Old School Essentials: The Lion, the Ghoul and the Water Weird

Old School Essentials: The Lion, the Ghoul and the Water Weird

tl;dr: The group crept into the abandoned temple where the previous gang who ruled the streets of the Dullgray Riverfront neighborhood had their HQ and ran headlong into a water weird.

I grabbed a lovely Dyson Logos Map and wrote notes on it. I didn’t have much. There was a Spotted Lion outside on the river entrance. There were ghouls in the basement. I was going to put a water weird in the pools of water and almost balked when I read the Monster Manual entry.

I’m glad I stuck to it. Yes, it nearly killed half the party. Yes, it might still kill the entire party. Still, it is now one of my favorite monsters of all time.

Tomo the Belt (Fighter 2) and Ocean (Thief 2) got together with their friends Gavin (Mage 1) and Noose (Thief 1) to clear out the abandoned temple the previous gang who held the Dullgray Riverfront as their turf used as their HQ.

But wait! As folks were getting acquainted, Gavin the Mage (yes, named after the creator of the Mage and OSE, the game we were playing), mentioned that he stole scrolls from his master. Gavin’s player was going to just say the scrolls he bought were those scrolls but no, I dig that. I randomly rolled to see the level and then rolled the spells. Rolled to see how adeptly Gavin chose those spells – not so well. Angry Mage incoming…some day.

What levels are the spells, though? I jotted down a quick 2d6 table on my handy-dandy office whiteboard:
2 – 5, First Level Spell
6, Second Level Spell
7 – 8, Third Level Spell
9 – 10, Fourth Level Spell
11, Fifth Level Spell
12, Sixth Level Spell

Perfect? No, but it worked. Gavin started with some extra spells – Light, Water Breathing and Wizard Lock.

They entered on the river-side, where there was a little amphitheatre that the river was slowly eating. While they were looking at the body of a drowned guardsman from the Order of the Spindle (Ioun City’s constables) a spotted lion walked up with a deer in its jaws (rolled on the Monster Reaction Table and it was uninterested – made sense). The giant effing lion sniffed at them and began eating. The mastiff Tomo had bought strained against its leash (rolled on the Monster Reaction Table to see how the pooch reacted to the lion…Sparky wanted blood).

Two Conversations About Sparky

Conversation 1
“I want to buy a wardog.”
“Dogs bark. We need to be stealthy.”
“You find a mercenary company camping outside the city, more than willing to sell you a mastiff that was meant to be a guard dog but she refused to bark.”
“I name her Sparky.”

Conversation 2
We talked about violence to animals. Everyone was okay with a pet dying in-game. I have dear friends who can play in the bloodiest of horror but violence to dogs, horses and cats is a no-no. I get it, seeing our real-life four-legged family sucks. I dont’ want anyone to have to relive that. But the green light was given. Pet death is on the table.

They made their way through the temple. Noose desecrated every shrine to the River Goddess and her Children she could find; we found out she had been sent to become a nun and returned with the scar on her neck that birthed her nickname. Eek! Eek! They found a word written on a wall in a language none of them knew, written in the same chalk that the warnings on the front door were written in. They found books – one on Morganti Blades (I’m reading Jhereg audiobooks on the way to work) and another on the angry incarnations of the River Goddess – how she often cursed places with river ghouls and water weirds.

Then I rolled a random encounter while they were searching a room. They heard a ghoul trigger a Magic Mouth spell in the hall. They got surprise and drove it down to 1 hit point. It threw its hands up and surrendered. Tomo grabbed his rope in one of his sacks (iron spikes, hammer, mirror, crowbar, 10 foot pole, more sacks, etc.) and tied the ghoul up. It offered to show them the treasure in the pools.

I rolled some quick dice behind the scenes and the Water Weird was in the third pool. The ghoul hauled out an unreal amount of treasure – jewlery and gold. The Water Weird attacked but they were ready for it thanks to the book’s foreshadowing. The group was ready to run when Gavin the Mage ran past them with his staff aglow. Jesse read the Mage power:

In the hands of a mage, a normal staff can harm creatures that are immune to mundane attacks.

Carcass Crawler #1

Had to make a ruling on drowning rules. Decided it was d6 Con damage per round and then a Save vs. Death every round once Con hit zero. They seemed to defeat the monster and dragged their friends from its pool, where they had been drowning. Anthony described Tomo vomitting river water out of his lungs while laughing at Gavin’s mad charge at the Water Weird (a monster that I described as I remembered Larry Elmore drawing it on the cover of Dungeons of Dread, angry water in the shape of a cobra).

It reformed before their eyes and we’ll start there next week.

It felt like I had done a decent job of stocking the dungeon. I had stocked some real duds in the past year, so it was nice to whip up a good one. This was a fun way to flesh out the religion along the river before the Ioun Stones brought in Mages and their industry and their Arcane Trinity Church (more on them later).

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Dolmenwood: Well-met in Lankshorn & Beyond

Dolmenwood: Well-met in Lankshorn & Beyond

tl;dr: Tamrin’s Outlaw Friends saved him in Lankshorn and headed north towards Hoarblight Keep (as you do).

On their way towards Lankshorn the posse ran across a trio of Woodgrue Musicians, the Lumpfrisk Trio (Grunkle, Krungus and Wumpus) all playing their enchanting music to keep farmers at bay while they made a stew out of the veggies they stole from said farmers. Moraine, the only member of the group who didn’t fail their save, paid the farmer’s a fair bit of silver for their veggies and sent them on their way. Hearing how everyone’s character danced to the Woodgrue music was a lovely way to start the evening.

The trio shared their stew and were playing the song Tamrin wrote about the Lord of Nodding Castle. They had run across Tamrin in a cage-carriage. The crew found out that there was a knight, a squire, a merchant and the merchant’s caravan guards keeping Tamrin; they’d probably run into them in Lankshorn.

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On the road outside of Lankshorn Moraine drew a line in the mud – beyond this point she’d only see Tamrin in freedom. Ebbi and Spiro found a deer carcass and dragged it into the road along with a dead tree, hoping to both block the carriage’s path and drew Night Worms. Ebbi noticed the tracks of a big wolf pack moving towards Lankshorn. That is odd. Asking the roots about it, the earth said (I rolled a d6 to see how many words the Roots could say: 3 words) “Shape Changed Witches.”

Moraine wondered if Princess Donut might use her considerable charm to go into town and scout it out. The good Princess liked the compliment and went into town with Madam Pusskin, Right Claw of King Pusskin, at her side. As Princess got to the local inn, she saw a Breggle Knight, Sir Craglow Blackchurch, and his squire, setting the local constabulary to guard Tamrin, who was in the carriage-cage. Sir Blackchurch just wanted some warm food. Hank was concerned about rumors of a wolf pack running around the town but in the end, listened to the knight.

Princess, armed with the head constable’s name (Hank) and a garbage can lid ensorcelled to look like Sir Blackchurch’s shield with the knight’s heraldry upon it (Silver Goat’s head/Black Church), told Hank that he was relieved of duty as per Sir Blackchurch’s orders, “You are free to go hunt down that dangerous wolf pack!” Confused, Hank went to find the wolves.

Princess and Madame drove the cart out of Lankshorn with Tamrin grinning within. Everything went fine until the Night Worms attacked the carriage’s horse, drawn to the road by Ebbi and Spiro’s deer carcass. NOTE: I rolled 3d20 to see how long it would be until Sir Blackchurch and Squire would notice the carriage was gone, thinking they could be right on their trail or quite a bit clueless. They were 20 rounds late.

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The Night Worm was attacking a horse and everyone seemed uncomfortable with the cruelty to the horse. We agreed that the horse got away and the Night Worm that wasn’t interested in the deer carcass would instead attack them. Long story short, they drove one Night Worm off and the others dragged the deer back to their lair.

The plan was to head eastward but Tamrin was nervous about heading east, the direction they were taking him to be beheaded. Moraine, ever the fairy patriot, suggested they head northwest to Hoarblight Keep. Everyone shrugged and agreed.

Moraine had suggested the 13 Bandits go west to waylay the knight, who would soon be on his way. Surely the 13 Bandits and 13 wolves (who are really witches shape-shifted into wolves) would go forth and have their own adventures. Both of the groups of 13 were rolled entirely randomly.

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And so the group headed north and west towards Hoarblight Keep. Princess could sense a terrible presence watching them all. They ran across a camp of goblins with a human baby, feeding it cooked worm. When one goblin said, “The Lord of the Pit will treat the baby well, right?” The rest of the goblins assured their friend that the Lord of the Pit LOVED children.

Trusting the goblins’ judgment, the group walked on without comment, never alerting the goblins to their presence.

They entered a border the next day that made Princess and Moraine feel malaise, as if they didn’t belong there but when they came to healthier woods and a small herd of deer happily grazing at dusk, Ebbi was confident they were in healthier lands. Spiro watched a trio of 20 foot pythons curl themselves around their campfire. Surely, a good omen for their journey to Hoarblight Keep.

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We had agreed to just play 3 sessions but we renewed and will keep playing for a bit. The hex contents, overall situations on the move and random encounters very much give the feel of a lived-in fairy tale world.

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Old School Essentials: Snatch & Grab in Ioun City

Old School Essentials: Snatch & Grab in Ioun City

I have a copy of this map in the notebook I carry that has notes and highlighter marks all over it.

For the first adventure I rolled up a rookie party and a higher level party and asked the group which one they wanted to burgle. Since the Mage’s player was out tonight, we went with the lower level party.

Rolling up a quick party was dead-easy. I pasted the parties into a doc and rolled up treasure they might’ve scored. I also rolled 2d6 to see how their adventure went and got a 7 – they took some shots but did fine, all healed up by the time they got back.

The Graymantles are led by a pair of dwarven siblings, Kheldrul and Vondaic Graymantle (thank you, Fantasy Name Generator) in charge of Hamen of the Lake, a Fighter, Egron, a Mage and Graviel, a Cleric. I decided that most Clerics will be bodyguards for Mages, trained at the local Church of the Arcane Trinity. I’ve got notes about that Trinity around here somewhere…

Tomo the Belt (Fighter 1) and Ocean (Thief 1) watched the Graymantles outside of the Four Javelins Inn (Upper and Ground) within the riverside area, Dullgray, that is their turf. I rolled the Monster Reaction Table (maybe my favorite table ever) to see how the inn-keeper felt about them and old Ludolf thought well enough but not enough to mess up his reputation among adventurer clientelle. The old man did not tell Ocean which rooms they were in and they decided not to mess up their neighbor’s business. Tomo tried to join the party but they weren’t buying a bragging warrior who didn’t have a weapon.

So, they followed they Graymantle Brothers as they took the group’s jewlery to get it appraised in the Dwarven neighborhood, Holdfast. They left the rest of the party at the 4 Javelins to guard the gold. Tomo and Ocean followed the brothers at a distance and the Thief rolled a Sneak (failed) and a Pick Pocket (success!) to steal the bag of jewlery. We discussed it, did we need two rolls? I proposed that if he was successful in his sneak, he’d get a +1 to the Pick Pocket (we’re using the d6 rules from Carcass Crawler #1). Ocean’s player wasn’t excited about that roll so I suggested that if he got a 6 on the Sneak, he’d get a +2 on the Pick Pocket. That was a chance he was willing to make. That roll set the tone.

They got 2200GP worth of jewlery from a barrow in that roll and promptly got drunk in celebration. During their hangovers, as they tested the jewlery by putting it on to see if it was magic. I had some fun describing the jewlery and what it said about the ancient king who wore it. The ring showed that he was highly regarded by his family. The armlet was in the shape of a snake, showing that he was dangerous in battle and the ancient iron crown with stones in it showed the king’s wisdom.

Yoretain Boneforged showed up with two other dwarves, who waited across the street, playing a dice game. I described her was a guy described his dwarven character some decades ago and I always liked it. She had a tattoo of a dragon that went down her nose so that her bright red facial hair (mustache and beard) looked like dragon-fire. I think the visitor-to-our-group’s name was Justin…not sure, it was some time ago.

She was a rep from the Anvilless, a dwarven criminal syndicate that ran a part of town folks called, The Holdfast, where dwarf crafts-folk lived and their children, rebelling against their parents’ ways, turned to violence and crime. They worked out a deal, where the Greymantle brothers could buy back their jewlery with some of their share of the gold coins from the barrow and not lose face to the rest of the adventuring party. They gained an ally with one of the city’s factions.

At some point, discussing how their predecessors went outside the city, chasing gold and experience in an outside-the-city delve, and never returned. We decided Tomo and Ocean had not yet moved into that headquarters but isntead, in the tradition of Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser, lived in a derelict building. Next game, we go into that building and clear it out – because obviously some monster crawled in from the river and made it their lair.

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Welcome to Ioun City

Welcome to Ioun City

Tonight’s Band of Blades game wasn’t going to happen and so I sent something about rival thieves’ guilds at war. I posted three Dyson Logos maps and we chose this one:

We decided the city’s big money-maker is the polishing, charging and activation of Ioun Stones in the 3 arcane-industrial castles. Each castle is held by a different faction who, all together, sell the Ioun Stones through a mercantile consortium.

Other details:
Long-term stone use causes some kind arcane mutations
Adventuring is profitable because it keeps the gem mines clear
Ioun mining brings out the strange monsters
City Watch called something like Order of the Spindle; focused on defending trade

The group is made of a Mage (fresh out of Carcass Crawler #1), a Thief (with d6-based skills, also out of CC#1) and a Fighter (perhaps with the optional mechanic flourishes). They are known as the Dullgray River Rats, having grown up skipping rocks on the river – went their seperate ways for training and such.

Other classes and heritage options will open up through interactions with the setting. I’m picturing a tepid trinity of arcane saints as the main religion – the Saint of Wizards, the Sorcerer Saint and the Patron of Warlocks. Magic drugs for kicks and performance enhancement. Lots of scrolls hither and yon. Lots of magical treasure for the taking.

Going to write up tables for coming up with quick jobs (looking at you, Blades in the Dark and Swyvers) and encounters/treasure, looking at you, Dolmenwood. Jot down a few outside-the-city hexes and populate ’em. Daydream a bit about the political pressures in the city (oh shit, maybe a Hex Flower for that!). Write up some factions and see how things shake out.

Welcome to Ioun City.

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What is Inspiration Goat gazing upon with those unearthly goat-eyes?

What is Inspiration Goat gazing upon with those unearthly goat-eyes?

As heard on the Daydreaming about Dragons podcast, the Inspiration Goat helps me process media and take parts that are useful for the gaming table.

This isn’t about the hottest new thing or the crowdfunding with the biggest payday; it is just a few geeky things that are inspiring me.

It might be weekly; it might be monthly. It all depends on how fast the inspiration goat chews on media and who can know the chewing speed of my favorite very-real goat?

I’ve been poking around the Rijks museum’s online resources and found this pic. Link and info below. Love the info that the artist and the militia got into a tussle of some kind and another artist had to finish it up.

A commission for a civic guard portrait was rarely granted to a painter from outside the city. Quite exceptionally, Frans Hals – from Haarlem – was asked to paint this group portrait. However, he soon found himself at odds with the guardsmen, and the Amsterdam painter Pieter Codde had to step in to finish the seven figures on the right. Known for his small-scale, very smoothly and finely executed works, Codde nevertheless imitated Hals’s loose style as best he could.

Militia Company of District XI under the Command of Captain Reynier Reael, Known as ‘The Meagre Company

Collections I have so far…
Fiend Folio
Dolmenwood
Animals
Graphic Design Elements
Fantasy Stuff
Portraits

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Richard Whitters' twitter/X account.

Amazing fucking art.

Freelance drawing guy. Previously Art Studio Lead for Dungeons & Dragons, Art Director Larian Studios, and Lead Concept Artist for Magic the Gathering.
Artistrhoringhad.blogspot.comJoined February 2015
4,468 Following
32.5K Followers

While Daggerheart has the community thinking about fantasy RPG that can take on the Killer D’s, have you seen what Richard Whitters, former WotC Art Studio Lead, is brewing?

Take a peak at Ruttigers.

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J.Lo’s in a movie with mech’s.

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Dolmenwood: Bloody Morning in the Jaunty Horn

Dolmenwood: Bloody Morning in the Jaunty Horn

tl;dr: Tamrin’s Outlaw Friends arrived at the Jaunty Horn and got into a tussle with a trio of shape-shifting fairies who had been in the form of a Breggle Longhorn Knight and a pair of Thieves.

Once upon a time in Dolmenwood

1st of Symswald, Feastday of St Gwigh, winter's snows have not yet melted.

Tamrin's Outlaw Friends with thirteen thieves and bandits arrive at the Jaunty Horn...

Princess* Donut Cottonsocks
Grimalkin Enchanter

Dream of Remebrance aka
Moraine
Elf Knight

Ebbi Mushrump
Mossling Hunter

Inspirator Lockhorne
Breggle Thief

On the first night of spring the Jaunty Horn, a well known road-side inn on the Ditchway, was full of human and Breggle shepherds ready to run their herds to market. There was a Longhorn Breggle Knight whose heraldry showed that he was sworn to Lord Malbleat with a pair of thugs but they were keeping their heads down (more about them later). After Princess Donut led the Thirteen Thieves they were travelling with in some spirited dancing as they sang before the drinking began in earnest, the party set up shop near a fire-pit near the stables rather than crash in the inn’s common room.

I described the trio of Lichhounds, naming them after dogs in Susanna Clarke’s The Ladies of Grace Adieu and other stories – Wicked, Worse and Worst-Of-All because we’re animal-lovers and the dogs and their names seemed like an important detail. The inn was too busy for the inn-keeper to have time to welcome them or make much of an impression other than that she was built like a linebacker.

Did I forget about the NPC Princess Donut had recruited last game? Yes, I did but with a quick reminder from Aaron, Madam Pusskin, the King’s Own Claw, was back. I even rolled her class randomly to find out that she was a fighter.

Dream of Remembrance sang a beautiful song in High Elfish about the stars in the sky being out of sorts since the Cold Prince’s exile and Spiro (who everyone calls Inspirator) bleated out some Breggle poetry before they arranged watch shfits for the night. Something about talking about watch shifts makes me feel like a junior high kid all over again – in a good way.

I rolled a random encounter in the night, a few bramblings on patrol that gave Princess Donut a glowing green eye looking over until Worst-Of-All ran up and one of the inn-keeper’s kids yelled something in Drunish. The sleepy-eyed kid explained they were just on patrol and probably wouldn’t be a problem as the humanoid-shaped thorn-bushes headed back into the forest.

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Moraine woke up the Thirteen Thieves and spoke openly about ambushing the group moving Tamrin. A half-awake shepherd overheard this and went to wake up the Breggle Knight and snitched.

Now I’ll explain what the table would soon figure out – the Breggle Knight and thugs were NOT a Breggle Knight and thugs. They were a trio of fairy shape-shifters that I pre-game rolled as the previous night’s random encounter. So, when the shepherd grabbed the not-a-knight and said that if he didn’t come out and do something he was going to alert Lord Malbleat that his knight had no honor, the shapeshifter came out to see if this could be ended quietly and without a ruckus.

It would not be ended quietly. Spiro brought the ruckus.

Before the fairy shape-shifter in the shape of a knight could do anything, Spiro, the Breggle Thief, goat-charged him and back-stabbed him, doing more than 2/3’s of the monster’s total hit points in damage. What had looked like the Breggle Knight began bleeding in a strange blue color and screeching in a manner that no Breggle would screech. The group finished off the creature, nicknamed, The Goopy, and they heard a further ruckus in the inn’s common room. Moraine went to deal with that and Princess checked out the knight’s stuff (chainmail, longsword and shield, Scroll of Protection Against Wyrm Breath, Arcane Scroll (Ventriloquism & Ioun Shard) and 1 mysterious potion and a ton of jewlery treasure that I forget to tell them about).

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The shape-shifters had gotten into a tussle with the 13 Thieves, who weren’t going to let the pair go out and back up their knight friend and then DEFINITELY weren’t going to let them walk when it was clear they were travelling with a shapeshifter. Moraine walked in to the fairies taking a bad beating. One Charisma check and he successfully called a pause. The fairies talked to him in High Elfish and a few things became clear:

These were NOT nice creatures, but former assassins for the Hag Thorn-Rosie who had a job go poorly and overly violent; they ran rather than face the consequences. Despite their attempts to appeal to Moraine’s Cold Prince patriotism the elf gave the Thirteen Thieves the go-ahead to finish the job. Spiro was upset that he had killed the wrong person. Killing a longhorn knight is fine but some fairy…Spiro wasn’t sure that was the right thing at all. And Moraine was clearly sad and conflicted As they left, Moraine assured Spiro that no one in this world, nor fairy would miss these three.

Ebbi took a penny from the shape-shifter’s treasure (for some reason one of them was carrying around 10,000 copper pieces?!?) as a Hunter’s memento.

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There are little moments that I really feel like I am not capturing. Yes, this is a goat-person, an elf, a cat-person and a moss-person in a darky fairy tale world. But the humanity that everyone brings to these strange characters is really cool. Ebbi’s reluctance to engage with large groups of people they don’t trust. Spiro’s reaction to violence that wasn’t against who he thought it was. Moraine’s sadness and turning the thieves’s knives against a creature of fairy, even if those fae are killers without pity. Even Princess Donut’s cat-like aloofness is balanced by a deep caring. I like these characters.

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I rolled a trio of shape-stealers (DMB, 75) and decided that they had ambushed a group of adventurers. So, I rolled up the adventurers using the tables for doing so (DMB, 108-109) and got a Breggle Knight, a Breggle Thief, a Human Thief, a Human Enchanter and a Woodgrue Enchanter. I decided that they knight and thieves were easier to pose as.

I liked having a night-time encounter that was just a creepy thing sticking its head out of the woods and then going back in. Factions are on the move out there. Things are bubbling under the surface.

Next week we’ll start with some Woodgrue musicians, rocking out, oblivious to the world around them, and then into (through?) Lankshorn.

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What is Inspiration Goat bleating on about?

What is Inspiration Goat bleating on about?

As heard on the Daydreaming about Dragons podcast, the Inspiration Goat helps me process media and take parts that are useful for the gaming table.

This isn’t about the hottest new thing or the crowdfunding with the biggest payday; it is just a few geeky things that are inspiring me.

It might be weekly; it might be monthly. It all depends on how fast the inspiration goat chews on media and who can know the chewing speed of my favorite very-real goat?

Map of a fantasy world by Storn A. Cook

Storn made this map for me a thousand years ago. I recently got it framed and put it up on my home office wall. This is from my first attempt at online gaming, using only skype and no video. The game lasted for years and last year one of the players, a dear friend, died. This is a lovely way to remember a good time with a lost friend.

Keep those artifacts of play. And, when possible, pay artists to make you stuff.

Storn’s commission info is here.

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Lonely Mountain was the subject of a great reddit thread and got spruced up and re-released on itch.io.

My dad dug this out for me to use after I had started playing D&D with my friend group in high school. My dad’s friend made this dungeon and its guide for their DnD group to run through (my dad was a Paladin).

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Rewatching the Green Knight and enjoying it again. Very inspiring for the Wednesday Night Dolmenwood Game.

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Paper minis by Zhu Industries…

Do I need paper minis for my current gaming?
No, not really.

Do I want to spend a rainy day cutting them out and putting them together?
Yes, yes, I do.

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Just finished The Butcher of the Forest by Premee Mohamed (more good fuel for our Dolmenwood game) and it was dark and delightful.

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REPOST: Into the Crystal Frontier

REPOST: Into the Crystal Frontier

Reposting the link below to my blog post/pdf about playing in the Crystal Frontier ala Into the Odd inspired after reading Tomb Robbers of the Crystal Frontier in order to share this blog post in which Gus L. fleshed out the rest of the setting with this fun rumor post.

Check out the following amazing quote about RPG settings from said blog post:

“What’s a Tomb Astronomer?” “Who is the Warlock King?” “Are Empyreans Elves?” “Who are these Carceral Templars”? “Are there humanoids in this setting” “Why doesn’t Scarlet Town have Clerics who can cure disease?”

I don’t know. I don’t actually care all that much even. I know an answer to these questions, but I don’t want to say it’s “THE” answer. Instead I think fantasy needs blank space. I write and present things without answers, though again I may have thought up an answer … it doesn’t need to be shared. Exhaustively documenting setting information for a reader or my own players is a waste of time unless it’s something that will matter to the grubby lives of desperate tomb robbers. 

Beyond the Crystal Frontier – A Gazetteer of the World on All Dead Generations

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Band of Blades, Outside the Walls of Fort Calisco

Band of Blades, Outside the Walls of Fort Calisco

“If there’s one truth in this life, it’s that you simply can’t win. The most you can achieve is to make a nuisance of yourself, for a very short time.”

16 Ways to Defend a Walled City by KJ Parker

First we figured out how much time had passed since we began. Thankfully, Teo kept good notes but it took a while and it was all book-keeping that we should’ve been doing since the start. The Legion, it turns out, is making good time.

I needed a pattern interrupt and Fort Calisco gave it me. In order to move forward they had to go on a mission to distract the army and get the rest of the Legion in a side entrace to the fort.

Land-mines, Hounds (fast zombies that run on all fours), a deadly enemy sniper somewhere out there, trying to get a shot

It was a grind. I made the clock larger than usual and the successes were few and far between. Lots of resistance rolls. In the last minutes of play, Split fell to stress turning to trauma. Split, the legendary sniper who the rookies look to with fear and awe, fell.

We’ll start right there in 2 weeks, deciding whether to try to finish the mission with an out of commission mission-leader or to go back to the Legion and accept the loss, try to regroup and try again with a fresh battallion.

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Dolmenwood: Tamrin’s Outlaw Friends

Dolmenwood: Tamrin’s Outlaw Friends

If you want to know more about my pre-game prep, here it is.

Beautiful picture of tiny mushrooms on a mossy ground by Tim Reisner at https://unsplash.com/@dartmoordog

TEXT: Tamrin's Outlaw Friends
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Princess* Donut Cottonsocks – Grimalkin Enchanter
Dream of Remembrance aka Moraine – Elf Knight
Ebbi Mushrump – Mossling Hunter

tl;dr: The trio met in the Mermaid’s Arms in Dreg, ate some stew, set out to save their friend-in-common, Tamrin; met and charmed the leader of 13 thieves before stopping for the night at the Jaunty Horn Inn.

We spent a good deal of that first hour in the Mermaid’s Arms Inn flashing back to how each of the characters had met Tamrin and looking over the players’ map, asking questions. I asked Ebbi’s player to roll a d6 to see what she knew about the area between Nodding Castle and High Hankle. She rolled a 5 so I not only told her about the inns along the way but also about the Night Worms and the Brood-Mother deep under the earth. Usually, I’d spill secrets early and often but exploring Dolmenwood is such a big part of the setting. Still, I like that the shy Mossling knew about a secret beast deep under the earth.

I liked hearing about how they each met Tamrin and what they liked about their friend. We did some light flashbacks. Ebbi loves music and followed him around to hear him play and he saw her and was kind. Princess and Tamrin met stealing from sleeping nobles. Moraine heard Tamrin sing in elfish and dreamed of him on the night they found a piece of a fallen star whose fate they link to the Winter Court’s possible return.

When talking to the player of Princess Donut about the local thieves’ guild, I also mentioned that there was an eccentric old lady who often stared into and talked to a dark mirror in her mansion and fed local strays. I did this because in skimming the Campaign Book about Dreg, I read about Shantywood Manor and loved it. Making a Charisma roll, Princess rounded up a Grimalkin ally among the cats (roll 1-3 to see how many Grimalkin there are among the strays, more going to the dice for decisions I wanted to be surprised about). Princess Donut made a deal with Madame Pusskin, sworn claw to King Pusskin, that they would free Tamrin and then return to Shanywood Manor to enter that dark mirror and take whatever riches they could carry out.

“70-30 split, 70 going to me fair, Madame?”
“Princess, to me, the curiousity is the juice…”

We had an interesting discussion about stats and playing characters. I suggested that stats tell us how the characters fare under great stress but we shouldn’t feel like we have to role-play a certain way or not marshal all of our cunning and intelligence to solve problems and survive – especially since the characters are so brittle at 1st level. We get together to play games with our smart friends; don’t feel like you can’t be that smart friend because of a low number on your character sheet.

13 thieves just outside of Dreg was the random encounter I rolled up earlier in the week. What in the name of St. Gwigh the Unsleeping is that about? Turns out the rumors of Tamrin having been arrested for stealing the Lord of Nodding Castle’s prize jewel had gotten around Dreg. The Village of Dreg’s population is 300 people. 13 thieves + the player characters just walked out…are there any criminals and outlaws left in town other than the owners of the Spawning Salmon? The reaction table (one of my favorite parts of old school play) told me that the baker’s dozen thieves and bandits were a bit confused and uncertain. Cool.

Princess chatted up the thieves’ leader, Dorcas “Door-kicker” Rumswell and charmed her with a rune. I asked a friend to roll a d4, declaiming to the dice, which told me Dorcas was 3rd level. I had no idea. Was Dorcas a fresh-faced thief reaching for the big time or a veteran bandit, trying to claim her fortune? Nonetheless, Dorcas failed her save and so, for now, she is teamed up with Princess – not only trying to get the jewels but also wanting to take out some of the posse guarding Tamrin, so he could get free.

Ebbi gave Moraine a stone with lichen in the shape of a snowflake on it; I can’t help but think that stone has a part to play in all this. Maybe. Sometimes a stone is just a stone.

The whimsy and fairy tale vibes from the character details are really evocative. I like the slow burn pace we’re setting. I dig the d6 for skill and attribute rolls.

Used the Fantasy Name Generator’s Pirate Names to name the dozen deep posse Dorcas is leading out of Dreg:

  • Alston ‘White Hair’ Lynx
  • Harley ‘Blunder’ Voss
  • Whitelaw ‘Reaper’ Holt
  • Boden ‘Black Eyes’ Home
  • Edward ‘Savage Soul’ Huckabee
  • Tedmund ‘Foolish’ Remington
  • Thaw ‘Deceiver’ Raven
  • Fenwick ‘Defiance’ Lynk
  • Eden ‘The Sour’ Swales
  • Berry ‘Weeping’ Yao
  • Ina ‘Snitch’ Brady

Next Session: A small army of thieves led by a Mossling, Grimalkin and Elf make their way west along the Ditchway…

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