A Field Guide to Giant Man-Apes

“Bigfoot, the Abominable Snowman, Sasquatch…these names refer to things seldom seen and often feared. Their forms and colorations are as varied as the names used to describe them. Giant creatures that often live in isolated wilderness, but sometimes come into conflict with civilization. Even when in contact they are often described with a timidity that belies creatures of their size and strength, but woe to the person who corners such a beast for they are also capable of a primal ferocity that can shake the earth.

Despite these creatures being a phenomenon the world over, they seldom crop up in conjunction with gaming. This is a real shame. The complex tapestry of legends, folklore, and tall tales that is easily available on the subject can easily be mined for rich details. They also represent something easily identifiable by the players in the general sense, while still being unknown in the specific sense.”

Bob Brinkman, “A Field Guide to Giant Man-Apes” Continue reading “A Field Guide to Giant Man-Apes”

Patron – Hidden Lord, God of Secrets

“Wizards, sorcerers and witches have an unending thirst for hidden knowledge. It is thus no surprise that the God of Secrets is willing to deal with them, offering patronage and power to those who dare to step closer to his hooded form.

Supplicants would serve well to be wary though, as Hidden Lord is himself a secret, his origins and true form a mystery to even the most knowledgeable scholars.” Continue reading “Patron – Hidden Lord, God of Secrets”

Narrimunth, Spawnmother of Rats

“‘Twas awful! The sewers, they were full of ’em! Jus’ like a roiling, furry wave! Claws and snouts, and them little beady eyes!

Me an Johnson, we ran like bats outta hell after opening that door down there. But it were of no use! The swarm jus’ caught up wiv’ us an’ ran us down. Then it turned around, like a tide turns, and carried us deep into the old parts of the sewer, where no one’s been for ages…

I don’ remember much after that. Jus’ many voices speaking to us. Many eyes. Tails knotted… I woke up in that there alley, jus’ a while ago…

Any’ow, how much fer that wheel’o’cheese? Yeah, the ripe one there. You weren’t going to throw it away were ya? The smell brought me ‘ere, sell it to me fer half price will ya? I’ve got a mighty ‘unger fer some smelly cheese, ever since I woke up. Mus’ be me nerves.” Continue reading “Narrimunth, Spawnmother of Rats”