A Quiet Drink: Trina the Water Dancer, Jor'ilt the Spellblade and Dandaeus the Engineer stop by in a quiet in for a relaxing drink by the fire, but a foppish noble demands they escort him home (a not-inconsiderable detour)
Desecration: Wulfrid the Veteran, Jor'ilt the Spellblade and Dandaeus the Engineer have gone off the beaten track to gather water for their company, when they see a column of bedraggled pilgrims walking towards them - holding aloft five large reliquaries, with terrible trophies from the Cataclysm in them!
You rode to war at the call of your God, swore yourself to Their divinity as the drums of war beat from every corner of the Pantheon. Standing beside your divinity, Their purpose so clear and noble, you felt immortal. Beside your fellow Lordsworns, you felt your victory a certainty, battle but a trivial formality.Now They lay dead before you, Their Godblood flowing into the dirt. Already the world lurches in distress, twisting at the loss of a God, one of many to die this day. Your Captain, too, lies broken, entrusting the survivors of your Company to the you. Of the thousands who rode out, you are all that remains of your Company.Your God is dead. You only have each other now.LORDSWORN is a GMless TTRPG for 1-4 players of tragic, fragile stories of desperate survival and comradery at the end of the world. it is by Marren MacAdam and is available here https://marrensmusings.itch.io/lordsworn00:00:00 Introductions00:01:30 Keeping the Ember Alive00:56:00 Oaths SwornFind me on itch.io: https://donogh.itch.io or on Mastodon: https://dice.camp/@donoghFind the Open Hearth gaming community: https://openhearthgaming.com/#ActualPlay #TTRPG #OpenHearth
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