Incidental Padding

By Adrius Stone, Mercenary

Picture this: you are standing behind the clash of two shield walls, a bow in your hand. Arrows are flying by you as you duck and weave, trying to find the perfect target. Your heart is racing and sweat is dripping down your face. It is your first Ragnarok.
   

Many new players start off arching at national events for a variety of reasons. It keeps you out of the clash of shield walls, so that you are more or less safe. It’s a lot less intimidating than a group of heavily armored tower shields rushing you. It allows you to survey the field and get a feel for what is going on.  You don’t really need armor to give you an edge. Probably most importantly, it is very cost effective.

by Icy of the Guard

     "Havoc!" they cried and the Dogs of War were let loose on day 23 of month May in the beautiful land of West Virginia. The weather was comfortable, the fighting grueling, the characters fresh, the campfires bright, the garb excellent, and everyone felt the fires of Battle burning in their hearts.

by Ketch 

This is the first in a series of articles on "Period Ragnarok Food"

Some of the newer groups attending Rag for the first time have expressed interest in what type of meals that the various camps serve and how to prepare them. A brief history on medieval food is where we will begin, and then the basic utensils that are required for camp cooking will be listed.  We have provided a few beginner recipes that you might want to try.  As these articles progress we will address recipes that are more "period" authentic.  We plan to discuss vegetarian food options as well, there are a wide variety of vegetarian meals that even the non-vegetarian will enjoy. Finally there are some wonderful cooks in Dagorhir with some cool ethnic food history.  Please feel free to comment or submit a column for publication if you wish.

from the war journal of Milo Baines...

One of the more dangerous daemons, seen wherever the fighting is thickest, dragging his chain of broken blades take from the worthiest of his defeated foes...The Apollyon is not one to worship, for his Temple is the skirmish line... where shield and sword meet flesh, where the air is foul with blood and sweat and catching his attention means you are about to die... for those that do face an Apollyon and live, eternal glory is yours, your name will be spoken for a thousand years as The Apollyon waits for another to challenge... and another, and another, and another...