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Wednesday, 8 February 2017

The Lost Tables

Diseases and Afflictions.

Reawakened by Havard's discussion on Piazza (Diseases & Afflictions) about Diseases on Mystara, I plunged into my old compilation sources and I found all you dared to  inquire about Mystara diseases and Afflictions but were also afraid to Ask.

Here the PDF with all diseases and how to use them, how to find them, how to treat them, how to heal them, how to fear them, how to learn by them. All the spells from Cure Light Wounds to Raise Dead explained in detail and expanded on detail. How do you heal specific wounds. What skills might be useful. What equipment do I need to survive a wound or affliction.etc. etc.

Without further ado, here is another of my compilation books set for Dungeons & Dragons on the World of Mystara.

Enjoy in Horror.

Beware...diseases in the game are an important game mechanic, which can have great effects of learning, but may also if misunderstood, enable loss of game fun....and that is the reason why a good DM explains why it exists, and how players (and the DM of course ;) ) have to tackle with it.

11-07-2017; Link is restored, sorry for the confusion

Thursday, 17 November 2016

The Wonderful World of Mystara

A Manuscript about the Natural Magical World of Mystara

Chapter 7

A Moment of gentle Seduction in orgiastic frenzy

As penned down by Separim Longstrider
Darokin Province of Inlashar 1014 AC, 4th  Yarthmont
After a night of gratifying results…ahem…I awoke.  The blankets just covered me, and my companion was just preparing to don his last boot. My nails raked his still bare back, and he turned around. Instantly I was shocked…he did not look like he did the night before, the same features, but more gruff, dirty and …older…and his muscular lower body had been replaced by a floppy belly. Even his voice was broken and crooked, when he gently tried to ask if I desired bread and milk for breakfast. That was one thing that did not change his personality, and demeanour.  Yet somehow I did not notice how simpleminded he actually was…a local farmer. How could I…What did happen…what had happened.  When he departed for getting breakfast, in his friendly mood, I got dressed. I ventured outside, and noticed that the village of Estobrun was a village as any other local in the region, gone was the beauty, the radiance, gone was the aura of pleasantness. It was a boring village like any other, and the people within were similar. We were the exception, clean, reasonably young and attractive to some point we all were. To the locals at least, turned to my Book of Leaves and opened the Divination chapter. Rapidly memorizing several divination spells, as due the sleep all my spells had gone. (1)
“Sorry Milady” here’s bread and milk as promised”. The voice of the man was still gruff, but his intentions were gentile, …and I did sleep with him tonight. “Thank you…sorry I do not know your name?” “Neither do I know yours Milady, even though…we…eh…did …eh… spend the night together. I must apologize; this is not my normal behaviour. I truly hope you are not offended, and I am willing to undo any harm I can undo and help where ever I can, and…” Here I stopped the poor fellow with his rapid apologies, with a simple shhh.” It is not your fault”…and cast a spell of Detect Magic. My eyes blinked as normal, and my vision revealed all magic in the familiar blueish glow, unless covered. We both bore a cloud of dissipating magic, so magic of Thought it must have been, maybe a charm spell of some kind. It was dissipating, thus had no more effect, maybe it had some illusionary effect too, but that’s thought magic too. I saw the glint of a simple protection ring on the man, but he further had no ambient magic or any residue other than what we both had. We were both victimized by this spell. “Wait a moment here,…please” I gestured to the man while moving outside. It was a clouded day, not warm, not cold, and actually normal to the season. I wandered a bit around, and saw faint residue of the same cloudy aura on any person or animal in the area, and evaporating traces in the air. Whatever this spell was, it was much stronger than a simple Charm spell. It had affected the whole village, and turned all within to an ecstatic orgy of wild sexual desire. Some people were bickering, not content what they had done, some did the same wanting more. All bore the same traces of magic….the spell could have ended only some time ago. As I moved around I saw Straddle and Salechaam bearing the same aura. They seemed to be content by what happened, seeing no apparent difference between the last night and now, they happily greeted and send their happy companions away. Gaston did not bear the residue…could he…Before I could finish my sentence in my thought, he looked upon me. “Twuly,…?” frowning his thick brows. I did not know if he reacted upon my thought or that I was looking through a divining spell. “Stwange night tonight, stwange effects, don’t you agwee Sepawim?”
“Yes, absolutely” I responded while still looking around. The aura seemed to originate from the area where we entered the village. “Do you have magic available?” I requested. “Yes, I have not slept so all spells awe still within.” Together we moved towards the gate, noticing our searching movement, Straddle and Salechaam followed, bearing Row the dog with them. “Here the spell is cast, and it did affect all within a hundred feet or so” I spoke out loud when I noticed the residue spark of the spell. “I think the caster was about 5’high as the gesture spark is just at 3.5’.” Row suddenly started barking. Salechaam instantly responded “Fetch”, and released the loop which held him. The dog spurred forward, and attacked something on a small hill, 50 yards or so away. Words were spoken and some shrieking, attempts at spell casting, but the trained dog’s attacks were so rapid each spell was disturbed. Within the ruckus a maiden appeared, stunningly beautiful, but now bearing several scratch and bite marks. Row had toppled the girl and was standing on all fours over the young girl, his jaws above the throat, saliva dripping down from upturned lips. “Halt” was all needed by Salechaam to stop the attack. 
Gaston grabbed the girl by her arm; “Who awe you and what magic did you cast?” Straddle increased the threat, by yelling “Or we will not heal your wounds”.  The girl bursted out in tears, and was unable to respond. Gaston cast a decreased web spell to bind the girl. (2) And we moved here to the centre of the village. Soon the whole population was attending. Then together with Pernicus the Village leader/elder we started to interrogate the girl, for it seemed that she was either responsible for the effects of last night, or part of it. At first all she could do was whine and snotter, until Salechaam brazed his voice to a heavier tone, and ordered answers. Instantly she fell silent. Some men and women found Salechaam a brute, gruff, and unfriendly, but it seemed that this was a side effect of the ambient magic she carried, for as she stood up, to view around, she fell, still bound by the web, into the mud. Instantly everybody thought she was the one responsible.
“Who are you?” Straddle requested. “Melissa, my name is Melissa Alkesander” was a soft, sad, response. “What magic did you use upon us?” Gaston asked in a softer tone, like a father uses on his faulty daughter, but this was rapidly followed by Salechaam ordering “And speak the Truth, our mage has a detect lie active, and we will throw you in the brig when you lie!!” Timidly she responded; “Actually several spells…”. “Speak up, which spells!!” Salechaam thundered. “Several Skank Spells….. But there was something wrong, I could not stop casting the spell, even when I was out of my normal limit of spell capability”. 

”SPELLLOCK” Gaston replied “You’ve been Telepowted ow something?” “Yes, I was in the mansion of Senator Serpetius Asbestos trying to make my earnings”. “You mean theft…” Straddle responded “…for you were invisible.” “Ehh…yes” was the soft reply. “So you’ve been caught red-handed” Salechaam thundered with a smile as wide his beard could carry. “I suppose that happened last night, somewhewe awound the time we awwiwed in this settlement?” “I am really sorry, I am not an evil girl, I am just a…” “Seductress” Straddle interrupted. Shamefully she looked up “Yes…I am a Seductress” (4)

“Where ya from” Pernicus the village Elder requested. “I am from Armstead, a small town in Darokin, I was captured some years ago, sold as a slave in Ylaruam, and the only way for me to escape this predicament was to learn the craft of Seductress. A local lady Ishya helped me in this, and that’s how I escaped and ended up in Thyatis. I am not a very powerful or experienced caster, so the senator’s mage detected me casting Skank while invisible in an attempt to get the guard distracted and I could escape”. 
“Hmm nice idea, failed though miserably” Straddle reacted admiringly. “I knew there’s something of a thief in you…” Salechaam instigated agitation. “SILENCE!!” 
Gaston ordered. “So you awe belonging to the weakest mage class existing and you claim twying to escape a theft attempt. You can pwove this if you show what you stole!!” “Empty her Pockets” the dwarf ordered. Pernicus send the smith, a tall muscular man, to search her coat, for pockets, not forgetting the belt, and boots. A scroll with seal, and a small blue velvet spellbook, a slice of tack, some silver pieces and a hoof of a mountain goat came forth.  
Gaston investigated. “Is youw Detect Magic spell still active Sepawim/…Then please take a look”. ”Only the hoof and the spell book have remnants of ambient magic upon it. The hoof sheds Matter magic, while the book sheds minute traces of Thought magic.” Gaston opened the scroll and broke the seal with a snap. 
“Hmmm.” he pondered and with a simple scorch spell burned the scroll. The girl cried “Nook!!!” “What you said is the truth Melissa, but the scowl is not the one you needed. You stole the wrong one.” “Noo, no no…” was all she said. “Pewnicus”. “Yes master”. “Please wash and dwess the giwl and then wetuwn hewe to me with hew…no violence and some decency please, she is ouw guest…fow the time being”. “Yes Sir” and with the smith and some women they went in the washhall where the women normally do laundry. “Out, out“ the women pushed the men away, “Now it’s our work. No need for eyes of desire and lust.”
The Discovery crew convened, investigating the items. “What was on the scroll Gaston? Straddle requested. “Nothing impowtant fow us to know. If the giwl wetuwns bwing hew to me. I have to memowize my spells”, and went into the wagon. Straddle looked upon the ashes…”Nothing to learn from that thus”. “Look at these spells” I responded; “See these names? Yemelat's Orgiastic Frenzy, Seduction, Charm  Man, De Grass Pilfering Fingers. I’ve even never heard of these spells. And they aren’t even written in mage script, so each mage could read them”. Salechaam tore the booklet from my fingers…: “There are only scribbles within, no letters or runes or such”. “Hmmm, apparently the ambient magic reveals itself on specific conditions, either the Detect Magic, or the fact that I can cast magic must be the key” 
“Hi…” a timid female voice broke my thoughts. “Here she is heroes. Clean as a whistle” It was Pernicus with the girl, and several gleaning men behind them. The girl was gorgeous, decently dressed, but this could not cover her well developed figure. I ordered the men to return to their daily duties while we were to bring Melissa to Gaston. Tapping on the wood of the wagon to call Gaston, he soon came out. “Ah, you’ave hew weady” “Now Melissa, listen cleawly. You can’t stay hewe in da wildewness. This be no place fow a city giwl like you. I’ll cast a spell to bwing you to Cowunglain, ow at least neaw to it. Thewe you can find youw way and fweedom”. “But the scwoll…”. “You do not need it, you do not even need to know its contents”. So pwepawe, Hewe awe youw items, say goodby, and entew youw fwee life…thewe”. Melissa stood up;”Thank you for your kindness, all of you. I will not forget this”. “Neither will we” mumbled many men, pinched in the side by their women. “Middle fingew taught, index fingew cwooked,  waving the stweam of an accolade, my mind set up, To Cowunglain you go” With these words following the vibrant tunes of magic, were weaved, a circle of magic runes was shortly visible around Melissa, and before the round was past the spell was finished. With a silent plop, she disappeared instantly.
North of Corunglain, Mellisa did appear near the farm Gaston so liked (see chapter1). Indeed only a short distance from the city. “Thank you friends, truly thank you. I will not forget this”. She opened here booklet and began memorizing her spells. The first she cast was a Balance spell, using the hoof as focus component. Then she made small steps over the rocks in the brook, despite her high heels, and walked into the city, free.


While the Discovery left the hamlet of Estobrun. Gaston bore the reins. Straddle next to him. “Gaston? What was written on the scroll?” “A wawning my fwiend, a wawning to us all. The Iwon Wing is meddling again in the affaiws of nowmal men.” “The Iron Ring?” “Yes, sowwy to say that, but as she’s telepowted hewe, the castew must be familiaw with the wegion, and the sole weason, today is us…ouw voyage!!” “Damn…” was all Straddle could say. He looked around, his eyes met the dog walking beside the Discovery. The wagon slowly continued over the trail through the region of Magyar Orzag.

1). Important notice; Spells of magical or clerical origin are stored in the mind of the caster until used. However; when the caster loses consciousness or falls asleep, all spells are lost. This means danger to any caster, because if he/she loses consciousness, he can’t bring any spell out. This is the reason most experienced casters have, several scrolls, rings, staffs or other items able to be used when no magic is memorized or stored within the brain.
Spell storage (Int/Wis); High-level casters can however, learn a specific skill which enables them to memorize one spell for each intelligence bonus (Wisdom for Clerical classes) even while losing consciousness. This skill can only be learned if the caster is able to cast 5th level magic. The skill adds 10 minutes (1 Turn) to the memorization/praying time to acquire the spells, and the caster chooses which spells will be stored. If the spells are cast prematurely, or the caster is subjected to forget spells, Anti Magic, severe brain damage or similar before the loss of consciousness appears, they will NOT be available. The caster must roll his skill check to this ability, and if successful the spells chosen will be available instantly when the caster awakes from sleep or resumes consciousness as if still memorized. Nothing changed to the spells. If not successful, the spells will be gone as normal. The skill can be learned from any with this skill, and needs a free skill slot as per skill rules from the D&D Rules Cyclopedia pages 81-86. The caster is unaware if his skill use is successful or not until he/she awakes. The first time the skill is learned it has a value of 8+1d4, but never more than the current intelligence (or wisdom if clerical) of the caster. This can be increased by learning from another teacher later, but is never higher than the value of that teacher. Casters able to use clerical AND magical spells must choose before which type of spells, and the skill will be based on that type alone.

2). A caster is always able to reduce the effects of any spell he or she is casting, on a successful ability check (Mages; intelligence, Clerics; Wisdom). As some spells have random effects, the reduction will be counted from there. Mostly a caster decreases distance, area of effect, or the final effect. However, the whole spell is used, however small the effect is. This ability does not affect the spell in any other way and normal saving throws do apply. A web spell for example does normally cover an area of 10 feet, with this reduction, it could be used to bind a person.

3). Spelllock. This severe handicap occurs on a magic user of any class which is severely disturbed in casting a spell. The handicap causes the same spell to be cast continuously, thereby draining the caster of all available magic, including items. Artifacts will be nullified for a week at most, but each spell cast drains that amount of spell levels, charges or HD from the items until there is no more magic. Continuous or temporary effects are exempted (example; Bless, Invisibility). If the caster happens to be in an area with magic nearby, the handicap will continue until that magic is empty/suppressed too. This includes all magic items within 10 feet.
This severe condition only happens to those casters who are subjected to a transportation spell of any sort while casting the spell that is repeated by the effect, and failing an intelligence check. The caster will still be transported, but then the handicap will be released. Non magic users and clerics of any kind will not be affected, but could be affected by the magic drain caused by a caster suffering this handicap.

4). Seducer class is a mixture of Darokin Merchant (of which they use several spells), Mage and Thief, where the goods are the service of the Seducer. To know more about the seductress class download the PDF with all class info and special spells Here.

Warning; this is adult material. Do not use this class in a way children learn wrong things. Even if though this is a game, women, even those of the craft, earn our respect, for if it were not for them, many more women would be victimized by the lust of others. 
The class is meant to fill in the niche of womanizer or desirable woman like as presented in many movies. Not to incite indecent behaviour. Cases of sex are therefore best NOT detailed, just mentioned, nothing more. This way some eroticism can enter the game and keep it respectfully to all.

We are all adults; let’s behave like adults, with fun and respect
A very nice miniature can be found here;  Seductress

Earlier chapters;
Geomorphological History of the Broken Lands 1

Following Chapters;

Monday, 7 November 2016

Glantrian/Darokinian Map sections

As  the  Broken Lands 1-mile-hex-map-eastern-half and the Western halves(yes Halves!!.. both and before Meteor Impact) , reaches its final end, the border regions of Other nations covered in this map have to have their details displayed too

As thus here a list of the sections covered by the map. Each Link will give information and the map accompanying it, and maybe some additional links.


Free Province of Nyra
With updated map

Erewan, Principality of Glantri

Erendyl as per Micky

Belcadiz, Principality of Glantri
Most of the country is displayed, except the most norther part, which fell just beyond the border of the Broken Lands 1 mile map.

De Glace, Free Province of Glantri
Hightower, Principality of Glantri




Ardelphia city

The Following to this will be added later but aren't finished yet. So keep an eye open!!
Eastern section of Caurenze and the region between Caurenze and Blackhill

Thursday, 27 October 2016

1 Mile Hex map

Eastern Half of the Broken Lands

This map is based on the canon maps of the Broken Lands of Mystara. 
all canon and fanon information I could compile about the region.

Compiled and written
By Robin D.(Thats me ;) )

With the help of;

Geoff Gander/Seer of Yogh
John Calvin
Thorfinn Tait
And some others on “The Piazza”
And Information on “Pandius”

For more information,  read; 

As their seems to be some problems in displaying this map on my deviantart page where I normally post my maps, this is my first attempt posting it in my Blog

This is the map of the Eastern half of the Broken Lands. 
Both of the Western half of the map will follow (Before and after Meteor impact)...
This Eastern half works for both periods as there were nogreat changes here within this timeframe.
Some minor tweaking of the map may be added, but these will be mentioned here.
without further ado here the map itself

4880 x 5600 = 17.7 MB
05-11-2016 The map has been slightly updated, there was an altitude flaw on the borders of the former Erewan Lake in the free province if Nyra and some tags weren't placed. (NW corner of map).
For those who already downloaded it only the new version is now here.
Download link here; Broken Lands 1 mile Hex Download

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

The Wonderful World of Mystara

A Manuscript about the Natural Magical World of Mystara

Chapter 6

Venturing in the Black Hills

As penned down by Separim Longstrider
Darokin Province of Inlashar 1014 AC, 3rd Yarthmont
After several confusing transcripts, it is my blessed turn to tell the fortuitous readers of our splendid exploration of the wilderness areas of the Known World.
This night we heard the vague story of the hero Ugleton. The name does not provide any more hints, and actually we did not need to know. All we could be certain was to be aware in the lands in front of us. The Emyn Mon or Black Hills as the Humans call this area. Actually a series of hills and pushed up ground, eroded by time and weather, with several layers of volcanic ash from the Twin Volcanoes in between. The ground is very fertile, but the combination of Pine trees and volcanic ash discoloured the waters here. It is due this disturbing fact we call this area The Emyn Mon or Black Hills. Several springs find their origin here converging in the Celon Morgulduin or Blackwater River. Further to the North East there are Nen Morgulduin, which further downstream becomes Wente Morgulduin, and the Bambra Brook. All these streams eventually merge with the Blackwater River entering the Canolbarth. But even here we can see the devastating effects what the foul Shadow Elves have done to our beloved Canolbarth. With their evil magic they changed the trees, stopped the magic, and with that changed the weather patterns. In all our horror, we see the forest slowly dying, and the hills becoming dryer as less precipitation falls. The Black Hills suffer the same, but seem to attract some rain due the static energies from the Twin Volcanoes…every eruption is followed by a local rain it seems. This instantly spreads the fertile ash, and keeps the area from drying out. Yet even here the reduction in precipitation can be seen…The tops of the pines show more brown twigs and dead branches, and more dead trees can be found within these woods.
Who knows what the future will bring, can this area survive on its own? Will the Canolbarth be saved?
Who knows…I do not. And though the pain in my soul burns brightly of this vile Shadow Elven act, I have to continue, explore the world.
Back to the Night. The stars were brightly in the clear evening sky, and while my guard duty entered I saw the various star signs. (DM's Here is more on Mystara Astrology)
Today the Fenumëlaewcari or the Hydra was best visible. One could even see the slim belt of Rocks where once Damocles was. Like the last year many small falling stars lit up the sky, their traces all from the same origin. Then some of the stars were blocked as something large flew over. The size of it deemed it to be a Dragon. That is something new. As far as we Elves know there does not live a dragon in this area, maybe it came here due the changes in the environment…again more evil brought in by those vile Shadow elves. The dark shadow went north…our direction. I decide not to inform the others, it is not their best to become anxious and change their course. We must learn more about this area, and although many elves accompanied the few caravans traversing this alternate route to Ethengar (instead going through the Broken Lands infested with Humanoids), our exact knowledge is limited. If we truly intend to re-conquer Our Canolbarth we must learn to know the current areas around it in the best detail. The dragon, or whatever it was is no more visible. The sky betrays a clear day tomorrow. 4 hours have passed, My guard duty is over, the Hin Straddle Leafboots takes over.

Darokin Province of Inlashar 1014 AC, 4th Yarthmont
A coldwater shower, refreshed my aching muscles, and removed the dirt of the day before. I must be prepared to moments where I can’t clean myself. A dwarf does not seem to wash itself, the Hin does not care if it does or not, and the human does do so only in the human locales. My delicate nose is not used to the stench of all that sweat. Luckily we follow water thus far, and the streams go in our direction. A breakfast from the friendly farmers prepares us for the day. Berries and Salad…they still do know how to treat an elf, even though we aren’t their neighbours anymore. The others think they are carnivores and mistreat their bellies with bacon, beans and eggs. Another hour of informative discussion passes with Gaston and the Farmers…to learn what can be expected.
Then we finally leave “At Eylial”. After about three miles we use a ford to cross the Blackwater River, and arrive on the safer Eastern side. Here the train continues through the Pine forest
The trail also goes here towards a similar barn conglomeration as last night, this one is named Komkommer, and like “At Eylial” on the other side of the river is an old ruin of a former village of the Inlashar named Artil. Though we did see several centaurs from a distance gleaning upon us, we made no real encounters. Their muscular bodies soon disappeared again between the pines.
A single abandoned farm reveals the strenuous feeling in the area. It may be due the humanoids, the volcano or the recent skirmishes, or even the change of the region. It is a pity to see all change. And though we Elves love change, this kind we do not respect as part of Nature. In the early afternoon we arrived at Komkommer. Indeed a farmer settlement, somewhat larger than “At Eylial” with 6 or seven farms. And importantly, not a palisade is used here, but Thorn bushes and slanted pikes as defence. There are several farms, mostly beans and cabbage, and some sheep and cattle. The ruins of Artil on the other side bear a Humanoid flag; Kobolds, apparently they control the other side of the river. But no kobolds can be seen, and from the local Farmers we hear, that they indeed take not much interest in this section of the wood. There are however several Kobold settlements to the west; Camp Cold Water, Camp Waarp Camp Papyrus and even two Kobold villages Koltes and Kolera.
The reason according to the farmers is the areas with larger and darker pines, known as the Whispering trees, more they could (or would) not say. Now that is something I am curious at…would Treants life in the area, or is it something else. It does not seem to be Treants, as the nature is not as abundant as normally when they have settled and control the forest, but maybe they are a recent addition to the region.
After some communication between the farmers we decided to continue our voyage, trying to reach the Hamlet of Estobrun somewhere just after or before Nightfall. Salechaam bought a pig with a broken leg, grinning from ear to ear, the brute probably intents to kill, prepare and devour it later.
Soon the few farms we leave behind, the trail continuous in a region known to the Locals as Maghyar Orzag. A name originating from the Old Inlashar era, when this section was the last province to be abandoned by the Inlashar so long ago.
In the late afternoon, while following the trail up in the hills, going slowly but clearly higher (The magic altimeter of Gaston gives an altitude of 1490’above sea level) we are halted by a small group of Centaurs. Their leader comes forth while at least seven other Centaurs have encircled us, and bow ready. “Who are you, and why do you go here” he speaks in Elvish first and repeats in Thyatian. “Sepawim?” Gaston beckons me. I dismount from the wagon, and step forward, my weapons still at my belt and shoulder. I see the wonderful muscular body of the leader if front of me, his chest a sixpack chest above a lower musled V, and a face, faintly elfish in appearance with dark brown hair maned over its neck and back to where his horse section begins. His warm and astounding beautiful face looks stringent and tenacious. 

His beautiful face…Breaking from my beginning fantasies…I hesitatingly respond in Elvish; “I…I am Separim Longstride. We are travellers, explorers of the world to say, and follow this trail to the Ethengar Khanates.” “So you do NOT desire to quest or battle in this region?” “No, we do not desire to do battle, other than to defend ourselves, and though we are interested in the area, its population, and vegetation, we have no real goal here other than to learn” “Then, trusting the words of an honourable Elf, Separim Longstride, I Pernicus, Troop leader of the Adanrohir allow you to continue. But beware, we do keep an eye out to all who pass. We do not want to have war here, or vile craves for magic items.” “I only, honourably can tell you Proud Pernicus, that we are not interested in these.” With that sentence Pernicus raised his right arm, the centaurs regrouped behind him; “I wish you well on your exploration Separim and companions. If you are true in your words you will find no hinder from us or the humans living here, but be aware the region has its own dangers, you must learn by yourself.” With these words he turned and with several long strides I saw his muscular back, partially covered by the glistening dark-brown hair and mane disappears. His strong behind bore a similar dark brown tail, but had a large scar on the right cheek…”Come on Separim…stop dreaming”…, Salechaam teasingly spurred me back to reality “…we are waiting for you”
Without a word I climbed back on the wagon, stroked the dogs face gently, looked up into Salechaams face, and although I desired to verbally lunge out to this emotionless dwarf, I turned, took the reins from Gaston and continued our voyage…without a word.     But what a beautiful Centaur specimen Pernicus is…brrr.

The trail continues through the woods, the strong scent of the pines is relaxing. Birds sing and some deer burl further away. Their mating season has started. While in this long section, the creeks parted away from us, they come now nearer again, the more Northeast we go. Then another scent, burning wood reveals we are near a settlement. And indeed in the last rays of the Sun we see a small settlement, protected by a palisade wall and thorned hills around the farms; The Hamlet of Estobrun. Again we are welcomed, the humans here rarely receive visitors, as the alternative trail, is not used as much as it could be. Straddle explains that if we explore this region, this might change. The farmers are content, and so are we. It is a night to remember, Straddle is as interesting to the young maidens as if he is a diamond, I have company of a friendly human (similarly appearing as Pernicus..ahem), even the Dwarf has found joy in a small female, and nobody seems to sleep alone,…except Gaston we discover the next morning.

Earlier chapters;

PreludeChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3,Chapter 4,Chapter 5
Chapter 6Interlude;
Geomorphological History of the Broken Lands 1
Geomorphological History of the Broken Lands 2

Following Chapters;

Thursday, 18 August 2016

The Wonderful World of Mystara

A Manuscript about the Natural Magical World of Mystara

Chapter 5

Still in the Hills of Inlashar.

As penned down by Salechaam.
Darokin Province of Calair 1014 AC, 2nd Yarthmont
After my ordeal in Tolann, It was decided I had to stay in the wagon, so I could heal the faster, while we did not need to stop. As thus we continued iur journey.
But it was not the smooth ride we had on the Corunglain -Fort Nell Road and Trail. Oh, yes we had some smooth sections, over the ruined Urudtai road...or what remained of it. As in between these sections, the road was so bumby, I almost fel out of my bed. I felt the pain still soaring within my heart, but I almost forgot it due the bumbs on my head, elbow and back. Sometimes we stopped, and as I peaked out of the Window I saw Gaston together with the others investigating the old Inlashar ruins. Even from this distance I could see there was not much left of the original structure. Time, battles, erosion and plunder had clearly taken its toll, and it was barely noticeable what the purpose of the building must have had. As we passed the last ruin,(The remnants of somekind of Fortress in the clasp of the valley walls.) I could look back over the Barrowfields we had circumvented. A location of History and adventure, I had heard, I dared not to question where our adventure would bring us.
Finally we passed the last Amon Sûl and entered the earthen trail to the northwest.
To the right was the Blackwater River, with its darkened color rapidly flowed Southeast into faraway Canolbarth. Maybe those friggin Shadow Elves would drown in it...nah..they may be fools, but aren't stupid.
Straddle was the first to notice Centaurs on the otherside of the river and tried to make contact, but the stubborn creatures did not respond. And as we passed, so did they. They were armed to the teeth, for some reason we were unaware of....yet.

At night we reached a location of farms called conveniently "At Eylial", which were a set of ruins on the other side of the river. The connecting bridge no longer did exist, and no ford was in sight. The Blackwater River was wide, deep and fast. Maybe lucky, as even when we approached we could see the fires of small burning encampment next to it. We could see bodies and even some wounded, but the distance was to great to even recognize race. 
The farmers were notified of our arrival by message pigeon from Fort Nell, and graciously accepted in their midst.

We paid them not with money, but with some tools they needed (which Separim had stocked on top of the wagon). It was simple, a clear farmers life. The settlement was actually a collection of 3 or even four farms, and could in the future maybe become a small village. Lord Bodong Harrisford, a retired Darokin sergeant, welcomed us. "Greeting Explorers. Be welcome here. You can stall your wagon near the that large storehouse., and your horses could graze in the field next to it. My name is Lord Bodong Harrisfield, Lord Bodong for friends" We all acquainted. The night was good, the food, though simple beans vegetables and some rabbit, was wholesome and welcoming. 
"What is happening on the othewside of the Blackwatew Wivew?" Gaston questioned "At the Ruins?""Yes?""That is a strange story..."Lord Bodong responded. "You maybe aware that this region has its own legendary history?. Now, Eylial belongs to that history like the curl in a pigs tail. Eylial was one of the few real villages of the Inlashar, just like'll probable will see several miles further on the trail. It all has to do with the changing politics in the Broken Lands. Some Shadow Elves claim they have conquered their ancestral Holy Land. Probably as important to them as the Canolbarth of Alfheim, so not much good can come from this".  I responded; "Yes we know, we the Dwarves found a secret city of Humanoids on some floating Island in a lake of magma. We had almost defeated the humanoids there when we were secretly and deviously attacked in the back by cowardly Shadow Elves. In the name of Rafiel this, the Name of Rafiel that...Long story short we had to retreat." we all took some sips of our beverages, before Lord Bodong reacted; "Yes, a misery retreat. Not a war of treu warriors. Separim was silent like a mouse on the morning table, but had its pointy ears rightup. As Alfheim Elf, they did not like the Shadow Elves either.

"As being originally Ethengerian, the Inlashar had great knowledge of horses, and great skill too. Within this skill, their mages created magical items for the ride. One of these set of items belong to a Great Warrior Ugleton. The humanoids say he was Orcish in origin, the Ethengar say he was Human, but bicker which tribe, the Shadowelves even claim he was one of their kind, while the Darokinians claim he was only a wel experienced half-orc". "Why all these contwadicting opinions?" Gaston inquired. "That was for his items. And it is these the Humanoids quest for, to kill the Shadow Elves, the Shadow Elves want to prevent this, and acquire the items for themselves, and then use against all races in their way of conquest. The Centaurs, just happen to live un the region, and did not like the search and combat on their lands. They attacked the humanoid encampments, and killed several Shadow Elves too. As long as we stay on this side of the river we will not be attacked by them, but they keep a keen eye open just in case. As you can see, they succeeded to remove the threat for the moment.
We are unaware of what the items might be. The rumours run wildly between Horshoes of Flight or shoes of speed, or a Saddle conveying Dragon abilities. I myself think it is jus a magical barding, an piece of armor just for horses, possibly enchanted to give a high protection, and maybe even a magical attack or two. Not something thus special, they all fight and die for at least." "Then, is it safe fow us to twavel fuwthew?" "As long as you stay on this side of theBlackwater River, but to reach komkommer, you must pass the ford a few miles further upriver, and there you must be very, aware. Like Eylial here,  Artil there suddenly has peeked the "treasure hunter's " interest."
After this interesting piece of information, and a few pints of local ale, we went to sleep.In the silent night, far away, the howl of several wolves broke the silence, and nearby a hoot of an owl. I cfolded my beart in my shirt, and closed my eyes
Maybe tomorrow, I would be able to be active heart pulses, a soft numbing pain follows...maybe the day after,

Adventure Idea;

The Legend of Ugleton. is as described above. He was indeed a Half-Orc Ethengar/Inlashar warrior. He had battled the Knights in the North, the mages in the west, dread spirits on the Mountain, and horned fighters in the East. When he finally went south, into Inlashar, his fame and cunning had preceded him. The Elves took no chances, and used some missiles treated with some rare plantjuices. The wound he surely would survive, but the contra effects, would grow within him, fester, and weaken this fighter. Until at the end Ugleton was to weak to defend himself against a Grizzlybear. Nothing other than his left leg was retrieved and several Inlashar Villages Claim they buried it, together with the remains of his trusted horse and equipment. 
The Equipment was a set of Horshoes of Speed ( effectively doubling the creatures running speed for 8 hours, but functioning only once a three days. With a Word of Recall charged within (rechargeable at the arriving point by local Shamani) bringing the horse and all it bears directly to Xantha Ethengar. The Armor of Ugleton was a simple chainmail of +2, with a single spell reflect once a day. The Barding of the horse, however, was able to create 3 Magic missiles each 5 rounds, on the bearer's commands. Simple, but mighty items indeed, but not worth the hunt and the losses for either race. Some adventurers might however be willing to take a chance, but keep in mind, they must fight through violent Orcs, Gnolls, Ogres, and Hobgoblins, wanting the items themselves. trying to stay alive against the Evil young Shadow Elf followers of Atzanteotl (these belong to the groups fighting in Aengmor, and with great discontent in the Canolbarth affair and Rafiel's promises.). And llast but not least the Centaurs who actually only want to defend their lands from any invasions. Their leader Barthulli, would however really welcome the items if they exist. He would dislike the word of Recall efffect, but as a last act, it might be worth the risk to stay alive. If he would done the Armor, Barding and shoes, the Centaurs would surely have a chance to hold their dominion on this location.
This is a great socio-political adventure a DM could handle.Advised Level 9 to 25. With several High level Shadow Elves, Humanoids and Centaurs (use Gazetteer 10, Orcs of Thar, Gazeteer 11 Shadow Elves, and PC1 Tall Tales of Wee folk to create worthy opponnts. What would the characters do; The humanoids trule need the items to ward of the Shadow Elves desiring to chase them away from the Broken Lands, The shadow Elves, do not really need it, but want to have the items to keep them from others using it, and maybe use them later against their enemies, TheCentaurs like to form their own dominion, and the adventurers may be greedy themselves.
Have fun

Earlier chapters;

PreludeChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3,Chapter 4
Geomorphological History of the Broken Lands 1
Geomorphological History of the Broken Lands 2
Following Chapters;
Chapter 5Chapter 6

Sunday, 31 July 2016

Monster Manual update

It took a while but finally here are the next chapters of the Mystara Monster Manual compilation 

The child of a family member is changed what did happen?

Your wife stiched a small pair of socks and a little hat, since then the house is no more Neat and Cosy...What happened?

Within the woods a large feathered owl walks towards you. You raise you holy symbol and weapons to brace for an attack. Yet the creature just beckons you inn his lair. What is happening, and why?

The section of the woods turned brim and dark, spider webbing is everywhere, yet no creatures can be seen. What threat awaits you?

A farmer caught a leprachaun, but did not have a shovel to dig up its treasure. He bound a red ribbon on the thistle above it, yet never got the treasure, what happened?

You always see more than the normal person with your left eye. You see small creatures wandering and flying about. Fearful you do not let them know that you see them. What is your ability, and why should you keep it a secret.

A mushroom ring lies on that one bare clean spot in the forest. You sleep there. Then why is everything different when you venture further?

While you walk through the woods. The hair of your group changed color, the sexy warrior grew a moustache, the mage had an incurable itch, the cleric extremely fat and large arms, and you have to walk upside down to prevent dizziness. What did happen?

You have encoutered Crystal Statues before. But how were they created?

This gargoyle you met, was way too large for a normal Gargoyle. What was it?

That creature which opened the door of your host, was made up out of several body parts. What is it?

Within Sabre River you encountered weird creatures with a strange group-like behavior and a sword instead of arm. What is it, and how do you battle it?

A large Bubble floats towards you. Is it Harmful, alive, or...?

In Norwold you hear of the works of Gargantua. What creatures could you expect, if trying to meet this fellow.

In alphatia a two-headed Troll is sighted, could there be more monstrosities?

How do you make a Statue?

What are the weaknesses and strength of an Acid Golem?

Which creatures were actually created by mortals as biological constructs?

Now you can find out.

The chapters Fairykin and Constructs are out!!
and the First chapters have been updated.