Chronicles of Yore: Song of Blades at Next Dimension Games

I seem to be developing a biannual tradition of shoving my poor blog under a rock and doing something else for a while. I think it might be part of a greater cosmic rythm in which I am helplessly enfolded. But now I'm back, I think. Merry Christmas.

Part of this return to blogging always involves going through the backlog of posts, several of which are batreps and AARs, that I couldn't bring myself to write (part of the reason the blog went dark in the first place), and that in the interrim have been swallowed in the mists of my less-than-perfect memory.

I'm calling these the Chronicles of Yore, and below is one such battle report from, I think, July. We had just discovered a wonderful little game store called Next Dimension Games, which was conveniently situated right along my commute from work. They had lots of gaming space, plenty of terrain, and friendly staff, and were, of course, defunct like two weeks later.

So enjoy some forgotten deeds from a land that is lost:

The puckish magician Glendywr had once more taken to trickery, stealing some arcane bauble from the Warder of Wyrd's purse o' gimcracks. Away he danced o'er the fields and into the lonesome fief.

So sent forth the sorcerer his nefarious clan to ride the hunchy-imp down. 

But to Glendywr's aid came a cadre of dark-livery'd knights.

Their liege had made pact with the stunted conjuror, offering amnesty in exchange for majicks most black.

Swift as night and dark as wind, these foul paladins swept the Fell Glendywr away.

The Fell Glendywr

Said Bilebroke, to his Cousin Snotspur, of the Fell Glendywr:

Thou dost belie him, Shmercy, thou dost belie him;
He never did encounter with Glendywr:
I tell thee,
He durst as well have met the devil alone
As Owyn Glendywr for an enemy.

Said the Fell Glendywr to Laird Bilebroke:

Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
To tell you once again that at my birth
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.

These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of common men.
And bring him out that is but woman's son
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
And hold me pace in deep experiments.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep;

Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command

The devil.

Hope you enjoyed that little bit of fluff, words courtesy of Wyllyame Shakkspyre. One of my favorite plays, that (I got to play Bolingbroke in college). Hence the hommage.

You should also know that I've posted the .xcf template file for these character cards. If you'd like to make your own, just click the link to download. These are editable in GIMP which is also free and available to download. I don't know if other editing software can do the same thing. If you'd like another format, then leave a comment below and I'll see what I can do.

Don't feel like commenting yourself? Command the devil to do it for you.