Good Game Night and Merch

Last night’s game went really well, with only minor fudging by yours truly to shift things along. We completed the adventure started for the charity stream with kobolds defeated and a hidden sub-basement discovered and cleared of menaces.

The whole thing is still available to watch on www.twitch.tv/princessleah1980 and will no doubt end up on YouTube at some point too.

I’ve just been absolutely exhausted all day, so just as well it’s been a day off. I may have spent a couple of hours this afternoon catnapping.

Oh, and there are some new designs up on Amazon UK:

We have “Phoenix Memories” available as a tshirt at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0929SMR7G/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_glc_fabc_7H0A2DSK83P6H84KKVYM

We also have a “Shimmering Rainbow” tshirt: at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0929WRWDS/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_glc_fabc_AGMN809HDBH6XSGBH7SG

And last but not least we have the DDC zipped hoodie available as well: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0927CX3NR/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_glc_fabc_E8V2J93CXA2QK643FDNE

I recently got promoted up another tier for Amazon Merch, so shall be having fun making designs available as we go along

Rumble in the Undercroft

Tonight’s session was fantastic, well-paced, and had sass and drama in equal measure. Great fun all round, had by all.

I’d planned out key milestones to help mark timings for the evening which left ample time for roleplay and plot elements to come into play – and with key events in early bouts being used to punctuate conversations, it kept a momentum going.

The wrestling references and in-jokes caused much eye-rolling from myr s and laughter from everyone else, so I’m glad I spent the time googling ring names.

A confidant of their host identified themselves as an agent of House Phiarlan, there was a meeting at last with Mr Friendly and Mrs Nice, there were fireworks and dancing lights, banners were made and flown, and Kerne made a new friend.

Oh, and in a bruising and tense knockout finale, Thorin won his match, much to everyone’s relief. Great fun, must do another one soon.

Game Prep

It’s been a bit of a lazy day, but I’ve done a fair bit of preparation for the Sunday game. The main map has been adapted, NPCs placed, and even some loose plotting sorted. I’ve also been creating a number of potential opponents for the main event, which is shaping up to be a WWE style pitfighting competition.

So far Iron Ryan (warforged unarmed combat champion), Rigger Reins (human drunken fighting monk), and Seck “The Snake” Saash (lizardfolk Eagle Totem barbarian) have been sorted out to join Thorin “The Firebringer” in the ring. I’ll finish off with Gorgeous Glorfina and The Chef (can you smell what he’s cooking?) in the morning.

Those who follow such things may have spotted some cheeky nods to well known ring names already. I have no shame…

Come join us at 7.30pm but don’t forget that the clocks go forward tonight here in the UK.

DDC Housekeeping

Just finished a great session for this week’s game. There were no great heroics or epic fights, but instead a quiet period of investigation and regrouping.

They now own a market stall, are setting up a WWE-style exhibition pit fight, and have found the culprit responsible for the pranks and missing items in their house: a surly boggle called Tanglefinger.

After a fight scene that owed more to Home Alone than The Raid, they captured the elusive and slippery fey, and eventually came to an arrangement to share their living space.

And we all had fun, and I broke out some silly voices, and it was pretty much all ad-libbed. A good session.

Next week? Who knows?

Oh, The DDC…

For those who haven’t caught up with Sunday’s streamed game, well where have you been? I knew it was probably going to be a bit random but I wasn’t expecting them to end up in a BDSM club.

On the one hand it was perfectly plot driven and was kept on the tasteful side, but it’s a stark reminder to DMs that any throwaway line can and will be used as a plot hook against you.

In this case it came from some abandoned and near ruined diaries found while investigating a deserted and haunted house. I was establishing the back story linking the owner of the house with another character that had previously been mentioned. A previous throwaway line of that character being a fugitive chemist and drugs being involved segued into the two mentioned characters being lovers.

This then led to a throwaway line of the DDC finding some erotic poetry between the two while searching through rubbish, and mention of some clubs that they’d frequented together. Having had a glass of whisky at the time I then made up some risqué sounding names.

This week, having rescued Coal, the DDC decided to go searching after the missing alchemist, and went looking for his previous haunts. This was where everyone produced their notes and said the name of the club they wanted to visit.

So instead of hunting after Warforged terrorists as I’d expected, they went clubbing, leaving Coal and Kerne behind to protect innocent eyes. Caeluma compared knitting and knotting techniques with a semi pro rope rigger, Thorin found his burgeoning pit fighter career made him a bit of a celebrity, and Valenia shmoozed for clues.

I have a vague plot now writing itself, but who knows where it’ll all end up…

Prepping for the DDC

Another game tonight, so as the last couple of weeks were intense fights and investigations this will probably be a bit more free-form and roleplay centred. There will be a week’s downtime to resolve, and that alone will likely determine the next directions taken.

With a largely character-led campaign I’m fully expecting some interesting side trips in response to the plot hooks I throw out there so my preparations are largely along the lines this week of some generic battlemaps that can be turned to a variety of uses. I’m posting them up in the Roleplay section as I go along, feel free to take a look.

It’s those adventurers again…

In terms of active plot lines: we currently have the missing Gnomish alchemist who fled from the university and his partner (Lord Rancaster) with a recipe for synthetic dream lily. We have the pit fighting scene that Thorin has begun to get involved with. We have random pranks by persons unknown in the DDC’s house, and we have the Warforged zealots following the Lord of Blades who were working with the Emerald Claw cultists who kidnapped Coal and used him to resurrect a Warforged Titan.

No doubt they will go investigate something else entirely.

Back to Work Tomorrow

I’ve enjoyed having a quiet day, left broadly to my own devices, while Lady M plunged back to work. Every now and then I heard fragments of new meetings, each dominated by how well she looks.

My work week restarts tomorrow afternoon for a short shift, so it’s a gentle ease back in – or that’s the theory anyway.

Today has been spent drawing, reading, and creating a new map that I’ve uploaded this afternoon. Games and Gaming has now been retitled as Roleplay Games in the menu as its a more focused description of what is there.

A new map appears!

All very civilised…

Bouncing Back

Been a lot brighter as the weekend has gone on, and thats been more than a little due to the anticipation of and running of tonight’s game, which just finished.

It was a battle-heavy game as the group tracked down the people and entities responsible for the recent carnage and kidnapping of their companion. I was concerned at one point that I might not have judged things well from a balance point of view, but a combination of luck (both good and bad), tactics, and planning saw it all work out, including Caeluma being the one to strike the fatal blow against the Bone Knight responsible for everything.

I’m all energised in a tired way from that, so with tomorrow being my last day on holiday I’ll spend some time working out the next chapter, and then preparing for a new week of strangeness.

Lady M is back to work tomorrow. I suspect there may be some swearing…

Short Story: Coal

In his dreams, Coal hears screams and the clink of chains rattling and sliding. Formless flashes of colour resolve into a series of static and disjointed scenes. His mind and body feel trapped in ice, unable to move or affect the parade of images forcing themselves on his mind’s eye. A cold lassitude lies on him, stealing his focus.

He sees the Last War, and the fighting in the streets against the risen dead. He remembers the sorcerous warriors clad in bone. The maniacs who slew the living and commanded their corpses, and the hatred in their eyes. He sees the Titans released. He sees buildings broken, bodies everywhere. He knows them.

Then he sees a face with horns curving from its temples. He hears shouts. He hears metal striking metal and the crackle of flames, and his eyes grow heavy.

Coal wakes. He is in a bed, limbs tangled in blankets and sheets. That alone gives him pause. Waking implies sleep and his kind don’t do that. Yet here he is, in a room he knows but rarely rests in.

Every part of him hurts. The enamels and brass-inlaid surfaces of his limbs are cracked, scorched, and riddled with holes. His joints whirr and crunch as he levers himself upright. His body, forged to fight where flesh would fail, has been greatly abused.

The cottonwool thickness shrouding his thoughts still lingers, deflecting his mind’s streams of awareness. The lenses in his eyes suddenly click and refocus, and with new purpose he pulls the sheet away.

The revealed wreckage of his body leaves him numb. There are rents in the steel plates, and missing panels that reveal damaged conduits, pistons, and cables woven to resemble bundles of muscles. There are scratches and gouges everywhere, and the discoloured blooms of scorching. What has happened?

Coal prods and tests the limits of the damage to his body in the morning half-light. With dispassionate care, he ascertains that he is functional and will heal. The act of assessing his own state allows his mind to start to catch up.

He remembers being restrained by dead things with the faces of friends. He remembers the bite of blades, and tubes being driven into him. He remembers the pale wight directing the corpses, and a man dressed in bones. He remembers the other two figures – warforged like himself – telling the wight what needed to be done.

Above all, he remembers the carcass of the reassembled Titan and what they did to him, and why.

His scream startles a cat-sized dragon snoozing in the rafters and it flees the room as fast as its butterfly wings can carry it.

He hears cries of alarm downstairs. Feet pound on the stairs. He is not alone.

DDC Returns this weekend

Game night returns this weekend now that Lady M is more recovered from her surgery. It will be streamed as usual on Twitch and YouTube from 7.30ish on Sunday. There’s a link in the main menu to the YouTube channel if anyone is curious.

Last time, the session ended with a pitched battle in a slum rookery, with zombies swarming the group. A slender unidentified undead warrior had been glimpsed before being scared away by Kerne’s illusions. As he retreated he was heard calling to someone to “rouse the titan!” And shortly afterwards the sound of something heavy could be heard pounding on a nearby wall.

So that’s where we’ll pick up on Sunday.