This is where old sea monsters dream. This is where the things they swallow go. It is the ocean as seen by a leviathan. For them, the deep is not dark, so you can see as well, alien sensations of distant currents and unfamiliar wavelengths
This is part 2 of my ongoing struggle with the Gygax 75. You can check out part 1 here. Week 2 of the Gygax 75 challenge requires making a map. I am not very good at maps. This is the best I could manage with the hexkit bundle I bought impu…
I really like Pact. It's a great novel, and possibly my favourite piece of urban fantasy I know. So far, I was inspired by Pact. Today, I steal outright. The below is based almost entirely on the novel, with changes made only to fill in the…
I was going to participate in GLOGtober, but then I didn't and now I'm three days late. Ah, well. I probably won't catch up but I will write something that can be tenuously considered GLOGtober appropriate to the prompt. Here are some weapo…
I like GLOG. It's simple, malleable, and has wacky classes. Vayra outlined its general principles in this very good post. I also don't play a lot of GLOG. In fact, I wrote two GLOG classes without participating in a single session of GLOG.
People, reputable people, "scholars" will tell you snakes, like all other reptiles come from eggs. They are correct in that and that knowledge should satisfy them, but the arrogant fools claim to know what happens in eggs. They claim snake
Not every part-reality has a place physically. The Tunnels do. They're under. Under the earth, under the sea, under the mythic underworld. So far down the reality dissolves. Chunks of it are lost. Stone forgets it is stone, forgets its own
The Glass Fields are a half-reality, one of the many (infinite) reflections of the Meadows. They can be accessed accidentally by those who daydream in the right state of mind at the right location, or purposely by those who perform the corr…
If you look around there are race-as-class templates for just about every fantasy race you can imagine, except for the most populous one, humans. I have come forth to fix this misunderstanding, once and for all. You're a human, a kind of mo…