Astore Lungeblade

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“Oh, so I’m being tested too? Shouldn’t I get an exemption though, since I’m already a Solune Agent?”

Astore asked Janna.

“Yeah, well, you’d think that, eh. But it turns out dad, er, the King wants to test you in a group combat environment. You’ve been working primarily as a stealth unit, so it’s not entirely unreasonable.”

Astore was a short man. All Riley are short, but Astore was particularly short, only three and one fifths cubits. [For those unfamiliar with Dawngale/biblical units, a cubit is 17.5 inches. Astore is 4’8″]. His height stands out further in the Solune capital, as the Solune people average at four cubits [6 foot]. Like all Riley, he had shaggy black hair and darker skin around his eyes. The eyes themselves were a pale brown.

Astore nodded to her, “Okay. That makes sense actually.”

So, Astore waited. He had a few days before enough people had submitted to the King’s call, so he busied himself with personal tasks.

Astore was a very particular young man. He liked everything to be in their place, and his sword, a Riley Lungeblade, was starting to get damaged. He usually kept it sharp but at this point it was accumulating so many chips and cuts that he would need it repaired, or replaced.

He took the sword to a smith, Sarah and Jheffrey’s. He usually got his work done in Baracus, but he wasn’t planning on leaving town when he might be needed.

“You sure put a lot of use into this blade, huh.” Jheffrey said.

Astore nodded.

“Sarah can fix it for sure, but are you sure you don’t want a new one?” He asked.

Astore said, “I’ve been using this sword for a long time, it has never failed me.”

“Well, at least consider a new blade. Or, if you really have emotional attachment, we can reforge this one, maybe give you a bronze edge.” Jeffrey offered.

“What? Why bronze? What’s wrong with iron?” Astore asked.

“Bronze is a more expensive material for a reason. Well, I guess that reason is that copper is harder to find, but hey. Bronze keeps it’s edge better, it’s not as easy to bend.”

Jeffrey pointed to the warped blade.

“It looks like yours bends sometimes. I’m guessing, as it is a lungeblade, that you use it for thrusts quite a bit, right? Well look, a bronze edge would help, but I think a bronze core would be better. Or even go full bronze!”

“Hang on,” Astore didn’t just buy into anything, “What are the downsides to bronze?”

“Well, you can’t really repair it as easily. You basically have to melt it down and reforge the blade.”

Astore didn’t like this, it sounded unreliable. But bronze still interested him. He came up with an unusual idea. This happened frequently, Astore would come up with something that didn’t seem to make sense, but sometimes it would work out and be ‘awesome’ as he put it.

“Okay. Fix this one, thin it down, but keep the edge as sharp as you can, then put a bronze edge on top. That way I still have something I can repair in the field if the bronze breaks or whatever.” Astor explained. “Can you do that?”

“Umm, I think so.” Jheffrey said. “I’ll ask. In reality, Sarah does all the technical stuff, I’m just learning from her.”

He discussed the idea with Sarah, and she nodded a few times and laughed, then came to Astore at the counter.

“Yeah kid, we can do that. It’ll cost you though.” Sarah told him.

“How much are we talking?” Astore had saved about three hundred Solune from all of his missions as an Agent.

“Eighty.”

“Easy.” Astore handed over the blade and the money. “When will it be done?”

“Well, you’re basically asking for two swords worth of work, so eight hours maybe. Come back tomorrow.”

Jheffrey took the money and began processing the request. Sarah took the sword and headed for the stock room to get copper and tin.

Astore said goodbye and then left himself. He wondered what the new weapon would look like. What would he call it? It wasn’t really a Riley Lungeblade anymore.

Then, the perfect name came to him. The Astore Lungeblade! Of course, Astore didn’t realize or care that it sounded cheesy. He liked the name, so he used it.

I don’t know where I was going with this one. Ended up as a flash fiction about a sword. Astore, if you’re reading this, I hope I got him down pat, and I hope you see a bit of yourself in the character.

The information on bronze vs iron is accurate according to my historical research.

Daniel Triumph.

Grey Ooze

This is the second entry in the Dawngale RP Series.

Foreword:

Okay, cool, first time doing a foreword. So, this one will be a bit of a mess, but it’ll also be pretty awesome, and all the major loose ends get tied up too. So, for background, my first Dungeons and Dragons campaign was Edition 3.5, and I ran out of a module (a pre-built campaign.) I had three players, called themselves the tres hombres back then. They fought some goblins, explored a cave, and then attacked a dragon. One of them got smart and started pushing it over. I didn’t know all the rules at the time, so I let it go through. What a fight. Poor dragon.

So after that, I figured I knew the ropes. I started my own campaign. I had 3.0 books (weird, I know) and I came up with a campaign hook for the first session. I’ll talk more on later submissions, but let’s just say it was a mess, but also a whole lot of fun. Also, it was fairly cohesive, so no worries.

Also, this campaign was crafted nearly three years ago, in 2014. I can’t remember it perfectly, and I’ll be taking huge sweeping liberties with the story. Let it begin!

“Oh Tendrils, what is that?” Janna sneered. This was why she didn’t like running errands for her younger sister.

She wasn’t a skittish young woman, so instead of recoiling or leaving the archives, she poked it. The grey ooze made her finger tingle, but not much else. She sighed and stood, then investigated further, brushing her blonde hair from her face. She always wondered why she kept it so long if all it did was get in the way.

Janna followed the ooze. It went clean through a hole in the stone basement. She wondered if that hole had been there already, or if the grey gel had made it. It didn’t matter right now. She went through the door and circled around to the other side of the wall. Looks like it ignored the tomes and texts and just went straight for the walls. Janna was convinced now that the gel had made the hole in the wall. In fact, she was fairly certain that it was actively trying to eat the stone in the archive.

She sighed. It didn’t seem to be moving at the moment, but it had come out of the floor, and eaten through a wall. Janna knelt down and looked through the light grey gel coming out of the ground. It looked pretty deep. She wondered where it lead, where the goo creature had come from. Too small to really check though.

Janna decided to leave the archive. She assumed Chloe would know what was going on and have a solution. She was the genius after all.

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Janna Rhye, fifth Prince of the Solune

The trip into town wasn’t very long, but it was kind of a pain. She followed the castle wall that surrounded the city until she reached the front gate, which was on the other side.

“Man, dad sure likes walls.” Janna commented.

She was right, the castle town Murdock was walled off, the kingdom was walled off, the giant city of Hannibal was walled off… Even a couple of the kingdom entrances had extra walls. It’s like he was paranoid about something.

She passed the main gate then went to the castle doors and let herself in. She went upstairs and then to the room next to her sisters. The castle had two libraries now, one in the basement, and one here. Next to Chloe’s room. It was Chloe’s library.

“Oh, hello.” Chloe said as Janna entered.

Chloe looked a lot like her sister, but she had a slightly larger face, and her teeth were more prominent. She also had more peaceful eyes and much much longer hair. Excessively long, wavy hair. She was also taller.

“Hey, uh…” Janna trailed off.

“Did you get the book?” Chloe asked.

“No, there was a goo thing in the archive.”

“…” Chloe looked around, “What?”

“A grey ooze or something.”

“Huh?”

“It ate it’s way in through the ground, and then through one of the walls.” Janna continued.

“Ah!”

Janna was beginning to notice that Chloe said “ah!” a lot. It was becoming a sort of odd catchphrase.

“Did it eat any of the books?” She asked.

“No. I was wondering if you knew anything about it.”

“Well… I heard the King, I mean, I heard our father talking about something like that.” Chloe replied.

“Oh.” Janna said, waiting for her to continue.

“Yeah… to the east.” Chloe trailed off.

Janna waited, mostly to see what she would do.

“Ah… I don’t know anything else really. It’s too bad you didn’t get the book.”

“Yeah, well, more important matters right now than studying. What book did you want again?”

“Father said I should read about the Strossmadoss of the Underside.” Chloe said.

“I don’t understand, but really, a lot of what you say goes above my head when you get technical.” Janna replied.

She left then, and went to the throne room. Obviously the King wasn’t there all the time, but he was there more frequently than one would expect. The Solune King replied to a lot of requests, and had thorough and frequent communication with his people. That’s probably why people liked him so much.

He was there, and so was a lot of Janna’s other family. All immediate relatives that lived within the kingdom save Chloe were there, in fact. The king was standing in front of his throne, at the bottom of the steps that lead up to it. He was talking to Janna’s older sister Natasha. Their mother Gwenhime was on the adjacent throne, leaning on her arm, bored.

“Yes, I believe that we should send aid, but I am unsure as to whom we should send. I think that we will send the young new recruits from the Solune Agents.” the King said.

“The Agents are more equipped and capable of extra-kingdom missions than the guard anyway, so I have no objections” Natasha said.

Watching those two talk was like watching the King talk to himself. Janna always had trouble keeping up. It seemed that they were going to send some of the Agents out of the kingdom for something. Natasha was the leader of the city guard, that was why she brought them up.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Janna asked them.

“Well,” Natasha said, “The East Metch Kingdom is having some issues with some sort of grey goo. It’s appearing in their catacombs and they want help with it before it gets to the surface.”

“Oh wow, we got those things too in the underground archives!” Janna said.

“What?” The King’s reply was swift and stern.

“Yeah, it ate through the floor, and a wall, but not any of the books. Weird. I poked it too and nothing happened.”

“Why would you…” The King trailed off, he knew his daughter well enough by now.

He gave a deep sigh. The King was very tall, five and a half cubits. [For those who don’t know cubits, that’s eight feet flat.] He had shaggy, poorly cut hair, and his face seemed to be stuck in a scowl despite his good nature. Worse, his irises and pupils had drained down his face, staining it permanently. He was nearly blind, seeing only colours, shapes, and things very close to his face.

“I’ve come up with a solution. Make a call for adventurers of virtue. Have them challenge the new Agents, Marcus and his little group. The group that can stand a chance against Marcus will be sent out of town with an Agent to keep them in line. Marcus and his company will stay here and help us with our own issues.”

The King sat in his throne and sighed. “Natasha, I trust you with this mission. And Janna, can you please tell those outside who have been waiting so patiently that I’m now accepting visitors?”

The three women left the room on their various tasks.

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Janna wondered which Agent would be sent with the new group. She and Natasha were Solune Agents, and so Janna wondered if she was going to be sent with them. Likely not. Thinking about it now, Janna had an idea of who her father would send. A young Riley by the name of Astore.

Janna let the citizens into the throne room and then left the castle to go find her boyfriend. She didn’t have much left to do at this point, and he was always fussing over something.

That was pretty fun to be honest. All that was prelude to the first session. I know not a lot happened, but Janna is a fun character to write. She’s an edgy teen, like me. Except I’m not really a teen anymore.

The next part of the Goo Campaign will be from Astore’s perspective. This is the first time I’ll be writing from a player character’s perspective, and I really wanted to avoid doing that. But, I don’t know that many other Dawngale characters were with the party at the beginning, so for now it’s him, until they meet up with the East Metch Prince anyway.

Daniel Triumph.

P.S. I think I’ll do these when I can’t really think of something. Luckily in making this story, I ended up coming up with a good piece for later.

Resz Sickness I

The first entry in the Dawngale RP Rewrites.

Some call it Resz Sickness, after the month that it struck the capital. Where I come from, we call it death sickness, because it spreads around corpses, making people die faster.  When you become afflicted by it, you’re struck with accelerated death at the microscopic level. It causes you to die of what is technically old age, despite the fact that you look exactly the same physically. What, I know a bit about biology. I learned from Azure, you know her? Anyway, back to the point. If you can cure it and your cells will be fine, they heal as long as you don’t actually die.

Someone brought it in from the East, from where the East Metch fight Death’s demons, her creations. It’s obvious that they’d be laced with it, death sickness. The East Metch are immune to it, in fact they can’t even carry it. Me, an N’Tarial, I’m immune but I can still carry it. So, someone brought that sickness into the Solune Kingdom, right into the capital. People are dying, you know. The instant I heard that there were fresh bodies, I headed over.

It was surrounded by a wall, just like the rest of the kingdom, a wall inside a wall. The gate was still open at that time, so I was able to enter freely, but by then the streets were empty. Even the bravest shopkeeper had their store closed by then. It was pretty bad. I started my search for the dead, keeping my eyes out for anyone who might give me information. I headed forward, to the most empty looking place.

This part of the city had taller, nicer looking buildings. I searched but the streets were clean, empty. Then, I immediately noticed a figure on the rooftops. I crawled into the alley adjacent to my silent watcher then leapt onto the wall. I clung to it and climbed up a wooden support beam. I peered over the roof and saw him, a Riley man with black hair and dark eyes.

Hanging off the edge of the roof, my head peeking over it.

I yelled, “Hey!”

The man turned to me, “Where did you come from?”

“Down there. What’s going on here?”

The man motioned for me to join him on the roof. He looked fairly weak, so I did.

“There’s a sickness going around. We don’t have a name for it yet, but a lot of people are dying. Even the guards.” He told me.

“Where?” I asked, my mind focused.

“The residential area.” He pointed west, “It spread fast because all the houses are close together.”

I waved to the Riley and went on my way. The residential district. That made sense. It only took me a few minutes to cross town. At that point I could smell it, the earthy smell of bodies killed by Death’s hand. All the life, the fluids, and that which made bodies smell rank, was taken in by Death when she took a person’s life. It was eerie, but it was also welcome by me. I didn’t want to have to deal with that.

I looked left and right as I walked down the dirt street. The alleys seemed to have bodies piled in them. After a while I noticed a pattern, only the alleyways without windows had body piles. These people were smarter than I expected. I still couldn’t find anyone though. I was sure there were people in the houses, likely told to stay inside until the situation was under control. I just… didn’t want to get caught taking a corpse.

Then I heard it, voices around the next bend. First an authoritative sounding woman.

“Okay. Tell Vinth we’re locking off the city. Close the gates, don’t let anyone out or in.”

“What about me?” A man replied, “I’m really no good in situations like this. I thrive in ambush combat and seeking knowledge. You can’t ambush or learn from a sickness.”

I skulked across the road and into a dark alley, peering across the corner diagonally. I’d be harder to see me from this distance, and in the dark.

“Fine, if you don’t want to help than I don’t want you here.” The woman said.

She was tall, very tall, and she was wearing a grey jumpsuit. Her blonde hair was cut just below the shoulder. She must be a Solune, with height like that. The man was also wearing the same jumpsuit. It must be the guard uniform. He was shorter though, judging by the black hair and pale skin, I could tell he was a Riley.

“Okay, what do I do then?” He asked.

“Stand at the gate. Make sure no one enters, explain about the sickness. If you encounter anyone who would brave the hazards and is willing to help, send them to me. I’ll put them to work in your stead.” The woman explained, taking charge.

I hugged the wall, standing in the shade, my eyes closed. I could have hid in the bodies, but they were in the light and my clothing would have stood out even more there. The Solune wore pants and frilly shirts and had fair skin. The Riley dressed in darker clothes, often preferring vests. Traditional N’Tarial clothing generally looked like a green or blue dress, separated at either the waist or hips by a brown cloth belt. The dress was split on the sides, almost like a wide loincloth. Personally, I like purple, and I wear the battle version of the dress. Higher splits and shorter sleeves enable a greater degree of mobility.

The Riley man passed me without noticing anything. For someone obsessed with undercover work, this surprised me. Afterwards the woman, the leader, continued to work. She piled bodies into alleys, I guess to keep the streets clean. She wore gloves too, unusual for anyone who wasn’t East Metch. What, I notice clothes okay?

I watched, waiting for her to leave. I’d be willing to wait hours, until dark even. I’ve been looking for bodies for a long time now. I really don’t like having to murder people in order to get their body, it ruins the quality.

After an pace (the Solune call it a sixth or a tetra, others call it an hour) I decided to sit down, but I kept an eye on that woman as she worked. Another pace passed and I decided to save my back. I stood up and crept further into the alley, to the other side. I skulked under windows, just to be safe, and then found a crack running through the building up to the roofs. Anyone who knows about climbing knows that a crack makes the task far easier.

As I climbed, pulling loose chunks of building out as I went, I heard more voices on the other side. I couldn’t understand them, but I sure wanted to, so I sped up my ascent. When I got to the top, I crawled prone until I was close enough to the other street.

“That’s an unusual task.” One of them said.

It was another woman, but her voice wasn’t hard like the first one. She had the sweet voice of a mother, although she sounded too young to have bared any children.

“So he’s just standing outside the gate? He’s a gatekeeper!” She laughed.

“Okay, whatever. Listen Natasha, we piled more bodies, and we’re keeping people inside just like you said. Now what?” This was a man. He sounded similar to the other woman. I figured that they’re related.

“Now we have to figure out how to stop it. To end this… quarantine, to use an East Metch term.” The leader replied. I guess her name was Natasha. “Look, since we started using gloves no more of the guard have died. I need you to craft a report, write everything you know for sure about the sickness and submit it to the Academic tower. Tell them that they are to be working during this quarantine. We need a cure, or anything they can come up with.”

I peeked over the rooftop. There they were, standing in a triangle, all wearing the gray uniform. Natasha, the tall blonde. The other woman, shorter also blonde, but with odd eyebrows and inward titled eyes. This must be the Djeb race that my sister kept telling me about. The man was the same, but bulkier. He held an large, flashy looking sword. I wondered how he was allowed to use something so unwieldly and foolish while on duty.

“Not a problem,” The Djeb woman smiled almost forcefully to the man, and he reluctantly followed.

After another pace, Natasha finished her work and then left shortly after herself. Finally, it was barren. I hopped down into the alley and started moving bodies, looking for one I wanted. I always shop the bodies if I’m presented with more than one. Then, I saw the one I wanted, it was a fallen guard. He was not a child, but still young. The sun was low now, the alley darkened. I felt the privacy I needed there in the alleyway, and so I didn’t bother to pull the dead person up onto the roof.

I pulled the corpse’s jacket off. I took out my knife, ready to cut, and then-

“Hey, what are you doing over there?”

I stopped and immediately bolted to the other end of the alley. I rounded the corner banking right, and then ran back into an adjacent alley.

It didn’t work, I wasn’t fast enough, caught red handed.

“What?” I challenged my pursuer. “What do you want.”

He was an N’Tarial, just like me. He wore the regular green garb. His skin was darker though, like he spent a lot of time in the sun, on the plains. He was likely some form of warrior, but… not a guard. I eased up.

“Umm… what were you doing in the alley?” He asked.

And then, another from the rooftops. He dropped down behind me. I turned, back to the wall, so that I could defend against both if I needed to. The second man was another Riley, the one I met before actually. I’m surprised he came all the way out here.

“I’m taking one of those bodies. You’re not stopping me. I’ve run out of patience today.”

On the other side of the alley, behind the Riley, I heard footsteps. Lots of them. I sprinted up the wall and climbed to the roof.

The two men didn’t say much about me. It seemed they were interested in the bodies themselves. They wanted to open one up and investigate what the sickness did to people. Interesting, but I already knew. It gave you highly accelerated old age. You wouldn’t learn anything from opening someone up, since most of the effects were too small to see with the eye.

“What is this? Look, it looks like these people have been rotting for days!” One of them said.

What?

“How long has it been dead?” The Riley asked.

“We only made this pile last night when the sickness started to spread.” That was Natasha. She was back, ever the hard worker.

Why were there more side effects of the sickness then before? Did it… mutate? I wanted to investigate myself now. I can’t use a body that’s still diseased after death for my purposes. I needed to know what was going on, and hopefully find a clean body along the way. That couldn’t wait for too long.

As they were leaving I asked the N’Tarial warrior to throw me up one of the bodies. He did.

“Thanks. And, as far as I know you should be immune to the disease. This death sickness.” I told him.

“Really? Why?”

“Us N’Tarial and the East Metch are surrounded by death, and this afflicts about…” I did some quick math in my mind, “Five in every hundred victims in war.”

They moved on from the alley, heading to what they called “Ground Zero” where the first people died. I didn’t follow them. I needed to investigate this one. I took out my knife again, a tanning and skinning knife, and I delved into this poor soul’s viscera.

It was unusual. It really was like he’d been dead for days rather than hours. It didn’t make sense. I wished… I wished that Azure was here. She actually knew about this stuff. All my information was second hand. I couldn’t learn on the site like her. I lay back as the sun set. In the distance, where Natasha’s group had gone, I heard the sounds of battle. Metal on metal, the thunk of dart launchers. That wasn’t my problem. I had a lot of problems.

I needed to send a letter, and maybe a flesh sample to Azure. She was from the Djeb. It wasn’t the closest place, in fact it was the neighboring kingdom. I lay back and listened to the fight. I knew the Solune kept their prisoners alive, so I didn’t bother investigating the aftermath. As the skirmish ended, I just went to sleep.

So, as you read at the top, this is the first entry of an experimental format. There’s a lot of original content here, but a lot of it is based on the scenarios and characters (NPCs?) used in my RP campaign. As the creator of the campaign, technically this is all original except for the player characters.

This story follows Jade Sing, the N’Tarial. She is the sister of Jin Resz Sing. You might notice the name Resz is in the title of this piece. It’s only a minor connection though, but I can explain it later in the series, if there’s interest.

Daniel Triumph.

P.S. I had a member of my group proofread this for me. Watching the ‘aha!’ moment on his face when he saw his character was a cool feeling. What an interesting narrative form.

Dawngale RP Overview

This post serves as the general introduction to all the roleplay related content on the blog, and will likely be linked back to in the first few. I’ll do this in Frequently Asked Questions format.

For a list of writings regarding the RPs check out the Roleplay category!

What is “RP”

When I say RP what I mean is tabletop RolePlay. I’m sure you’ve seen Dungeons and Dragons played in some television shows, or heard about some geek friend that plays it themselves. Maybe I’ve even drawn in some specifically Dungeons and Dragons players to my blog! Cool!

So how RP works is like a mix between collaborative storytelling, and a board game. It’s like being able to play a story that someone at the table has made up, with problems and fights being resolved with dice rolls. I personally love this form of narrative, as many people can experience and interact with a story told in the oldest form possible, around the fireplace.

What will you be writing about?

Well, I recognize that hearing someone recount their Roleplay adventures is possibly one of the most boring things you can do, so I’m not doing that. Instead I’ll likely write it as a narrative from a few npc’s point of view, or maybe from an omnipresent third person perspective. Either way, I weave plot into my campaigns, and I feel like I can take advantage of that to provide content.

What is Dawngale?

Dawngale is the temporary name for the setting of most of my literature as well as all of my RP campaigns. It’s a word that is new, and vastly unexplored. Unlike most D&D worlds, there is very little “lost ancient civilizations” to discover, and all the ones that do exist were not technologically advanced, just like our lost civilizations. One was more wise though.

Dawngale is assisted by spirits know as “Servants” because that’s what they do. The Servant of Death helps death happen through disease, hate, and war. The Servant of Birth helps the various races of Dawngale interbreed, as well as increasing the abysmal child mortality rate. I’ll likely make a post about the Servants of Dawngale and link it here.

The major kingdoms are will follow

  • The Solune Kingdom is the oldest known living kingdom on the Overside. It was founded and is still run by “The Solune King” whose true name was long forgotten. The Solune hail from here, a tall race of light skinned people who are both industrious and intelligent. They focus on creating simple machines and studying history, law, and government.
  • The Djeb is the largest city on the Overside, containing primarily Djeben people, but also many Lussa immigrants and a few Plainkind, Solune and South Metch. They recently overthrew a corrupt Emperor, and a young guardsman, Hannah ended up ruling by default. Shortly after, an election was done and she got voted in officially. Building rooftops have public access, along with external bridges and staircases. This allows for multilayer shopping as well as rooftop parks among other things.
  • The Lussa City competes with The Djeb for the title of largest city. Since the Lussa city doesn’t keep any birth records, it’s impossible to know for sure. The Lussa city’s King was murdered, and they are currently looking for the heir to the throne, who went off to be a mercenary. Nearly all of the buildings in the city are made of metal, as it’s more common than stone in the surrounding desert. The Lussa are known for shoddy metal craftsmanship and their extensive legal system.
  • The East Metch Kingdom is the closest thing I have to a true medieval kingdom. It has many stone buildings and two castles. The people of the East Metch Kingdom are not very adventurous, but those that are almost always join the Knights. From the East the Servant of Death keeps an ever flowing stream of demons, The East Metch don’t know why, and as they are not adventurous they don’t care to find out. They simply defend, fighting an everwar. When the spark of inspiration does hit an East Metch mind, it often draws them towards the Sciences of Physics and Chemistry.
  • The North Metch Plains are full of plainfolk called the N’Tarial that technically live under anarchy. They have no established governments or leaders, instead they respect the voices of Tacticians. Unusual in such a primal place, for the strong to willingly follow the intelligent. The N’Tarial are also in an everwar against Etzers, a race of short bipedal reptilian creatures. They fight over the river, the only source of flowing water around. Often they don’t fight to kill, just for temporary control of the resource.
  • The Plainkind Lands are a crop of calm desert surrounded by mountains, windstormed deserts, and glass deserts. On the east side of them is the Solune wall. The Plainkind are a race of fearsome people, often with two to three times the muscle mass of any normal race. They have very thick skin, tanned from the desert sun. They live simple lives hunting, surface mining, cold forging, and preparing for the rain that comes once every two years.
  • A list of undeveloped areas:
    • The Sol-Metch State is an highly industrious area full of radiation, to which the residents are immune. They’re credited with inventions such as the motorcycle, the quadruped adaptive kit, and more. This place we settled recently (a few hundred years ago) by East Metch and Solune, who interbred to become the Sol-Metch.
    • The Dead City is a lawless city full of outlaws. It’s been destroyed by fire and ravaged by strange beasts many times. The only building that consistently survives all attacks is the Prince’s Castle.
    • The Elken Jungle is home to unfriendly and territorial people known as the Elken. Their speech incorporates low whistles (think a train whistle) created using vocal pockets that no other race has. Thus, it has been nearly impossible to communicate with them effectively.
    • The Innerside is the third part of the planned, deep underground. I haven’t explored it much but it seems very interesting.

Why don’t you call it D&D?

I don’t play Dungeons and Dragons for the D&D system, I play it for the roleplaying. There are a LOT of things I don’t like about Dungeons and Dragons, both 3e and 5e. I’ve yet to find a roleplaying system where all player options are equally viable and impactful, and all creatures run on the same system.

3rd Edition (not 3.5, but very similar) has huge balance issues, and everyone is aware of it. The fighter has no class features, and the casters outscale the non magic fighters exponentially. Despite this, I like bookkeeping, and this edition lets you do a lot of that.

5th Edition is hailed as the best edition of Dungeons and Dragons ever, and I’m inclined to agree. It’s so simple to play, and you feel so powerful. However, there are still a few glaring balance issues. They may seem small, but in practice they make players feel weak, or parties feel useless. Fifth edition is also an edition founded on limits. Bounded accuracy, limited attacks, limits on skills and ability scores, and also very few weapons, less player options!

Dungeons and Dragons as a whole has a few vital flaws that I intend to exploit. In every edition the Dungeon Master’s Guide is not a guide, it’s a book of reference tables and magic items. As the Game Master (not Dungeon Master 😛 ) I only use two pages, to make custom bosses. I’ll write a post on  the flaws of D&D that I intend to improve one later, and link it here.

If you know of any Tabletop Roleplaying games that are fun, balanced, and maybe even have conversation mechanics, feel free to tell me with a comment or direct message.

In the end, 5e lets me do nearly everything I want to, so I plan to use it until I develop and copyright my own RP system that improves on it and focuses on narrative more than battle. Or maybe equally. Either way, despite the “3 pillars” that 5e uses, combat is what takes the longest, is the most fleshed out, and my players enjoy the most.