by MonsterMike

14 September 2026: How did your RPG session(s) go this week?

by MonsterMike

A new GeekList has been posted 14 September 2026: How did your RPG session(s) go this week?

by IronJawa

The Great Sea, west of Lond Daer; Spring; 2966

Bruni the dwarf sits upon Bailey the Pony and looks out over the water. From his position on the bow of the Sea Wing he ponders how he got here. The last thing he remembered was drinking the milk that the Hobbit, Tildo Hornblower Took, had given him. Then he’d woken up travelling to Toden on a boat, something he’d expressly told the rest of the fellowship that he didn’t want to do. As he watches the waves pass beneath him, it feels almost as if he were flying.


Up ahead the clouds grow dark and the wind begins to turn. “Make ready!” Bruni calls out to Eagre and the members of the fellowship. “A storm comes!”

“No thanks.” Tildo replies. The hobbit heads belowdeck, refusing to help crew the boat in any way.

The storm quickly overtakes the Sea Wing, but the captain of the Fellowship of the Wolf is everywhere that assistance is required. Riding Bailey around the deck both dwarf and pony alike are instrumental in staving off disaster. Bruni does not have long to bask in the glow of a job well done before it is pointed out that the fellowship gains a bonus to their mishap rolls thanks to the study of maps they undertook during the last fellowship phase as well as the patronage of Elrond.

Bruni wakes. It has been four days since the Sea Wing departed Lond Daer. Once again the sea is flat as glass. The sails feel no wind. While some progress has been made by rowing, it is slow going and Bruni knows he has to do something to keep up the fellowship’s morale. The dwarf lays out a program of shipboard enrichment activities including things like shuffleboard and a karaoke night. Laurelin, an elf of the woodland realm, is particularly pleased when he learns that the Rivendell elf Lirion will be taking part in the wet t-shirt competition.

The Sea Wing remains becalmed for a further week and a half and Bruni senses that the morale of the fellowship has hit a record low. The Dúnedain ranger Minastir stares unblinking into West and even the prospect of a wet shirtless Lirion fails to raise Laurelin’s spirits. Bruni knows he’ll have to dig deep into his bag of tricks to prevent a mass exodus overboard. “Okay lads, gather round.” He announces. “We’re going to sing Agadoo! If that doesn't cheer you up I’ve got a game we can play where we all pretend to be old ladies who solve murders.”

Ere long the wind does return and the journey continues but it is not long before the weather betrays the fellowship yet again. Eagre had been going to great effort to keep the Sea Wing out of the shadows off the Black Cliffs, but gusts out of the West push the boat inexorably towards them. Indeed, they have not long passed into the shadows when something strikes the hull. The fellowship crowds to the railing and finds the source of the impact to be a black painted barrel. A length of chain stretches towards the cliffs. Lirion’s elf eyes perceive a second chain leading down into the depths.

“I'll bet it leads to treasure.” Bruni surmises. “One of you should go down and get it.”

“Why don't you go?” Minastir replies.

Bruni shakes his head. “Now Minastir, is dwarfs aren't natural swimmers. I'd sink like a stone.”

“Surely that would help you get to the end of the chain faster.” The ranger points out.

“But then I wouldn't be able to get back to the surface, and don't call me Shirley.”

Minastir nods thoughtfully. “We could tie a rose to you and pull you back up.”

“If we put a pot over his head he'll be able to breathe underwater.” Tildo adds.

“If he's got a pot on his head he won't be able to see the treasure.” Minastir points out.

Tildo and Lirion dive into the water to investigate. They discover no treasure, but a second barrel linked to the first by the chain. Both barrels are anchored to the sea floor by chains.

Tildo suspects the structure to be a floating harbour of a kind, while Minastir wondered if it could be meant as a means of sinking ships. The fellowship bandies around a few more theories, growing more outlandish with each attempt, before Eagre steps in and explains that it's a dock for a large ship.

“Like the one the Black Numenorians, sorry, Gondorians, have in London Dear?” Minastir asks.

Eagre shakes his head. “Bigger ‘en that.”

“I said it was a dock!” Tildo complains, finally understanding how women in male dominated fields feel all the time. “I said it first and none of you listened to me.”

“Shut up Dildo.” Bruni dismisses the hobbit with a wave of his hand.

“What should we do with it?” Laurelin asks. “It must belong to the baddies because it's painted black, and everyone knows only baddies paint things black.”

Bruni wants to smash the barrels but Minastir suggests that they keep them intact, in case they need to use them on the way back.

Tildo suspects that whoever owns this dock has a secret base in the cliffs nearby. He tries to talk Eagre into sailing closer, but the old sailor point blank refuses so the hobbit jumps into the water and begins the long swim. It’s hard work and the current threatens to dash him against the rocks, but the hobbit perseveres and when he arrives at the base of the cliff he finds a ledge covered with a black cloth. Removing the cloth Tildo discovers a collection of hidden supplies. He eats some of what he finds and starts to push the rest of it into the sea. While he does so he sings a song to himself but, perhaps because he’s tired from the swim, it sounds terrible. On the Sea Wing, Minastir and Bruni struggle to make out what is going on at the cliffs.

“You can’t see it because you have your shirts on.” Laurelin tells them.

A week later, the Sea Wing drops anchor near the mouth of the River Isen, out of sight of the settlement of Todden.

“Why have we stopped?” Minastir asks.

“I ain’t welcome ‘mongst Craddog’s Folk. None a Nimue’s Folk ‘re.” Eagre explains “Their suspicion’ll stick to ya, even if I were ta just drop ya off in t’port. I’ll sail ya up to the Saltmarsh and ya can walk down from thar.”

Minastir sighs. The balkanization of the fisher folk combined with Bruni gentle acceptance of being drugged and put on boat is giving the ranger pause to reconsider if all of this was really worth the effort.

At first light the Sea Wing sails up the Isen and, with Eagre’s promise to pick them up in three days' time, the fellowship disembarks.

Laurelin leads the fellowship slog through the saltmarsh. It’s a grueling slog for many in the group, but the elves seem to have no trouble. Bruni watches the elves step lightly over the surface of the marsh, their shoes hardly troubled by the mud. “You know what Minastir? I’m really getting sick of these elves.”

The ranger opens his mouth, trying to mount a defense of the eldar. He feels mud seeping into his boots. Minastir sighs. “Pair of dickheads.”

Exiting the marsh, the fellowship finds itself outside the hut of Mad Magga, a local woman rumoured to be a witch. She can be heard singing from inside. It’s not a pleasant sound, although the song is recognisable. After ascertaining that the hut does not have chicken legs, or legs of any kind for that matter, the fellowship debate if they should go and talk to her; they are a group of heavily armed individuals and would be a bad look to just rock up unannounced for no reason. Tildo quickly grows bored of all the yapping and just walks up to the house singing. The hobbit's version of the song is worse than Magga’s.

“Keep your bow ready Laurelin.” Bruni says as he watches Tildo walk away. “If things look like they’re heading south, put an arrow in Tildo. We can’t risk him falling into the hands of the Enemy. He knows too much.”

At the hut Magga has stopped singing, but she doesn’t open the door. Tildo continues his awful singing until at last the woman is forced to come outside and deal with him.

“Calm down young man!” The woman cries out. “You’re breaking Magga’s ears with your nonsense.”

Tildo introduces himself and Magga takes a moment to touch his face with her hands, leading the watching fellowship to conclude she must be blind. “Why do they call you ‘mad’?”

“They can’t handle the truth!” Magga shouts before leaning down and whispering “Minas Ithil was an inside job!”

The two talk for a while with Tildo gaining a little information about goings on in Todden: Magga saw Gildore, the elf Elrond tasked the fellowship with finding, in the village talking to Craddog the village chief; someone calling themselves ‘The Sea Prince’ has been making trouble in the village. As he returns to the rest of the fellowship Tildo goes back to singing the song from earlier, badly.

“That’s not how it goes! It goes like this..” Magga shouts after him, before singing the exact same thing in the exact same way.

The fellowship pushes on, following the crude map Eagre gave them. Half way between Mad Magga’s hut and Todden they come across the standing stones known as the Wiltmen. The Wiltmen comprises eight statues of humanoid figures with fat bellies, sitting cross legged and facing outwards from the circle.


Bruni and Minastir feel the influence of the Shadow upon the Wiltmen and draw back from them.

“We’ve visited two stone circles so far and they’ve both been evil.” Minastir notes. “Anyone else think that’s weird?”

Laurelin looks curiously at the faces of one of the statues. “They kinda look like you, Bruni.”

“What?!” Bruni blusters. “Don’t talk soft, you stupid elf.”

“I don’t know.” Minastir says thoughtfully. “They have your cold, dead eyes and triangular piggie nose.”

“I do not have a piggie nose, Minastir!” Bruni shouts. “My nose is as cute as a button!”

The fellowship presses on and soon finds itself overlooking Todden. The settlement sits on the shore of the Great Sea and is centred around a market place. A large causeway leads out to a huge tower in the sea. Minastir works out that the tower is Numenorean and that the causeway was built after the tower, although it too is very old.

"You're such a nerd Minastir." Lirion grumbles.

“Think we should go in stealthy?” Bruni asks.

Minastir shakes his head. “We’re not very good at stealth and it’ll only cause more problems when we’re inevitably caught. I do think we should tell them why we’re here. Not right away.”

“So we need a cover story.” Lirion says.

“How about we tell them we came from Isengard to buy fish?” Laurelin suggests. “That’s close enough they’ve probably heard of it, right?”

“We could tell them we’re on my stag do.” Bruni suggests. “All my friends died along the way and you lot replaced them. When someone dies on a dwarf stag do they get replaced by whoever happens to be nearby. A dwarf stag do doesn’t end until the groom is dead.”

Minastir rubs his temples. “We should probably think about this a bit more.” He sighs.

You can find our other adventures in the Lone Lands here

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by zangster

Lynith wrote:

neil901 wrote:

How should I handle an item that I listed in this Geeklist being sold off-site (I had also cross posted these items in my IRL social networks)?

I was gonna delete it from the geeklist but I see an instruction up top suggesting not to delete items.

I'd like some instructions on this, from the other side of things. Because then we aren't REALLY bidding for games. BIN sure, first come first serve. But we can have bids listed and then "offsite" suddenly it's gone. Then it's not really a bidding.

DON'T DELETE THE LISTING.

Just edit the description to sold elsewhere and clear out everything else. That said, it's generally in poor taste to start accepting bids and then removing it from the list as being sold elsewhere. Personally, if someone has made a bid, then in my mind the sale is live, and I've committed to selling to the highest bidder. If you want to make sure a minimum price has been reached, set a reserve price or BIN.

by DadsAngry

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I don’t know what edition it is. Its as pictured.

by Skello496

IronJawa wrote:

Might of the Firstborn is such a good Virtue. Do you have any plans for how you'll develop Ecthelion going forward?

It really is - sometimes it's the entire difference between life and death.

Not yet, I haven't really planned out his character advances. I have a rough plan of where I want the story to take him, especially now with the new books coming out soon, but I haven't decided on any specifics. I've thought about soliciting reading feedback on that, actually, to make him a kind of community build with those who read the posts. If I do, I'll add a channel for it to the Journey Into the Unknown discord at some point soon.

Thanks for reading, and I appreciate the question!

by Lynith

neil901 wrote:

How should I handle an item that I listed in this Geeklist being sold off-site (I had also cross posted these items in my IRL social networks)?

I was gonna delete it from the geeklist but I see an instruction up top suggesting not to delete items.

I'd like some instructions on this, from the other side of things. Because then we aren't REALLY bidding for games. BIN sure, first come first serve. But we can have bids listed and then "offsite" suddenly it's gone. Then it's not really a bidding.

by neil901

How should I handle an item that I listed in this Geeklist being sold off-site (I had also cross posted these items in my IRL social networks)?

I was gonna delete it from the geeklist but I saw an instruction suggesting not to delete items. Should I mark sold (albeit not to a BGGer) or just strikethrough?

by Moonlight_Fox

An item RPG Item: Briar & Bramble has been added to the geeklist 2026 RPGG Challenge: Play Five RPGs You Have Never Played Before (Each At Least Once)