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I am running a total of four TTRPG’s at this point, including the original Shifting Halls game. I may as well start getting organized, and maybe posting plans and summaries a bit more often.
Just another set of stories to add to the list.
The Shifting Halls
Stemming the Tide
Always Darkest: Tales of the Sorcerer’s Galaxy
Unnamed D&D game, currently running through Storm King’s Thunder
I made a version of Claudia from TDP for a Spelljammer game. Like too many too similar characters over the last ten years, I just no longer care what the writers decide for her crimes, I need her to have a more or less happy ending, even if I have to do it myself.
Note that I am going with the idea that Hecate is not "evil" like the demonized version in D&D, but a powerful entity capable of being protective or destructive in turns. The idea that she would take Claudia under her wing just appealed to me. Goddess of crossroads and moons as well as magic, seeing a young woman that has devoted herself to and been hurt and manipulated by men all her life, and has powerful dark magic of her own? I don't think I'm out of line there. But Claudia's unremembered past will still make her suspicious.
I think my name is Claudia. I think I am a good person. I know I am sad, but I don't remember why. I have been drifting in the Astral Sea for longer than I know. The first thing I do know was meeting the Goddess. I was alone, not even memories for company, sitting on a dead god, only a small fire to keep away the chill. I was broken, my mind drifting, my body weak. Hecate found me there, and saw something in me. Magic? Destiny? Darkness? Whatever it was, she rescued me. Taught me. The spells were easy enough, almost as if I had done magic before. She provided me a small creature to help me and let me not feel so lonely. Finally, she took me to a new world, gave me a chance to survive. She never asked for anything in return. I think I should be grateful, but maybe I should be suspicious. I just don't know. It all feels so familiar. I found a small farming town, and have lived here ever since, until the travelers came. They call their ship the Odyssey, and I think I should be helping them. This world has many problems. But am I here to help, or to make things worse?
I made her an Astral Elf. Whatever happened, whoever she really was, she's been in the Astral Sea so long it changed her, or perhaps she just always was one, she's not sure. She doesn't have to actually be the Claudia from the show, I just kind of wanted to imply it without it necessarily being true. So here's her description.
Claudia looks mostly like a young Caucasian human woman with brown hair (speckled with thin white streaks) and green eyes. If she were actually human, she'd be between 18 and her early twenties.Her ears are fairly flat against her head rather than sticking out to the sides, so the points of her ears are covered by her hair when she has her hair down, only showing her Fey nature if she ties her hair back. She wears dark clothes. She often jumps when she sees the ears, though, as if she also thinks of herself as human and doesn't care for the revelation.
If the character were literally Claudia at some point after the series, rather than just an homage, the dead god she starts her story on in the Astral Sea is obviously Aaravos. It gives the whole thing a kind of symmetry. She didn't kill him, she simply withdrew her support, and so he lost to the heroes.
REMEMBER SKIP-IT FROM THE 90’S
my weapon of choice during school yard fightsÂ
DnD campaign but the only weapons are 90′s toys @riskpig
Distance weapon: those sky dancer propeller toys.
I’ll allow it.
I have but two words:
Are those a weapon or piece of armor?
Party walks into the inn to rest and the pub looks like
Perfection.
@anotherspecter
I ride into battle on one of these
Animal Companions
Fresh combat
Monks have to use these
Wizard’s Spell book
Warlock Patrons
Archfey
Fiend
Celestial
Great Old One
The undying
THE B A R D
It got better since I last saw it
This is so weird bc being born in 1997 I saw all these toys… old, dirty, and faded by the sun
it’s so weird to think of them as new and current toys rather than the relics of a bygone age
Currency
Dungeon:
the party embarks upon a laser quest
I made a version of Claudia from TDP for a Spelljammer game. Like too many too similar characters over the last ten years, I just no longer care what the writers decide for her crimes, I need her to have a more or less happy ending, even if I have to do it myself.
Note that I am going with the idea that Hecate is not "evil" like the demonized version in D&D, but a powerful entity capable of being protective or destructive in turns. The idea that she would take Claudia under her wing just appealed to me. Goddess of crossroads and moons as well as magic, seeing a young woman that has devoted herself to and been hurt and manipulated by men all her life, and has powerful dark magic of her own? I don't think I'm out of line there. But Claudia's unremembered past will still make her suspicious.
I think my name is Claudia. I think I am a good person. I know I am sad, but I don't remember why. I have been drifting in the Astral Sea for longer than I know. The first thing I do know was meeting the Goddess. I was alone, not even memories for company, sitting on a dead god, only a small fire to keep away the chill. I was broken, my mind drifting, my body weak. Hecate found me there, and saw something in me. Magic? Destiny? Darkness? Whatever it was, she rescued me. Taught me. The spells were easy enough, almost as if I had done magic before. She provided me a small creature to help me and let me not feel so lonely. Finally, she took me to a new world, gave me a chance to survive. She never asked for anything in return. I think I should be grateful, but maybe I should be suspicious. I just don't know. It all feels so familiar. I found a small farming town, and have lived here ever since, until the travelers came. They call their ship the Odyssey, and I think I should be helping them. This world has many problems. But am I here to help, or to make things worse?
I made her an Astral Elf. Whatever happened, whoever she really was, she's been in the Astral Sea so long it changed her, or perhaps she just always was one, she's not sure. She doesn't have to actually be the Claudia from the show, I just kind of wanted to imply it without it necessarily being true. So here's her description.
Claudia looks mostly like a young Caucasian human woman with brown hair (speckled with thin white streaks) and green eyes. If she were actually human, she'd be between 18 and her early twenties.Her ears are fairly flat against her head rather than sticking out to the sides, so the points of her ears are covered by her hair when she has her hair down, only showing her Fey nature if she ties her hair back. She wears dark clothes. She often jumps when she sees the ears, though, as if she also thinks of herself as human and doesn't care for the revelation.
I made a version of Claudia from TDP for a Spelljammer game. Like too many too similar characters over the last ten years, I just no longer care what the writers decide for her crimes, I need her to have a more or less happy ending, even if I have to do it myself.
Note that I am going with the idea that Hecate is not "evil" like the demonized version in D&D, but a powerful entity capable of being protective or destructive in turns. The idea that she would take Claudia under her wing just appealed to me. Goddess of crossroads and moons as well as magic, seeing a young woman that has devoted herself to and been hurt and manipulated by men all her life, and has powerful dark magic of her own? I don't think I'm out of line there. But Claudia's unremembered past will still make her suspicious.
I think my name is Claudia. I think I am a good person. I know I am sad, but I don't remember why. I have been drifting in the Astral Sea for longer than I know. The first thing I do know was meeting the Goddess. I was alone, not even memories for company, sitting on a dead god, only a small fire to keep away the chill. I was broken, my mind drifting, my body weak. Hecate found me there, and saw something in me. Magic? Destiny? Darkness? Whatever it was, she rescued me. Taught me. The spells were easy enough, almost as if I had done magic before. She provided me a small creature to help me and let me not feel so lonely. Finally, she took me to a new world, gave me a chance to survive. She never asked for anything in return. I think I should be grateful, but maybe I should be suspicious. I just don't know. It all feels so familiar. I found a small farming town, and have lived here ever since, until the travelers came. They call their ship the Odyssey, and I think I should be helping them. This world has many problems. But am I here to help, or to make things worse?
I came across a bunch of people talking about the Hadozee, a species in D&D that's gotten a lot of criticism over the years for several attributes that make them similar to how Black people in the United States have been described over the years. Including portrayals that are similar to minstrel show characters, the slave people that had to rely on others to free them, and a number of other things.
And of course the responses to this included things like, "If you see a flying monkey and think Black person, you're the problem!"
Because, of course, the fault for seeing this and being reminded of fantastic races being thinly veiled racist caricatures is the fault of the people who know the history of such characters, and not the fault of the writers of such characters.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
As always, I ask, is this important? Possibly not, but that we can so casually dismiss the concerns of people still being hurt by bigotry is.
New monster: Orange Slime. It sounds like a gibbering human, and can cast Confusion once per day. If in trying to break free a victim fails its Wisdom/Will save two times, they behave as if they've had Feeblemind cast on them. It is incredibly toxic, and its touch does 1d10 poison damage, and those touched must make a con/fortitude save or be Poisoned for a day. It is also corrosive, dissolving wood, metal, and democracy, or for that matter any non-totalitarian government. It is just sapient enough to be petty and vengeful, its defining character traits.
Added by a friend: Weaknesses, Women with Cats, kindly Governors, and fmr state attorney generals.
What, really? Some of the Sidhe are clearly not human, even if they have a partly human shape, and there are similar legends all over the world. Why would anyone argue that?
I mean, I know why, but the brain rot gets on everything, doesn't it?
On a discussion about how dragons in D&D are "born evil":
"Some people are born with psychosis, born evil, It's an uncomfortable truth we have to confront."
First, that is not the actual definition of psychosis, different people present differently, and even if it was, the statement is so off base.
I swear, shows like CSI and Criminal Minds, along with a number of real crime shows, have done so much damage. No, they weren't born evil. They were born at most with a genetic predisposition to certain personality traits. Maybe an inability to empathize, maybe not being able to see the point of a moral structure. Their experiences can and have cause(d) different outcomes. It is in no way as straightforward as, "Your five-year-old scores highly on our psychosis scale therefore it is inevitable that he is a murderer and there's no cure or treatment for him just being evil."
I hate that this narrative is still going. Genetics is a blueprint. People can and do modify what is built from their genes. "Low empathy"people have chosen to be good people.
I'm hardly a professional, so take with a grain of salt. But actions are what make one evil, not a genetic quirk, and seriously, a baby can't act.
But let me just say, I am unlikely to ever run a game where they may as well kill a baby anything because there's no hope of them being anything but evil as adults.
You’re a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You’ve actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer’s business, you finally reveal yourself.
Okay, so- hey, hey! Stop with the screaming, you’re gonna wake people up! Shut up! If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. Listen for a minute, already.
I was just minding my own-
I am so serious right now. If you wake Bob up, you won’t like what I do. He’s not young, these days, he needs his rest.
Okay? Okay.
Anyway. I was minding my own business. I was a fairly young mimic, I’d just really sort of settled into my first good morph. When you’re really young, freshly spawned, you sort of rotate through things, and you don’t quite get it right, most of the time.
It’s like learning how to walk for people, I think. You’re small, you don’t quite know what you’re doing… it’s a whole thing.
And I went chair. Now, that’s very exciting. Chairs aren’t a common mimic morph. For whatever reason- the gods? who knows?- most mimics end up containers. Trunks, chests, drawers, wardrobes, I had a cousin who was a barrel.
Chair, though, that’s good, though. No barbarian is gonna poke through your insides looking for loose change if you’re a good sturdy wooden chair. You might get sat on, but, heck, we’re pretty sturdy as a species. No big deal. And, honestly, easier to get some food.
Wha- no, we don’t eat people. We don’t eat flesh, that’s gross. We absorb magic. It’s why we tend to spawn in dungeons, lots of magic there. Though I pity the poor mimic clans that end up in a necromancer dungeon. Ugh.
Most adventurers have magic items on them, you absorb a little energy and get sat on for a bit, no big deal, easy meal. And you get a little variety in your diet, win for everybody.
Sure, we kill people from time to time. But let me ask you this: If you were just at home, minding your own business, and some big guy with no neck bristling with swords came along, bust into your house, walked into your room, and reached into one of your orifices to find valuables, you might take averse to that, don’t you think? It’s not like people don’t know about mimics. Take a little care, you know?
Anyway, I was still pretty young. I’d just settled into my morph. And this guy comes along and, you guessed it, no neck, bristling with swords. And he claps eyes on me and just stops, and stares, and I was like- kinda panicking, right? I’m thinking I messed up the morph, and he’s clocked me and now I’m gonna have to fight this guy.
And then he nudges his buddy and says ‘Hey, hey Jim, ain’t that the most beautiful chair you’ve ever seen in your life?’
And Jim’s like ‘yeah it’s a nice chair so what?’ and Bob- that’s the guy with no neck- he says ‘no, look at it! it’s gorgeous!’
I tell you, if I coulda blushed, I’d have been cherry red from top to bottom. When you first start to settle into a morph, you feel a little self-conscious, you know? You’re just starting to figure yourself out, and someone comes along and just says the nicest things. And he went on for a while. I was so flattered, best day of my life, aside from my first spawning.
Jim says ‘well just bring the damn thing! we have shit to do!’ so Bob does! Just picks me up and straps me to his back, and off we went.
And I went lots of interesting places, met some interesting people. I even ended up doing the watch at night a couple of times. Because Jim, sometimes he has this thing where he just falls asleep, he can’t help it, it’s not his fault. I had to help them out a couple of times. I was fond of the guy, you know? And most mimics don’t get to be part of adventuring parties, it’s just not done, so it was really neat to feel like I was a part of things.
Jim and Bob and their buddy Wade, they end up saving the kingdom, and they all go their separate ways. Bob went back to his home village- that’s here- bought a building, put me in the middle, and said ‘this is gonna be my tavern’. He hangs up his magical weapons around the bar- don’t bother with that, buddy, that glass is tougher than your ax, I promise.
Anyway, I’ve got plenty to eat. I even spawned a couple of times, helped fill out the place. I figure, save him a little money, I start my own clan, and there’s plenty of ambient magic to go around, the place is lively, better than some manky old dungeon any day, right?
Bob, he never quite figured it out. I think Jim was onto me, but Bob- he’s not bright. But he’s just the nicest guy, you know? He’s always got a kind word for someone. He’ll give you the shirt off his back. If you show up here hungry with no money, he feeds you, and often he’ll make sure you get some place to sleep and a job, if you’re looking. Everybody loves Bob.
And I really like people, that’s something I figured out about myself. I like the atmosphere here, too, there’s always new stories to hear. I’ve learned a lot, over the years, I’ll tell you what.
Now Bob, he’s not young anymore, and his kids well- they’re not the adventuring sort, as I think you have already sussed out. But they don’t need to fight, you know? That’s not the kinda life they need to lead.
So, bearing all that in mind, here’s the deal. You got two options. One- put everything down- nice and easy, mind- and leave, lock the door behind you, and this never happened. No harm, no foul.
Or… you can find out just how many times I’ve spawned.
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Feuer-480 from this week's Fascist Punching game. He is a mechanical suit over a random, very loyal Nazi vehicle expert. The person inside is usually expected to not make it back. Has a powerful flamethrower, jet pack, and amazing strength and durability.
This is a meme I will never be able to understand:
Why do adventurers always have tragic backstories? Because happy, well-adjusted people don't go dragon hunting.
This is simply nonsense. The tragic backstory is a perfectly good way to motivate a character, it's true, but the idea that a happy person would never fight to protect their friends and loved ones is just a great way to end up with a tragic backstory.
That may not fit all games, if you're just adventuring for fame and glory, but there are far more motivations than just those.
There's this old D&D sketch thing where the dialog goes something like: DM: Beyond the door lies darkness. Player: I shoot the darkness with my bow!
So, I wrote a snippet of a song.
Hello, Darkness, my old friend, Please roll initiative again. I'll roll to hit you with my long bow, And then for damage from the arrow. And the DM has a look that is quite strained. Hurts my brain. And they all sit silent.
Spirit of the Law by @fleeting-sanity, with thanks.
Basilah Reeves is a former county sheriff, forced out when she refused to enforce an unjust legal system. She took her skills and became a private investigator, trying to protect her community from all who preyed on it, with or without a badge.
Then, the Star came, imbuing her with strange mystical powers. And a wardrobe upgrade. More than ever, she now enforces the Spirit of the Law, and never its letter.
Equipment: Fiery horse with the speed of light, badge that activates the transformation (shades of the Galaxy Rangers), two six shooters that can stun or injure (usually stun), longcoat of flames that responds a bit to mental commands even if only to Look Cool.
Basic Spirit of Vengeance/Ghost Rider style character, with a venue chosen by the players.
I... am the Law.
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