The party (John Tiller the Paladin of Vengeance, Dexter the Thief, Magic Man, Endo the chosen of Gond, and Alton the Aasamir) is together in the Glendaldil, the Outer Planes kingdom of Chauntea, the goddess of life and harvest. After dueling against her champion, Meeleelah the Woodelf Avenger, to test their worth for an audience, they rest and await the goddess’s summons to petition a bold request: to return the world of Altara back into its previous existence before the Time Devourer, the Aboleth Queen Cadencia, had consumed it.
I’ve been doing some revisions to this blog in my spare time – how fleeting it is – and after rereading some of my older posts I feel that I have to make some adjustments in not only my life, but also what I post and how often I post it. In my mission statement for this blog, back when it was called Let’s Kick This Pig: A D&D Blog, I opened my very first post with “A gnome, a dwarf, and a wood elf walk into a bar…” That was level one, that was the beginning of my Dungeons and Dragons: Altara Campaign which started in the Dungeons and Dragons starter adventure The Lost Mines of Phandelver. Comparing that with how I have opened this post, there are some realizations that hit me pretty hard, and it isn’t a good feeling Read More
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Well if you haven’t noticed I haven’t posted anything Dungeons and Dragons related for a little while, there’s a post coming soon about it, but here’s my apology/excuse.
I lead a busy life, well a “busy-ish” life. Over the past couple of months I’ve had a lot on my plate. From starting up, editing, and producing a new podcast and youtube channel, as well as executive producing another podcast and restarting my own, on top of working my way back into writing full time while working on drawing commissions and things of the like Read More
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and they party catches the first glimpse of Phandalin. The town, nestled in the lowlands in the Cusp of the Frontier, conists of forty to fifty simple log buildings, some of which are built on the old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins – crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars – surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street as it climbs toward the hill at the east of town, where the remnants of an old manor watches down on the frontier town.
As they search the city of Barthen’s Provisions, bring the grave news that Gundred has been taken by a horde simply know as Cragmaw, they see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops, all of them offering subtle glances only to look away when the party looks. Passing the a woodcutter’s shop and a weapons shop call the Blue Lion, the party is passed by a small pack of men, all of which we are wearing bright splashes of crimsons in the form of scarfs, cloaks, and kerchiefs wrapped around their neck. One of the members, a man with an eyepatch centered with a single ruby, offers a toothy grin as he eyes their cart of provisions. Taros bares a toothy grin to the mine, and flashes the blade of his axe, and quickly the one-eyed man looks away, grumbling something to himself.
“First Harbin hires those red fools and they run a muck in the city,” Barthen grumbled, “then those Cragmaws start prowling around, and now this… What else can go wrong?”
Giving the players a little tap of Expository dialog, but first an update from the DM. Read More
A gnome, a dwarf, and a wood elf walk into a bar…
What sounds like the beginning of a common, and possibly crude joke thrown around the halls and courts of any given kingdom in the Forgotten Realms, is actually the humble beginnings of my new Saturday night Dungeons and Dragons campaign. After leaving the indestructible player ridden, battle burdened realms of Dungeons and Dragons 4e (due to schedule conflicts and an unresolved complete party TPK) and taking a quick jaunt through the often confusing and over-encumbered rule system of Shadowrun; my table top group and I decided it was time to see what Fifth Edition was all about. And I plan on chronicling our sessions, from the baby steps of goblin hordes to the big baddies of the Underdark, and everything in between Read More
(Archived from my old blog:) I searched “What is so wrong with tumblr” and Google just showed me an animated gif of a sad, overweight trans-puppy-kin slowly crying itself to death in a bowl of Patriarchy flavored mayonnaise gendered ice cream while lyrics from a Mindless Self Indulgence song marque-scrolled across the bottom of the image, then it showed me a whole bunch of surprisingly convincing traps. Tumblr has been an interesting experience for me, it was there when i first came to terms with my sexuality, it was there when i decided DeviantArt was a shit hole filled with shit heads, and it was there for me to help convince tumblrinas to send me nudes Read More