Formatting Woes.

Laughing hysterically because there’s nothing left to do.



A Case Of The Mondays!

Man, I love Mondays! Granted, it is Memorial Day and most people are out there grilling up burgers and dogs, drinking a lot of beer and giving moderate consideration to the Armed Forces.

Me? I am finishing up the finalization for the Warsong: Fall of Eldorande quick-start guide! I’ll be selecting some lucky people to playtest the game very soon, so keep an eye out!



Working on our Kickstarter Project

So, as I finalize the Warsong Player’s Guide, I’ve also been tasked with creating the overall look and feel for our Kickstarter. I expect to have it up and running the second week of June, with a tentative start date of June 7th! It’s a work in progress, but feel free to check out what we have so far and leave any feedback!

We’re excited to hear from you!

The Legend of Desdelen

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“It had been a particularly vicious winter after a summer that only brought drought to the fields, reducing the last fall harvest to nearly nothing. Starvation had run rampant as the cold set in, and many, especially the unprepared, perished. Blizzards caused many more deaths, and the snow rose several inches a day. Townsfolk began to suspect dark magics and curses. With foul accusations and unfair trials, the city began to turn on itself. Spring could not have come soon enough.

The Order of Tralor commanded that the Fire Festival to signify the coming spring must be a loud and vibrant affair, so as to cause the Gods themselves to take notice. The city prepared the finest of the first Spring’s harvest for sacrifice.

Outside of the city square, streets were nearly empty. There was no one to notice him, no one to stop him. And where he walked, he left footsteps of deep black oil that clung to his feet like strings of resin. There was a green aura that floated from him like steam. The sun was almost set as the people of Desdelen gathered in the city square to light the ceremonial bonfire.

They never saw it coming.”

Sage Yliandra on the Legend of Desdelen

Life In The Ninth Era

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What is it like to live in the world of Eldorande?

Day to day life can be as mundane and hum-drum as a merchant opening up a grocery shop every day, closing it at night to go home and eat with his wife and children, fall asleep and wake up to do it all over again. The vast majority of lives in Eldorande are lived this way. The Wheel Of Life, as the Clerics of Vestra would say, requires these people to make sure Eldorande turns, and life continues. These clerics assert that the mundane lives of mortals who do nothing but live their lives in peace are actually even more important than heroes and immortals who venture into the deepest reaches to stave off evil and prevent the world from shattering through the machinations of evil. If these lives did not exist, The Weave would fray and eventually unravel, leading to a destruction of life as we know it.

There exists another form of living in Eldorande that some would argue are just as important, if not moreso, than the lives of those who simply kep civilization churning. These are the heroes. People of Eldorande whose stories will be remembered throughout time. Those who seek out fame, fortune and glory. They strike out into the world as if separate from it, and change everything they come in contact with. They slay devils, plunder ancient ruins and uncover new secrets. They learn to channel the might of their divine patrons, exert their will over magical forces and guide their blades through even the toughest armor. They come from all walks of life and spring from the most unlikely places, often forged in the heat of battle and life-changing experiences.

As a player of Warsong, you take on the role of a hero. You set out into the world and it cannot help but be changed by your deeds. How will you live? How will you die? And what changes will you wrought upon the world in your passing?