A plume is seen far off in the distance, but what will it turn out to be when it gets closer? Only time will tell.
A short story which uses Memory Moths in a sci-fi setting. Props to Echomirage for the forum post that inspired the symbiotic Proxy Bug.
A guide for other users to better understand my voting criteria and what my votes mean.
A foundation 'Secret' of the Cosmic Era
The commericaly available firearms of the Cosmic Era
In which gender is discussed, mothers are remembered, and sleep is finally found.
The pair enters the wasteland. Goat cheese is eaten. Names are exchanged.
In which a slave is sold to an unpleasant customer.
A summary of the various Freetext Friday Freetexts, in one spot.
Meta Level submission about the nature of conflict in the Cosmic Era.
If the Misshapen have Arfthar, Bura and Xasmir. Then the human have Suhym, Sufyn and Suhyl, the Dragons of Ashantar...
A warrior that never tremble, a warrior that always line forward, a warrior that always spearheading the battle. His bravery is unimaginable... It's Valadaar, the Hand of Ashantar...
Bring out your Names!
A quote from my solo campaign that really got me thinking about how players perceive Npcs.
Does your players treat your precious Npcs like nothing but obstacles, exploits and cannon fodder, whether they are gelatinous cubes or humans?
And if so, what can we do to change it?
Extremely terse summary- I've had my hands full as of late, and I apologize for the lack of explanation.
A stylistic writing challenge
A basic history of the continent of Atheus.
Combat heavy sessions make for short summaries
"Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying." -- Arthur C. Clark
Sadly, the first night my Antagonistic Player is around to play, inter-player drama throws things off causing a slog of a session where almost nothing got accomplished.
The desert is a curse from the Water God upon the wicked people who live in the South.
Said people offended the Water God in some way, and so the Water God placed water-trappers, bizarre, water-sucking beings, in the soil, and within years, the wilderness became a desert.
Thus, the desert folk shamans have special powers that allow them to find water-trappers so that they can be dug up and their water harvested.