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Because we are discussing the subject of pronunciation and I don't want to start a new thread, I have this serious question: The word "archangel" is pronounced "ark angel." Therefore should we call archfey "arch fey" ("arch" pronounced like the architectural feature) or more properly "ark fey?"...

Something that struck me during a recent reread of the GDQ modules is that Gygax presents drow clerics who are male, whereas Salvatore and Greenwood restrict the priesthood of Menzoberranzan to females only. Overall Gygax's Erelhei-Cinlu hews closer to chaotic evil in tone, suggesting a brutal...

In my campaign... Orcs are millenarianist Luddites who perceive any aspect of civilization as degeneracy and trespass. Led by druids who venerate nature deities in their most zealous and destructive aspects, gods such as Hurakan (floods and unrestrained fury), Joramy (fire, volcanoes, and...

I didn't respond in the Do You OSR thread but I might as well here: A big reason why I've begun exploring OSR games is because I wanted to find relief from the massive burden that 5e puts on the DM, especially with bookkeeping -- doing most of the rolling, keeping track of damage dealt and NPC...

Burn Tokwith curses in frustration, his machete nearly useless against the carapace of the devil crab. Suddenly he recalls the pistol and shot recovered from the other camp. That might make a more effective claw cracker than his machete. He races to find the pistol and load it. ((IIRC it...

((Did we bring back these supplies? This post was lost in the shuffle after my failed attempt to heal from rum. I don't think any of us explicitly said we took them.))

Burn Tokwith slashes with his machete but it bounces harmlessly off the monster's carapace. Wary of its venom, Tokwith leaps away from its snapping claws in the nick of time.

Burn Tokwith stares aghast at the scene of crab-on-cabin-boy violence. "I'm not the cannibal -- you're the cannibal," he yells at the monstrous shellfish. Drawing his machete, Tokwith leaps at the colossal crustacean, mouth already watering at the crab boil to come.

Burn Tokwith lurches upward from the sandy spot where he collapsed upon their return from the northern camp, muscles exhausted and stomach sick and empty. He spots Calvin huddled over the screaming Knives. Cannibalism! Clearly Calvin's hunger had overtaken his reason and the poor boy was about...

I look forward to your prequel trilogy about a time-tossed group of heroes attempting to prevent the apocalypse. Make sure to throw in some minotaurs, people love those.

I love this perspective. Personally I hate the Greyhawk Wars because to me, the 1970s/80s Cold War tension of the setting is instrumental to its atmosphere and the Wars p*ssed all that away. So in my variant timeline the Wars never happened, nor will they ever happen.

((I didn't realize the rum was contained in individual doses -- I thought it was in one big barrel. If Tokwith has a bottle then he will drink one dose. Toughness test vs DR8 = rolled a 5 -1 = 4 so FAIL.)) Suddenly remembering the bottle he brought with him from the wreck site, Burn Tokwith...

Thank you to @CleverNickName for organizing the contest and offering the prizes! Also thank you to all who entered and/or voted. This was the first year I submitted but I really enjoy reading the entries every year.

Nafas has granted your wish. From “Part Dragon, All Hero,” an article in Dragon Magazine 206 (June 1994) by Carl Sargent about using half-dragon characters from Council of Wyrms in other game worlds: “Oerth is a more cosmopolitan setting than many, its peoples long accustomed to magical...

Burn Tokwith smacks his lips, regretful he brought no rum on their march. A good jot would be just the thing to revitalize his spirits after the long slog across the island. He searches the barrel and the crate in the hope their contents might slake his thirst.

As the scouting party returns and describes the local geography, Burn Tokwith sketches a map in the sand with a scrap of wood. "Perhaps there's something worth a penny or three at the old camp. Maybe we should investigate that, shipmates? Our fine pleasure boat is nearly ready for her maiden...

I present -- Isla Calabaza.