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The Tower of the Eternal Wood

The Tower of the eternal wood



How will this work?

  • We will need to run this campaign in pairs, essentially two opposing factions trying to get into the Tower.
  • Each pair will run their own campaign, but all results will be sent and documented and then displayed for all to see.
  • We will play through the campaign as laid out in the campaign pack (to be published soon).
  • If you want to be involved in the campaign please let me know via FB or Twitter.
  • Ideally each battle should be recorded via photos or video so we can share some action across the wider events.
  • Games should be played at least once a fortnight. I will suggest match ups if required and will consider geographical situations.
  • Let’s have fun and play out the story and maybe even help flesh out what is happening within the Realms.


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