Playing the mirrored version of popular european fairytales, where the heroes have been corrpted and the players are the reformed villains trying to right the mirrored tales.
After thousands of votes, we now have our annual list of most anticipated tabletop RPGs for the coming year. As I do every year, I recently took nominations for the most anticipated tabletop RPGs for the coming year, and then opened the floor to voting. Here are this year's winners - the most...
10. Werewolf: The Apocalypse 5E (Renegade Studios)
9. Swords of the Serpentine (Pelgrane Press)
8. Cy-Borg (Stockholm Kartell)
7. Shadow of the Weird Wizard (Schwalb Entertainment)
Playing the mirrored version of popular european fairytales, where the heroes have been corrpted and the players are the reformed villains trying to right the mirrored tales.
the moon shone down on the large island below having risen but an hour before. it slowly crested the small forest at the edge of the island, deep within the forest lay a small cottage. inside the small house a rather strange creater staring out at the moon lit meddow that made up her home. a small kisune child lived in the meddow no parents or gardains to protect her just the think woods about her and her own wit. mivito was the name she went by having given it to herself after finding it carved in the door of the cottage she had woken up in. a little cub when she had woken here some 3 years ago now about 7 years old having lived alone in all that time. gently her tiny ear twitched earings tinking softy the mostion of her ears listening intently for nose in the woods about her small meddow. she could hear animals and wind but no people. slowly she creeped from her cottage ears twitching some more nose sniffing for the sent of a stray villager or hunter in the woods but none came. gently she straigted her self and ran on all fours out the door into the night around her meddow. happily rushing about the grass before bounding to the garden she kept in the far corner sniffing the crops to find and pick the freashest porduce from the meny plants she had and disposing of the rotted ones. her garden was growing smaller and much to her dismay 4 more plants had withered and died. she as much as she hated it a vist to the village would be needed to get seeds to replant her crops. taking what food she could back to the caldrone in the back of the cotage lighting a fire below the large pot before gathering her small bucket and going to the spring for water pouring it in the pot. slowly it began to boil gently adding the food from her crops and some meat she had taken from a deer the night before stewing it in the pot. " good thing thr hunters dont find all there kills'' mivito spoke to herself filling a bowl with the stew she had brewed up " am not yet fast enough to catch them myself"she spoke again. drinking the soup as her fragle body warming as she drank the warming lquid.
she was much to young to catch the large deer that roamed the woods that surounded her and lack of training to hunt didnt help the poor litte cub. but she did not complain tho one thing always tugged at the back of her mind, why had she been alone where was her family but as these thoughts flood her mind ut became more cloudy and the toughts drained away and filled only with colors and the mask she offten wore. it being a womens face cold and stern lips red spriling tattoos under the eye slits it had been on her when she had woken up