Hearken, warriors of fortune!

The chosen children of Acacius have fallen before the savage abyss. Years of exploration, of diplomacy, of heroism; all teeter on the brink of collapse. The lengthening shadows draw fresh chaos from the night, and even the bravest cower before the encroaching tide. Bastions of enlightenment have crumbled before the rot in the world, and servants of iniquitous demons gather, to tear the gods screaming from the heavens!

This is your chance to forge the shape of the future. Your chance to steal opportunity from the fickle whims of fate.

This is an age in which those that act will see their names etched in eternity, while those that falter will fall into ignominy.

It is an age of legend.

An age of blood.

An age of iron!

Friday, 19 April 2013

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The last Sunday of the 'Spring' term saw the usual array of missions. As the Troglodyte army descended upon the forces of Amon Tor, the adventurers moved against the Kharn to take control of the army for themselves. Meanwhile, others set out to destroy Amon Tor's new war machines, rescue some resistance spies holed up in the path of enemy forces, assassinate the Amonian general, and mop up the rest of the besiegers as their leaderless army fell apart. 

All in a days work for the adventurers of the Golden Grain!

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