True Story: I ran a dungeon crawl using Dread once wherein I managed to get the party to try to swim across a giant, underground, flooded hall. Halfway through things got tense when they realized there were gators swimming in the hall with them.
When they realized the gators were armed with spears, they lost their shit and fled.
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
Originally shared by Curt Thompson This is an interesting theory, but I notice the author has to omit one of the most important Heinlein novels to make it work. Time Enough For Love was written in the very early 70s and was a straight (heh) extrapolation of the chaotic and frenetic zeitgeist of that era. http://www.locusmag.com/Perspectives/2012/11/the-joke-is-on-us-the-two-careers-of-robert-a-heinlein/
Lizardmen. For when the party gets to thinking they're just a little too clever with infravision. :p
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favorite Trampier drawings ever.
ReplyDeleteLizardmen and gnolls are my favorite things. And owlbears.
ReplyDeleteThough I admit I call them Lizardfolk. I also call Devils Baatezu and Demons Tanar'ri.
Who the hell gets sick of orcs? >:(
ReplyDeleteDaniel Swensen my PC's are heading to the Tomb of the Lizard King. So they're about to get a vampire lizard king to the face.
ReplyDeleteBret Gillan Lair to lair salespeople. :(
ReplyDeleteLair-to-lair trap salesbeings are the worst. Always dumping acid or poison darts on your floor of 5'x5' stone tile...
ReplyDeleteOnce you've had them fried, grilled, sautéed, dried, poached and fricasseed, they can become a bore, Bret Gillan
ReplyDeleteTrue Story: I ran a dungeon crawl using Dread once wherein I managed to get the party to try to swim across a giant, underground, flooded hall. Halfway through things got tense when they realized there were gators swimming in the hall with them.
ReplyDeleteWhen they realized the gators were armed with spears, they lost their shit and fled.
Also: http://bryantpauljohnson.com/2013/10/03/oh-the-beating-drum/