Ten Things I would do if I were a Surgeon in a Grimdark Fantasy Setting, Part 01

Bullets! Forty years I have watched as military arts evolved, changing the balance between  all those different peoples who move in and out of the Barrowlands, bringing with them an ever-more complex array of ranged weaponry. These...guns, as they are called, are fascinating contraptions; I have seen a squadron of ill-prepared mages ripped apart under a single round of... Continue Reading →

Saturday Night Gaming: The Shrouded Isle

Have you ever dreamt of being the head cultist and spiritual leader of a small post-apocalyptic village, working to awaken your great patron-god, Chernobog? Was your dream colored in Lovecraftian greens? Did it look something like that? No? You've no clue what I'm talking about? Well, I can't say I blame you. This is the... Continue Reading →

Ten Things I would do if I were a Cave Troll!

Grumbrum live in cave. Cave pretty. Sparkle much. Really pretty! Little men come in cave! They poke Grumbrum with tiny hammers. Legs hurt. Stupid little men--dwarves. Dwarf soup delicious. Grumbrum happy. Long time come since Grumbrum have soup. Grumbrum hungry. He go out of cave. He miss cave! Little men throw wooden sticks at Grumbrum.... Continue Reading →

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