Monday, April 14, 2014

The Welwood District

In the God-Seed Awakens, the appendix details a set of hooks that may draw the characters into the adventure. Additionally, there are rumors that may be gathered from the settled areas around Mount Welwood, the optional setting of the adventure. While we are working through the final details of this free mini-sandbox, take a look at the draft preview and the area map. The preview details the main town, Port Marcester, and provides some background for the area already in political and arcane turmoil.


The Reaches of Welwood (PDF)

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The God-Seed Hath Awakened

Greetings,

Our newest product for DCC RPG has been released to the public on RPGNow. Currently, it's available in PDF, but we're working on getting the physical book published through the same vendor.

The God-Seed Awakens! 

Here's the product description:

A Secret Buried for an Aeon is About to Sprout!
From beyond our dimension, a living seed has festered here for an aeon. Within it lurks the nascent form of Akavala, the Ravenous Tree, dread ruler of a shattered world and its carefully gathered and subjugated protectors. Two of these powerful creatures escaped into the underworld drawing champions and enemies from the complex societies found there. As the god-seed grows, the world creeps closer to its doom.

The God-Seed Awakens is a Dungeon Crawl Classics RPG adventure intended for four to six 3rd-level characters.

Includes: Full adventure, a new patron, new spells, new magic items, the Living Weapons of the Empire of the Thal, and many many new monsters.

Front Cover: 


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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Letters from Punjar

Lake Geneva, Wisconsin (May 3, 2019) -- Almost forty-five years to the day a Lake Geneva city bus inexplicably exploded, killing dozens of passengers, the Wide Cosmos website has obtained what it reliably believes to be the personal journal of Albert Cardson, a China Studies professor on leave at the time from the University of Wisconsin and victim in the tragedy. At the time of his apparent death, Dr. Cardson was preparing for a trip to China to further research a book on the Qin dynasty. He left behind a wife, Carol Anne Mabry-Cardson, who died in 2015, and a daughter, Emma Cardson, an Off-Broadway actress who recently secured a role on the Netflix-original series, The Farthest Shore. Below is the first excerpt of Dr. Cardson's journal. Wide Cosmos has not revealed how they came to possess the journal, but have published three separate studies purporting to verify the work as authentic. Many have disputed these studies, but we present the currently published excerpts and will let our readers decide.


May 4, 1974, Lake Geneva, Wisconsin

Up early this morning and hoping for a good day. I went to the track and jogged. Made 2 miles before I wanted to die. Saw Coach Mickschl. I remember him from junior high -- he was a couple of years older than me. Still the same blowhard, bully. I wonder if the Badger track team will respond to his...badgering. They certainly looked downcast.

Carol worked late again last night. I know I'm supposed to be an enlightened fellow, but it's hard to focus on the accomplishments of women's lib when I'm burping a baby at 3am and wondering where my wife is. She is supposed to be off this weekend, so maybe we can take a trip with the baby this afternoon.

It is still strange not having classes this year, but I hope to finish my latest book on the Qin dynasty before the next year begins. I made a lot of progress last week and am hoping to push through to this week. I will have to make a trip to Lintong next month. The discovery there of the terracotta warriors and horses has finally freed up some much needed grant money. I have to remember to call Frank today to find out the details. This convergence of discovery and my specialty has breathed new life into my work. It's a very exciting time!

Gas has become so expensive, there's no way I could commute from here. I've been prepping Carol about a move back to Madison. Perhaps I can find something off campus this time. The sheer number of protests last year drove Carol a bit batty. It's probably inconceivable to bring the baby into that environment. Though there has been little violence, there's an air of chaos on campus. This Nixon business... I sometimes wish that something would cause that bastard to leave office early.

I have to wrap this up. Mary Jean is here to watch the baby while I catch a bus to the library. Hopefully she can keep Emma quiet so Carol can get some sleep.


September? 4 months after...

I cannot express in words that any sane person could understand the strangeness that has befallen me and a few of my fellows. I read back over my previous entries knowing they are the minutiae of another man. I cannot conceive that person.

Where do I start?

I was late for the bus, but Randy stopped 100 yards from the bus stop to let me in. I have wondered how happy I would have been if he'd just driven away and left me panting and irritated in the early Wisconsin summer sun. My thoughts of Qin Shi Huang and his first unification of ancient China turned to sudden horror as the bus plummeted into, what we all believed at the time, an inexplicable sinkhole. What followed was an unending scene from a nightmare that I know now will never end.

The bus lay in a great dark and hot space -- why? Because a river of lava crept up on it like a snake of fire. And from this smoky hell walked demonic creatures, humanoid, with the countenances of great lizards or dinosaurs. In the chaos that followed, several of the passengers were slain on the spiked clubs of these horrors. As we scrambled to save ourselves from demons and hellfire, there was little thought to the implications of our predicament. Theories of movie sets and a vast inexplicable prank were quickly dispelled however. Among the dead was Randy the bus driver, his head stove in. I've never before seen a man killed, though we've been barraged with images on the TV of death and war in Southeast Asia. And the lizard creatures? They proved to be quite real, and, in a scramble of chaotic cooperation, we mighty few managed to kill them before any more of our number were lost.

Fleeing from the bus, which by this time was consumed by the inexorable river of fire, we managed to find passage out of the cavern and into a stone complex of archaic design and construction. Still under the belief that we were in some strange government facility lurking under the streets of Lake Geneva, our only thoughts were to find stairs or elevator or even someone in charge and make our way back to sunlight.

And things got even stranger. By smoking torchlight, our only source of illumination, we found a shrine to some forgotten cult, imbued with electrical properties that killed another of our number. Acting on the instinct of a scholar, reaching for any clue that might explain where we were, I studied this shrine and various sigils and runes found there. Though my specialty is Chinese studies, specifically the Qin dynasty, I have read widely in the general field of history and archaeology. Not only was there no correlation between the symbols and any language I've encountered, there were unexplained phenomena at work that drove me to convince the group to keep moving. The hair on my neck stands on end just thinking about it.

Through smoky hallways and dim torchlight, we finally discovered that...we were not going to easily find our way home. One of the rooms revealed, through an open, but barred window, that we had emerged from an underground complex near the peak of a great mountain. Outside, an untouched and primordial land stretched in all directions. I saw no cities, roads, telephone poles, airplanes...nothing. The land was reminiscent of my travels in Nepal as a younger man -- mountainous, untouched...savage. When Coach Mikschl emerged from one room screaming about a dragon that had devoured the deputy mayor of Lake Geneva, I was convinced that, not only was I trapped in a vivid and inescapable nightmare, but that somehow my tortured brain had populated it with my former bus passengers, though I did not even remember seeing Coach Mikschl on the bus! I began to wonder if I had experienced a stroke or aneurysm while on the bus and lay somewhere in a hospital, Carol and the baby hovering over me, while my brain tried to find its way back to wakefulness.

Through further horrors, we as a group emerged on top of an expansive tower at the very pinnacle of a stone fortress. Creatures similar to those first encountered, but these winged, guarded a hooded man seemingly engaged in devilish rites. Again the hairs on my neck stand on end at the thought. It was as if the man controlled gouts of molten rock, which jetted forth at his gestures and guttural shouts. Though it pains me to admit, I cowered here, overcome finally by the oppressing unreality of the situation. I dimly perceived my companions taking action. A boxer, who's name I did not even know, was torn apart by one of the winged demons. Others fell, as well. There were gunshots and unearthly music from a strange bone whistle found by one of our party in the depths of the fortress.

I clearly remember, however, the exclamation mark on the scene, which cemented for me forever that this is not a fever dream. And that I am, in fact, a man cast through the winds of fate and... time? Truly on an other world. A dragon, black as hate and larger than a jumbo jet, rose from the depths of the canyon below. Fire and black smoke billowed from its nostrils and the mere grumble preceding its roar shook the very foundations of the strange fortress. At the beck of the strange bone whistle held by a man I've since come to know as Gary, an eagle...but such an eagle, easily the dragon's twin in size and ferocity...raced across the sky, collided with the hell beast, and the two, screaming and roaring as they clawed at each other, fell into the canyon below.

A doorway appeared, its aperture shimmering with an unholy light. Without another thought, we as a group rushed through it in the illogical (?) belief that perhaps the way was home.

It was not.

I sit in a drafty room, upon a lice-ridden bed in a traveler's inn within a sprawling proto-medieval city that the locals call Punjar. Our little band of misfits has drifted apart these last few months. The last I saw of Coach Mikschl was the gleam of his whistle (the only artifact he's kept from his old life) as he boarded a wagon east for parts unknown following rumors of a seer that might have information about our world. We have agreed to meet back in Punjar in six months. I am left with Chester. Oddly, he was a lifeguard in Lake Geneva. I remember him, actually. He audited one of my classes in Madison when I was a graduate student. Together he and I have unwound the secrets of the trader's tongue spoken here and within the wider world, and we have delved into the secrets found in a great leather book we acquired in the stone fortress half a world...or half a universe...away. There are formulae....certain chemistry....I hesitate to call it magic, but there is no other word in English, Chinese or the trader's tongue of Punjar. Words spoken, gestures made, a pinch of this and that, and a channeling of energy that you can feel in your very bones. The laws of what I would call reality do not necessarily apply here. Chester and I agree that it may be our only way home. So, together we have studied the book, consulted with ancient crones, a young woman of startling beauty, and a few other sordid individuals in order to understand this other, arcane language and the methods of its execution into magic.

Another rumor has reached us, and we depart before the sun breaks the horizon. An oracle said to live in a rude cave a few days travel to the north may hold the secret to our escape from this strange world. A hearty walking stick and travel bag in hand, I am away in a few hours. Sleep is impossible, before I venture again into a world that, though I now believe, I can only pray to eventually understand.



Friday, March 07, 2014

Why You Shouldn’t Crowdfund Your First Special RPG Flower

After sitting on the sidelines and watching a number of crowdfunding opportunities, I decided to back three crowdfunding efforts over the last few months. All three completed successfully in the last 30 days, and I have high hopes that they will deliver.

The three I backed were the Barrowmaze Complete Indiegogo campaign, the Castles and Crusade Codex
Barrow Guardians
Nordica Kickstarter and the DCC Dice Kickstarter from Impact Miniatures. Grand total, these guys raised $75K between them and they each filled a niche in my personal gaming that no one else was approaching through the traditional marketplace.

That being said, I'm here to say that you should not consider crowdfunding your first special RPG flower. Why, you ask? But, I could raise tens of thousands of dollars and the sky would be the limit!

No. It won't. Without any experience with what it takes to bring a product to market in this industry, all you're doing is setting yourself up for failure, potentially destroying your reputation in the community, and adding to the general anti-crowdfunding sentiment that's beginning to grow within RPG circles and spreading to other creative endeavors that are now traditionally crowdfunded. Aside from that, focus on CREATING your special flower. Once it's actually created, then think about how you're going to publish it.

Trust and the Idea of Crowdfunding

There was quite a buzz over the last two weeks concerning the kerfluffle with John Campbell's meltdown
I'm a Raging Millennial! 
over his wildly successful kickstarter to produce a compilation of his comic Sad Pictures for Children. Seems that money was suddenly a "huge and terrible joke" and he decided to burn the rest of his books rather than deliver them to supporters. He was going to burn 1 book for every request for delivery that he received (and managed to hook in 127 folks to support his performance art tantrum).

Has this seriously eroded trust in crowdfunding? I don't know, but it certainly shined a spotlight on a high profile failure to deliver. RPG fans are very familiar with large and well-supported crowdfunding efforts going south -- Mike Nystul's various scams and James Maliszewski's disappearance from the scene being the most high profile. Heck, I've even been involved in one where the publisher disappeared before delivering all of the promised goods (Angels, Daemons and Beings Between).

This made me very skeptical of the crowdfunding concept. But, there's nothing wrong with the concept -- it's pretty pure and obvious: Help a person with a dream realize that dream and get a few rewards for it.

The thing that really changed my mind though, was that, after researching I found that failures are not the norm for the experienced. There are lots and lots of crowdfunding efforts that deliver all or most of their promised goods. Monte Cook's Numenara is a great example, as is the Shadowrun Returns mega-kickstarter. And aside from the high-profile ones, there are hundreds of creators that get their support from crowdfunding and deliver on a regular basis. I backed one of +Jeff Dee's and was extremely happy with it -- both the fact that I helped fund the recreation of classic D&D art and in the more physical rewards.

It's the idea of reaching out and giving a hand to those that have a little dream to create something -- to put their stamp on something that they've probably dreamed about all their lives -- that keeps me going back to find that pet project that I want to say, "Yep. This is it. I'll help you."

But, I won't just help anyone.

Why did I back them?

+Greg Gillespie is my hero. Not like superhero, taught me how to tie my shoes hero, but a really cool guy that took his home campaign and made a damn good product with it. He's a model of a DiY developer and publisher that inspired me to take the plunge and publish my own stuff. I love Barrowmaze I and II. The two together are the perfect mix of standard dungeon crawl, with a lifetime of creativity between the covers. It's not a stacked dungeon with goblins, orcs, and bugbears. Sure, there are regular zombies and skeletons and stirges, etc, but there's so much more. I've run Barrowmaze games using Labyrinth Lord, standard AD&D, B/X D&D, DCC RPG, and I'm going to run some Castles & Crusades characters through there. I have a feeling it would stand up to conversion to Savage Worlds, Mutant Future, or anything else you wanted to throw at it. He took the regular old D&D ingredients and made a fucking awesome cake. I played Barrowmaze with him at the helm at North Texas RPG Con and it was one of the highlights of the Con. I wished I could have played for 12 hours in that dungeon. So, that's why I backed it -- a new book with a combined Barrowmaze I and II, with lots of new content and a pack of miniatures. Greg has delivered on a previous kickstarter (Barrowmaze II), so I could see that, not only was he integrated into the gaming community, he had a track record of producing product and the integrity to deliver it.

For similar reasons, I backed +Stephen Chenault's Codex Nordica for Castles and Crusades. He has a long history of delivering quality product and I love the system. It was the first "4th edition flight" system that I embraced and has the right mix of old and new to make a really workable and extensible system. I'm really looking forward to a viking-focused campaign guide and the supporting adventures that Brian Young is developing for the campaign.

With the Impact Miniatures DCC dice kickstarter, I felt like I took a risk, but a calculated one. +Joseph Goodman gave his endorsement of the effort, as did a lot of the DCC community. They are an operating concern and seem to be well respected in the marketplace. And, hell, we need more DCC dice!

The theme that runs through these three is that the publishers/developers are known to me -- they have a track record of producing product, so they know what it takes to get this stuff out to people relatively on time.

They have created stuff in the past that doesn't suck. I think this may be the most important thing. I've seen their work, and it's good. It fits my definition of creative and innovative.

I also feel like that if they ran into trouble, they would be completely forthcoming to their backers and not disappear like others have done. In my research, I just couldn't back someone that wasn't established in the community, and more importantly, understood the business side of this equation. It's not just a dream that you're selling to your backers, it's a certain understanding of the process of publication and delivery.

So, What're the Little Guys to Do?

If you're thinking about getting funding for your little RPG dream, my advice is this: Write and Publish the Damn Thing on Your Own. It's really not that hard and not that expensive.

Learn what it takes to actually publish a book before you start asking folks for help. We published In the Prison of the Squid Sorcerer for less than $1,000 of up front cost. That's with paying artists, writers, layout, and ancillary costs and having no prior experience with the publishing process. We were all writers, just not publishers. That book was fairly large and complex for a first effort. We tried to crowdfund it and were unsuccessful. After a little soul-searching, we decided to go forward with the book because we believed in the project (and the damn thing was already mostly written). And putting our money behind that belief showed the community that we were willing to take the risk that we were wrong. And then we let the marketplace decide if we were wrong or right. The book paid for its expenses within 30 days and was a successful product overall -- well received and has made enough for us to fund our next big project.

Start Small, Make it Original, Learn from Your Mistakes, Build Trust

That's really it. Build a product that's small enough for you to handle, test all the various processes that it takes to get the thing published and to the market, and then let the community decide if you're right. If I trust you, I'll bet on your next project (or maybe three projects down the road). If your dream proves to fit some niche at my gaming table that the rest of the market isn't filling, I'll back you. Most of all: Believe in your dream enough to risk your own cash and reputation before you ask someone else to risk theirs.

I'm not even sure if this needed to be said, but there it is.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Arcane Patron Generation and an Obscure Patron


My last blog post spawned a few questions about the half-baked Patron Generator that I posted. I started explaining in the comments, but it probably would do best with an actual example.

+Edgar Johnson +J├╝rgen Mayer +Eadwin Tomlinson

The first patron I wrote for Angels, Daemons and Beings Between was Tareus, an obscure little patron found in an asteroid crater on the Ateo plains. I actually used the generator to drag out some ideas before I developed it. The idea of this generator (and any random generation of content) -- at least for me -- is to get the soup to a slow boil. Especially when I'm sitting down to a blank page with a vague requirement and little context. Tareus wasn't used in that book, so it's a good example of how this whole "generator" came about and what it produced.

The generation tool that I banged together sets up a basic system for determining a patron's reach and influence in relation to other patrons. Some patrons are spirits of a specific grove of bamboo, while others are nearly (or actually) major deities. The table on Tab 1 merely codifies what it means in game terms to be a patron of obscure, petty, minor, etc. reach and influence. The idea of supernatural being power level was cribbed, incidentally, from the Wilderness Hexplorer Revised (random PDF from the internet) which was in turn cribbed from various Judge's Guild books. I was looking for a way to describe lesser powered patrons, and that was most helpful.

So for Tareus, I decided he's an Obscure patron. The second table on Tab 1 gives an indication of what an obscure patron's reach/influence is as well as some indication of game-rule type stuff.

As an obscure patron, Tareus only has 1 or 2 Invoke Patron results (see below), no patron spells, no other known spells, and only a 5% chance to obtain any given spell at any given time. The obscure patron has one Sphere, which is merely an aspect of reality that is intimately tied to the patron... Spheres...

The intention was to create a graduated table of spheres (from Petty to "Concept") that could define the patron in a kind of god-like way. So, like Thor is the god of Thunder, Tareus is closely associated with Fire and Ash. Not directly like a god, but more of a being of that substance, concept, etc. This is more to get your brain going on how the patron appears, interacts with reality, and this probably also informs Invoke Patron results, spells, etc. Anyway, I never got to the graduated part of the Sphere table.

So, Tab 2 is merely a bunch of concepts grouped under a heading. So, for instance, there are Elemental spheres, Geographic, etc. Tareus ended up with aspects of fire and ash, which led me to think of a crater and an alien asteroid inhabited by some being.

The Generator tab (Tab 3) takes the concept of Invoke Patron results and breaks it down into broad concepts. First, an explanation of the table.

Roll Level refers to the level of results on the Invoke Patron table:

Roll Level Invoke Patron Result
1 12-13
2 14-17
3 18-19
4 20-23
5 24-27
6 28-29
7 30-31
8 32+

So, Tareus, as an obscure patron, only has two Invoke Patron results. Meaning if your wizard's Spell Check is 18 or higher, there's no additional result.

The left column of the Invoke Patron results table show broad classes of manifest powers when your patron is invoked. So, Boost might mean an ability is increased, an attack or damage bonus is gained, hit points are increased, etc. Attack and Protection are self-explanatory. Escalation just means that the previous result is enhanced in some way (as seen in any DCC spell). Summoning brings some servant of the patron to the wizard's aid -- attack, defense, whatever. And Control is the class of mind-affecting results: charm, etc.

You can roll on this table or just use it to get the juices flowing.

I created the classes of results by taking all of the existing patrons in the DCC book and breaking down the Invoke Patron results, stacking them, sorting them and classifying them. Deep deep nerd shit. I'm seriously surprised that a woman ever kissed me, much less married me and conceived children with me...

Back to Tareus, as a being of ash and flame, I chose to give him an attack and a defensive result for his two invoke patron results.

Also consider that if your patron is less powerful than the "standard" patron (so anything less than "major" using this system) then reduce the number of Patron Taint and custom Spellburn results, as well.

And when considering reach/influence of the patron -- think about its whole concept. Tareus came to the world in an asteroid and his power is generally confined to the area of the crater where it landed. However, should the wizard create a special container from the asteroid and conduct a ritual, the wizard has a handy "god in a bowl" that can extend Tareus' reach. This quickly becomes a built in motivation for the patron -- using its servants to increase its power, influence and reach.

So, this is Tareus, in all his might and glory. 

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

It's a Patron Generation


Back when I wrote for Angels, Daemons and Beings Between, a book chock full of patrons for DCC, I started out by analyzing the extant patrons in the core book and the few fan made ones that existed. I did this by stacking all the like results and pulling out some common data for each: Power, Type, Duration, and any "specials" which were results or extra effects that didn't fit. This, surprisingly, produced a bit of a pattern, at least to my eyes.

Taking that data, I built a rosetta stone to randomly generate Invoke Patron results for a given patron. I used it a little bit and didn't necessarily like the results, but the data pattern was still really useful in thinking about how to build something as complex as a patron. It might actually be useful for building spells, as well (I haven't thought about this), but +David Baity asked about spells, and I thought of this tool.

Anyway, I pitched it up on Google Drive for anyone that wants to see some of the behind the scenes madness that I started out with to come up with 20 or so patrons, and still use to some degree, today. What I found: Making Patrons interesting, unique and, more importantly, playable, was not easy. But, ended up being fun.

My suggestion: Don't make a patron outside the context of your campaign. Think about how that supernatural being, competing with various other supernatural beings in the world for servants, fits in that world -- and how does it compare to others. They should not all be at the same "power level." And they should NOT follow a pattern. So, forget I said that.

Patron Worksheet -- Enjoy!


Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Shaloth, the Dying God

The Dying God

Deep in the underworld, creatures have gathered around a feathered dragon-like creature, once a prisoner of Akavala's god-seed, and now an ailing demi-god to a growing cult. She is Shaloth, the achechari, once a majestic warrior against the depredations of the Ravenous Tree. Rituals and sacrifices now draw leathery eggs from the mewling and soul-wracked being, still struggling against the influences of the god-seed. 

Will the characters join with this alien being against the god-seed and Akavala? Or will the forces of Law compel them to destroy the cult and their god? 

Here's a preview of Shaloth, the Dying God (PDF), including a snippet of the cover, by none other than +Doug Kovacs



The God-Seed Awakens is a DCC RPG adventure by +Paul Wolfe and forthcoming from Mystic Bull Games. Look for it on RPGNow/Drivethru RPG in PDF and Print in February 2014. 

And check out our other previews of The God-Seed Awakens