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Remnants of The Six & The Copper Dragon Part 1

{Excerpted From the DragonPort weekly (and perhaps world's only) Newspaper, The Tattler}

The following is a translation from Old Dwarfish into the common tongue, from the Original Source Material provided to the Weekly Tattler, and this reporter.
The following report,  be it truth or fiction, was found to be a scroll on a kind of vellum not seen since the time the old Lands were young; a scroll that washed ashore inside a rather large wine bottle, magically corked.
Your Reporter of Tales Tall & Small: El-Ray P. Dodds Presents:

TheLastDwarfIntheOldLands AMemoirbyRusilkaMuntansdottir, LastofTheOldDwarves. Part II Remnants of The Six & The Copper Dragon

This is the second of my “scroll in a bottle histories” of my band of companions and our trek from the headland of the Old Lands across the ruined cities, and the desert, swamps, jungles and ultimately the Sea, and beyond the so called New Lands to the north and further on to the pole and the land of the Frost Giants, living as the…

a little tidbit for my Pathfinder Game

Turns out one of the NPC's has been lying about who she is....

The group finds this letter addressed to "The Gang" upon their Oracle's tidy bedroll, just before the game starts. a little morsel to whet the appetite.


"Gloriana’s" Last Letter

Fellows, it is with a heavy heart that I bid you farewell, as, if you are reading this, I have already left Skull Island. You might think I have run off with that beautiful Fetchling Baritone who you well know I have been trysting with. 
Alas, that was not to be so. While I may stray off the path my Goddess has strewn for me at times, the young baritone is about as evil (- in a radiating it at such an intensity that it makes one who is sensitive to such things a bit dizzy, and eventually, vomitously ill, kind of way) as it gets. Twas merely a tryst, but no more; as you likely do not know also, I am once again single. My wedding contract with Craddock the Djinn, Bess’ right hand man, is over.
I am fortunate, I guess, tha…

Day before Game Ephemera

Gloriana’s Journal (Operation Operatown)
Today I found a flyer tacked to a pole about the re-opening of the only remaining Opera House in Operatown, which I find to be quite sad, myself. Most of the other dozen or so ruined or former Opera house, only one or two are being used for anything: The Police Station, and one in The Black Market Zone that is now a Bank.
Anyway, the flyer: Tonight is the premiere, Free Admission, first come first serve. I immediately went to stand in line. I was kind of late at 5am, but got tickets for me and my compatriots... I had been hearing all kinds of interesting things about the Opera house in our short time here. 
The word is that each opera company that takes over (average of a new troupe every couple or three years) assassinates the current troupe in a very Operatic fashion, the violence being real, but almost a performance as well amongst the murderous Tenors, and scheming Sopranos, et al.
I miss the days before I started my wanderings, some times,…

More Background Writing for my Pathfinder Game.

{Excerpted From the DragonPort weekly (and perhaps world's only) Newspaper, The Tatler}

The following is a translation from Old Dwarvish into the common tongue, from the Original Source Material provided to the Weekly Tatler, and this reporter.
The following report,  be it truth or fiction, was found to be a scroll on a kind of vellum not seen since the time the old Lands were young; a scroll that washed ashore inside a rather large wine bottle, magically corked.
Your Reporter of Tales Tall & Small: El-Ray P. Dodds Presents:

TheLastDwarfIntheOldLands AMemoirbyRusilkaMuntansdottir, LastofTheOldDwarves.

MynameisRusilkaMuntansdottir, IamfairlycertainthatIamthelastofmykind, atleastonthiscontinent; IhavesearchedallthelandsIcould notfindanylivingsouls, andthosewerefewenoughinthisbarrenwastelandthatlegendsayswasoncelush, greenandsavage. Savageitstillis, butthereislittlethatisgreenthatdoesnotwanttokillyou, andeatyou. 
Likeall “OldDwarves,” Iwasborninthe “Caligula” or “LittleBoot” Mountains…