Lord of the Sun, High King of the Lands, sundry other titles and tributes.
This flame-haired man sits in a high-backed silver throne, his robes
immaculate white. His right hand supports a orb divided into four
quadrants, a gleaming red gem embedded in its center, while his left
holds up a sword with a golden design worked into the metal of its
blade. His green eyes speak of disquiet knowledge, and his mouth is
slightly quirked, perhaps in mild amusement, perhaps in mild
Brand's first wife, said to have fallen fighting invaders.
On a desolate field stands a dark-haired blue-eyed woman garbed for
battle, indistinct forms locked in fighting all around her. Her foot
pins the neck of a giant serpent to the ground, the spear in her hands
aimed down at its head, which has swung up to strike at her, but her
expression is serene.
daughter of Belissa
daughter of Belissa
A small, sloe-eyed woman stands in a formal portrait-pose in a
dark-panelled room with four windows, each showing a different season.
She is wearing full plate armor decorated with a simple design inlaid
in gold, one slender hand resting on the matching burgonet-helmet lying
on a table, the other on the hilt of her sword. Dark hair cut page-boy
style surrounds a pale, almost mask-like face, pale gray eyes looking
out past the viewer into the far distance.
Brand's second wife, executed for treason.
Bright green eyes shine from a pale face framed by russet curls. Her
head is thrown back in laughter and she stands, hands on hips, in front
of a blazing hearth. A tawny cat rests to one side of the mantel behind
daughter of Freya
A tumble of dark auburn hair flows over one of this slim woman's
shoulders. She appears to be anout nine kalends of age. Her bright
green gaze glitters with humor and intelligence as she seems to gaze at
something just beyond the image. Beyond there, there is little
readable expression to her almost regal features.
Brand's third wife, a suicide.
She sits on a grey marble bench by a grey marble wall, grey marble
angels crouching over her frail dark form as though set to carry her
away on the instant. Her head is bowed in sorrow or prayer over a
withered red rose, long black hair half-concealing her delicate
features and spilling down the front of her flowing black dress. Fallen
rose petals strew her breast like drops of blood.
daughter of Morwen
A dark-complected young woman in a black gown sits on a fur-covered
divan, reclining at ease with a cheerful fanged smile. She looks no
older than her majority, though she seems comfortable in a gown cut in
a style fashionable in the day of Queen Morwen: high-collared and
full-skirted, patterned and layered black on black except for the
orange-gold chevrons decorating the flatteringly-fitted bodice. Her
black hair is short and sleek as fur, with a single copper-braided lock
dangling before one pointed ear, and her eyes are huge and orange-gold
as a sangrel's. A fanged saurian skull longer than her own height hangs
on the tapestried wall above her head.
daughter of Morwen
A thin girl of perhaps seventeen, sitting in a damasked chair, dressed
in a formal gown of black trimmed with amethyst and deep blue. She
could be pretty, but her gray eyes are too bright and lustrous, the
colour in her cheeks too hectically brilliant. Her black hair is
draped over one shoulder; cut short it would curl, but the length of it
is so heavy that it falls halfway to her waist with only the faintest
of waves. There's a leather-bound book balanced in her lap; her hands,
folded over it, seem almost transparent in their delicacy.
Brand's fourth wife, died in childbirth.
Dressed in a dark blue kirtle belted with copper, a golden-haired,
green-eyed woman leans on the parapets of a castle, looking out to the
sea. The wind sweeps her hair back and she carries a silver astrolabe.
daughter of Elaine
(This Trump is out of date :-)
A young girl, possibly four kalends old, her flame-red hair is caught
up in pigtails. The dress she is wearing, red trimmed in white, is
extremely frilly and poofy. She sits mildly impatiently on a rock in
the Summerlands, while butterflies dance in the background. Her eyes
are green, and give the impression that she would like nothing more
than to grow up and get out of this silly dress.
son of Leda, bastard son of Brand
A variety of background information on this campaign is available:
A timeline of important events.
An inaccurate logical map of the sunlit lands.
Information on the Sunlit Lands.
Brand is rightly regarded as a God by the Cult
of the Sun.
Logs of the games have also been kept:
- 102.51 to 103.51
- 104.51 to 108.51
- 108.51 to 110.51
- 111.51 to 112.51, and 115.51
The GM for all of this was Bernie Hsiung, a man with an impressively
devious mind. He had previously (concurrently?) run the same game
as a PBEM. The files for it have been moved, but
this wonderful graphic of the