Roleplaying games from historical research
Apparently London Bridge had a chapel in it, which means that in an Ars Magica sense, it had a Divine Aura. It also had a band of men who served the chapel and kept order on the bridge, and shops and residences. I think a covenant built on the bridge would be an excellent…
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“Rosa”, the letter says, on its outside, “whatever you do, do not break the seal of this letter until you are by the shoe tree, and wearing a new set of unloseable shoes. Our lives may depend on it.” The letter is sealed with red wax, with the intaglio of de Marco, so the little girl…
Read More“Grandfather, come see! I planted that hobnail and a weird little weed has come out of the ground!” “Really? Ah, yes, a shoe tree.” “That’s…well, not ridiculous but really weird. It has bark that’s like, well, leather!” “Yes, it’s a faerie plant. They are often strange. The shoes it grows contain Rego vis, but better…
Read More“Rosa, you’re bleeding. Are you hurt?” “Oh, I cut myself on something. It doesn’t string like it did, but it just won’t stop bleeding.” “What did you cut yourself on?” “It’s a sharp little square with a point on it. It sunk right into my finger!” “Oh, that’s a hobnail that’s snapped off from the underside…
Read MoreHi all, Rather than stretch out the Marco stories, I’m going to move the last three stories up to today, tomorrow and the next day. The idea of Nagademon and NanoWriMo is to force yourself to work to deadline, and stretching things out to get the 30 stories I originally envisaged is kind of cheating, so I’ll…
Read More“Grandfather, can I have another dragon story? Just not a gross one this time?” “Certainly. Do you know about Bob?” “Who?” “Ravanculus the Destroyer?” “Not him either.” “No, we just call Ravanculus “Bob”, now.” “Why?” “Well, you know how faeries are stories?” “Yes, of course.” “And how even if you kill them, another faerie can…
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“Grandfather.” “…” “Grandfather!” “Oh, sorry, I’d dropped off.” “No naps before stories!” “Twelve?” “I see you remembered. Yes, I’m twelve. Well done.” “Good. So, I’d like to tell you a heist story.” “What’s a heist story.” “It’s a story where I show how clever I am by stealing things.” “Is that..moral?” “Yes, in that the…
Read More“Grandfather, may I have a story before your nap?” “Yes, of course. What would you like?” “A monster story.” “Ah, well, there is this evil little faerie who lives in the sewer system in Paris, he smells terrible but he sings…” “Eww. Gross. No. Something less gross.” “Well, there’s a giantess in Italy who is eighteen feet…
Read MoreThe ill-health which meant I started this late has returned, so I’ll just get these done as and when I can, even though it will flow over the end of the month. I still plan 30 stories, of which 15 are written.
Read More“Grandfather…” “Oh, yes. A story. Did I tell you the one about…” “Twelve.” “Can we just agree you say ‘Twleve’ to yourself at the start of each story? I’ll pretend I’ve heard it.” “Do you promise to behave as if you’ve heard it?” “If you promise to say it to yourself each time, yes.” “Very well. …
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