Ragitsu

DM recycling of ideas Value of handwritten notes in old books/supplements

Uh huh. In-between the panels where Cyclops defiantly fires an optic blast and the Master of Magnetism raises an electric pink force-field, I want Magneto to expound on his Shakespearean motivation.

6. Pixies (2-8): AC 5; MV 6/12; HD 1-4 hit points; hp 3; #AT 1; Dmg 1-4 (sword) or miniature bows +4 either doing 2-5 points of damage, sleep, or memory loss; THAC0 20; SA spells: polymorph at will, create illusions, know alignment, ESP, dispel magic, and dancing lights once per day; SD naturally invisible; MR 25%; AL N; XP 35. As soon as the PCs enter into a lush part of the forest where the pixies live, one of the pixies runs off to inform Melandrach. While they wait for their companion to return, the pixies harass the party by firing sleep arrows at randomly chosen PCs. The pixies attempt a total of six shots. Any PC hit by one of these arrows who fails his saving throw vs. magic goes into a comatose state for 1-6 rounds. The pixies are invisible, but the PCs may hear them giggling. The pixies won't attempt any grievous harm unless attacked themselves. When the pixie returns with word of Melandrach's plight (see the final encounter for details), the pixies panic, cease their harassment, and fly away.

There are at least three layers to his interjection. 1. He wants to keep the meeting productive. 2. He wants to protect his friend by stopping him from digging himself deeper. 3. He has faith that Carter will handle the spat.

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Even worse, with the ease of access permitted by a wider (electronic) forum, there are non-fans with their cause-of-the-moment who..."contribute". These are folks with a passing interest in the hobby at best (even that is an extremely generous appraisal) and a knack for inflating their numbers. Folks who either cannot or will not separate fantasy from reality while they tilt at windmills and ardently attempt to convince others that they should feel guilty about chopping up orcs, gathering coin, saving princesses and whatever the **** else topic is trending in the most en vogue online article. If it's not simply a matter of individuals having precious little else to do with their time, then they are those who stand to profit - one way or another - from the faux-controversy fomented by these contrived "issues". Predictably, as it gets filtered, excessively analyzed and approved through a real-world (and frequently twenty-first century Western) anthropocentric lens, tabletop gaming gets watered down a little more in the never ending quest to traverse that boundless field of eggshells.

Nah, dude. The older I get, the more I come to realize that "fan" input is - the overwhelming majority of the time - gar-bahge.

Gameplay design by committee... Yuck.

Huh. That is a work ethic to which I can relate.

The Provender The tavern serves only turtle soup, brown bread (with garlic butter, if you wish), and spicy sausages. Everything is salty, to make you order more drink, and there's a full selection of ales, lagers, sherries, brandies, wines, and exotic drinks such as zzar and elverquisst. The Prices The meals, regardless of what is ordered, are 4 cp per serving. Drinks are by the tankard or tallglass, as follows: ale is 2 cp; stout 3 cp; mead 3 cp; zzar 7 cp; all sherries and brandies are 10 cp; fruit liqueurs are 5 cp; whiskey is 3 sp; firewine 2 gp; and elverquisst 6 gp. Viewing the images is free.

^ I was thrilled to add those to my collection. There are occasions when I swear that the zeitgeists of these original products actually emanate - subsequently positively influencing my thought process during creation - as if they were the good kind of comic-book radiation. There is no doubt that PDFs have brought much utility to our pursuit, but they lack that je ne sais quoi. Even dog-eared to all hell, a secondhand tome is invaluable because it links us to the past. That aside, folks who have been turned away from Greenwood's brainchild because of the glut of detail found in novels/supplements and because of the accompanying (unspoken?) pressure to use everything official might consider going back to basics by giving either the "grey box" (1987-1991, 1e) or the "gold box" (1993, 2e) a whirl (the former, if they abhor The Time of Troubles or the latter, if they like/accept that tumultuous period).

It is criminal that Schultz never finished that series... .

https://lamarcadeleste.com/2008/10/north-guide-to-savage-frontier.html --- If there is one thing tabletop roleplaying games (fantasy and "modern" settings, chiefly, with some science-fiction in the mix) have taught me, it is this: never underestimate the importance of a good pair of boots.

"Go get us some tava beans." -> Disaster. "Go get us some eggs." - Disaster. "Go get us a ZPM." - Disaster. By this point, you'd think the Atlantis expedition would realize that shopping locally in Pegasus is not a worthwhile endeavor; far better to pay for Daedalus Delivery...even if the wait times can be bothersome.

Bentley and Gellana run a safe and secure inn, with weapons checked at the door and wizards left thumbs peace-bonded to their belts. In addition, several of Bentleys curvaceous human bar wenches are said to be iron golems under powerful illusions.