There is a creature that was once a man in the midst of Knight’s Folly, a marsh on the edge of the town of Auklish. Baronet Auklish wants it destroyed at any cost and has offered a hefty bounty to see it done. Many have gone to the marsh, few have returned.

The adventurers of Berwickshire have been tussling with this creature for almost a year – ever since his forces began gathering in the marsh and claiming lives to rebuild his army. They have defeated his fae counterpart, who fed upon the tale of the undefeatable hero of times long past, the scion of King Eadic Piercer, his illegitimate son who had long protected Berwickshire’s borders from raiders and thieves. They learnt of his longstanding blood oath, his belief that Berwickshire was his to rule and cleanse of the enemy nestled in its heart. They had learnt his tale and decided to put an end to the threat he posed to the world they knew. And so, after a planning session in the Bigg Juggs tavern, the adventurers set out to destroy the Black Prince.

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I wish I could adequately sum up the event that is Summerfest. For most members of the Fools and Heroes system it’s the one event a year where they get to spend a weekend living in the system as their character (save for the occasional helper slots and monstering moments), catch up with friends from across the country and feel to have a hand in the larger, far reaching national plot. However, I cannot name everyone who was there, and I cannot fully express the feelings that this year’s Summerfest brought. It’s a culmination of two years of wide reaching plot that has swept the adventurers to the holy land of Ausremere and back, before drawing them to Tholon to make their stand against the darkness that dwells at its heart. Adventurers have given their blood, sweat and tears, hard work, devout prayers, bold heroics and much dashing daring do to set the land free. Some even gave their lives.

I would like to applaud the CC and his team of refs/site refs/mission refs/bar staff/cooks/first aiders/minions/dogsbodies and do-gooders who made this plot and this event possible. I dof my hat to you, and prescribe you a generous dose of fun. As to the incoming CC, I look forward to writing up your plot too.

However, for all that I cannot give you the wide all-seeing eye of the event, I will try and tell but a little of it.

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In the gathering dusk ahead of the adventurer’s campaign in Tholon, two hirings of adventurers set out to put right the wrongs of the land. The first set out to end one of the Black Prince threats to Berwickshire, the other set off to answer a call for aid in a small village off in the wilds. Both missions stretched the limits of the adventurers who set out that day. Not all would return …

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In Tisa Valley there is a wood in which no man goes, for in it dwell the dark elves and they do not permit outsiders. They have lived in relative peace with their neighbours until, one day, they suddenly left their wood in a great hurry and set up an encampment in a nearby village. Concerned this was a prelude for an attack, the local constabulary summoned adventurers to seek out the source of this new threat.

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An urgent notice was tacked to the hiring posts around Newcroft on behalf of Lord Nelfaril of Nelfarig, calling adventurers to travel north at dawn by boat to the coastal town. The town, in the grasp of the White Star had been quiet for many months and the adventurers only learnt the extent of the siege when they were fired upon as they passed through the cliffs at the shore. Hurried into the Lord’s office they faced the grim reality of the siege as the nobleman, still in battered armour, rose wearily to greet them.

Would they help him with breaking the siege upon his city and help reclaim the southern road so that troops and supplies could once again pass into Nelfarig? They would do their best and die trying.


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It was a stormy weekend and Wren decided it was time to take a wander south. On a cart travelling down towards the Vale she hitched a lift with a view of seeing something new, and came at last to Stocktown. From there spins a tale of daring do …

Or just another mission write-up from an out-of-branch trip. Thank you Tees Valley branch for another pair of fun missions despite the opportune downpour at lunch.


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Eborshire, that ‘reet good’ northern duchy, home to adventurers and the Women of Eborshire famous for their white roses, bonnets and no nonsense attitudes. Two years after the last Eborshire Fayre was made open to the adventurers where the future Queen of Ithron proved her worth to the Dragons, the Women of Eborshire sent invitations to members of the adventuring community inviting them to a weekend of contests and mild diversions at their annual county fayre.

But, invite a number of adventurers to any one place and trouble is sure to follow …

Thank you to all those involved in planning, organising and running this year’s Leedsfest, and to all those who came to play and monster (even with the inclement weather). You’re the ones who make events like these memorable.

If there is anyone who knows they were at the event and are not named (or are named incorrectly), please drop a correction in the comments below or send an email to wolfish[dot]written[dot]author[at]gmail[dot]com

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