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Wayfinder 2 is here!

Posted By Montalve on February 3, 2010

Wayfinder 2

At long last, the wait is ended. Wayfinder 2 is HERE!

Within the pages of this free tome are stories and rules for the world of Golarion and the Pathfinder RPG.

Some of the stories in this latest Wayfinder were contributed by authors from this site:

Paris Crenshaw offers usWinter’s Fool part 1“. This tale continues the story which began in “A Pathfinder’s Journal: From Talitha’s Tomb,” as found in Wayfinder. Coming soon , is “Winter’s Fool part 2,” which will continue the saga of “The Crowheart Legacy“.

Ernesto “Montalve” Ramirez presents us with the second part of “Life in Korvosa“, an ongoing story based on Paizo’sCurse of the Crimson Throne” AP. The first part of this tale had the honor of debuting in the first Wayfinder.

Jonathan “Wicht” McAnulty, author of “A Harvest to Remember,” contributed a recipe for Lost Coast Pumpkin Soup and also added to the ongoing tale of “The Greenhorns,” specifically authoring “Tanglehead’s Journal.”

Winter’s Fool Part 1

Posted By Paris Crenshaw on February 3, 2010

His boots fell heavily on fog-slick stairs. The grey mist rose up from the river and clung to everything, muting the sounds of his footsteps and his labored breathing. Saeren had been climbing through the tangled, mostly vertical, maze known as Merne’s Alley for hours. He was tired, despite his frequent stops to look for signs to point him in the right direction. He’d also spent too much time looking at his feet, but it was the only way to avoid the patches of ice that crossed his path like overconfident thieves. He had lost sight of the river some time ago, but he was nowhere near the top. (more…)

Life in Korvosa Part 2

Posted By Montalve on February 3, 2010

Natalia Crow by James Anthony Huang

 

I have been floating in darkness for an eternity surrounded by a great nothingness, the smell of incense and alcohol making me dizzy. Whenever I moan something fresh is brought against my face and then the pain is gone. I can hear voices in the darkness; I search for them to no avail. I can hear something else too, something I easily recognize: the musical sound of silver against silver in the eternal abadarite dance of money changing hands.

“I am sorry, this is not enough”.

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Pathfinders of Qadira Part 3

Posted By Zuxius on February 1, 2010

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Katheer, The House of Mansoor Sorush
I will be dining with Mansoor and his wife, soon.  It is to be a special occasion celebrating my first assignment since my return.  Odd, considering Mansoor told me that the fate of many novice Pathfinders is death.  Better to just write than to ponder that.

This morning started out rather groggily after that horrendous storm.  It had inflicted severe damage to the area.  Mansoor spent half the day giving orders to his servants on how to clean it all up.  He also went out to check (more…)

A Harvest to Remember

Posted By Wicht on January 19, 2010

They say a girl always remembers her first time.

It was autumn and I was sixteen years of age. The smell of summer haying had been replaced with that of ripened apples. Our livestock had been moved out of the grazing fields and nearer the barns. Churlwood was bathed in a blanket of golden crimson and the promise of winter was heavy in the morning air. It was my favorite season and Lamashan was my favorite month; I wanted to make it a harvest to remember.

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Epic in the Making: Pathfinders of Qadira

Posted By admin on January 8, 2010

QadiraAlmost a year ago I created Pathfinder Chronicler. Net to become a factory of Pathfinder Fiction.  I consulted the community on the best approach to do this and implemented their ideas.  New members joined (as others left) and we trained them in our system to be productive and fruitful.  During this time, we threw around one particular idea: a faithful ongoing epic that readers can depend on.  You see, a lot of writers start novel size stories, but seldom do they finish them. 

‘Pathfinders of Qadira’ is different, although it is outlined as a serial novel. The story is told from several characters’ perspectives.  Editors on staff write from a character’s point of view progressing the overall story.  This time around, it happens to be me contributing. 

The first week of every month we will post the next part of Pathfinders of Qadira. To start this epic off, we are posting the first two parts.  Some of you may recognize this story from Wayfinder #1 last PaizoCon ’09.  I will assure you that this story has been heavily augmented and may read a bit different.  As the saying goes, it isn’t important where you are, but how you got there.  Enjoy!

Pathfinders of Qadira Part 1

Posted By Zuxius on January 8, 2010

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We have heard of your exploits through Mansoor and wish to extend an invitation for you to join our Society.  By Mansoor’s request we are forgoing our traditional recruitment, allowing you the honor to become a field agent.   This is a rarity we seldom bestow to individuals without formal training, but Mansoor’s faith in your abilities assures us you are ready.

I am Janiff Ivulxtin, speaker for the Decemvirate, those who ensure the Pathfinder Society flourishes.  Our organization searches the world for knowledge and secrets and over time, our Society has made amazing discoveries, some of which have attracted the attention of those that would harm us.

It is I who keeps the Decemvirate safe from personal attack.  I take care in keeping their identities hidden from our enemies.  The greatest danger to our organization is the exposure of Decemvirate members, for the secrets, they possess, (more…)

Pathfinders of Qadira Part 2

Posted By Zuxius on January 8, 2010

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Katheer, The House of Mansoor Sorush

I am at last resting in Mansoor’s house, but the thunder and lightning outside keeps me from falling asleep.  I am glad this night is nearly behind me, because I truly dreaded meeting Mansoor again.

When I arrived at Majeer’s tent of Exotic Weaponry and Antiquities, I realized they were closed for the night, so I went behind, to Mansoor’s house.  I stared at the door remembering the last time I had seen it, Mansoor had been screaming at me.  “Never set foot in this house again!”

After considering several poorly worded attempts to say how sorry I was for the way things worked out, I simply knocked.  I expected a cold reception; but Mansoor opened the door and smiled warmly at me.  (more…)

The Ship of Ishtar

Posted By Montalve on January 7, 2010

The Ship of Ishtar by A. Merrit

Like many, I have had the misfortune of not being exposed to A. Merrit’s work.   Fortunately, Paizo’s Planet Stories book line has changed that.  There is one word to define The Ship of Ishtar: Epic!  How else could it be called?  A modern man from the 1920’s is taken to a parallel universe where he is caught between an eternal war between the goddess of life and the god of death.

John Kenton, once a rich archeologist, now a broken ex-soldier from The Great War (WWI), has received a gift from an old friend and collegue. That gift being an ancient stone block engraved with the writings of an incomplete story. Reawakened by his passion for archaeology, Kenton feels renewed as he reads the names of men, gods and places of ancient times.  This event stirs an even greater feeling within Kenton, something he thought dead after the war: a desire for adventure and discovery.  This innervation is heightened after experiencing a soft, yet deep perfume within the block.   He breaks it, freeing what is trapped inside.  It’s a ship!  A tiny ship of ivory and onyx, gold and gems, an impossible ship… (more…)

On the Whispering Way (A fragment of a book of shadows)

Posted By Dogbert on November 23, 2009

The young teen flipped through the pages of the leather-bound tome. Despite its age, the book was still in remarkable condition… almost like a grimoire. “So you’re a necromancer dad, no wonder you keep to yourself like you do” the girl said to herself as she ran fingers through her short, raven tresses.  Her big, emerald eyes of elven half-blood went through the paragraphs in spite of the most insufficient light she used to read, skipping pages at random, stopping on paragraphs that called her:

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Almost every scholar of the black arts is familiar to some degree with The Whispering Way, a philosophy which seeks perfection in stasis, and claims the world must die in order for it to forever live. That, at least, is the assumed (more…)