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LIEF descends the hill as the gnolls ascend it, giving them a wide berth, hoping their attention stays focused on Vorn. As he goes, he keeps his eyes off that looming black shape. Nothing about it makes sense to him. There's a natural order to the world, and to the worlds beyond. Where does...

LIEF scans the gnolls out of habit, looking for anything he can exploit in a surprise attack. He sees the fetishes dangling from their necks and weapons—rough-hewn faces of some spirit or god, but definitely faces. Ram's faces. Something isn't lining up here. Gnolls are typically demon...

Seeing as this game has all the hallmarks of a "comedy" game, it's going to take a ton of praise from incredibly smart people for me to look into it at all. It seems like it's just about weaponizing puns, which, no thank you!

Point of order: FATE totally has HP. It just calls them Stress. Those aren't the only consequence, but they're a pretty major one, with Stress broken up into Mental and Physical boxes, which are based on you Skills (and sometimes Stunts).

LIEF waves his hands at the stag. "No!" he says in Primordial. But he knows it's pointless—he's already moving. He crouches, feeling the ache in his legs, and vaults up the slope. He lands next to Starn and grabs his shoulder, wheeling him around roughly. "There!" he yells, pointing at the...

LIEF moves to the horse, stepping fast but light, and speaks in Primordial. "Please! Please. Get a hold of yourself. This moronic old thing can't hurt you. You can hurt him, anytime you want. Have some self-respect. He fears you, not the other way around, wouldn't you agree?" He grabs Hat...

The...ludologist? The mind reels. Yes, the word can be looked up, even defined. But truly comprehended as something used without irony? I dare say: No.

As the children pack up what little they can salvage, Nyx approaches Vorn. He's the least unsettling of this crew of supposed saviors—or at least seems the most stable. "The Raven's Roost Bandits are going to come like vultures for what we—" she resists the urge to roll her eyes, "you know...

LIEF listens to Nyx. Behind the bluster, he can tell—still a child. Abandoned and bereft. He smells the acrid bite of fear, but her voice is hollow, like a baby calling from down a well. He sees her and the rest of the child bandits for what they are: corpses to be, dead kids walking, more...

LIEF, still in the shadows, pulls his thieves' tools and gets to work. He moves quickly, looking to Starn, than tracing an imaginary line around the perimeter, and finally nearer to the shifter. He sees a speck of moonlight quivering low to the ground. Lief pinches the wire a gloved hand, and...

Good point about not having access to those other classes, though I'm also not into Spire's published adventures, so the large amount of real estate in Strata and that are devoted to those make them a lot less of a must-have for me. The tools in Magister's, on the other hand, let you do more of...

Really disagree—the Magister's Guide not only has more advances for every class (including Low advances that you could start with), but the Safehouse and Acquisition rules, which you should totally have access to from the beginning, and that make the overall game much more interesting and...

LIEF realizes there’s no time to waste reasoning with this child. In one smooth motion he pulls, loads, and whips his sling at the crossbow, knocking it out of the child’s frail hands. The boy tries to scream but can only manage a thin whimper, clutching his bear to him. Lief stows the sling...

As Vorn explains that he is going to track the blood trail and have us hold at our current location, STARN digs into his pack and removes some materials, then spreads his groundcloth, opens his spell book, and says "Hang on a few minutes, Vorn, and I will enchant us all, so that we are less easy...

LIEF zeroes in on the man as he's strung up, trying to cut through the panic and find some truth in what appear to be his last moments. Did he really have nothing to do with the ambush? Would he really say otherwise, if he did? The shifter blocks out the noise and frantic energy crackling...

Do you like having food to eat, and often do things that you don't necessarily love to make that happen? So does Kobold Press, and everyone else who isn't independently wealthy.

LIEF peers at Lord Warden Faren, his head cocking and eyes narrowing as he draws a deep breath. Is that fear in the air? Is this man another gods-damn traitor in our midst? Or worse, a coward, unwilling to stand and die against Kamroth's forces in a hard-fought battle? Lief watches the steady...

Lady Markelhay answers a knock at her study door. Loremaster Seekingstone shuffles in, followed closely LIEF, granting the older man the dignity of not being manhandled, but remaining in his personal space, claws bared and ready to drive into his spine at the first sign of arcane mumbling or...

LIEF starts coughing, stumbling red-faced into the room as he hacks and wheezes, clutching his throat. Did the sorcerer's ritual work too well? The shifter's eyes are wide and bloodshot, staring in horror at Seekingstone, he tumbles to the floor... and takes that momentum into a sudden roll...

That art looks awfully AI...