Scales of War

Madmartigan's Most Intimate Private Thoughts: Keep Out!

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Hey good lookin’.
It’s been awhile, and I’m sorry for that. You know you’re the most important thing to me. Let me catch you up:
The “guys” and I cleaned out Rivenroar, or what used to be called Rivenroar. We found the ugly bastard trying to revive the Red Hand, cut him down with frightening efficiency. My little group of freaks really is coming together nicely as a fighting force. I’m sure it’s mostly because I’m leading, but they are all rather skilled.
We nixed the old undying king and his gaggle of skeletal fellows as well. Then we set about cleaning up the place. No easy feat, that. Luckily the townsfolk were so grateful to us from saving them from another Red Hand of Doom resurgence that Kage & I silver-tongued a bunch of them into pitching in (and I tongued a few of the ladies in a classical sense as well, if you catch my meaning).
Things aren’t done yet, but Madmartigan’s Manse Victorious is coming along nicely. I didn’t want to call it that, but the big dog squeezed some poor creatures guts and said that was the name. Who am I to argue my impressive glory?
It’s been a few weeks since then, and just as I started to feel tedium pulling me down we got the call: bad ass adventures needed in Overlook to help the Watch repel a whole field of ugly. Sounds like just the thing for Madmartigan’s Men!
If I were a smarter man, I might wonder what is motivating such an immense horde of orcs so shortly after an attempt to raise the Red Hand. Good thing I do all my thinking with swords.



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