The Blog That Time Forgot

( DM's  NOTE: The first story is the conclusion of the previous sessions' adventure, and some story elements of Helena Nash's ...

( DM's note: In my optimism, I projected that this adventure would be finished in one session. The players, being the wonderful meanderi...

Welcome to the second session of The Road to Acheron . Last time, seven adventurers escaped the very pit of the serpent: Python, the capital...

Last night was the first proper session of my game of Conan: Adventures in an Age Undreamed Of . Following character creation , I took a cue...

It seems like an eternity since I first went to Cross Plains. It leads on from the story of how I got into Conan. To recap: in the early 200...

While I certainly have a great number of Conan-related piece of paraphernalia interned in my household, I'm not what you'd call a...

Coming up next month is Pulpfest , the annual shindig dedicated to all things pulp: a celebration of Tarzan's and John Carter's ...

“Who are you to swear by Ymir?” she mocked. “What know you of the gods of ice and snow, you who have come up from the south to adventure ...

The clangor of the swords had died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed; silence lay on the red-stained snow. The bleak pale su...

 Sometimes you just have to go with the classics.     “Asgard and Vanaheim,” Prospero scanned the map. “By Mitra, I had almost beli...

Ben's posted up Charles Hoffman's "Conan the Existentialist" panel from Howard Days 2012. While Rusty Burke introduces and...

What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky. The subt...

When the world was young and men were weak, and the fiends of the night walked free, I strove with Set by fire and steel and the juic...

Under the caverned pyramids great Set coils asleep; Among the shadows of the tombs his dusky people creep. I speak the Word from the hid...

When I was a fighting-man, the kettle-drums they beat, The people scattered gold-dust before my horses feet; But now I am a great ki...

    Over shadowy spires and gleaming towers lay the ghostly darkness and silence that runs before dawn. Into a dim alley, one of a verit...

Red Fury's a lucky man! “Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the ye...

The more I reviewed the introduction's appraisal of Conan's literary origins in Howard's work, the more I felt...

I’ve been working on a new character, providing him with a new epoch – the Hyborian Age, which men have forgotten, but which remains in ...

I guess it's hard for me to say anything about Dark Horse's run on Conan.  Most would accuse me of being an unpleasable fanboy, that...