The tortoise, called Ogan by the Keebra, moves at the speed of a human crawl and despite its size its footfall barely shakes the ground. The land behind Ogan is deeply carved by its footprints and the forests are left shredded by its grazing. Ogan moves ever onwards, its movements
Lord Sinaut was deeply upset that his beautiful new palace’s aesthetic was spoilt by the presence of the palace guard. No matter what the shape or colour of their uniforms, they stood out and were unbearably noticeable to Lord Sinaut. Thus he commanded that he, his guests, his family and
The RPG Blog Carnival for October is about superstitions, so here are three little rituals. Thieves Lock Pick Murmur Lock picking is a quiet is an action that takes quiet, patience and a little luck. The thieves guild teaches its members a murmur to hum as they work. They say
Lord Rarder, The 4th Duke of Orindest was a petulant and egotistical young man. He became jealous of the other nobles with their mountainous or coastal estates. In particular Earl Brabant’s extravagant spending on building a new mountain tweaked Lord Rarder’s ego. Seeking to make his flat farmland demesne more
Adventures In A Doomed World The lava never stops. Rivers of thick, sticky, liquid rock stretch out for hundreds of miles from the Rift. The great forest of Salidour has been burned and the cities of men obliterated. As the land burns, the ash rises high into the sky and
The noble Knights of Gold brought down the mad lich witch Paubi after a year long campaign. The lich’s designs were undone, but their undead army continued. It came to halt in the middle of the countryside where it stood, waiting for further orders that would never come. The million
The Last Spell Ingredient The trouble with magic is it that it is unexplainable and inexplicable. Diligent research wizards may find cheap and common alternatives for some spells but there is no guarantee all ingredients can be replaced. A healing potion might just need that very specific breed of moth
Aelaimo is the god of rivers; fresh water is his gift and promise to all who worship him. When his clerics heard of a land far to the west where no rain fell, they felt compelled to bring relief to this desert. The journey took them months and despite the
The robber barons are a band of noble knights that have secretly rejected the concept of property. Bored with their affluent lives, the now amuse themselves by attempting, in person, to steal the goods of their fellow robber barons. They meet each winter solstice to compare score. Last year’s winner
Continuing our exploration of the dirtier side of RPG world building (see part 1). Whose job is it? There is always a prejudice against those who work in waste disposal. It is a dirty, smelly job and one which often involves anti-social hours which can lead to an “untouchable” social
