Many years ago, when the Rotten Old Man wasn’t so old and a little less rotten, he was an enterprising ‘pick’ (half-orc) named Alwyn. He was a product of rape, as was common in the…

Pfren continues his battle with the imposters, watching in impotent horror as the false Mirzam seems to slowly recover and reform himself from the baleful polymorph. But he has more important concerns. Trapped within a…

My hand was still out waiting for Lothar to give me his bow. He said why? I told him because he shot Fei’yin. He said that was not good enough. I told him to then…

I thought I’d post a little teaser of a Robotech game I ran back in my college days. The original notes have been lost but the story and success of the game has stayed with…

Pfren reaches his homeland on Erynor (Friday) morning, landing on the beaches just outside of Slíen. He rests a bit, and then continues to fly over the forests, at one point spotting an old friend,…