Novendo is a fantasy role playing world that has been evolving since I created it in 1975. Many players have contributed to this evolution, leaving their mark on Novendo just as surely as I have. I’ve always thought of fantasy role playing as collaborative story-telling, and I hope this blog will demonstrate that. The current … Continue reading
Before dawn the next day the Hand found themselves gathered, along with with the Lords Grimbold and Aldor, and Aldor’s son Imrah, in the Gateway Chamber of the city of Zhan-Tor. It was an immense, eight-sided space in a lower level of the subterranean part of the city, at least three stories high. The center … Continue reading
“The Khundari are a wonderful folk, to be sure,” Vulk sighed, as he sipped from his goblet of chewy Andaran red. “I can’t help but feel, however, that their fondness for endless bureaucratic procedures can be taken a bit too far.” He and several of the other members of the Hand were enjoying a leisurely … Continue reading
8 – 13 Vento 3020 After a fifnight of being feted by the Khundari of Zhan-Tor in gratitude for their ending of the threat of Horgüd Winderwalker and his air cult, the Hand figured it was time to return to Avantir. When Captain K’Jorul informed them, via Mariala’s Remote Writing, that he would be taking … Continue reading
18 Turniki — 4 Vento 3020, Aventir and Zhan-Tor, Oceania As it turned out, finding a way home from the ruined temple to which Thuron Yan’s vengeful machinations had brought them was relatively simple for the Hand of Fortune. The old sorcerer’s Nitrarin Gate linking spell remained intact and functional, and after an hour of … Continue reading
16 Turniki 3020, Avantir, Ocean Empire Vulk uses his psionic healing powers, boosted by the Staff of Summer (and the spell Defanged Serpent as a power stunt), to heal first Aldari, then Raven. By the time he gets to Ser Bizwyk (CS on Defanged Serpent), the man has stopped breathing. But he is able to … Continue reading
With the laying to rest of the unquiet spirts of the Harlath (and more importantly, if not widely known, the dispatching of the proto-demon ultimately behind it all), work was able to begin on the refurbishment of the grand old theater. Given it’s long, fearful, and well-deserved reputation, Toran had suspected that it might be … Continue reading
The Harlath Theater lies not far from the center of the suburban village of Khuronton, its lot surrounded by a screen of trees and a sagging wrought-iron fence which, while locked, is easily scaled. Weeds push through the cobblestone walkways and crude graffiti are scrawled at various points across the stonework. Inside the theater, . … Continue reading
“Well, I feel a bit terrible, bringing up business in the middle of this lovely celebration,” Marliza Farim said, with an apologetic glance around the common room of the Bookman’s Inn. “But young Ser Korwin assured me that it would, in fact, be the best time for it. “ “Well, he does know us,” Draik … Continue reading
Making his way home after midnight, Devrik felt very good about the session just concluded with Toran. They were well on their way to the realization of the artifact he had devised, and with his Khundari friend’s help was forging, which he planned to gift the chantry when he made his petition for the rank … Continue reading
The tenday following the Hand’s encounter with the Amberdune family of werejackals and Vulk’s healing of their mortally wounded (and technically dead) patroness, the lamia Nadalia, was an eventful period for the friends. Korwin visited sporadically, but was kept quite busy by the demands of his new mentor and the rigors of learning a new … Continue reading
