The Pictish Frontier, Aquilonia, the World of Hyboria
Day One. Afternoon, 11th day of the month of Qrot, 1280th year of the Age of Aquilonia
"Know, O prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west."
Hither came the heroes of this tale; those from the Great Pyramid:
Cruloc the Cruel: Savage Cimmerian barbarian
Kiri: Mountainous mystic warrior of the mysterious East
Zahra: Lioness-masked, pale, fierce amazon
And those new companions they met in their far-reaching journeys:
Grigor: Nomadic gypsy warrior-priest
Iago: Dashing swashbuckling Zingaran buccaneer
Through adventures across the Hyborian continent, the band now shares a close bond they've not yet bothered to sunder. The three newcomers have heard their friends' wild tales of lost Atlantis and only half believe them. But half a promise of such riches has so far proven enough.
Midsummer draws near. Having slowly emptied their fat purses in the great cities of the world, their search for lost Atlantis has brought them to the very end of civilization.
At the western border of Aquilonia, in a newly settled province forged of land recently wrested from the savage, indigenous Picts and tenuously held by an Aquilonian fort that was still some miles before them, the adventurers follow a fresh cut trail through forests thick, quiet and primeval.
The shadows deepen and lengthen in this untamed wilderness past the Westernmarck and across the Thunder River. They hope to make the Black River fort tonight, and strike out west from there into the wilds of Pictland for the fabled ruins of an Atlantean colony called Thracia.
Suddenly, from somewhere ahead, deep within the green dark walls that flank them on both sides, the sound of a twig snapping underfoot!
Introductory Posts and Actions!
PC Status:
Cruloc: Cimmerian Northman Barbarian 3: Move: 12", AC: 4, HP: 45/45
Dahinna: Zamoran Southwoman Thief 4: Move: 12", AC: 4, HP: 19/19
Grigor: Zamoran Nomad Cleric/Fighter 3/3: Move: 9", AC: 1, HP: 29/29, Spells: 4/4 1st lvl, 2/2 2nd lvl
Iago: Zingaran Southman Fighter 4: Move: 12", AC: 5, HP: 32/32
Kiri Khutan: Kambujan Easterner Fighter/Magic-User 3/2: Move: 9", AC: 3, HP: 19/19, Spells: 3/3 1st lvl
Zahra: Verulian Amazon Fighter 4: Move: 12", AC: 3, HP: 29/29
Gnasher: Grigor's Hound: Move: 12", AC: 5, HD: 2+2, HP: 11/11, AT: 1, D: 1-4
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