Golgfag1
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Yes, I'm announcing my plans for the tenth anniversary of BOYL, I've actually been laying them for about five years, since I arranged a game at my home, which some of you attended, since then my plans have developed and may well change. So don't expect this topic to be regularly updated until closer the time, as I formulate my plans and draw the various forces together for the game, I intend to play over the course of a weekend.
So to wet your appertites here's my initail musings of how the story drawing together, enjoy.
A journey to Commune with gods!
The ancient one looks up from his dust covered tombs and contemplates his prospects and for the first time in a century is unsure of his continuing alliance with the surrounding tribes who over the last fifty or so years, he’s left to their own devices. Which has led to repeated squabbling and petty border raids into each other’s ancestral lands. The most serious of which was the raid on the mountain barbarian’s camp by the Swords of the Mountain tribe, twenty years ago, whilst the mountain warriors were raiding the lands of the northern border lords - this left many of those youngsters and veterans in camp either crippled or dead, the warriors mates violated, some left with child and their herds and goods scattered or lost.
Since then, the barbarian’s leader has drawn allies to him and slowly rebuilt his own tribe and he’s now drawing his own plans for a counter raid against the Swords of the Mountain and their allies. The ancient one considers the possible consequences and slightly narrows his eyes. Over the intervening years - the Swords have upset most of their other neighbours by bullying and intimidation this has now come the attention of the Broken Tooth tribe who look upon the Sword’s neighbours as their client kingdoms, their numbers to be drawn upon, whenever they go on their travels - as either cannon fodder or camp followers! The ancient one considers - all is trivia, all is important and before any plan is set in motion, the scales will have to be balanced and those found wanting - sacrificed.
The ancient one looks over to his pets, a cat and a young companion and calls the female to him, who receives a message for the young shaman in the camp of the barbarians – simply, obtain a suitable vessel to call the god’s avatar to the stone, the ancient one wishes to commune with his master at the spring equinox! The female moves her lithe body lightly over to the heavy door, lifts the latch, opens the door slightly and eases between the frame and door, keeping the draught of the main hall beyond to a minimum and leaves the study. She’s learnt her lessons well, considers the ancient one and recalls the single smooth scar upon her shoulder and tightens his lips, may be too well, a test may be called for!
Sometime later, the chieftain looks at his son from his dais in the meeting hall with mild annoyance, and repeats his son’s words to him “The ancient one requires a suitable vessel for the spring equinox; and what do you want from me, my son? You’re, his acolyte, not me, take your followers and find a vessel for your master on your own. This tribe, hasn’t done his bidding since before my father’s time and certainly not since your birth!” The Ancient One had promised peace by holding neighbours in check whilst warriors were away doing his bidding. The son looks into his father’s eyes and sees nothing but contempt and reply’s as gravely as he could “Father, the Ancient One may be old and been quiet for many years, but this is a true request for our aid, if we help him in this simply task the rewards may be great with further opportunities for advancement in the future in the eyes of the gods”. “Advancement” cry’s his father “The only advance, I wish to see is our warriors & war-beasts towards the Swords of the Mountain scattering them to the four winds, beneath our tribes blades, their banners trampled in mud and laid at our feet. If, your Ancient One wants our aid, he’d be better helping us, in crushing our enemies”. His son’s reply silences the chieftain “The Swords’ warriors will be travelling with the Ancient One to the stone with his other loyal servants”. The chieftain raises from his seat and looks around the hall surveying his silent followers who were observing the exchange and with a quickening heart calls to them all “Friends gather your forces, we are going to the stones” as the hall breaks into a pandemonium, he turns to his son and quietly tells him “find a vessel for your master, the clans will stand by him on the day of the equinox”.
The captain eyes his scout sceptically as he delivers his report “The valley appears clear of sentinels, sir”. “You saw nothing at all, not even smoke from their camp fires” replied the captain. “Nothing sir” stated the corporal. The lieutenant watching the exchange - gasps excitedly “Sir”. “Be quiet Rupert” snaps the captain. “Dismissed Corporal” orders the captain, as the corporal turns and leaves, the captain turns to the lieutenant and raising a quizzical eyebrow and asks “yes?” Rupert excitedly states “That’s the fifth scout who’s reported the Broken Tooth’s sentinels have withdrawn, sir”. “Yes, but where have they gone, that’s the question Rupert?” Replied the captain “To find that out, we’re going to have to leave camp and traverse those hills, stretching our lines and supplies for at least the next month and if this is a trick – the butcher’s bill will not be light!". “Lieutenant, take a heavy troop back to base camp and inform the Brigadier I’m taking the remains of this company on a three day reconnaissance in force, to establish where the Broken Tooth have withdrawn to, I will return to this position in six days, where I hope to report my observation to him directly. I’ll have flanking and scouting parties riding regular patrols over the extent of the march, you leave within the hour”.
Paul / Golgfag1
So to wet your appertites here's my initail musings of how the story drawing together, enjoy.
A journey to Commune with gods!
The ancient one looks up from his dust covered tombs and contemplates his prospects and for the first time in a century is unsure of his continuing alliance with the surrounding tribes who over the last fifty or so years, he’s left to their own devices. Which has led to repeated squabbling and petty border raids into each other’s ancestral lands. The most serious of which was the raid on the mountain barbarian’s camp by the Swords of the Mountain tribe, twenty years ago, whilst the mountain warriors were raiding the lands of the northern border lords - this left many of those youngsters and veterans in camp either crippled or dead, the warriors mates violated, some left with child and their herds and goods scattered or lost.
Since then, the barbarian’s leader has drawn allies to him and slowly rebuilt his own tribe and he’s now drawing his own plans for a counter raid against the Swords of the Mountain and their allies. The ancient one considers the possible consequences and slightly narrows his eyes. Over the intervening years - the Swords have upset most of their other neighbours by bullying and intimidation this has now come the attention of the Broken Tooth tribe who look upon the Sword’s neighbours as their client kingdoms, their numbers to be drawn upon, whenever they go on their travels - as either cannon fodder or camp followers! The ancient one considers - all is trivia, all is important and before any plan is set in motion, the scales will have to be balanced and those found wanting - sacrificed.
The ancient one looks over to his pets, a cat and a young companion and calls the female to him, who receives a message for the young shaman in the camp of the barbarians – simply, obtain a suitable vessel to call the god’s avatar to the stone, the ancient one wishes to commune with his master at the spring equinox! The female moves her lithe body lightly over to the heavy door, lifts the latch, opens the door slightly and eases between the frame and door, keeping the draught of the main hall beyond to a minimum and leaves the study. She’s learnt her lessons well, considers the ancient one and recalls the single smooth scar upon her shoulder and tightens his lips, may be too well, a test may be called for!
Sometime later, the chieftain looks at his son from his dais in the meeting hall with mild annoyance, and repeats his son’s words to him “The ancient one requires a suitable vessel for the spring equinox; and what do you want from me, my son? You’re, his acolyte, not me, take your followers and find a vessel for your master on your own. This tribe, hasn’t done his bidding since before my father’s time and certainly not since your birth!” The Ancient One had promised peace by holding neighbours in check whilst warriors were away doing his bidding. The son looks into his father’s eyes and sees nothing but contempt and reply’s as gravely as he could “Father, the Ancient One may be old and been quiet for many years, but this is a true request for our aid, if we help him in this simply task the rewards may be great with further opportunities for advancement in the future in the eyes of the gods”. “Advancement” cry’s his father “The only advance, I wish to see is our warriors & war-beasts towards the Swords of the Mountain scattering them to the four winds, beneath our tribes blades, their banners trampled in mud and laid at our feet. If, your Ancient One wants our aid, he’d be better helping us, in crushing our enemies”. His son’s reply silences the chieftain “The Swords’ warriors will be travelling with the Ancient One to the stone with his other loyal servants”. The chieftain raises from his seat and looks around the hall surveying his silent followers who were observing the exchange and with a quickening heart calls to them all “Friends gather your forces, we are going to the stones” as the hall breaks into a pandemonium, he turns to his son and quietly tells him “find a vessel for your master, the clans will stand by him on the day of the equinox”.
The captain eyes his scout sceptically as he delivers his report “The valley appears clear of sentinels, sir”. “You saw nothing at all, not even smoke from their camp fires” replied the captain. “Nothing sir” stated the corporal. The lieutenant watching the exchange - gasps excitedly “Sir”. “Be quiet Rupert” snaps the captain. “Dismissed Corporal” orders the captain, as the corporal turns and leaves, the captain turns to the lieutenant and raising a quizzical eyebrow and asks “yes?” Rupert excitedly states “That’s the fifth scout who’s reported the Broken Tooth’s sentinels have withdrawn, sir”. “Yes, but where have they gone, that’s the question Rupert?” Replied the captain “To find that out, we’re going to have to leave camp and traverse those hills, stretching our lines and supplies for at least the next month and if this is a trick – the butcher’s bill will not be light!". “Lieutenant, take a heavy troop back to base camp and inform the Brigadier I’m taking the remains of this company on a three day reconnaissance in force, to establish where the Broken Tooth have withdrawn to, I will return to this position in six days, where I hope to report my observation to him directly. I’ll have flanking and scouting parties riding regular patrols over the extent of the march, you leave within the hour”.
Paul / Golgfag1
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, the parts might become intermingled a little given how many player I get each day. Thus, I have to prepare otherwise it's all going to go pear shaped very quickly 
. I don't want the all powerful wizard shoot-off the series of magic vortexs on the first day! 
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