Welcome to the Flaming Faggot

Callovia is called "the boundless empire" yet you have managed to find its northern border - a notorious roadhouse deep within the Madrasan Marches on the edge of the wilds of Llanvirnesse. The sign above the door reads "Flaming Faggot," which would suggest a cozy, homey inn with fresh biscuits served at teatime if not for the severed troll heads mounted on pikes at the gate.

As you cross the threshold the raucous din quiets momentarily as all eyes dart to the door and calloused hands drop instinctively to well-worn sword hilts. The threat, instantly assessed, is dismissed and roadhouse patrons go about their business hardly missing a beat.

Grim, hard-eyed men huddle around tables in close conversation thick with conspiracy; caravan guards gamble away their earnings; Caemric rangers sit close to the fireplace cooking the damp of the Black Annis from their clothes as they warm their innards with Red Dragon Ale; minstrels play and buxom wenches dance for the pleasure of men who pay them little attention - until they need a companion to warm their bed.

As you approach the bar, a huge, bald barman with a greatsword slung across his back slides a mug of freshly-pulled ale towards you, its frothy head dripping over the rim.

"Pull up a seat, lad," he says, "and let me tell you a tale of high adventure."

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

From "Neverwhere" - the first Den collection

The Queen has been sacrificing humans to Uluhtc every new moon, drawing it ever closer to the almost completed gate her slaves have been constructing, and the land grows steadily more sinister with its approach.  She holds the misguided belief that she will be able to control Uluhtc and make it serve her purposes.  Why do megalomaniacs always think they can control the Great Old Ones?

1 comment:

A Paladin In Citadel said...

Den was my favorite HEavy Metal series from the late 70's / early 80's. The rest are mostly forgotten.