Monster
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Wait, WAIT…hold up. Shower thought. Is Adabra Gwynn a hag? No really, humor me here. She’s a human commoner who lives by herself in the shadow of the Sword Mountains, five miles south of Phandalin where a young white dragon has sent the locals into a panic. There are also manticores, roaming bands of orcs, ogres,…
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A homebrewed creation to accompany yesterday’s flash fiction. I come across some really cool fantasy art on Pinterest, and like to use them as writing prompts or food for thought for encounters. Unfortunately, I don’t know who the artist for this one is, but its gorgeous and inspiring. Definitely going into my random encounter table…
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Galloping hooves pound the sodden earth as a rider races west along the Triboar Trail in a deluge of rain. If the party has horses, the rider will halt and inquire about trading his tired steed for a fresher mount, offering an additional 10 gp in the exchange. The rider will not speak of his…
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In yesterday’s post, I discussed how a monster that trades secret and forbidden lore in exchange for magical treasure should have a decent magic treasure hoard. Based on the Nothic’s treasure chest stashed in Tresendar Manor’s crevasse, you’d never get the sense that this particular Nothic desired such things. Since I enjoy playing with seldom…
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As I mentioned in yesterday’s musings, it’s expensive AF to keep the lights on below Tresendar Manor. With the crevasse being the largest area of the dungeon, I would have the lighting strategically positioned by the rope bridges, so employees of Glasstaff LLC can find their way to the crossing safely, and avoid falling down…
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Continuing with yesterday’s musing that wizards who become friendly with one another probably gift each other weird shit, I think it would be on-brand for Nezznar, a native of the world below, to gift wrap a token of the underdark, slap a bow on it, and hand it to his pal from the world above,…
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Wait, WAIT…hold up. Let me get this straight: the characters are about to explore the cellar of an ancient ruined manor where: It’s times like this I wish I wore glasses, just so I could take them off, rub the bridge of my nose for a long, dramatic pause before looking to the game designers and…
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From the introduction of Lost Mine of Phandelver, under the background section: “A powerful force of orcs reinforced by evil mercenary wizards attacked Wave Echo Cave to seize its riches and magic treasures. Human wizards fought alongside their dwarf and gnome allies to defend the Forge of Spells, and the ensuing spell battle destroyed much…
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It has always struck me as odd that Cragmaw goblins, named so for the tribal custom of honing their teeth into sharp craggy points, do not have a bite attack. Let’s fix that, and throw some tactics into the mix for funsies. If you had the same thought, I like the cut of your jib.…