I held my truth, written in verses crisp and clear. I worked on them, writing it out perfectly. The words were clear. I was concise. My message complete and legible. When I was younger, my mother used to chide me on my penmanship. My teachers hounded me relentlessly for having messy handwriting. My friends
And there it was: The future wasn’t some far off place of never-knowing and endless dreams. It was here. It was now. It was two seconds ago. It was last week. Last month. Last year. It was the moment you were given, without another promised. It was everything, and it was nothing. It was
A few months ago, I posted an article about Drydak Mushrooms. It was a response prompt to a post over at /r/dnd. Since then, I’ve been brewing on the idea some more, and finally came up with a 5th edition creature responsible for the mushrooms. The creature is called the Drydak, and you can download
The mouse ran up the hill, and dipped into the dark pool of water found there. He swam, slowly at first, as though he were afraid. As he swam, his speed increased and he was soon in the middle of the dark water, almost far enough out that he lost sight of the shore.
The Unknown Our adventurers set out from Velkynvelve with a speed born of fear. They pushed themselves to their limits, only stopping long enough to rest. After what seemed like days, they were beginning to run low on supplies – food was getting scarce, with Dierdre and Eldeth only finding scraps of food that would be
A lot of DM’s struggle with world building, and I don’t blame’em. It ain’t easy trying to keep track of some of these things: NPCs Town Names Monster Locations Politics Kingdoms Days/Nights/Moons History Religions Magic It’s enough to give anyone a headache. Factor in that your players are probably only going to explore 1/10th of
This post was inspired by a post over in the D&D subreddit. You can have a link here. The basis of the question is this: How does your Big Bad Evil Guy wake up a dead god? There are a few parts to figuring out how you want this to go down for your players.
The day that Serindar’s luck ran out was a gorgeous summer day. He’d formed a band of misfit mercenaries; like him they wanted nothing more than to live their lives. They’d become almost like a second family to him, only he would’ve betrayed any of them for a gold coin. Never again would he allow “family”
Serindar Brickback had a fairly generic past. He was born in a vale to two relatively poor parents who owned a farm. From a young age he was expected to help out; mending fences, milking their one decrepit cow, and reaping the wheat whenever harvest time came. Each year his father and mother earned just
The other day I was thinking about something to add to D&D and I came up with a type of Mushroom that grows native in dark, damp caves that are fed by a pocket of adamantine, or perhaps mithril. You can work it into your campaign however you want, but it helps if there’s either