Blood, Plunder and D&D

  Ricmo crouched in the shadows and fog at the base of the Duke's Tower . The stone tower was large, old, and poorly maintained, all crumbling masonry and rotting mortar.  Ricmo could hear the faint pounding of surf, coming from far below him, where the cliffs the tower was built on met the sea. The wind howled.  Looking east, he should be able to see the entire harbor and town of  Puerto Lejos  spread out below him. If it wasn't for the fog pouring down from the heights. Instead all he could see was fog, and the barest outlines of the tips of the taller building as they occasionally wafted in and out of existence above the blanket of white.  He could certainty HEAR the town though. The inhabitants had just been unexpectedly delivered from the threat of invasion, and they were in the mood to celebrate. Earlier, when Ricmo had quietly taken his leave, he had left pretty much the entire town congregated in the main square, partying like there was no tomo...

An Account of the Battle of Tres Demonios and the events that preceded it As told by Sir Reginald Kelly,  of the Holy Order of Knights Radiant , Knight Leftenent of the Sloop of War Mithra's Blessing Introduction The following is an accurate and first hand account of the naval action that took place on the ninth day of SummerWaxing, Year of Our Lord of Light, 245. The action took place between an irregular force of the Holy Church, and the pirate armada lead by the notorious giant and pirate king who styled himself " Bigtime ". All events are accurate as to my best understanding and recollections, and are informed by both my first hand experiences and copious conversations with other direct participants in the battle. And so I begin my tale, with the events leading up to the battle Holy Church and my own Order had for some time been aware of the risk of a major pirate incursion into the remote and lightly defended lands of the Lejos Archipelago .  While my own Order attem...