Drek was having a good day. He was alive. His hunger had been minimal- he had found a rodent this morning, and had eaten it before others had noticed he even had it. The masters had not hit him today – at least not yet. He had labored all day, and moved rocks and dug holes and crawled through tunnels like he was supposed to, and the masters didn’t stop him once. He was proud Read more…
The Land is not ready for this. The Land cannot handle this. The Chaos must be contained and managed, Or The Land will be no more. Edmund awoke from his dream covered in sweat, with four lines repeating over and over again. Four lines that made no sense to him, yet were deeply unsettling. Edmund knew they must mean something. He was a Warder, a noble descendant of a family that had once held great Read more…
By Pety Yennifer laid in her bed, crying tears of relief. While it was unlikely he would harm her when she told him of the baby, the girl could never have dreamed he would be happy or want to marry her. Lord Bhludo had been very clear that he did not want children and that the position in his home was to pleasure him and keep out of his way while he worked. When her Read more…
by Pety “Pickles!” the man cried, desperately, startling a group of women. They laughed as they scurried away from him, across the busy market. They thought he was crazy or drunk. Everyone did. He could not remember how long he had been this way, but it was at least several years. He once had a home, friends, employment… even a name. He could speak eloquently and was extremely successful doing… something. A kind, gruff voice Read more…
At the Tavern.By Comrade Ruck, Lady Beard, Breadsticks, Ma’am, and The Tumbler Comrade Tuck sat impatiently at a corner booth. Yet again, he found himself annoyed at the too-small furniture in this town. His massive frame precariously balanced on a wooden chair, creaking under the weight. He eyed the door. I wish group would hurry up, he thought, and not for the first time. Damn fates, da, for splitting them up. Comrade Lady Beard and Read more…
By Auditor Fink He was bound by chains, hand and foot, suspended spread-eagle in the air. The manacles tore at his flesh, making each tremor a fresh, new pain. His joints ached as he struggled to remain aloft. A single candle hidden amidst the swinging chains seemed only to magnify his dread as it brought deep shadows to life. The room smelled of death, both old and new, as his own blood added to the Read more…
by Auditor Rusty Fragmented memories coalesce, firming your dream into the most vivid dream you have ever had. In this dream, you came to yourself wearing robes in a dark room with others dressed just like you were. Another man in much nicer robes stood before you. You remember noticing a bloody smear off to your left, it looked like someone had been standing there, but now they were gone. You knew this because a Read more…
By Pety Lord Bhludo faced the open window in the study of his large estate home with unseeing eyes. His mind darted from idea to idea, as he searched his memory for possible answers to his problem… How could he cast a spell that required the blood of his lineage? He had no living relatives that he knew of. Turning the problem over and over in his head, he felt a headache growing right behind his left Read more…
By Comrade Ruck Hanging from a quaint little window on a small shop on a side street off social row in the market corner of Andrade is a small sign. This sign is different from most others near it in that it is clean and straight. A bastion of order amidst the sea of chaos that is inner city life. The sign features gold letters over a picture of a small loom. “The Weavers Guild,” Read more…
By Cecily Siegel What was the best way for mountain dwarves from Wyndermere to prove themselves to their clan? By adventuring and bringing home wealth, of course! Gogor and Regol, twin brothers, had decided to journey into the Western Plains and attempt to recover precious metals and gems from the area. Should their finds please the clan leader, they were hoping they would be allowed to choose some land to call their own and begin Read more…
By Brendan Brady 0 AOC It has been many moons since I laid my eyes on my beloved and my little one. I think about them often, little Scott and my dear wife Mary. When I took this adventure carrying cargo for the Sirende Fair Trade Federation no one, not even the banished gods that have forsaken me could have predicted that terrible storm that occurred that fateful night. As we made the journey toward Read more…
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The Land: Roleplaying System is, above all else, a game run by its players. None of its senior staff are working for a game publishing company; we’re not professional authors or designers. We are weekend gamers with real jobs and a real love of the world created by Aleron Kong. We have seen what he has done, and want to help expand on it. And you are invited to join our ranks. As we are a Read more…
From the entropy of the Chaotic Planes, a new form begins to take shape. You have been summoned to The Land, a realm you may have heard about, a place of dreams and nightmares. Perhaps you chose to enter the Chaos willingly to challenge yourself in this new realm, or perhaps you were chosen for this life without your consent. There is only one truth that matters- should you choose to follow this path and stay Read more…
