The Burnt Bugbear Blog

H alreth sipped the pint in his hands, and unable to hide his grimace, caused several of his companions to chuckle heartily. “Manling’s got his first taste of proper drink, and look at him! He’s already redder than blood!” Beldar howled, his own pint of Greyfrost nearly spilling as he looked on at Halreth’s first tentative delve into the world of dwarven brewing. “It’s. . .bitter, and half as hot as liquor. You drink this on a normal eve?”      “By the barrelful,” Beldar replied, “and don’t you go comparing this fine ale to that manling swill! I’ve smelled more pleasant things in an alchemist’s shop, I have.” Halreth shrugged, peering into his mug like a child might gaze into a well. “So,” Halreth said, “let me get this straight. You and Baldrick here are brothers. Brothers, and part of clan Ironthane.” Beldar (left) and Baldrick (right).      “Aye,” the two siblings agreed in unison. “And you, uncle, are part of clan Copperbrow, alongside Glo...

Finally, at long last, I've got everything I need to play Guards of Traitor's Toll  painted and ready to roll. Well, sort of: some of the buildings are not quite what I would have preferred to use (the Dwarven Forge stuff is perfect for RPG play, but very square and boxy for more cinematic play), but that's a problem for another day!  Sit down and lend your ear (well, your eyes in actuality, but you get the point) while I regale you with a tale concerning the Wineskins. . .and their hunt for the Phantom!  -- Captain Broln sighed as he put his helm on and slammed down the visor, as though the act of putting a thin sheet of iron between his face and the world would hide his obvious displeasure. Any who knew him could tell in an instant that he was annoyed, and he knew that. Guardsman Donns said it was the way he "hussl'd" when he was anxious, but Broln suspected it was more the fact that he became almost painfully curt when his mood turned foul that gave him awa...