A dungeon from my childhood. I was maybe 11 when I drew this? 12? I think I had a Player's Handbook but no other books. Later I got the DMG which at least had monster stats in the back.
There was nowhere to buy D&D stuff in my town, so I had to puzzle out what to order from the little bookstore in town. The lady that owned the store and I would look at her distributor catalog, "Monster Manual! That's it!"
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.
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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/
I wish I still had my first dungeon. It had a room that would grind you up if you closed both doors, and a dragon at the end (of course).
ReplyDeleteYeah, I don't know how that dragon gets out of his room that is barely big enough for him.
ReplyDeleteQue awesome. I did it backwards from you, I had Holmes Basic and the DMG and had to make all kinds of weird things up.
ReplyDeleteThere was nowhere to buy D&D stuff in my town, so I had to puzzle out what to order from the little bookstore in town. The lady that owned the store and I would look at her distributor catalog, "Monster Manual! That's it!"
ReplyDeleteI love how all the old dungeons -- mine looked exactly like this -- were built out of drywall. Because you had to maximize the paper, right?
ReplyDeleteCould you run this today if you wanted to?
ReplyDeleteI've got another one here that is keyed. And obviously created from the random tables in the DMG.
ReplyDeleteI suspect to see my demise in that dungeon soon... Game on Casey Garske
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