In the last post on long-distance D&D (2 weeks ago) I expounded on time. This time it’s supplies. I bet you expected space, but no. Space should be abstract. The tale of a fairytale kingdom across seven forests and six sees, five months of travel away sounds fantastic. The tale of an orc-goblin kingdom 2,276 miles away, with 1,600 light infantry and 400 heavy infantry is horrible and dull.* Also, yes, this post is also a suggestion to go and support the WTF rpg and art patreon.
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So, the One Page Dungeon contest has arrived again, hasn’t it?
Long ago, when the earth was new and plants still struggled to find vital nutrients in it as too few organic life forms had decomposed within it, a hero strode upon it. A colossus. A man with a helmet. Pointyhelmet. Technique … more >>>
That picture? It’s one of the maps for the Ultraviolet Grasslands, a fun long-distance expedition adventure I’m making over on Patreon.
Salvage blogging: three years ago, a blog ago, a d100 list of Chaotic Familiars I put together with my friend Peter Leban. It’s here now, safe in the embrace of Mu-Ptah. Does it still work? Logan’s Generator Link. In any case, … more >>>
Githyanki patrols are a menace in the shallows of the Astral seas. They dart out of their haematite wicker towers, mad lymphocytes of a decayed astral deity. In their wedge boats they rip phosphorecent life cords, stranding tourists and foreign-plane-investors alike. The tunnel-visitors say it is an act of futile fury against the decay of their old theocracy, sunk into the fuchsia mirror of the astral immediacy.
“Buy a kobold now and rub it for luck!” said the sign. PT Helmet approved and handed over a few notes.
The flaccid thing wriggled in his hands. Like a rubber chicken. He rubbed it and a wish oozed out. The ectoplasm congealed into a proto-djinn and PT felt his luck swell.
This is Part 0.5 of 8 of the first WTF Expedition RPG Pointcrawl. You can get the whole Part 1, v2, here. This is a teaser for the full Patreon-supported series, which you are totally welcome to support (and follow).
The Graceful Cats of the Violet Citadel
“Soyez tranquil,” murmurs the dead-eyed lady in P.T.’s mind. Horned cats creep from hazy alleys and examine their baggage. The citadel looms, eerie and obnoxious, beyond the haze layer.
“I tell you, I heard Shulbo’s wizarding parasite give out it’s death screech last night. Five goats gave rancid milk this morning and the yak was found with a small tuberous growth in its ear. These are signs, the apostate wizard is dead. For five ivories I will give you this very authentic key to the dead wizard’s laundry rooms, whence you may easily ransack his apartments. Oh, I ask nothing in return.”
Books in the Wizard’s Lavatory Library
Tool Proficiency – Hammer and Chisel
Non-weapon Proficiency – Underground Free Stone Masonry