that I'm tired of getting the book out to look up the salient points
A Mastersmiths' guide to metals of worth and the knowledge you will need to become a true Master of Metals.
by Master Blademsith Cethrik Hammerstone
Master of the Thirteeth Blade, Bladesmith to King Regrare Alderkin, Maker of Caldebane - The Ever Cutting Blade
Everyone dies. But delaying that impending sentence is the holy grail. Science, scorcery, and wishful thinking do all in their power to bestow such delays. Be your deeds pure or evil, cheating death is neither easy nor reliable.
Wanderers beware, these gates open not,
Except to those only who the way have bought.
You may purchase the right to pass me by,
By each guessing my riddles. Care to try?
"Prophecy today is hardly the romantic business that it used to be. The old tools of the trade, like the sword, the hair shirt, and the long fast in the wilderness, have given way to more contemporary, mundane instruments of doom --the book, the picket and the petition, the sit-in at City Hall."
- Jane Kramer
Some guidelines on making workable martial art styles within a game.
Potions and other alchemical concoctions are often no more than funny-colored water in a bottle; what of the strange and unusual components used to craft these marvelous items?
Sometimes is the true face of a thing forgotten, when you live in comfort, and are not forced to coexist with it.
The landscape is a product of nature’s own processes and humanoid activities troughout centuries or millenia.
How can we capture this in our stories, and deliver vivid and semi authentic descriptions?
Nooo!!! Don’t… touch that….
Curse those greedy delvers! But what with? I know! How about Aurophobia, fear of gold? Or Barophobia, fear of gravity? And I can hit that annoying wizard with Bibliophobia, no more spells for him!
The stream of time can suddenly be breached. What happens now?
Was the treasure horde too large? Or the employer too generous? Ohhh, there are so many ways of depriving heroes of their more or less deserved wealth.
War is a constant in many RPG’s. I believe that I have done enough war based adventures and campaigns that I might as well share some ideas and open the stage for others to share their thoughts.
Radiation sickness is a serious matter and I wanted to address it after noticing it in a post. I have created 10 severities of exposure and detailed what happens during each.
Ancient Egypt, Land of the Pharaohs: What will you find among the eternal sands?
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Are you a friend of adventures that bring you closer to the ultimate truth, that help you to learn your world, and teach you a valuable lesson? Or at least provide you with useful means upon your further journey? Then, my friend, better stay clear of the following things…
Tyren isn’t just another world for players to RP in. No, this setting goes far, far beyond that.
I’m trying to think of alternatives for game-openings, to replace the standard “meet up in a tavern” or “adventuring group applying for a job” techniques. I know these can be easy ways to get people playing, but I’m certain there are more interesting ways…
The third son of a candle-maker, and secretly a spy, Tsiao Fong Wei betrayed his family, clan, and town to the merciless Qongg Dynasty, causing the deaths of his own family members. He survived to an old age hiding out in the country side and keeping a low profile. One day however, the “Paper Knife” finally found Tsiao Fong Wei , and exacted his revenge on behalf of the folk, dead and tortured.
After a furious struggle, the “Paper Knife” plunged twin burning candles into the eyes of the traitorous old man and laughed, as Tsiao Fong Wei howled in dismay and pain. Some say Tsiao Fong Wei died that day. Others say that the old man somehow escaped despite his sudden anguish and utter blindness.
The truth is lost to time.
But to this day the children of the Red-Ridge County towns and villages are told by their parents to always beware twin lights in the darkness and to never venture into the woods at night, and to keep an ear open for the Groaning Ghost, for somewhere out there Tsiao Fong Wei the Traitor, now a vengeful spirit, stumbles about the darkness moaning and wailing, candles still sticking forth from out of his otherwise empty eye sockets. And though the candles plunged into his eyes all those years ago were a’flame going in, now the wax protuberances are somehow lit from within and burn without, and two flickering lights in the darkness, always portend his coming.