Rain Falling on the Black City.

The Rain is falling again, drizzling down from clouds infused with the smoke of a million Corpse-oil lamps, staining everything with the sticky foul smelling residue of burning corpses. The top of the Great Lantern Spire cannot even be seen from here, the spire truncated about three quarters of the way up by the smog, and the lantern itself does nothing for the gloom, just makes the ominous dark clouds around it glow with the greenish white of the corpse-light it gives off.

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Zhan shi

This is actually quite an old piece of writing, but I finally feel brave enough to post the thing.
I am proud of this piece even if it is a little bloody

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Anatomy of a Roleplaying Group

Anatomy of a Roleplaying Group.

I've spent an inordinate amounts of time with Roleplaying Groups in the capacity of GM over the years. Every group is different, and yet at the same time every group is somewhat similar.

So in this post I'm going to add a few of my observations.

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The Hayte War

Harold Godwinson was beset on all sides by enemies once he took the crown that had previously been Edward the Confessors. In Normandy William the Bastard claimed that Edward had offered him the crown, and that Harold had offered his allegiance, in defiance of the normal method of the crown being given by the decision of the Witengamot. While the bastard threatened the south of the country, the Viking Harold Hardrada and Harold Godwinson's own brother Tostig invaded the north intending to retake the lands that Harthacnut used to hold and which Magnus the Good had allowed to pass to the Anglo Saxon King.

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