da gloopy RPG diary

I've been dogsitting for my mum and I got so bored I decided to dip my toes into some solo play, because it seems intriguing. Also, I have a giant forest region I need populated, and playing through some solo play to generate content seems like a fun idea. A hidden side benefit of solo play is I really got to feel hexcrawl procedures working for the first time in play. It was pretty rad, and generated some neat interactions. The game is using my shitty RPG rules , except I didn't have the right setting supplement, so I thought up the idea of some foreign Korianite (medieval europe) explorers trying to find their fortune in a vast forest of Ajira (medieval japan / egypt). I have four PCs. I roll randomly for class, ancestry and equipment, then did a little bit of thinking to figure out how they fit together: LEOMA the Veteran Fighter - A veteran of one of Orthos' wars, he is now an old impoverished man. He is feeble (STR 5) and weak (CON 7) and stupid (INT 6). Really the onl...

Except, the man never made it to Copperlin. Halfway there, when the sun was setting over the horizon, cloaking the sea in sillhouette, a small shape left a distant ship. Flying up, over the air, it approached the cart on which the man had booked passage. Perhaps they are birds, thought the man. But then it grew too large to be a bird. And, he realised, it was the shape of a man, except for two grand feathered wings. Other than this, the man had difficulty identifying the shape, for the figure had coasted on its wings, circling around and approaching behind them from the west, and so its body was nothing but a shadow against the setting sun. The man began to tremble. He'd heard stories of great wyverns roaming the skies to hunt. Of greater dragons that kidnap maidens and eat their flesh. Yet, the man did not feel any kind of fear, more he was intimidated by a kind of presence. The figure, as it approached, seemed to emanate radiance like the man had never seen nor felt before. It gr...

 The boy was standing down by the river, staring at something in the water. The man called to the boy, demanding he get back to work. But the boy didn't move. The man called again, discipline in his voice. When the boy did not listen again, the man gripped his pitchfork hard in his hands and stomped through the field to the rivers edge. The anger left his body when he saw what the boy had seen. A body was lying on the bank of the river, face down. It wore tight fitting black leather, brown patches on the shoulders and and a weathered belt sporting an empty knife sheath. Its black hair was once slicked back, but the water had loosened it into long strands now stuck to the damp earth. "Go inside." said the man, his voice calm and firm. The boy did not move. "It's alright. Go and get your mother." This time the boy listened. When the boy was gone the man knelt down and grasped the hair of the figure, lifting it enough to see the face. The man grimaced. The body...

 I was too drunk to argue with the witch, and we had to keep quiet on the boat. I separated myself from the group as they headed back to the tavern as I usually do. No need to pay for a room when I have old contacts. Saltmarsh has always had a smuggler safehouse. Besides, I prefer to sleep without the company of others. An old friend once burned me badly for my carelessness. That was a long time ago, across the sea. I wonder if he's still out there somewhere. If he is, he must be very unhappy with me. I'm rambling. I apologize. I'm drunk. I heard some guards talking about undead appearing near the walls of Saltmarsh's gate. Undead are a particular dislike of mine. Oh yes, they're real my friends. Though rarer than the stories make them seem. There's hardly a time when undead aren't the subject of a night guards tale. Perhaps it's the drink, but I'm not so sure this one is just a tale. The world seems to get stranger and stranger the older I get. The...

 Kimbo emerged from the water and inflated like a balloon to the size of a wizards tower. Opening her cavernous maw, she breathed in, creating a gust of wind so violent it uprooted not only the entire party but the very land they stood upon, sliding effortlessly into Kimbo's gullet. "truly, it is the end of days" said Clovis Gnome, leader of the galactic army of mankind as Lairo and Rohoyo made out passionately. (with no clothes on :flushed:) And so the world ended. The End

The house was empty. I'd really love to know who ransacked out hideout and burned my comrades but they must have moved along before we returned from Copperlin. I tell a lie, the house wasn't completely empty. We found an old prisoner of ours still bound in the room we left him in. One of Julez' experiments. Our captain chose to let him go, return to his family in Saltmarsh. This is a very strange thing for our captain to have done. Runaway mouths talk, even ones that have had to deal with Julez. Our hideout is dead, but I don't need any more people out there talking about me. Once he was free he found a bed and slept. I have him my last mug of wine, mixed with some of Julez poison for good measure. Better than rotting in a cell. At least his last drink will be a pleasant one. We found some old electrum ingots hidden in one of the rooms. The floor was collapsing under us and the very beams of the house seemed to be struggling to keep upright. We vacated before checking t...

I'm not usually so happy to have my face in the sand. However, compared to the relentless ocean, the touch of solid ground is a welcome change. The seas ferocity is part of why I love her so much. Of course, she hasn't noticed my advances, and continues to be stone cold and indifferent. She can be quite a bitch sometimes - another reason she's the one for me. Getting my bearings, I looked around at the remaining crew in the dim dawn light seeping through the cave opening to our underground hideout. Sett was already getting to his feet. I met his eyes. "It was that sea-witch! I knew we could not trust her. I told you, captain! And look what happened! No ship, no loot, we are well and truly fucked." "I don't think it was her, Rohoyo." he said calmly. Incredulous. I hoped I hadn't backed the wrong horse. Wouldn't be the first time. Before I could retort, Hafdan called to us from down the passageway leading further into the base. "Fred and A...