Looking through my desk for errant items, I always open up one drawer in particular. It’s dumb because I know exactly what is in that drawer as it is the same thing that has been in there for year: my defunct Circle of Orboros army from back when I attempted to learn Hordes/Warmachine.
Category: Frostgrave (Page 1 of 3)
As I’ve been discussing off and on over the last few weeks, our Frostgrave bands were set to explore a vast underground library. This scenario is actually a slight variation of the core rules “The Library” with a mix of “A Haunted House.” I wanted to get in some fun monsters and the Wraiths served well as ancient librarians trying to keep their sanctuary free from plunder.
Ok, some kid game humor with some bad dad joke flavor mixed in. But! I did want to talk about the new maze I made. We have Frostgrave Friday coming up this week and we’ll be journeying once again into the frozen wastes, this time to The Haunted Library…
Busy week this week so I was only able to mess around with one of the shots I made for the banner image. More Frostgrave fun for the week.
Looking ahead to our next Frostgrave session, I decided we would run the same scenario across both games to make things easier. I really like the idea of the maze-like library and theme in the The Library scenario but wanted more danger. The Haunted Houses scenario introduced wraiths and I thought that might be cool to have floating around the library, going through the maze walls like they were nothing.
I recently picked up some of the shade monsters from Descent and knew I had the scenario laid out.
With Colton and Reese’s game report in and my “narrative” session complete, I figured I’d wrap up the rest of the sessions by going over the some last items from reports with a quick write up of my game and a make-up game with the only member that couldn’t make it the first time around. But first, the centerpieces of our games, the Mausoleum and statues.
I know I’ve been obsessed with Frostgrave all week but after our first game, it has it’s hooks in me. Deep. So time to keep the ride going and highlight Therelin and her furry friends.
Claw’s musty fur felt soft in her hands as Therelin stroked the old sleeping hound, his oversized head lying in her lap. The candles had long gone out save for one flickering guardian. Had the spell failed? It rarely did before but the night was queer and all the nervous tension leading up to this moment may have jinxed her calling. Still, all the old powers surged at the ritual’s completion so she felt something else must afoot.
The hound’s ear twitched towards the door and soon enough, the young wizard heard the slow, heavy footfalls of her former guardian climbing the stairs. With a heavy knock, the unlatched door opened, ushering in a chill wind that guttered the last candle out.
“Sorry your Grace, but the men are ready,” Tog said softly in the dark.