Rising Moon (Chapter)

A Barony in Blackspire, located in McMinnville Oregon.

Kingdom of Blackspire

History

In the slopes and redwood forest if Wortman. The Rising Moon gathered once a small collection, survivors from the great plague that laid low The Valley of the Silver Rains.

Thereupon Silas, with assistance from Sir Charlain Kepford (the Tiger’s Paw) and Sir James Mcguffy. They had begun to gather with a blend of youth to train for wars to come.

The Barbarians of Paradox viewed the fledgling fief, and joined them. A United foe against Valak, a werewolf in their hills.

Across the hill and great rushing river, a gathering of folks who called themselves the Ravens had begun to show. Fleeing from some unknown.

Thus, the holding of Rising Moon grew substantially. Being chased from the wilds of Wortman to lower city park.

To curb the upstarts, a contingent force of a falling moon invaded from the distant lands of Salem. Beat back to get the clansman Jacoby (Dumbluck) from the bowls of Sir Bradford Nymarter (Jupiter for the size of him). But upon he was cut short, heavily wounded beyond repair by the Chieftain of Paradox, Rocky on account of his blows that fell as stones.

Paradox soon found themselves outcast from the kingdom at large, to the dismay of Rising Moon. And hunted to extinction by their enemies. The few survivors joining The house of the Ravens.

Years of Prosperity came and went like the wheats of harvest. Rising Moon had grown, with the inclusion of a mad wizard by the name of Al’azif, whom had deep roots to the Kingdom of Blackspire. (Where it is said the Skeletons rise from the dark)

Soon, a score of Rising Moon had become under the employ of the Black Company. A gang of pirates and thieves that remains. A dark betrayal happened on the field. On the Red Spade day of Rain. The agents of that company, for coin or personal vendetta, turned on their allies. The survivors, Waldwin, Keragan, Tauriel, Silas, and Dante Tyralon (the Broodbane), began their own holdfast. Ares, named for the god of war to enact their vengeance.

But soon time grew lean. The few Ravens lost their numbers as the youths moved far afield to start family and farms their own.

I myself, Dante Tyralon, Scion of Silas. Became enthralled to the Queen of Dairy. Where I was whisked away and returned to a fallen land. The memories of it left to pass like a summer’s dream.

Contacts and Directions

Rising Moon meets at Wortman Park in McMinnville, OR. On Saturdays and Sundays at noon.

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