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I've been playing and GMing on and off for decades. B/X, AD&D1e, 2e, 3-3.5e, Pathfinder 1e. Also Gamma World, Star Frontiers, Top Secret/SI, Cyberpunk and 2020, TORG, the list goes on. However, I haven't played much for the most recent decade. Lately I've been picking up on what I've been...

Wawaate appears lost in thought. More questions cross his brow, or what you can see of it under his makeup, but he remains quiet regarding his concerns. "In any case, I am here to... understand what it means to live here. I will take the job. I will worry about finding a way home later. I...

"I am Wawaate. Thank you, I had not heard a name for this place. Can you tell me what season this is?"

The feathered warrior shrugs. "The Winter Court is only where I thought I arrived in when I came here. I was buried in an avalanche. I thought I had died. But here I am, very much alive, and this is no Winter Court." Turning to address everyone at the table, he adds, "When I arrived, I did not...

The painted warrior listens to the dwarf. Satisfied to see the orphan leave with a reward, he comes over and sits at the table. His face is painted in white, black, and red in an exaggerated frown. He wears an elaborate tabard in geometric designs in blue and red beads, small tube-like shells...

Why, what does Shadowdark do?

I feel that the system doesn't do a good job of tracking supplies. It's not specifically tied to a concrete development, not much more than "You can't see" or "you're hungry." To fix that, I like Darkest Dungeon. The light level slowly lowers. Make actions lower the light level over time, and...

The true upshot of this is how D&D moved away from exploration-based mechanics in favor of combat-based mechanics. Tracking inventory, paying attention to things like encounter distance, and, essentially, applying wargame tactics to the exploration of a dungeon were what the early game was much...

Wawaate beams. "Come with me," he replies to the waif, "you deserve your reward for connecting us." He then ascends the stairs and goes through the door.

Wawaate considered his fate. It was clear that he would not make it back to the temple in time to complete the initiation--if the temple still existed by the time he returned. He had been flung far past everything he had ever known by the avalanche... It wasn't a dragon that sent him here, it...

Okay, so I've never played in Sigil before. It's great for Wawaate because he (like me) has no idea what everyone around him is saying. But when it's a question of descriptions, it falls flat. I have no idea what "the Hive’s tangled veins" is. So far, I've assumed that where I'm standing...

Everyone's language still washed over Wawaate like the wind, gone just as quickly as it arrived. He looked at the waif, remembering her playing in the avalanche a moment earlier. At the very least, it was clear that he had defused the situation with the thugs, and he would need this reputation...

Wawaate watched his would-be mugger carefully. It was clear to him that a show of force was necessary, but that it had to be done in a careful manner. Don't invite everyone to attack, make it look like they're poking a beast they don't need to. Like a sleeping dragon. They already decided he...

Wawaate regarded this odd welcome curiously. He could only understand about half of what they had to say, but what was clear, for now, was that this was not the Winter Court, and that he was still alive. But maybe not for long, if he's not careful. These new folk clearly did not respect...

Wawaate rises. He stares at his gloved hands, at the feather he clutches. He thinks about the welcome he expected to receive. Of all the things he had been taught, of all the things he believe, he would never have imagined... this. There are so many people. They look nothing like his nation...

Wawaate starts his journey back to the temple, ready to cross the lake again, trusting it to be better to be out in the open and exposed to the chill.

Wawaate considered his instructions. Do not wake the sleeping dragon. As much as taking a fresh feather would be good, that is not the instruction. He spends a bit more time sitting in the chamber with the sleeper, listening to the dragon's breathing as he seeks an intact molten feather, and...

Wawaate presses on. He knows what he must do.

Wawaate first checks both paths for the continued markers. He views the two paths as different tests. The first is one of trust, trust that the Winter will hold the lake firm to cross. The second is one of patience, wondering if he believes he will be able to successfully navigate his own way...