zanita

[Sojourn: Weak hit] (Recuperate, Resupply: at max health/supply) I spent that night and the next morning resting up. Aralu’s tea seemed to be doing me a world of good and their company was soothing, but sooner than I wanted it was time to go. It was only just sinking in for me how much of my life had revolved around hating Elves for something they didn’t do. I still resented them a little because dad gave up his life for them, but I also knew that he did it for me too. [Read More]

Aralu asked me to stay in Red Home for a day or so while they made preparations for Adda’s ‘punishment’. Apparently the help I was getting was Aralu themself fighting at my side. It came as a relief, I didn’t want to face the Ghoul alone. It was terrifying and I needed a little time out of Raven Wood to process what I’d been told about dad. “So what was this ritual that he did? [Read More]

Sword in hand now I took stock of my bearings and decided to just start walking. [Undertake a Journey: Strong Hit] I quickly found my way back to the clearing where I’d killed those bandits. The bodies still littered the forest floor. No time to hang around though. I had a job to do. [Undertake a Journey: Weak Hit] I ate some and fed Poe. I would soon be out of food altogether. [Read More]

And there it was, a village grown out of the living trees. I don’t know how the Elves convince trees to grow like that but it’s a hell of a talent. Last time I saw an Elf village I was 7. Last time I entered the woods I was 7. They’ll pay for that. The village was grown around a central pillar, one of the old Iron obelisks. I’m pretty sure the pillars are older than the spindlers, no idea what made them. [Read More]

“Ok Nak, so how do I kill it?” “Search me Zan, it’s a legend. I didn’t think they even existed any more. The elves were meant to have killed ’em all off ages ago.” “Well clearly they didn’t. So, am I right in thinking I’m going to need to go talk those bloody twigs to get some information?” “Seems like it. Look, I know you ain’t fond of them but you might want to put your temper on a leash. [Read More]

This is session 1 one of my Ironsworn playthrough. The story of Zanita, a young Warden eager to prove her worth. Zanita comes from the wealthy town of Raven Wood that sits on the crossroads of the Flooded Lands, The Deep Wilds and Southern edge of the Havens. Raven Wood has decent relations with the Elves, their hunters are allowed to enter the woods on the condition that they don’t delve too far. [Read More]