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Contents

Tengar’s Journal

pg 04

Fog Of War

pg 06

Army Of Ord Part 1

pg 07

Character Chassis

pg 12

Jack Handling -d20 Revenger

pg 15

Legal Page

pg 18

From the Journal of

Passing north of the Thrornwood, we kept

quiet and quick as possible. The rumors from

other travelers was that the Tharn tribes were

restless, and many more didn’t make it past

then did. Interestingly enough, one of the dif-

ferences in Sinai Cygnaran is they refer to it as

the “Tharnwood”. They also claim that theirs is

the truer version ‘unlike those soft stone-dwell-

ers’. If that is true, then the question becomes,

which came ﬁrst? The Tharn or the Tharn-

wood?

Our party numbered two dozen carts,

and perhaps twice that in able bodies, so

the likelihood of being attacked I thought

was small. But was quickly dispelled of that

thought when we were attacked on three sepa-

rate occurences. These were small bands, of

less then a dozen warriors. But all during the

ﬁghts, I had the feeling that these were more

feints, testing us, and that more were watch-

ing from the sheltering trees. An old Dwarfs

paranoia? Perhaps. Though I am glad to report

the tales of them changing to Warpwolves and

monsters are untrue(2).

A few days out of Rorschik I was

proven right. A huge group attacked; they must

have numbered over a hundred. The wagons

were circled, but there was little hope of repel-

ling them for long. I went through the ﬁrst

of my Ordic Crossbow clips and switched to

the second, handing the empty to Oran, but

he wasen’t there. Seven bolts later, I was out

of bolts, and was down to a dagger. When

the roof of the wagon (my wagon!) suddenly

tilted wildly, sending me ﬂailing to the ground.

Imagine my amazement when, after tucking

and rolling clear, instead of a horde of Tharn

warriors, I saw a large dun colored dragon

crouching in the bottom half of my wagon!

With a whirr and a few clangs it turned to face

the oncoming horde. But they had already

seen, and were ﬂeeing. As their cries faded into

the distance, the absolute quiet of the night

stole over us all. The drake remained motion-

less, only making a very faint noise.. was it

giggling??

A ﬂap of skin between it’s wings (one

of which, I suddenly realized, was a wooden

frame) pulled back, and Oranekananhek rolled

out, laughing uncontrollably.

Professor Tengar

By Jason Lang

Fifth day of Rowen, in Rowen. 603 A.R.

I have left Llael with the vague in-

tention of heading to Rorschik. I have a few

relatives in the area, and admit that the west

isn’t that well known to me. By fortunate

coincidence, a caravan was heading out in a

similar direction. It quickly became apparent

to me that this was no normal trading caravan.

The bright wagons and broad, bronze-skinned

people quickly made it apparent that I had

signed on to a wagon-clan of Sinari(1).

I have never traveled with the Sinari

before, and am ﬁnding it quite the experience.

They claim to be devout Morrowists, and As-

cendant Ellena features prominently. For some

reason, however, they take to painting her ﬁgu-

rines solid blue. Also with or perhaps alongside

is a kriel of Gobbers. The two groups are fairly

intermeshed, often sharing supplies, food, and

on occasion even carts. I’ve only a passing fa-

miliarity with Molgur, and the high-speed dia-

lect they ﬁre off is hard to follow. The Sinari

speak a dialect of Cygnaran, with a few odd

declensions. Both groups seem to use plenty of

borrowed words from each other, which makes

following a conversation a somewhat startling

affair. Still, they let me tag along, which has

been a fascinating experience. The red and

pink wagon that I’m bunked in belongs to a

polite young Gobber named Oranekananhek.

It’s quite cramped, as he is a mechanik of some

sort, and ﬁlls the wagon with scrap and various

projects that he is working on. The cart makes

a unholy racket as we travel, so to preserve my

ears, I have taken to walking alongside quite

often. He was working on a project the whole

way, a great contraption involving gears and

chains and great lengths of canvas sheeting.

When I asked what it was, he mysteriously

answered “A surprise for the Summerfaire”.

Suddenly it hit me. He was making a drake for

Bait-the-Drake!(3). It wasen’t too much lon-

ger before everyone was laughing as well, and

Oran was the hero of the day.

Summerfaire has been falling out of

favor in the bigger cities, quite often being

seen as rustic, old-fashioned, and a good place

to get one’s purse lifted. While it is all those

things, it is also vitally important to the smaller

towns. Business and weddings are arranged,

goods are bought and sold. What is hard to

acquire for farmers, trappers, and ﬁshers are

stocked up. And perhaps most importantly, it is

a chance to go out and meet people and act im-

proper. In Rorschik, the tradition is to dress in

one’s ﬁnery, and show off. Tent cities spring up

all around, and beer and wine is sold in impres-

sive quantities. It’s wild, chaotic, and a blast.

Music is everywhere, ranging from Ordic pipe

and drum songs, Morridane chants, Llaelese

four-part songs, and all sorts of folk music.

Games and races abound, and the usual brag-

gado follows. I watched with some amusement

as a drunken Khard and an even more drunk

Umbrian got into an argument as to which was

a better horsemen. After ﬁfteen minutes of fail-

ing to get on their horses, the Umbrian man-

aged to mount facing backwards, which gave

him a perfect view of the Khard snoring in the

hay. So I guess that answers that old debate.

I caught two people with their hands

in my purse, and kindly asked them not to try

that again or I would be forced to remove their

lively hoods. I never did catch the third one

though, which means that I might be forced to

do some translation work or copying to earn a

few Talons to continue on to Korsk.

Oranekananhek.’s drake was a huge

success, by the way.

_____ ________ _____

(1) - Sinari are nomadic peoples that wander the

coast from Carre Dova to Highgate, mentioned in

the Character Guide (p. 45). What this group was

doing in Merywyn is anyone’s guess.

Suggested racial package:

Base Height: Male 5’ 3”, Female 4’ 9” (+2d10 in)

Base Weight: Male 140 lbs, Female 100 lbs (+

height mod. x 2d4 lbs)

Automatic Languages: Cygnaran (spoken), Molgur

(spoken)

Bonus Languages: Cygnaran (written), Ordic (spo-

ken), Ordic (written), Molgur (written)

(2) - Luckily for the good Professor, none of the

Tharn “Channeled the Worm”. DMs should feel

free to make up whatever rumors they wish, es-

pecially when dealing with uncommon creatures.

Dregg can dig through solid stone, Satyxis men are

even bigger and nastier then their women, but there

are only a few of them, so they stay at home and...

err... ‘tend the herd’. Razorbats steal shiny objects.

Skiggs wait by water for dogs to drink, so they can

sit on their heads and drown them. Any kind of

‘common knowledge’, folklore, or oddball story

you know could be a good source.

(3) - Bait-the-Drake is an old, old game, played

during summerfaires all over Immoren for thou-

sands of years. In the old days, several people

dressed in a suit (similar to the dragons used in

Chinese New Year). The game has gotten a resur-

gence in recent years due to mechanical dragons

being built.

The game is quite simple. A few bales of

hay are placed right at the ‘drakes’ feet. These are

then covered with ‘treasures’ of various sorts, so

it looks like a formidable pile. The players get to

keep whatever they can grab from the pile, but

if they are touched by the drake, they are out.

Many variations on this game exist all through the

Kingdoms. In the Protectorate, you are safe if you

shout out a line from the Book of Law. Kossite

versions pit multiple players against each other as

well as the drake, and it’s considered fair play to

knock each other into the claws of the drake. The

Midlunder version usually pairs up players, one

playing the ‘Knight’ the other the ‘Damsel’. The

Knight can use his sword (usually a wooden rod

or a practice blade) to block the drake’s attacks,

but cannot touch the treasure. The Damsel cannot

touch or be touched by the drake, but can gather

treasure. Most of the treasure is worthless, costume

jewlery, a few copper coins, and the like, but a few

gold coins, a semiprecious stone, fancy clothing or

minor jewelry is possible.

Optional Ability Adjustments: +2 Charisma, -2

Wisdom

Automatic Class Skill: Animal Handling

Skill Bonuses: +2 racial bonus to Ride and Perform

checks

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