D&D in low tech Coruscant? The whole planet is one big city. It’s run by 10 guilds (each guild is a color combo in Magic the Gathering). Half of the population, and most of the PCs, belong to one guild or another. The guilds are constantly at odds with each other, keeping each other in check. This setting has a ton of ideas for adventures and interactions between guilds. The PCs can all be from the same guild, or be…
D&D set in mythical Greece. D&D has always had creatures from Greek mythology, but this sourcebook does all the lifting for you. It has specific races (including centaurs, minotaurs, and cat-people), specific classes, and a particular mindset about the religious pantheon (think less cleric and more oracles and heroes). I’m excited to make up some characters and run an adventure in this setting.
Cast Yicak Caluprax (Prax) – White Dragonborn Fighter Thom Fingertwitch – Half Elf Rogue “Thirteen” – Human Druid Vaelanesti Si’aenvier – Elf Bladesinger Start in Bryn Shander. Staying at The North Look Inn. Scramsax, Proprietor. Trout hanging over the bar, Old Bitey. Who occasionally talks and sings. Prax was from here but chose to return to see what was up with Auril’s curse. Vael came for similar reasons, though not from here. Thom has been here since before it started….
Teemo’s guys were chasing us, so we ducked into a cantina on Mos Shuuta. There weren’t many places to hide: a closet or a dressing room. We tried the dressing room. The gamorreans would have found us there eventually, so we took the fight to them in the cantina doorway. I was worried about damaging the joint, so of course I was the one to shoot an energy conduit. Also, our devoronean and our droid are pretty good fighters. The…
(Note: I missed both session 61 and 62.) In the house of the “good necromancer” dwarf raised by elves. We had his blessing to destroy zombies. Luckily, his creatures were bodies animated by water elementals or reanimated by their own departed spirits. Definitely not zombie undead. Because he’s the good necromancer. The evil necromancer was Sulring Durgul. He was in Bolgrasgrad, at the temple of Ancient Allies. We had the dwarf’s permission to take him out. Black and blue clouds…
The rain continued. As everyone was catching their breath from the fight at the guardhouse, the goblins in the watchtower shouted the alarm, “Humies!” Everyone positioned themselves, made sure they had their preferred weapon, and waited for the fallout from the alarm. Six round shapes, all mouths and legs, burst out of the barn on the other end of the farmyard. These odd creatures leaped in random directions, dragging goblins bound to their legs by leashes. The goblins uncertainly herded…
(Note: This spell is converted from WFRP 3e.) Spell Level: 1 Magic Points: 2 Range: 48 Yards Duration: Instantaneous Ingredients: A firefly A shimmering star flies from your outstretched hand and automatically strikes the target.Only one shooting star per level may be thrown per combat round. Each star must have the same target. Each star has a Strength 4, and causes d10 Wounds on one target, irrespective of armor (d10+4). Flammable targets suffer an additional d8 Wounds. Shooting Stars are…
On the morning after the great gale, the party was met by Captain Kessler who summoned them to Burgomeister Adler’s office. Kessler told them that the burgomeister had another proposition for them. What he had to say was of great significance to the well-being of every man, woman, and child in Stormdorf. When the party encountered Adler in his office, he was sitting behind his desk wearing a grave expression, although he had spruced up since their last meeting and…
We had to speak to the Vodyanoy. This was far outside of my comfort zone. Piotr took care of the summoning for us. Vodyanoy was very happy to have someone willing to fight Father Bear. He also told us we should not inadvertently hurt the bear, maybe even to the point of death. But it seemed like he wanted us to. At the very least, he was rooting for us to win. We checked out the ground set aside for…
Something Rotten in Kislev It took three days of river travel to reach Voltsara. When we got off the boat, we made sure to put on our official Knights Panther tabards. At the village, the crops had been harvested and the fields left fallow. People were scared to come out of their homes. A drunk villager met us to welcome us “to the doomed city of Voltsara.” He mentioned Tzeentch. That gets our attention. The local shrine to Taal &…