Saturday, May 2, 2020
Thursday, April 16, 2020
The sword is currently entombed in a chest in a cavern hidden beneath a waterfall guarded by monsters and traps. There aren't really too many of either because really, the sword itself is its own best defense.
Valentoric can be likely to choose anyone, from any experience level, race, etc... as its bearer, as long as they meet its basic conditions that the potential bearer be a Ranger and be found worthy to wield it.
The sword has a "Keeper", a Druid, selected to collect the sword upon a bearers death (or rejection) and return it to the cavern beneath the falls. The Keeper is not so much a guardian as it is the caretaker of the sword when it is without a bearer and its historian. The Keeper has an apprentice that is trained to take over upon their own death.
There is always one Keeper in the cavern and one apprentice. Neither will fight to defend the sword. They will allow each would be bearer to make the attempt, providing warnings and information as necessary. Only the Keeper is allowed to hold or carry the sword to clean it and place it back in its resting place but can never wield it as a weapon.
Devils are Lawful Evil. They are all about concentration of power and "the deal". They want more creatures under their control and consider themselves top tier chess masters. They LOVE to think they can outsmart or swindle their way into anything.
They'll use every dirty trick and back stab available to them but because they do put so much stock into playing by rules, they must honor the outcomes whether they like it or not and they almost never like getting bested or outmaneuvered.
Demons are Chaotic Evil. They couldn't care less about rules. They are all about fear and intimidation. They can't help but show off and grandstand if it will scare the shit out of their victims even more.
To beat a devil, especially the higher devils, its about being able to outwit them. Some would say the only intelligent way to beat a Devil at a game is not to play the game in the first place. Always a wise decision. But sometimes, Devils get one playing without one realizing it. Thats when wit and craftiness are your best and usually only hope. Except maybe for divine interference.
The main way to beat a demon is to have a stronger will and determination than they do. They have a relatively low force of will reflected by a low to mid range Charisma score. PC's with higher Charisma scores and have something to back themselves up in terms of being a credible threat to a demon can banish them
Demons are impatient and get riled up easily. Devils tend to be aloof and always wearing a poker face.
When, as the DM, I play a Devil or Demon NPC, I think of those traits and try to role play as close as possible to them. Obviously each Devil or Demon has its own personality that encompasses these traits to greater or lesser degrees. For example, Asmodeus will be a much different character than Beelzebub.
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Personally, I prefer playing as a chess piece myself. I find it more challenging and more fun. I know that many, if not most, people prefer playing as an avatar. This seems especially more prevalent when starting out as a new player.
Just from observation, I notice that most players, playing for fun, play as an avatar in a sandbox game that allows for more free choice and movement. Sandboxes are a very player centered game environment. Specific adventures seem to allow for more exploration of the "chess piece" player approach because it gives the player the opportunity to focus on achieving specific goals and objectives both individually and as a group.
My team building games are always run as specific adventure, avatar played games. These folks are paying for more than a fun, "get away" game. This is as much training and education as it is (hopefully) exciting.
I always have clients start with character creation because it gives them the opportunity to build their back story and build something of themselves personally into the player character.
There is usually a brief sandbox session right off to allow the players to explore their capabilities and the game world parameters they must operate in. Then the specific adventure session follows. I custom write a session for each client group to meet the skill building objectives they want to focus on.
I've had players in client groups try to play chess piece style while the others play avatar style and if anyone walks away from the experience saying they didn't get much out of the experience, it is those players. Avatar style playing allows for more personal investment in the player character and the game. Not making that investment, the player takes little away from it as well. It truly is a "you get out of it what you put into it" situation.
I will take client groups of people in management positions into games in "chess piece" mode. This serves their training purposes better. Their goals are usually focused on resource allocation and management. "Chess piece" style is very appropriate to that objective. This as well as group strategizing, goal setting and setting group S.O.P.
I do very little gaming outside of client based games anymore. If I do, I'd like to do so as a player. Not an easy task for me in my area. Like I said earlier, my preferred personal playing style is is "chess piece". I like to take my own created characters and explore the potentialities to their extremes.
However, I get just as much fun taking a random pre-gen and just making the most of it. Winning is important in my gaming. Overcoming obstacles, being the first or best or having the highest score is the whole point of playing any game for me.
Which style do I find myself winning with more often? To be honest, I'd say in avatar style. Perhaps that's a bit of an easy win for me though with my having so much experience and familiarity with the game as a DM. However, in "chess piece" style, I can focus more on learning and experimenting with abilities and skills relating to class or race capabilities. In the long run, I improve over time at playing a given class, race, etc... regardless of dice determined abilities and increase my opportunities to win no matter the character type.
No matter what your preferred style is, you should be having fun. Otherwise you're doing it wrong.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Most of the time, it's not hard to get that the DM is playing counter to the players. I get that. At the same time though, I disagree with doing that. I don't see it as the DM's place to be the opponent to the players pc's.
We as DM's have multiple roles in the game. We prepare the game session/adventure and tell the story. We are also the referee during the game. We determine what is within the rules of the game for players, the pc's and the obstacles built into the game.
It is there that I make the distinction that the DM is not the opponent to the players. The DM at that point is there to be as objective and impartial as a referee, even while rolling dice to find out what the monster does in random result situations.
One of the DM tasks in game time is to make sure it keeps moving along. Something easier done by being objective and impartial. If the DM is wanting to move the game in such a direction as to change the outcome (dramatically) they are not going to keep the game apace. That's not my style.
Once I write, create and otherwise prepare the game, it's on it's own. During gametime I am the narrator and referee. If I've done my job at game prep right, the monsters and npc's all have their personalities established and all I need to do as storyteller is to step into that character to see how they will go about the interaction according to the pre-established identity and randomness accordingly.
The players come to the table to play the game. In so doing they represent their own interests and intent to play and succeed, win in other words. We play games to win. So the players are there to compete against the game itself and the other players, NOT the DM.
In the way I see it, the players can win by accomplishing the objectives successfully and by getting more points than the other players for outstanding gameplay. The game can also win by basically having stymied the players efforts to succeed. As the referee, I have to stand back and let things take their course impartially.
Friday, May 19, 2017
As he opened the door, the bell tinkled spiritedly to announce his presence to the shopkeeper who was undoubtedly puttering about somewhere among the vast and many cases and cabinets in which new items were always being added but seldom seemed to leave.
Doc looked toward the front counter and observed a young man standing up to look at him, he walked to the counter. "How may I help you today Sir", the young man said very loudly. Doc chuckled inwardly at this. He knew the volume was meant to let the actual shopkeep know a customer had arrived.
A rustling sound could be heard immediately at that and somewhere from the left side of the counter, amid a number of boxes a deep voice could be heard loudly profaning any number of things sacred and common as a stack of heavy looking books fell off of a shelf suddenly into an open crate. The voice seemed to come out of the crate.
A large hairy head erupted from beneath the pile of books in the crate still muttering imprecations having to do with the young man at the counter's parentage. The dwarf was still sputtering when his eyes at last fell upon Doc standing at the counter.
Having a reddish gold lion's mane complimented by an extremely long and braided beard of the same color, the stocky dwarf hauled himself out of the crate and began stomping toward Doc as he tried very hard not to laugh.
With a sidelong glance at the youth, the dwarf stood in front of the grey-brown curly, short haired Doc. Who even at his humanly average height and build seemed to tower over the dwarf. "Welcome good sirrah, and what manner of knowledge would he be seekin today from the oldest inhabitant and business in all of New Edinburgh?"
He wasn't lying either. At two hundred and sixty years old, no one had been in town longer than Magnus the Elder. Truth be told, supposedly his family had been part of New Edinburgh since before the turning time. If that were true though, and there were many skeptics, that would mean there was human in the bloodline of Magnus though he would never admit to it.
Doc himself only occasionally was able to come visit his old friend on rare occasions due his job requiring that he travel so extensively. It was always a rare pleasure to stand in this place which exuded a sense of being out of place and time. A very peaceful place which Magnus worked very hard to maintain.
"I come seeking the wisdom of our forefathers." Doc began the coded message. "Such wisdom lies within your own constitution and determination to seek the truth", Magnus continued. The contact established, Doc began the next part of the interaction. "If only I could speak with those forefathers once again and have their counsel, what great things I might achieve."
Magnus nodded knowingly at Doc, then finished with, "The words they leave us with in books can be much the same as talking with them in person if one is patient." At that, Magnus slightly nodded in the direction of the young man.
'So the youth is not an Initiate', Doc realized. He understood he would have to wait a moment until Magnus could send the young man away before he could send the message to the guild President. Magnus could be heard giving the young man instructions to go out of the shop for awhile to perform a particular task that suddenly needed to be done immediately.
Magnus then pretended to busy himself looking for a book while the assistant hurriedly prepared to leave. After a few moments, the lad was out the door like a whirlwind. "At the rate thet boyo moves, we'll have plenty a time to handle her business." Doc smiled and stepped forward to grasp his diminutive friend's hand in a firm shake.
The two walked to the rear of the shop, weaving through various bookshelves until they came to a stop in front of an ornate cabinet filled with a number of small sculptures. Reaching seemingly to caress a small statue of a dog, the dwarf triggered the mechanism and the large cabinet swung inward to the wall revealing a hallway that led to a room at the end of it.
Stopping to admire a painting halfway down, Doc waited, distracting himself as Magnus stopped just before the doorway to the room . Standing so that he blocked the view of anyone behind him, Magnus fiddled with something for a moment, then grunted to indicate that it was safe to enter the room. Such precautions must be taken in every Society safe house.
At an enormous mahogany desk that occupied the entirety of the center of the room, the top was clear of anything. The polish and shine of the glassy top was indicative of the great care and pride the middle aged dwarf took in his care of the timeless and priceless historical items in his care.
Once again distracting himself by looking at some brick-a-brac, Doc deliberately was not watching as the dwarf approached a spot in the room behind Doc's back and diligently worked some mechanism. In just a few, short moments, Doc heard the sound of a book behind laid on the desktop and turned around.
As Magnus seated himself at the desk, he looked up at Doc and asked him for a password that Doc gave to him. The dwarf wrote the password at the top of the page in the open journal and slowly, the letters disappeared from the page.
After a couple of minutes, new words began to form on the page. He was now in contact with command. Hopefully the person he needed to come to this riverside town would be available and the guild command would approve the assignment.
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
The Mimo has dozens of tributaries and offshoots as well as receives input from other rivers stretching across the great plainslands which stretch for thousands of kilometers in all directions.
To the West lay mountains and deserts.
To the East lay gigantic lakes and a rich basin which is itself bordered by mountains and coastal plains.
To the South are swamps, marshes, all surrounded by hot and arid lands good only for grazing animals and ranching.
To the North is a vast tundra rich in arboreal forests and further bounded by vast, winter-locked open spaces.
In one large town directly alongside the Mimo River, New Edinburgh, something strange is going on.
People are changing. Literally.
In a community made up of just about every main race from human to orcs to elves, dwarves and gnomes, people have been changing into goblins seemingly overnight. Once changed, the goblins scamper off to someplace north of town.
Reports of goblin raids on villages and travelers along the Mimo River have been increasing. More interesting are how every report indicates a great deal of organization and even subjugation among the goblins, known for their genetic programming for chaos.
"Doc" is suspicious and curious. Not only are people essentially being kidnapped and changed into something else against their will and unsuspecting, once changed, they are essentially enslaved and being programmed to blind servitude. He thinks something should be done to investigate this more in-depth and stopped if possible.
Who could take up such a challenge though? It is certainly a job for more than just one person. All of his efforts to bring it to the Town Council and the Sheriff but they seem uninterested, disinclined to believe it or in complete denial of the situation. The Sheriff actually threatened to lock up the next person who dared to mention it.
Why are people changing? Where are they going to after being changed? Is someone behind the changes and the raids? Why is the Sheriff so disgruntled and the council members so apathetic?
So many questions, so few answers, so little time. At the rate things are going, nearly half the people in New Edinburgh will have been changed before another month goes by.
"Doc" has an idea of who might be able to get assistance from. He heads to the bookstore to confer with his friend the local sage.