37 Long-distance Gritty Realism II: Supplies

A few dining establishments

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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32 Githyanki Astral Marines

Githyanki astral marines intercept an earthmonkey patrol.

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.

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31 Lucky Kobolds

lucky kobolds for sale

“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.

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30 Catlord of the Violet Citadel

Catlord and Cat Person

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.

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29 Squidmagus Surprise

The Squidmaster looks left in surprise

“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

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