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Thursday, April 10, 2025
Giants of the Middle West
Monday, March 13, 2023
d100 dark souls
I recently returned to Lordran and have some thoughts on applying the lessons of Dark Souls 1 to ttrpgs slowly percolating. In the meantime, a stocker:
A mute and imprisoned priestess, watched by a duplicitous warrior
A prison with a demon trapped in the basement
A monster in a courtyard, unaware of a balcony above
A hidden barterer using delivery birds
A priest who plans to betray his snooty noble ward
Large nest, man-sized eggs
A stash of red crystals. Can be crushed to visit another world
A tall epitaph, a corpse pinned to it with a greatsword
A toothy serpent under the floor of a disused shrine
A large creature that eats rare minerals and spits out others
A merchant with a freakish appearance. Keeps a legendary sword hidden among his things
Soldiers watch a narrow path from above, firebombs at the ready
An old witch peddles poisons from behind bars
A gang of thieves sneak around from behind as dogs provide distraction
A cooperative knight. Quirky interest becomes a consuming monomania
A town, its front gate hijacked by a great creature
A large animal and armed herders. It wear excessive custom barding
A portcullis, closed until its keeper hears the signal bell
A church tower where a goth dude offers absolution
Beasts guard a rooftop, wearing ornamental armor and wielding halberds
A slime hidden above, drops down to engulf passing heads
A rodent the size of a bus, caged
A merchant, cheerful in a wretched place, sells powerful exotic weapons
A misshapen, waddling beast. Its ribcage is a gaping maw
On a shadowed ledge, a sneak shoots venomous missiles. Carries the antidote
A brute swings a massive club coated in poison. In his pockets: actual shit
An enormous filter feeder. Its body obscures a scroll with a self destructive spell of great power
A rickety wooden elevator driven by a cobbled-together water wheel. Surrounded by biting insects
The sister of devils sells her secrets to those she deems worthy
The hollow roots of a massive tree reach deep underground
An inept knight waits at a high window, surrounded. Knows a holy blast spell
An ornate bridge can rotate to connect different areas
Down a hidden staircase, a demon sits in a chapel
Silent archers guard a precarious side entrance
Imps, in service of the church, wield javelins
In front of the doors of a great hall lies a chance to hunt down a traitor
A skilled giant bound to his craft in service knows the secret of lightning
A magic ring empowers divine spells
A teleporting mage guards a hidden but empty tomb
A renowned dragonslayer and his corpulent lackey issue a challenge
An ambush of thorny treemen waits among the bushes
A stone clad knight emanates an aura of slowness
The grave of a legendary knight, locked with a mystical seal
An old smith looks for a blessed flame to enable forging special weapons
A living statue of rare metal wields a mancatcher
A huge glowing insect perches on a ruined tower
Massive felines charge and tumble into their prey
A band of warriors protect their forest from otherworldly invaders
Easily dispatched myconids. Their death cries call the larger ones
A warrior from a distant land. Welcomes any to join as he hunts people for sport
A spirit. Can only be harmed by someone who has been petrified
An elevator, its mechanisms inert and underwater
The remains of a city destroyed to contain a spreading evil
A red-robed mage applies his knowledge to physick
Behind a locked door, a crank to unseal floodgates
A giant mass of tortured souls slowly oozes forward
A hooded warrior, seeks to drain life force. Leader claims they are merely antiauthority
A wizard craftsman, self sequestered to avoid losing his lucidity
A hidden crevice connecting two disparate areas, home to winged raptors
A winding pathway up to snow covered steps, surrounded by impaled bodies
A wielder of acid magic, his head bandaged and bulbous
A rooftop corpse. Harpies watch to swarm the curious
A bloated wretch charges blindly and swings a flaming torch
A thin sword dedicated to a raven goddess
A warren of tunnels at the bottom of a well
A phalanx that has guarded a gate for an age, the soldiers stooped and melted from waiting
A rotting undead beast who pulls itself apart to give chase
A fur-covered giant with a weapon made to kill the gods
A beautiful woman bids leave the kind denizens in peace
A hefty golem examines an orrery. Holds a key to an ancient time
Zombie soldiers sprout iridescent crystals
A dragon's attendant uncannily danced with a trident
Multistory bookcases, stairways crisscross between
A huge monster whose breath sends victims to jail
A snake man alerts the area with a megaphone alarm
A cage of cephalopod mutants. Evidence that they were once women
A warrior emerges from the belly of a beast. She searches for her father
An invisible bridge marked only with bloodstains
A giant butterfly lapping at the sparkling walls
A cavern of skull-eating mollusks. Can sometimes break a curse
Floating heads. They moan then explode
A narrow canyon. Archers hide among crypts and tombs
Dead warriors continue to pursue as long as a skull shaped lantern is lit
A pathway lined with statues, several have spike traps. Skeletons give chase
A pit full of rolling spike monsters
A masked shut-in studies, surrounded by books. Can create illusory clones, lacks hands
A priest-hating thief who sells the belongings of his victims
A paradigm-altering vista of cosmic proportions
An undead paladin, the legendary founder of his order, attacks any trespassers
Among stalagmites, a shambling noble wields a huge scythe
A tortured witch. Her servants prey on others for the means to ease her suffering
A bunch of parasites skitter down a corridor. One is grossly incandescent
A ledge overlooks a huge hall; several of a previously encountered 'boss' monsters loiter about
A deformed giant guards his sister's tomb from grave robbers
A petrified monster made from multiple giant insects animates when someone nears
A pathway lined with gargoyles. Some are fire-breathing demons
A tentacle monster eats weapons outside an exotic style shrine
A bridge back to safety guarded by a living statue
A flustered warrior offering to clear the path ahead out of gratitude
A tangle of writhing roots contain a straining elemental of fire
Wednesday, August 18, 2021
welcome to ossic county
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Alex Colville |
TRAIN
Conductor Hennifer - grumpy, whistle (warning travelers away from Shekel)
Gregor Volkov - mute, carries carved walking stick, in TM Gang (playing chess with…)
Hugard - tall, smug, TM Gang (singing Kate Bush songs to himself)
Jess Brenkow - independent, overalls (polishing rifle parts, joining Ossic Mining as a deputy)
Fassifer Pols - fop, perfumer (looking for new scents, meeting trappers)
Leonore Samarkand - reserved, guilty (knitting, looking out window, fleeing from an accident)
SHEKEL STATION
Conductor Hennifer again - grumpy, whistle (hurrying everyone off of the platform so she can leave)
Rustup Whelk - wealthy, earnest (waiting with flowers for Leonore Samarkand to disembark)
Jaki - pet cobra, leery (stroking pet cobra and waiting for Hugard to take her to meet Terrence Mito gang)
Krader Maize - afraid, skitterish (sneaking silver nuggets, fleeing from ghosts by the old mine entrance)
Secretariat Zhakah - veiled, stern (taking notes on town’s flaws on clipboard, travelling back to Ossic Mining HQ)
Lefty Baird - scrawny, charming (selling this week’s Ossic County Omen for 50¢)
SILVER DOLLAR HOTEL
“Skinny Step” Huber - high-strung, talented saxophonist (demanding Caruthers do something about the bees in the walls. It’s actually Renfro’s device)
Lemuel Caruthers - bartender, calm, eyepatch (hefting beer barrel)Zedediah - goatee, quiet (debating the nature of spirits) with
He-Who-Swims - stern, (examining Ossic County Omen)Giles Cuneiform - middle-aged, jolly (bargaining over machine parts) with
Renfro - short, impatient (doodling a schematic on a napkin)White Spear - embroidered beads, spectacled (reading Faire Wood Withering)
Ophelia Hennifer - innocent, long braid (propositioning)
Deborah Barnes - armed, disillusioned (becoming more and more vocally annoyed)Grint Visper - shifty, unseasonably bundled (carrying $2000 in cash beneath long coat, waiting for meetup with Terrence Mito gang tomorrow)
OSSIC COUNTY OMEN
WHAT GHOSTS? Sheriff dismisses haunting claims
Evan Dunderling Scandal
Rev. Nathy Carn Cole warns of locusts
Tracks to be built to Desacado, says Company
Whiskey Short After Smash at Yves Still
UNNATURAL BONES: Dry spell reveals unusual fossils in Lake Donahey
Saturday, September 12, 2020
blatant appropriation - as - worldbuilding
Now after the second sun was complete and giants were all gone, the world was all dark. The devils in hell lacked in souls to punish and so they conspired. “If men’s dark dealings are illuminated they will be driven further to sin. We will have our fill of evil souls to feast upon!”
And so they gathered all the flames of the ten hells to go out over the earth, so there would never be a time of darkness and all men’s shameful deeds would be clearly seen.
This worked for a time, and many souls hid from the terrible heat by fleeing to the newly cooled hells, but eventually they became fewer once more. You see, shrewd and wicked men reasoned that their deeds would only condemn them if they died and faced judgement. They resolved never to die, but to live off the bounteous crops granted by the fertile soil and the ten warming flames.
The devils were furious when they learned they had been outwitted by men. They bid all ten flames to burn hotter in the sky, to reduce crops to ash and desert and to melt the frozen lands.
Now in those days there was a proud archer of the jaguar tribe who boasted far and wide of his great skill. “No man can place a target that I cannot strike,” he said. His king heard this, sweating in his palace and considered how to humiliate this arrogant man. He brought the archer, who was named Imix, before him.
“I have heard many stories of your precision in war and sport, and your great boasts,” said the king. “Now is your chance to prove it. There are some birds circling above my palace. They seek to steal the cold water that I hold in my cenote. If I blindfold you and you are yet able to strike one with your arrow, you may take a drink.”
The king did not tell Imix that the birds were the devils’ flames; great fire birds that shone as they circled the burnt lands. In this way he hoped that even if Imix were to succeed the devils would kill him and he would not have to give him any reward.
The archer agreed and was blinded. Taking up his bow, he drew back an arrow and released it toward the sound of beating wings (and towards the heat on his face). Everyone watching gasped, saying, “impossible!” When Imix removed his blindfold, he saw the arrow had struck true - piercing two birds at once!
A cool breeze was felt from that part of the sky. Quickly, the archer felled three more of the birds. Clouds began to form as he fired, and rain fell on him as he killed four more. The last one fled in panic to tell the devils.
When they heard of this, the devils roared and screamed with rage over their schemes being foiled. Nine of their fires were gone from the sky, so they instructed the last fire bird to fly higher and higher to evade the arrows of the archer Imix.
The grateful men of the land lifted the archer high above their heads and seated him on the highest throne, declaring him their worthy king. Imix ruled the undying men of the land for a long age until the later days when he set out to kill the cold devils that continued to menace his kingdom.
The old king fled to the mountains, taking some of his warriors with him. They shiver in the cold and yearn for flight, searching the land for the fallen firebirds.
The devils in their cold underworld seek souls, and repayment for their lost flames - their fallen suns, and the undying jaguar men.