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About The Author

 Hello,

Thank you for venturing to this page. I am Chris, the creator of Tallyden and player of Ironsworn. I am doing this journal as a means to play and experience the world of the Ironlands that I've built up for myself. There will periodically be updates to the pages here that reflect the narrative going on with the main blog. So keep your eyes on these separate pages. 

I am also known as Chiefwerewlf to some people. I stream on twitch at http://twitch.tv/chief_werewlf , I do variety games and play at least once a week. Which is over at my community discord, which I share with Ninaera90 and Stonewolfe. The games that I play include survival, colony builders, city builders and various RPG games. I am constantly working to improve my audience and engagement so feel free to drop by and say hi. Some day I may even include a spoiler tagged stream for the Tallyden Journals. I am exploring roll20 options.

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Entry 14- Cultist Inclinations

 (Welcome Back)             Parkik’s knife poked my back as we walked through the twisting tunnels. I closed my eyes and took a breath. Then as I opened them I saw the forces around us moving inward towards the pillar. We were headed to the epicenter of this cult. And Parkik was using me as a shield and diversion for whatever plan he had. The spell they were casting was mystic in origin but just like that warding spell it was inpersonal, cold, calculated. Something else was seeping into their magic. The iron pillars were fighting this new magic, I could see an order weaving its way into the chaotic fabric of the spell. If only I could help it.             I closed my eyes letting Parkik guide me. We walked into the anti-chamber and the magic hit me, hard. I felt the air leave my lungs and something in me snap taught. It was that same feeling that I felt when the town ward...
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Entry 10- Burning Houses and Bruising Faces

             Steadfast as a community was peaceful. They didn’t have a jail nor any form of judicial system. Just the mystics and tradition to guide them through their day to day. Survival of the fittest seemed to rule, but with a hint of compassion. So, when I woke up to the smell of smoke, I wasn’t prepared for what I was about to walk into. As I left my quarters in the back of the healing hut there was a blazing fire near the door. I quickly turned around and opened Racha’s door to her room. She was sound asleep. I shook her awake and threw her a fur lined gown. I looked around the room and realized we’d have to go out to the healing room. Racha quickly got up and dressed. She smelled the fire and a stern look covered her face.             I shook my head and then grabbed her hand. We walked out of her room back to the front. The fire hungerly consumed the wood floors and walls in front of the...
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Entry 8- Dead bodies and home again

             We woke up that morning warmly against each other. I felt a little sore from the fight yesterday but I was thankful Parkik was safe. He woke up with me and we both got up and went about our morning duties. I handled the food and cooking the serpent meat while he began the early tear-down of the tent. We ate together and talked as we ate. I learned that his village had a tribunal of the wealthiest merchant families. Their circle was run by material possessions and trade routes. His family owned the longest trade route in the village by going from the Tempest hills all the way down to the flooded lands. I shared with him the importance of our mystics and how Ithella and Racha ran the entirety of Steadfast and that wealth wasn’t important. I remember toying with the iron ring and him eyeing it. I told him of the unusual properties of iron for the mystics and of my wish to find out more about the use of iron in magic, or at least it’...
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