Why is magic used by so few when it is so much use?
In the world of Delta Factor, one young woman fights a never-ending war with a remorseless enemy.
"Thandrar was seeing red, the frustration was building as he traded blow after blow with his enemy. Their blade lashed out and drew blood, but instead of weakening Thandrar, he was energized - the last straw! His pent up rage and frustration peaked and he smote his foe with such force as to bisect the fool, bathing himself, his blade and the floor in blood and gore."
Warning: Sexual assault, violence, and language. Read with caution.
The classic love story, tainted with death.
The author's quips and comments on making the most of your first submission
Knowing is Half the Battle, red and blue lasers are the other half.
Often PCs get on the wrong side of powerful users of magic or break into enchanted tombs, either may get them on the wrong side of a curse.
Criticism can be a very powerful and valuable tool if you understand how to give it, and more importantly, how to accept it.
Player 5's Pc's
Player 4's Pc's
Player 3's Pc's In a nut shell
Player 2's three pc's for The Guild Game
Last two PC's to complete one players group of three for The Guild Game.
Got a 30? Want a Generator? Read on!
This orc rides into battle with the same ferocity as the Horseman of War.
There are plenty of resources available to help detail characters. I wanted a way to organize and present those details in play naturally.
Want to build a generator? Here's how!
An Introduction and look at Pc's, plots, and plans
Voting in the Citadel, Thoughts?
The plague of the Petroleum Era, the true bane of organized government
The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses.
Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... "Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate" reads the sign outside the packed dwelling.
Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...