It was my second year at RIT and we’d sign the [photographic] studio out for a night and play RM - everyone was new to Rolemaster but they took the switch (from D&D) and never looked back.

The Bishop Lazlo Bennington made his appearance then with his bodyguard the Paladin Schlaade, along with the half-ogres Maul and Remonoga Gwackmung, Jason Ferency the Mage and the mysterious elf, Silk.

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Janos’ Journal

I have been on the road with this group for a couple of weeks now. For the most part all has gone well. The report you requested on the group members is as follows…

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Bad News for Silk

“OK folks let’s be real careful”, the Bishop Lazlo Bennington warned as the group of adventurers peared into the large hall. Many stone pillars, in rows, reached to the ceiling twenty five feet above. The air was cold on musty, for they were far underground. The pillars were decorated with symbols, which were not discernable from a distance. There was no sign nor sound of movement, except for the grunting breaths of the two gargantuan figures that stood to the left and right of the party.

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The Gwackmung Tavern

It was aproaching late afternoon when Dalf got his first look at the city of Toreen. After three weeks of trudging barefoot through the Worldsedge mountains his muscles ached with every forward step and the sight of civilization he let out a huge sigh and crashed to the ground to rebandage his wounded feet. As he tore up the last of his cloak for bandages the scent of cooking meats and breads stuck him in his empty stomach like a giant fist.

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