A short tale, for when your bard needs a tale of adventure, romance, and tragedy.
The door to the building is open, but inside is nothing but darkness. The lights are out: What do you do?
Bob and Alice are being chased by something/someone dangerous. They move into a new area, and the pursuit suddenly is nowhere to be found. What does the pursuer know that our heroes don't?
A few ways to handle PCs navigating a maze within your games.
The stream of time can suddenly be breached. What happens now?
You can have a world, you can have players. They might have even made characters that were so beautifully crafted that you cried when reviewing them. But if you don’t have a plot, your game ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Resurrecting an old thread in a new format, here we bring you News from the Real world, where you can submit news as it translates to your game world.
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.