“Did’ja hear? We ‘ave a real princess in town! An’ she’s got a real regal build too, if’n you know what I mean! An’ ‘er barrister just tol’ me that I might just ‘ave what she’s lookin’ for in a man!
Thing’s are finally lookin’ up fer Young Bob ‘ere, tell ya what… I always knew I’d become king someday!”
This piece is based on a rather unfortunate round of Sailors on the Starless Sea. We had a force majeure session cancellation a while back, which resulted in only two players present at the table, and instead of our regular hijinks, I ran Sailors for two of my regulars. This encounter is based on the last two adventurers to die that night, as I took a shining to their dynamic before their untimely demise.
The article below is a short encounter to be as a snack between adventures or as inspiration for whatever longer plotlines Judge’s care to develop. In contains the stats and details for Barrister Robyrnas Stringer, Princess Tamina the Voluptuos, and a chaos djinn.
DCC interlude – The Princess and the Barrister
“He just wandered into town one cool, clear night. Pointed up at the stars and insisted there was a fascinating phenomenon to be seen, if only we would extinguish every torch in a furlong’s radius, which we politely declined.
He had two halfling girl-children in tow, cute as can be, but the older one, don’t cross her or she’ll put a hex on you. We offered to feed him and he accepted, but he turned his nose up at everything but meat and greens, and said he labored under some sort of a vegetable-and-milk-curse, as if that excused the offense.”
Andrew Sternick – DCC RPG Judge and enthusiast
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“The life of the common folk of the north is everywhere similar due to the simple imperative of survival through the bitter winter. Loptir offers succor to his followers, warmth and comfort to all who are in need.” Continue reading “Loptir, Lord of Flame”
Mosquitoes. Swarms of them.
In fact, this deep in the bog it was impossible to take as much as a single breath without accidentally swallowing a few of them. Their buzzing was so constant that one could hear it in the short periods of silence and even now, as Aghir and Gylas were gazing upon the slowly bubbling mud in dismay, hundreds of those little bastards were crawling under their armors and helmets.
They had tracked the troll for three days now, Sir Wyheart and his two squires. Three days of wading in waist-deep waters and sleeping in the few dry spots they could find. Three days of poorly dried rations and hopeful talks about the treasure the beast had allegedly hidden in its lair.
All of that just to have the troll lunging from the swamp and dragging poor Sir Wyheart under the crimson mud in a blink of an eye.
“I hope, it doesn’t come back” said Gylas, gripping his spear.
“They always do”, answered Aghir. Continue reading “The Red Swamp”
“Bound to his throne of skulls
Lord of the barren Void
Death is eternal
Life is a mirage” Continue reading “Ahriman, Lord of Death”
“Worlds exist, this we know. And between them, something else.
A non-space, limitless and incomprehensible. Not a dimension, but the lack of it.
In that unfathomable realm, things float. And watch. And wait.”
This weeks article is a double whammy: an eldritch, existential, ectoplasmic patron from beyond, and a magic item to introduce it to your adventures. Continue reading “A Thing from the Between-Spaces”