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Great to see you all again, and thank you for having me.
Bravo to all the organisers again.
Thank you particularly to the deranged people who play-tested the Blight AP's first adventure 'Hereafter': Adam, Auke, Brett, Carol, Diego, Ian, Julian, Mark, Mark and Rob, you made my bewigged wererats, talking pig and sexy ghouls very happy.
A good point Lou, plus of course I regard it as more me infiltrating Logue's setting and hijacking it with my damsel captains:)
Ahem, 5 Rob, but 4 of those are joint and its been my pleasure to work with some awesome lovely people on them, not counting the pimpernel Logue of course. And 5, coincidentally, is exactly the number of times I intend to send your character to his maker next week in Levee, which I very much hope to find you've signed up for, and if not, I know which room you stay in and where all the rats are in Aston, the two will inevitably be brought together:)
Heh heh, thanks Wakedown, that would have been great fun, expedition was an awesome module.
Paizo know I'd always, always be delighted to take any part in any AP, even a my little pony one, but they rightly mix things up to keep everything fresh and fruity.
I can't wait to see what this great group of writers come up with, I have a feeling that this AP is going to be legendary, apart from Logue's bit:)
Just ran the first four feasts in our last game, and roleplaying in Ordu-Aganhei had been a blast so far. Batsaikhar is a fun weirdo who makes the PCs very uncomfortable. While the group failed to make tasty food for the 4th feast (Ameiko is the only one with a skill for that, and she hasn't put points into Bartending for months, what with all the cross continent traveling), they put on a SPECTACULAR entertainment show that I had to share with everyone. First, a large deep tub and a boulder were brought out to the courtyard, and the boulder placed on top of the tub, covering it. Then, Jinkoro (the cleric) cast obscuring mist. Ilvaria (the paladin) went into the mist, cast resist energy (fire) on Jinkoro and summoned her dire bat mount. Then they cleared the mist, revealing the beast to the crowd. Both then flew up into the sky, and Uldar (the summoner) created a wall of fire in a ring pointing inwards above the boulder and tub. Flying over the ring, Jinkoro leapt off the bat, falling through the ring while flipping with much grace thanks to a 44 acrobatics check. Below, Anterbok (the barbarian) faked not being able to get the boulder off of the tub which Jinkoro was going to land in. At the last second, Anterbok used his shatter spell-like ability to destroy the boulder, and Jinkoro safely plopped into the tub. To top it off, Jinkoro made the boulder whole once more over the tub, sealing himself in. Again, anterbok faked not being able to move the boulder, and the guards began to move in to help at Batsaikhar's instruction. Unbeknownst to them, Uldar had dimension door-ed into and out of the tub with Jinkoro. They appeared behind the crowd, and calmly asked for some towels. The crowd went absolutely nuts. While it didn't technically count towards 2 skill checks, I definitely gave them the credit for passing the entertainment, since it was a very creative combination of powers and abilities.
Ha, I love it when players come out with some awesomeness, you obviously have a fine group of players KetchupKing.Rich
James Thomas wrote:
Two things on this great item James - first, I'd love to see it have a limited life. I think as a few of these fine folks have said it makes adventuring a bit too easy if you get to keep it, but if it only lasts 24 hours after you've opened it, it has a limited lifespan and is more punchy.
Second, I think it could be fun to have the thing have a life of its own and go wandering off for the whole 24 hours, but randomly once it's been instructed or until it is instructed again. Plus it should only understand orcish, which could be fun. Don't ask me how it understands orcish, maybe it should have an ear sewn on as well:)
But its very cool, I love the concept - the others here have good points to make too and are well worth taking on board. Good stuff - huzzah!
“Sickened walls jut from the green waters like jagged teeth, their brickwork haemorrhaging from the strain of the towering load above – centuries of rebuilding, repairing, shoring and praying teetering on the edge of ruin above a poison ink bay of arsenic toxic waters. Brick walls rise from the dead waters of the Great Lyme River, lying in a bay bereft of natural life where slurry sticks to the foot of this failing domain. Timbers rise and jut across streets – joists shore up walls and iron bars lash whole avenues together – the endless sinking decay and toil making the city a giant endless building site – bamboo scaffolding lashes around every structure, walls are propped against others by vast beams crossing rivers and the whole place is like a pack of cards – waiting for the fall to commence. Nothing is still, and everything will one day drown.
This city continues to rise from its vile depths – buildings lashed on other buildings, with a lace of piers and ladders, rope bridges and stone structures heaved between its various confusing levels. It is a cat’s cradle of interwoven wood and stone and hemp where a trip of fifty feet can take an hour on foot. Older buildings are crushed under the foundations of their children and gaze up weakly, senile structures being trampled to death in the struggle for air.
Bright boats of all sizes ply the sluggish bays and streams between the houses – offering a quick but costly way of getting from one street to the next avoiding the perilous crossings and drops below. These boats compete for garishness, whilst their owners compete for noise - shouting, crying and even singing the safety and pleasure of their wares. Above their heads, a treadmill ferry creaks by, lumbering on despite the abuse from the boatmen, hateful of yet another invention in this city of renaissance.
The city is also alive with birdsong – the singing of canaries, which seem to be as populace as the people, who throng the streets and bay and bridges in their thousands.
And outwards and upwards the city spreads, like a Blighting mass of architecture – towers rise in distant BookTown, the garish lights dance over Festival, and the echo of sounds and life in a dozen other districts drifts lazily towards you. And high, high above all towers the grey ramparts of the Capital – a schizophrenic mass of tastes and styles, decrees, orders and tyranny.
Welcome to one of the greatest cities in the World – Castorhage, the Blight, to its inhabitants, a metropolis dancing on its own grave…”
Richard Pett gets a fan letter folded into an origami crane and placed in a carved teak box depicting six trolls enjoying a picnic
Well, goodness, you step away from these boards even momentarily at your peril:)
I'm deeply flattered by all your kind words, and do love working on twisting things a little, I'm glad you like them. It would be remiss of me not to mention the wonderful Mr Jacobs who I was very lucky enough to meet not so long ago and who was every bit as charming as I'd hoped - James does wonderful things with my words.
We're all lucky too as you mention in having an awesome crop of new writers coming through thanks to Paizo - times are good:)
I hope you're enjoying Locusts, I was very honoured to be asked to bring in such a tricky adventure, those stat blocks gave me some sweaty moments so hopefully they're OK, and finding challenges for 20th level characters with 10 mythic levels was a challenge. I hope it lives long in the memory, and hope those of you who are about to embark on thousand screams will forgive me. Shifting Sands is very much back to roleplay at its heaviest and most uncomfortable, so I trust you'll all find it very squirmy and enjoyable.
I hope also you'll keep an eye out for 2 things from Frog God Games in the next 12 months that I'm more or less concluding now - a city state called the Blight, and a 9-part adventure path called Levee to go with it. Levee is a hefty mix of sticky roleplay and is a full-on entirely urban adventure, and the Blight is very much like another slimy place I once wrote about called the Styes a long time ago. I hope you can support both these products as they'll be kickstarted and your help will be greatly appreciated. Plus any success annoys Vaughan which is always a good thing.
Now to slither away and ramp up the twisted treasure chart, thank you everyone for taking the time to post, you've repaid my vileness and the nasty places I've put you in with great kindness, I'll try to repay it ten fold.
Mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaar and Huzzah!
9 years old in fact - remarkable. Thank you, Killer, for raising it once more.
Good news and bad news, not in equal measure.
The bad news is the Styes still belongs to wizards, and I have no desire to do anything on that front with it.
Frog God Games are to publish two things by me in 2015 - both related. The Blight is a city setting akin to the worst aspects of the Styes; its rotten to the core, sweaty, oily and nasty, run by villains and teetering perpetually on the edge of revolution and a place called Between - a wild frontier of madness. From the Jumble to the Capitol via the Gyre and the Unsea, the Blight is a horrible place I hope you'll enjoy.
And which is where...
Levee - a 10 part AP written exclusively by me will take place. Levee is an entirely urban AP taking characters from 1st to 10th level and beyond. It a seedy mix of roleplay and combat, features wererats, vampires, stitched things, creatures from madness and an angel. Its low-dungeon, low level action with the PCs firmly at the soul of the AP.
Here's the taster text from the player's guide. The kickstarter will be widely publicised - huzzah!
“A stitched thing shambles through the night, the smog of the Canker caressing it. Hooded and covered, the thing’s head is too large for its body and it has to lean frequently against the dirt smeared brick walls of the Lyme and suck in air through broken lips. A stench like rotting vegetables and sugar surrounds it. People move by in the smog, quietly and nervously going about their business, occasionally a cockroach crunches under their feet. Some travellers are rich enough to have linkboys, and a ghastly yellow pallor surrounds the conspirators as they flit like will-o-the-wisps through the poison air of the street.
The silence is suddenly stabbed by the sound of a carriage clattering along the cobbles – a child’s nightmare pulls the carriage yet no one seems to notice; it gulps the air as it lurches by - a slick black thing that hobbles spastically yet with great purpose. Unseen within, a naga pulls at a hookah, it is reading an ancient cabalistic work that details a ragefire elemental, a hateful thing of such fury that it can consume cities. The naga smiles and blows out a crimson smoke-ring as it puzzles this new weapon that has fallen, or rather been tripped, into its presence. The naga bangs upon the roof of the carriage for the driver to speed on, and within moments the streets are quiet again.
The hooded thing staggers on, beneath towering walls under sloping gables where great spiders crawl, the arachnids cowering from the spider-catchers who ply their trade in the dark. Both avoid the rooftops, where ancient scrimshaw gargoyles call to each other in haunting song. No one climbs to meet the scrimshaw, no one dares.
At last the stitched thing reaches its destination, a crooked house lit by the distant lights of the Great Fayre and the peculiar cutting beam of Hobbington’s Lamp—the greatest of sea lantern. Now hobbling down the stairs it gives a secret knock and is allowed into the alchymic opium den. Entering, it sees something in the mirror opposite, but the thing it sees is not its own reflection, and as it watches the shadow moves out of the looking glass and into the room. The hooded figure bows, and hands over a package to the mirror dweller, who smiles crookedly and moves into the city night, drawing a shining meat-cleaver as it does so. Singing a nursery rhyme under its breath, it breaks into a skip.
It has to be said that the playing was extremely, extremely glorious. And perhaps a tad disturbing:)
Oooo, that could be...nasty:)
At last...I made it into the Bestiary:)
Pathfinder Adventure Path #77: Herald of the Ivory Labyrinth (Wrath of the Righteous 5 of 6) (PFRPG)
For those playing We be goblins too! (singalong version (nasty)) characters will be provided, other goblins will only be accepted if they meet the silk/pollard/Evans/Harrison cabal's approval, in writing, or those who play the kazoo and eat a madras the night before. Choir practice at 7am sharp, Saturday.
I would like to remind players that bribes are not accepted by the gm the night before.
I'm working on it right now in fact and its awesome fun, having a great time with Amber Scott designing some truly reprehensible villains. It's nasty, just nasty:)
Don't worry my faithful homonculus, the longer they leave it, the more depraved I become, ranting and screaming into the night in my attic cell. If they ask me again in the future I'll just pour my wrath into that adventure to make them suffer:)
Plus, it very handily gives me time to put a few demented things to paper that Paizo wisely perhaps couldn't suffer to see the light of day.
Actually, I can't wait to see what Reign brings, snows of summer must be the coolest ap title ever so far, and Spicer is bound to do an annoyingly brilliant job on it, the line up is awesome and the idea fantastic.
This is an interesting thread, particularly for me as I'm embarking upon a one writer AP called Levee, which you'll see some initial promotion for soon.
The challenge is to bridge the gap between running an immersive AP with friends, where you are able to regularly tweak things, bring things forward, react and generally make the PCs the centre of action, and juggle the obvious issues when writing for everyone else that some groups like some things more than others.
Levee will run from 1st-12th level and be dungeon light, with a strong mix of roleplay and action leading to an apocalyptic climax. It'll be in a bas-lag style setting with shifty politicans, lots of rats and anarachists. Not everyone will like that style, but I hope the writing will draw you in and even if the whole AP isn't used, you'll cherry pick things from it. Like many of you I'm very busy, and can't spend a lot of time writing adventures for my group. Using an example of the adventure path I'm running now - Tatters of the King for CoC - not everything in it is my cup of tea and has been tweaked, but the feel of the AP is brilliant so I've run with my own slightly twisted version of it.
Even with all the cards in my hands, however, Levee is giving me a lot of headaches, particularly when the need for a cohesive group to move things along is needed. This AP will run to about 120,000 words, small change compared to the 200,000 words of a Paizo AP, not counting support articles. The fact that Paizo keeps things so fresh is really admirable, and the input of seasoned writers and newer contributers with fresh ideas is a great one. I can't wait to see what the Reign of Winter is going to be like, but I know all the writers will have worked to a very close outline and been in regular talks with the Paizo crew.
One of the many useful things I've found from these boards is the number of brilliant ideas and suggestions from seasoned and new GMs who come here, long may it continue.
I wish I could be there, I loved writing Sorrow and am mightily pleased with it.
Have fun, if fun and sorrow go together...
Nicolas Logue wrote:
Well, I'm game for a bare-knuckle fist fight anytime, but I'm not having anyone fixing the outcome, as I feel that you deserve a damn good thrashing, and I'm sure I'm not alone - huzzah!
Although the idea of seeing you eat a boat is amusing, and blah blah.
James Jacobs wrote:
Plus it's hard to spell in any human language, and say using human lips, unless they're removed and used with fleshy bellows.
Happy birthday James, huzzah! I hope you liked your present.
Louis Agresta wrote:
My battle kilt is ready to be donned any time for a fight, but I'm nervous of being in the same room as Hitchcock whilst wearing a vaguely skirt-like object.
Anytime Logue, anytime
What....blimmey, you fall with tequila and wake up Mr December, how does that work?
And who woke Logue up? I never liked the man, his mankini, nor his suspiciously male-looking lady friend Jezebel. I didn't see any takers for my drink yourself to death with tequila party at Paizocon Mr Drinksalotinhisdreams. And who polluted Vaughn? It was me that bought him his only beer in life and persuaded him to dress up as Lillian Gish at that late come as your favourite silent screen star party.
OK,those of us entitled to wear kilts and sporrans are ready for you lowlanders, where's me pipes!
I never knew Blonde Frog had some fine Scottish blood in her...aye! Grand Lassie, grand.