Fake Bling and Sand

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Rings of Barrow

Dosh wiggled his toes in his boot, checking… always checking… and then wiggled his fingers in his fists… checking. Everything in place. Ready. Alright. Let’s go. Continue reading

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A Cloak of Air and A Cloak of Sludge

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Billowing Cloak of Father Wind

The lions were released and pounded across the sand at him. Thumping. Prowling. Snarling. Stalking. The stranger only walked towards them. The crowd only murmured. They’d seen this show before. Continue reading

Liar’s Armor and Boy Bands

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Armor of Guile

Paulo laughed and laughed and laughed, wading through the attacks. Arrows splintering to pieces off of his magnificent breastplate. He cackled as the soldiers charged him, spears at the ready and almost shat himself in glee as he saw the great loping bugbear roar in frustration at how deftly the matching magnificent shield deflected his resounding blows. Continue reading

Fingers and Lutes.

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Ring of The Gray

Wyatt squatted in a lonely alley in the dry, arid city of Al-Shaffa. He’d pawned his sword that morning–notched and loosely-rattling thing that it was. The clay bottle was heavy, the liquor inside of it strong, and the hand that clasped its neck dirty… a three-fingered, sand wracked, yellow-nailed gnarl of a hand. Continue reading

Dice of Reality and a Song of Insanity

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Liar’s Dice

Listen, Charlonso… before you go to their sad colony, know that Tieflings are the great albinos of the world. Outcast. Cursed, some say. Known by their look, but human despite all of that–a tiefling is just as much a person and you or me. Sure, there are some that take their inhuman look as a sign that they must shed their humanity entirely. They see their strange gifts as reason enough to devolve into all the horrible things expected of them. When you look as a demon, sometimes its just easier to play the part. Continue reading

How I Learned to Digest Druids

I have tended to hate most druid concepts and yet have a Druid in my game.

The truth is, most of my problem with Druids came out of a narrow slice of players that favored them in previous editions. First, they were players that picked it for optimization purposes (and I tend to dislike optimization as a principle around which ones makes a character), freedom from behavioral obligation (which I’m sympathetic to only to a point, playing a character that is purely unpredictable and, thus, runs the high potential of being merely morally arbitrary is frustrating to me), and as an end run around some very “human” story and drama (given that they could acknowledge never having to care about much of anything happening). Those that weren’t doing THAT wanted to be Captain Planet.  Hate druids. Always have.

So, naturally, in my current game a player I trust who is open to letting me edit the world around his PC frequently, wanted to play one and I agreed–because it’s a new addition and I might as well try and make it work.

So, here are what druids in my games are like–the party have met 3 and has one in it.

1. Druids are created

In my game, being a druid means something catastrophic had to happen to you. You were something before (background) and then the whole world spoke through you and changed you. I want people to imagine maybe Jack Hawksmoor from “THe Authority” where he’s abducted in instants all throughout his childhood in harrowing, dangerous, brutal ways and slowly turned into the protector of cities (which are living things, we just don’t know it). Or consider Neo in the Matrix (just the first one), he didn’t ask for it and goes through hellacious trials and is simply charged with BEING the one. The world (destiny) needed someone for a purpose, this is why Druids exist. Continue reading