da gloopy RPG diary

 My father took me to Icewind Dale when I was 3 years old. He taught me everything I know. How to use a bow, how to skin a rabbit, how to follow hidden tracks in the forest. That bow is all I have left of him after the plague took him. Rest in peace, Pa. He never told me much about his days as a campaigner in the south. He mostly told me about my mother, a fellow soldier. He told me about how they met in training, joined the same company, toured the southern kingdoms. He always gets up to the job they took for some duke. He would always get quiet after that. Wouldn't tell me what happened next. Someone new came to Icewind Dale. Weathered face. Older fellow. 'Bout the same age as Pa. He spoke a bit to the speaker. I didn't have to eavesdrop to know it was about the moose. The white moose thats been terrorizing the forest. Attacking at random, either groups or lone men. Day or night, if there is such thing as day anymore. The few that make it back alive tremble ...

 Caer-Dineval has been silent ever since those guys in black armor shipped out of old castle.  No mention of the town speaker that was supposedly sick and dying inside. No mention to anyone about anything. We woke up one morning and they were gone. The sick have moved in since then. Guard it like they're under siege. But no one's trying to get in. Marco's been acting strange recently. Stays in his hut. His corn is dying. Well, more than it was. He's got a scarecrow out front, as if there are any crows to scare away. Haven't seen him in a long time. I used to sit in my fathers cottage and watch him work. Now all I do is look at the scarecrow. I swear, sometimes I wake up and it's facing an entirely different direction. There's a stranger in town today. Some sort of elf, pale skin, white like snow. Poked around Marco's cottage. Guess that means he's not inside anymore. No idea what she found in there, but she looked determined on the way o...

 I've been running rime of the Frostmaiden in 5e for friends of mine. Thought it would be cool to keep a log of what's happening. I wonder if blogger has good tools to organize these articles so they can stay out of the way. I'll check later. We ran through the first half of the book (up to the dragon), then took a break so my boi Theo could run us through descent into Avernus (that adventure fucking SUCKS!). During that time there was an in universe time skip of 8 months, during which some players had downtime adventures over discord. This first post is about those adventures leading up to part 2 of icewind dale. Part two of the adventure sucks ass, so I added a bunch of crap using principles of node based design and old school style sandboxing. I might do some posts about the enemy factions at some point I think, but for now you can read through it all in order as the players experience it.   My first few posts will be fiction that recaps the events of every...

 My boi peter started running Knave in his custom setting. I'm playing in it. It's documented here. Swag. One day in the past, the moon went out. Night was already dangerous. It's worse now. Those things that can naturally see in the dark have taken all but a small corner of the world. That's what happened to Oulwick. That's why humanity ended up in Nest. Three unlucky souls were conscripted into the militia.  They're running out of men these days, and these roads are too dangerous to travel unguarded. Captain Homer accompanies these wayward souls. His company of three. Four if you count the driver. Night falls, and it doesn't even last one watch before they came. Theron heard them in the trees first. Something small, but undoubtedly humanoid. Clumsy, they'd stumbled into branches and gave themselves away. Theron saw a lumbering doggish silhouette before the carts pulled away. The carts entered a valley, and hell broke loose. From up on the ridge, three ...