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**** “Now what?” Fyrehowl shook her head as she peered up into the void that stretched between the slopes of the Furnace and the drifting, tidally locked moon high above. “Now we go the long way up and try not to get spotted.” The lupinal and then the others collectively turned to glance at...

Toras rolled his eyes and took a long, preemptive swig from his mug. “Another invitation from esteemed and oh so mortal, Material Plane dwelling associate, Lord Abat?” Florian asked, mirroring Toras’s motion a split second after asking her question. They all knew the answer to the question...

I lurk. I won't say it's a bad idea, but I wouldn't do it myself. Though admittedly I've been playing almost entirely within the Pathfinder cosmology for years upon years now (as I've written a good chunk of it) and I haven't been enthusiastic about how WotC has handled the planes in 5e.

The Oinoloth returned to the summit of Khin-Oin heralded with a snarling eruption of black fire and the sound of a chorus of wailing voices, an atypical presentation for a teleportation spell for certain, but one that reflected the archfiend’s mood after his encounter with the Architect...

Oh you have precious little idea how -DELIGHTED- it made me to see your post and your speculation on the storyhour's metaplot. I absolutely eat this sort of thing up! :D I'm never going to publicly answer such speculation, and to my recollection nobody has yet been absolutely spot on correct...

I miss you all as well, and I'm writing as we speak today since I have the holiday off. My past year has just been the perfect storm of busy, between working full time as a pharmacist mid-pandemic, having an hour and a half daily commute, the occasional freelance project, and running a weekly...

Between periodic freelancing and working as a retail pharmacist with a decent daily drive on top of my hours, I've been terribly preoccupied. I'll do my best to drop an update here in the next two weeks. <3

Oh yes, I had the opportunity to detail yugoloths for Kobold Press's Midgard setting in their Warlock zine. I had fun doing a 'redesign NE fiends from the ground up' for a second time :) Only the name yugoloth was available to use, not any of the prior proper D&D names for 'loth subtypes, so I...

Oh, it will absolutely continue. But working as a pharmacist, in retail pharmacy, during a pandemic, has me pulling 50-60 hour weeks at times and I'm virtually unable to do any creative work, for myself or otherwise at the moment. Blarg. :/

All is well, I'm just super busy with starting a new job and getting licensed for said job (pharmacist).

The following day, Tristol opened his eyes to find Nisha still there at his side, looking down at him with a smile. “How are you?” Nisha asked, reaching out to stroke the wizard’s forehead. “We did something terrible.” He looked away, unable to meet her stare. “And I feel even guiltier about...

CONTENT WARNING: This is rough. This scene and the previous one made some of my players cry. This content is rough. So please, please be aware that it will be straight up horror material with torture and dismemberment, and implied of the same towards minors. They departed with the three...

This was literally my first solo campaign that I ran, and so no, we didn't discuss anything beforehand, so the emotional suckerpunch and surprise was in real time with no out of game discussion. I would take a much more careful hand nowadays. But at the time it was a case of my players trusting...

[Content Warning: This scene and scenes in the next update made my players cry. Please read with forewarning of implied death of children.] Hours passed as they walked along the tree as the vial directed with its insistent, magnetic pull towards some distant goal, sometimes walking along or...

The bladesinger cradled the vial in his hands, watching what seemed to be liquid starlight held within shift and flow with the motions of his hands turning it. It was syrupy, whatever it was, a consistency thicker than water or wine, with the slightest amount of viscosity. The light it shed...

They started taking notes quite early on. I want to say multiple players were jotting things down by the time they saw Factol Nilesia (seemingly) being flayed by Her Serenity. I still have one player's notes as an adjunct to my own for writing the storyhour.

We will come back to the Upper Plane's role in all of this, and why very pointedly it seems like they've been vacuously absent from fighting back even in the face of a layer of Elysium being ripped out, debased, and stolen. Very little in the campaign was ever a true red herring that didn't tie...

Honestly at the time it wasn't to the best of my recollection. I was aiming for a general emotional sucker punch to absolutely emphasize just how much of an abomination the baern were, and it worked. It absolutely focused the PCs on getting righteous revenge in the long-game as the campaign...

“His price?” Toras whispered to the others with suspicion, with Clueless and Fyrehowl nodding angrily. The Lie Weaver had spoken nothing about any price, only that they would find answers to Tristol’s questions where they now stood. Softly snickering at the thoughts passing between his guests...

"So eager to meet me you seem to be... so be it."