Hello again and happy new year! It’s time to look back at another year of Errant Adventures! And what a year it was. So let’s jump right in! Looking at my goals for 2024, I planned to release my new campaign, stream an Ironsworn game, and publish some writing from my sci-fi universe. Well… I released the new campaign, but once again I did zero streaming and published none of my writing, which if…
Welcome to the end of 2023, the third year of the podcast and a markedly different year than the first two. First, I want to say thank you to everyone who has listened, shared, and engaged with Errant Adventures this year. I didn’t get a chance to do all of the things I wanted to, but I’m incredibly proud of the episodes I did release this year. So let’s talk about it! 2023 saw my return to…
Sees-with-fresh-eyes dances paths where stars tread listening to the emptiness and rejoicing. There is peace again. The stars are returning to their ancient holds, fewer than before, but victorious. Through the void, sees-with-fresh-eyes soars, passing the many globes of heaven, singing of this new beginning. It is a song of sorrow and joy, praising the valor of those who fought and remembering…
Hey folks, this past Saturday evening, a friend and I ran a Starforged one-shot at our local gaming store. We had a blast, and I wanted to share some of my thoughts on how it went. Six people showed up, which I think was pretty good for a relatively small town game store running a non-D&D ttrpg event! My friend covered the mechanics and got everyone oriented, then we jumped into Truths. We decided…
It’s the end of another year and the second anniversary of my first episode release. Time for another year in review! Once again, I’m incredibly grateful for everyone who has listened, shared, and engaged with Errant Adventures over the last year. It’s a lot of work making this show, but knowing there are people out there enjoying it makes that work worth it! So, once again, thank you! Let’s get…
I walk these streets paved by human hands, and I marvel at what we have accomplished. All around me is wildness, trees and swamps, but all around me is also civilization, manicured lawns and homes. When I began this walk, there was still light. I saw the road ahead, and I recognized the world around me. But… Now the sun retreats behind the trees, over the horizon, on to its rest or its new…
Davennar, the city of spines, the city that bleeds by Joshua Meehan
Year 1: Artus Vixilio (aged 45) Cataclysm strikes the island kingdom of Aelfhime. As a shroud falls around the boundaries of the island, many mortals who were living peacefully with the fae flee for safety. One such group finds a harbor in a protected mountain vale and begins building a settlement. The captain of the first ship to make landfall, Artus Vixilio, is proclaimed ruler of the new…
I recorded four episodes today. That's the most I've ever recorded in a single day, and I'm extremely happy about it! I've been running pretty much one week ahead for a while now, and I'm hoping to build up a little buffer. Of course, every time I do, something happens to whittle away that buffer. I recorded episodes 41 and 42 of Season 2 plus two shorter episodes that I'll be using as bonus…
A portion of the Vale.
A map of the City of Heartvale and its Districts
It’s the end of the year, a time for reflection, and since today is the one year anniversary of my first episodes releasing, I thought I might take a moment to reminisce on the last year of podcasting. First, I am incredibly grateful to everyone who has listened over the last year. As I’ve talked about elsewhere, I started the podcast thanks to some kind feedback from members of the Ironsworn:…
A Tale from Heartvale The Arisa cut through the dark seas as clouds continued to gather. At the helm, Steward Siorra eyed the remnants of the Orival . They should be trying to outrun the oncoming storm, but she had to know what had happened to their sister ship, to Filandro. Her crew knew that about her, that she wouldn’t leave without answers. Briga’s ten, they even supported her in that. Siorra…
A Tale from Heartvale The blade gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. Morter felt it press against his throat and drag downward, cutting away the five day growth. The barber wiped the residue on his apron and started another pass, stopped, and took a deep breath. “What stories do you have for me today?” Morter asked. Peray cleared his throat and said, "Ah, nothing. Nothing today.” Morter glared at…
A Tale from Heartvale Fara waited for the torches to pass. They couldn't see her pressed against the wall, so she had a chance. The Watch presence in the Grasp had increased since the Gathering. Even a year ago, the Watch wouldn't bother to patrol the Grasp at night, but ever since they dragged Hadran down from his podium and beat him to death, they'd been keeping a closer eye on the workers who…
Hello and welcome. As always, I'm your game master and solo player, Steve Morrison, and, like many creatives, I have imposter syndrome. I constantly doubt whether my work, be it writing or recording, is good enough to be seen by anyone. And for years, I've allowed that fear to hold me back. I've let it keep me from publishing my writing. I've let it keep me from pursuing my creative dreams. I've…
An Errant Adventures: Tarquin prequel story “Aurelia, you have been found guilty of sedition against the Founder Clans and…” Her brother paused, staring past her from his high seat in the Chamber of Judgement. He had not once met her gaze through the proceedings, and it appeared he wouldn’t now. Aurelia lifted her chin and waited. She, at least, would not avert her gaze from the matter at hand.…
Character and Connection progress as it stands at the end of Episode 12. Ironsworn Starforged is currently in playtesting, and these sheets may not be final to the game. Designed by Shawn Tomkin. For more info, visit ironswornrpg.com
An Errant Adventures: Tarquin prequel story Adalee woke a split second before colliding with the bulkhead on the far side of her quarters. Struggling to her feet, she tried to muster her senses, but another explosion rocked the ship, tipping her back toward her bed. As Adalee struggled to maintain her footing in the tumult, her attention turned to a hammering on the door. A voice shouted something…