Cragmaw Hideout
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Yesterday morning, I was drinking my coffee and prepping for next week’s D&D sesh when I realized my crawling claws needed a bite attack – inspiration brought about by the Santa Cruz “Screaming Hand” on my coffee mug. But where to insert this into my Along the Triboar Trail game that I run for my…
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How would you feel about your 5 year-old child riding your Pyrenees around the neighborhood? I mean, with the largest of the breed weighing in at 160 pounds, sure, the dog could probably tolerate your 40-45 pound child climbing onto its back for a minute or two while you nervously glance over your shoulder to…
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When meeting Sildar Hallwinter for the first time, he’s full of clues for the adventurers to chase down (if they care to chase them down). But there’s little with regard to a narrative of the fateful event that led to his capture (and the capture of Gundren Rockseeker), setting the Black Spider’s plan into motion.…
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Darvin gazed blankly at the sword in his trembling hands. The tip was sheered off. Its blade was badly notched and the steel was spotted with rust. But it was a sword. How many seasons had he toiled in the fields, filling the tedious hours with dreams of adventures where there was always a blade…