Category Archives: Roleplaying logs

Logs and recounts of roleplaying situations on the Disc.

You seem to have a curious visitation

This modern cafe provides people with coffee, fresh from Klatch, Quirm and Howondaland and, as well as normal coffees, they also sell specialities from around the Disc, allowing a truly cosmopolitan experience. Owned by Jack Bank, who can normally be … Continue reading

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An Unholy Alliance

Daimon prowls the night on silent wings, flying towards his usual hunting grounds near the hills south of the city where the deer and the antelope play but there fortunately are quite few ranges and ranches. Standing waist-deep in a … Continue reading

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I’m just a temporary guest.

Delia looks around her with interest. Zale looks doubtfully at the paper in his hand. “Uhm, I think this might be it.” Delia peers around your shoulder at the paper, “Well if the key works, must be it!” she decides … Continue reading

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At Least It is not Genua!

The foyer of the AM branch of the Green Slab office is just bustling with activity as reporters and editors rush in and out, slamming doors and occasionally slamming into each other. The whole atmosphere has a jumbled and chaotic … Continue reading

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Borogravia Needs Silver!

The foyer of the AM branch of the Green Slab office is just bustling with activity as reporters and editors rush in and out, slamming doors and occasionally slamming into each other. The whole atmosphere has a jumbled and chaotic … Continue reading

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Boy Time

Doctor Raleigh Montague puts away his papers at last and prepares to be social; it’s a rare weekend he doesn’t show up at the guild, and he didn’t over this past weekend. He moves to the cabinet. “What’s your poison, … Continue reading

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That time of the month eh?

Raleigh Montague arrives at the ruins in the middle of the Tump, where, unaccountably, nobody goes, and slips in between the marble ruins to the centre, where there is a rather crude courtyard. He settles down on a fallen column, … Continue reading

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To Be Hired or Not To Be Hired….

This modern cafe provides people with coffee, fresh from Klatch, Quirm and Howondaland and, as well as normal coffees, they also sell specialities from around the Disc, allowing a truly cosmopolitan experience. Owned by Jack Bank, who can normally be … Continue reading

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The Best Coffeehouse on the Disc

This is a small coffee house known as Fat Sally’s. There are three long tables with benches next to them. A small, grimy lamp gives some light, and above it, steam and pipe smoke swirl together around the ceiling. The … Continue reading

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Our Finest Virtue

Thick cigar smoke curls through the air of this stately reading room, wafting across the ornate oil paintings that hang on the clover-green walls. Empty brandy glasses sit on the oaken end-tables. Several stiff leather armchairs provide a stylish place … Continue reading

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