tips on posting Societies (part of the Codex Posting Advice)
A Codex for tips about posts in the various categories
Diseases. Incomplete and currently abandoned
The greatest book ever written! HA-HA!
Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.
In the World of Star Trek," authored by David Gerrold, Gene Roddenberry explains how a central character trying to solve one or more needs builds drama into any type of story.
A few ways to handle PCs navigating a maze within your games.
Food of the gods.
How to make combat interesting and more than: "Well, I’m going to hit him with my sword."
Inspiration comes from strange places
Mistakes were made, people will be held accountable
Quick effective tips on making adventure design and gming a little easier.
An evaluation of the limited advancement of technology in standard genre fantasy.
Ruminations on the role of Magic and Food.
Sticks.. vines.. simple engineering… hut! Coconut… scry magic.. Radio!!
Laser Pistol: "Sears $49.99"
Moonhunter ~ commenting on guns versus swords
A rare and localized school of contagion magic. An offshoot of Entwining.
What traditions or habits does your gaming group have?
I am always giving advice to various gamers on various game forums. I am constantly giving the same advice over and over again (cut/ paste repeat). Once a year I think about the advice and put together The List.
This a post apocalypse adventure/horror novel, the prologue of which I’m putting up here and will be updating with further chapters.
Rated R for graphic violence and some profanity.
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.