Greetings. This is the first entry in what will become an account of my experience in building upon the world I created late last year. My goal is to document my ideas, dilemmas, roadblocks and inspirations as I develop something I wish to someday see published. Whether that goal comes to fruition is not my main focus today, but rather the experience itself so that I may use this as a learning experience and a chance to exercise my creative powers.
As I said I created my world late
Updated 07-28-2009 at 08:39 AM by Doom Crow
(Continued from Day One)
After knocking on the door, we were eventually greeted by a man named Birch. In addition to being the caretaker of the lighthouse, he was a cleric of some goddess who's name I can't recall, but who I believe was popular among witches. At first he did not seem very eager to help us. That was until we described the nature of our arrival on the peninsula. Then he invited us in to stay for the night and gave us all something to eat. He also gave Midnight a place
Updated 07-03-2009 at 08:06 PM by Arkhemedes
So Saturday I ran my current game: Curse of the Crimson Throne, using the Pathfinder Beta rule set. The player of the priest couldn't make it as he had an emergency call to Long Island for work, thus it was me and the girls, all four of them.
Now don't get me wrong. Women and gaming are not total opposites. In fact these girls came with their A-game. They came they saw and they viciously beat down the enemies with a sadistic professionalism that would make some people balk.
I didn't know Obsidianportal existed till today when I got the email that our site "allied" to them. Fortunate for me, I checked it out and found a really cool tool to all of us dms out there. Basically the site is a wiki of sorts that manages the information we type into it...I've messed around with it and here's mine only an hour.
Also, you might have noticed if you followed that link that I'm closing up my Ravenloft
It has been awhile since I went back to my Sandbox game, but today I will jump back into the fray.
When I last left off I was finishing the Continent of the Vos. Now I will be trailing North West across the Bjornhold sea to a place that many didn't like to travel. The Esurdians called it the Darklands. It was a place of barbarity and primeval horrors. This was the home of the barbarian Minotaurs and their Beholder masters. There was also a population of savage humans who worshiped dark