Grettir was moaning to Paradoxides about not finding a Sphinx to ride. “Why don’t I take you to the 5th Circle of Hell”, says Paradoxides, “There’s bound to be one there.” “Er…. isn’t that where Gerion hangs out? You know, the Demon Lord we thwarted in the matter of Ptah. We killed his Lieutenant.” “Well, … Read more
While Grettir and Paradoxides were chasing sphinxes in the 5th Circle of Hell, Ubaron and Trevillion had been hanging out in Telemark, in a tavern that Trevillion – always a man with an eye to a commercial opportunity – had bought from an individual keen to depart town with some cash before the Imperials arrived. … Read more
Grettir was now the King of Telemark. That was the easy bit. Now he had to rule. Luckily Grettir had plans, lots of plans. Telemark Telemark comprised an impregnable castle at the end of a rocky peninsular, a large sheltered deep water harbour and an unplanned town spread out along the peninsular. There was a … Read more