With Great Power Comes Great Destruction Winter, IC 2303-4; Somewhere underground in northern Tilea The Clan Skryre emissary was a particularly unimpressive specimen, more like a menial lackey than the sort of skaven likely to be granted an audience with a Grey Seer. This was, however, no surprise, as the engineers of Clan Skryre were […]Read More Tilea Campaign, Part 28
Winter, IC 2403-4 South of the river Tarano, near the Bridge of Pontremola A Conversation “How are the works coming on?” asked Chimento Gagliardi, Lord Alessio’s chief clerk. The siege master Guccio de Ieroldis looked up from the little book he had been studying, in which his predecessor had recorded all sorts of useful advice […]Read More How to Fortify Against Death Itself?
An Alley, Somewhere in Tilea, Winter, IC 2403-4 Baldassarr had known the meeting would not be pleasant. He had never heard anything good about the ratto uomo, only that they were foul, lice-ridden creatures, with invariably murderous intent. Yet despite the fear and disgust he knew he would most likely experience, he was sufficiently desperate […]Read More New Friends and no Rest for the Wicked
How Not to Save a King! (A dramatised Battle Report) Winter 2403-4, North-East of Aversa It was a crisply cold day when the Sartosan fleet’s army arrived before the Luccinans’ fortified camp in the rolling hills where the westernmost reaches of Sussurio Forest peter out. Admiral Volker’s entire strength was not present, for he had […]Read More Tilea Campaign, Part 27
Leaving Luccini, Again! Winter IC2493-4 Captain Anssem Van Baas had made his way up to the roof of the building where he, his sea artists and officers were lodged, to watch the rest of the Sartosan army as it marched from the city. His bosun, Moukib Brahimi, having just returned from the ship after overseeing […]Read More How Not to Save a King: Prequel
Before the Walls of Pavona, Winter IC 2403-4 “Still hungry?” asked Jorien absently as he picked at a spot of rust in his handgun’s pan. Nikolaas groaned. “Please, not again,” he said. “It’s not funny anymore.” “I never said it was. But at least it was a new joke when I first said it.” “What?” […]Read More By Your Leave
Back Again! Luccini, Very late Autumn 2403 This was the second time young King Ferronso had to return to his city in shame. It seemed strange to him to suffer the ignominy twice, but such was his life recently! Nothing was going right for him. Once again, the sky was darkening angrily as a storm […]Read More Tilea Campaign Part 26
Note: This little story was originally drafted by the player who commands Portomaggiore, which is only fitting as it involves a conversation between his own Player Character, Lord Alessio Falconi, and his closest adviser (an NPC). It was then re-written by me to better fit the campaign’s ‘writing style’ (i.e. my writing style). Much was […]Read More Bloody Guidobaldo!
Autumn, 2403 continued In the central parts of the peninsula, war had wracked the realms as would a violent storm or a great wave washing back and forth repeatedly, wrecking all in its path with each passage. The city of Trantio, ravaged by the War of the Princes, wasted by the plundering progress of Boulderguts’ […]Read More Another excerpt from Bonacorso Fidelibus’s work: “The Many Wars of the Early 25th Century”
Autumn, 2403 Despite the hopes raised by the crushing victories achieved in the realm of Trantio, first at the necropolis valley of Norochia and then further north in the Trantine hills, as well as the news of the ogre tyrant Razger Bouldergut’s departure through the mountainous pass of the Via Nano into the Border Princes, […]Read More An excerpt from Bonacorso Fidelibus’s work: “The Many Wars of the Early 25th Century”