Swords & Stitchery

"Barely one day's march from Kelven, the uncharted tracts of the Dymrak forest conceal horrors enough to freeze the blood of civilized folk. Those who have ventured there tell how death comes quick to the unwary - for the woods at night are far worse than any dungeon. But you are adventurers, veterans of many battles, and the call of the will is strong. Will you answer the call, or areNeedleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Sometimes adventurers & outlaws run across some surprising finds out in the wastelands of Old Earth & Mars. There are the unfortunate souls who cross times, dimensions, & spaces as they venture into space & the Outer Void. The corpses of these 'victims of circumstance' often have fallen afield of disaster or misadventure having sometimes very surprising items or finds inside their skulls. Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

At the edge of a valley on Mars two figures edge along kicking up dust and a cloud of sand upon the back of their lizard horses. They stopped when of the riders nearly broke his mount's leg on a metal object sticking out of the sands. 'Easy girl' was the half voiced & telepathic response as the rider got off & eased his mount. The two riders had gotten turned around in a violent MartianNeedleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Hundreds of miles from the mainland, surrounded by dangerous waters, lies an island known only as the Isle of Dread. Dark jungles and treacherous swamps await those who are brave enough to travel inland in search of the lost plateau, where the ruins of a once mighty civilization hold many treasures - and many secrets! Wiki has a good breakdown of the history of X1 Isle of Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

"The Grand Duchy of Geoff has recently been plagued by a rash of unusually weird and terrible monsters of an unknown sort. This western area, particularly the mountain fastness which separates the Grand Duchy from the Dry Steppes, has long been renowned for the generation of the most fearsome beasts, and it has been shunned accordingly -- save a handful of hardy souls with exceptional Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

When it comes to the The Lost City (B4) I always seem to find myself reinventing the wheel with this adventure and that's alright in my mind.Lately I've been doing a lot of high end/hi technological relics for my games & a project I've been working on with a friend. More on that another time folks but the point is that I can easily justify my choice of artifacts & relics. Once upon a timeNeedleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

One of the rarest relics created by the ancient Hyperboreans was  nanite skin weave mesh armor of the gods. This living metallic tissue armor was created using a vril power source when the Hyperborean super science was at its highest. The armor is made of an alien metallic living lattice that most would mistake for mold or fungus growing on rocks & whatnot in forbidden & dangerous parts of Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Serving with distinction for over thirty five years the Beta heavy laser rifle is one of the most iconic weapons of the federation. It has served in multiple fronts from the Earth Wars to the shores of Alpha Centuri. It is a reliable and highly adaptable weapon system that even today is found from time to time in some ruins & federation ships. The weapon system has been retro engineered fromNeedleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Based upon retro engineered recovered alien technology from various crash sites on Old Earth during the 1980 period. The comlink was the standard in Old Earth telecommunications for over forty years. It is a reliable & viable system which forms a non scripted piece of communications & security technology aboard many federation & legion installations to this day. The Commlock (Portable Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Hashic Vro Tholian occultist looked on the swampland with concern & more then a little fear. Positioned all around the vast & seeming infinity swamp were the wrecks of a thousand flyers from hundred alien cultures. 'What's up with all of the flyers Hashic?'  'Rel The Strong' the red Martian mercenary spit the words out with a sort of vindictive Martian curse. 'I've seen this type of Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

'Why are we running?' Rel The Strong' the red Martian mercenary was running through the mud of 'Old Venus'. 'Because I relieved the legion of an object that didn't belong to them' Vro Tholian occultist was flying through the swamp with little ceremony. 'Is it valuable?' Rel's voice was flaccid at best & panicked at worst.  'Yes' 'Then what are we going to do?' Rel was almost but not quite Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Two figures walked along the dead sea bottom & the fine sand kicked up around them. Their heels moved in time to their hearts they walked along the unfamiliar landscape of the wasteland. 'Where the hell are we by the nine jeddaks are we?' Rel The Strong' the red Martian mercenary was growling through his teeth & kicking the strange sand at his feet. Hashic Vro Tholian occultist of Vulthoom Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

"Who is that?" 'Rel The Strong' the red Martian mercenary was squinting his eyes  at the horizon. Hashic Vro Tholian occultist looked on the horizon with dismay. "We should hide before it sees us" the voice of the occultist was polite as always but firm"It?!" "It was one of the human colonists who seems to have found the vaults of the God of Greed" "You mean?!" 'Rel The Strong' held a Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Deep in the western parts of the Old Solar System are places with alien has taken root & ancient spirits not seen on Old Earth for a billion years haunt strange woods. There are weird spirits who hunt in the dreams of men & were old when the first stone hinges were reared in decrepit Mu. There are spirits of storm, chaos, & the savagery of the alien elemental forces that still call to men Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

When the 'Word' was spoken & the ninth & tenth planets were shattered into the asteroid field in the solar system there were places that survived. Ancient treasure vaults that should never be found. As mankind and the near  humans races expand into the nearby some of these places will be uncovered & nothing will ever be the same again. The beings of a dying elder world, wise with the Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Between the cracks of reality & the unreality of the fluid places where demons dwell there is are those bargainers who work each & every mortal mark they can with their dark powers of guile. Destruction of the immortal soul is their ultimate aim. But they do it with a flourish and a style for those wizards who think of themselves superior to each and every demonic essence in the blackness Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

After last week's game the PC's made it into the road of Tengel Village. But then this week they had an encounter with the underbelly of the village itself. The PC's were hot on the trail of Sir.Tristan & co but didn't even make it into the village when they saw a party of Tsathoggua cultists & attacked.  They've had dealings before with these bastards & it hasn't been pretty. The Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Time for another amazing adventure with that “that thin,austere mariner of the interstellar gulfs, who had dreamt of circumnavigatingspace and thus becoming the Magellan of the constellations."  with Captain Volmar & his intrepid interstellar crew of space explorers! Time for another the Captain Volmar story & this time its from Wonder Stories Quarterly v02n04 (1931 Summer).  I love everythingNeedleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Once the Elder Thing essence body jumps it leaves behind its corruption in the host body of its former victim. The eyes may be the window to the soul but these horrors beyond imaging leave some of their corruption & insanity in the corpses of their victims. The terror & corruption of the toad-god Tsathoggua is captured inside the souls of these monsters and spreads through Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0

Among the frozen wastes of old Earth the mummified  remains of a certain group of the Voormi race have been found in the furthermost reaches of that ancient world & on far flung Hyperborean colony worlds. These things are not what they appear to be. An ancient circle of one hundred black wizards of the Elder Things had transferred their essence into their Voormi servants. Some Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11243274667834930867noreply@blogger.com0