It can be quite fun seeing how Glorantha develops as a function of its authors' culture and inclinations (if not prejudices)--recently, it's tended to meander between A CONNECTICUT YANKEE IN KING ARTHUR'S COURT and THE SHERIFF OF FRACTURED JAW (1958). With a fair bit of Les Hiddins and Rush thrown in. I enjoy it.
Stew.
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