, again, didn't make a fuss.