So, where were we? This session is probably going to be more roleplay heavy, and therefore more story heavy. Not much else to say, so let’s just get down to brass tracks.
So- after a few encounters I’ve realized that there is pretty much no way that we’re going to be able to complete this book without some kind of NPC aid. However, as best as I know there isn’t really specific rules on how to handle permanent NPC companions. Now- I could handle this the way I would normally, by making PCs and treating them like NPCs, but-
That’s not really going to work when I’m also the PC. Therefore- we’re going to make some different rules on how to handle these Companions Characters (CC) in this game.
We’re going to start by using their base NPC character blocks. For example, let’s say we have a Commoner join us for our adventure. Here’s their statblock.
Now- that’s fine but when they actually start killing creatures and gaining XP, that’s not going to make sense to just keep these blocks. There’s two ways that I can see us leveling them up. First option- when they gather enough XP we give them actual PC levels in a class that makes thematic sense. For example, say our commoner spends most of their time cowering behind cover and throwing daggers or firing crossbow bolts at enemies. Logically- that means that this creature should either become a Fighter or a Rogue, the real clincher to deciding what they would become; would be if there is a character with PC levels to train them in that class! I like this for a bunch of reasons- but mostly because this means that they would be stronger on an easy to measure scale.
The other way that I was thinking of- would be a more evolution like method. In this case, when the CC gains enough XP they can change their statblock into another NPCs. Let’s look at our commoner again- in this case when they’ve gained a certain amount of XP- they can become a Guard! Let’s take a look at that statblock.
So- we need to figure out how much XP it would require for a Commoner to change into a Guard. Now the thing that stands out to me for making this transition would be the Challenge rating. Now- just as it is, it is kind of low. It would only require a Commoner to only kill a single Kobold. So, let’s increase the amount of XP required based directly on the Challenge rating. I’m thinking of simply multiplying it by 4 times. So in this case it would mean that our Commoner needs 100 XP before they can evolve into a Guard. I like this method. I don’t really have strong reasons why- but I like it. It also limits how strong a CC can get, as they still need some kind of statblock to evolve into. I’m probably going to use this one.
But yeah- so that’s how we’re going to be handling CCs in this game.
Right, so here we go. Next thing that the book requires us to do is to make our way to the keep. We were supposed to get directions towards it from Cuth and Linan, but since one of them died a horrific death and the other has fled with their children (no doubt to die), we instead have to wing our way there… yeah this isn’t going to go well.Read More »
Let’s build a world!
The first thing that I do at least when creating any new fantasy world- is start with a creation myth. That basics of how your world was created I find, usually leads to filling it rather easily. Let’s start with the Why.
Why was our world created? To fulfill a purpose or simply to exist. One of my favourite book series- The Belgariad- by David Eddings, has two battling prophecies for what purpose the world was created for. Everything that ever was and ever is- was building to that purpose. Personally I find that way too stuffy for a fun fantasy romp- so let’s just go with the fact that this world simply exists. Or- we could go with the lonely god story.
There was once a being of immense power. As it took in breath the very winds of the world flew towards to it. As it took steps, the ground itself rose to meet it. As it’s heart beat, the seas shifted to match it’s tempo. Yet, for all of it’s power it was alone. There was naught a single being other then it. For a while, the being took pride in this. It roamed the world and shifted it at a whim. Brought forth massive towers and mountains and it saw fit. Changed the coast and brought forth the oceans on a whim. Cultivated vast forests in minutes and burned them once they had reached the sky. Yet- it was still alone. There was naught a single being for it to boast to. Soon, this wasn’t enough. Soon- it wished- it wanted- it needed others. It’s first attempts to bring forth companions were clumsy. Monstrous creatures that knew nothing but hunger and wrought forth destruction on it’s world. It was undeterred however. It kept trying. It kept making new creatures and soon it’s world was filled with other voices and sounds then it’s own. The wind no longer answered to only it’s breath. The ground no longer had only it to bear. The seas now followed another’s beat. This was not what the being wanted. The being wanted others to merely bask in it’s power- not to take it from it. It struck down it’s creations. It struck against the very world it once ruled. There was silence once more. Naught but the being to bask once more it’s own power.
Time passed. The world saw more change as the being once again tore it apart and rebuild it as it saw fit. Time passed still- and the being once more felt that pang of loneliness. It wanted others once more, but it was warily. Would it not just feel the same pain as it once had. Creating once again creatures to steal from itself? Time passed as the being thought. Eventually- time won. It created new beings- this time making sure to seal them away from itself. It kept most of the world to itself, but gave it’s new creations part of it. Time passed as the world was once more filled with sounds of voices not it’s own. These new creatures worshipped it- held it up and above everything. Then- something the being never had considered happened. One of the creatures it had created- ceased to exist. It simply stopped being. The creature flew into a rage- rending apart the world it had kept to itself. In it’s rage it created more and more. It sprang forth an endless sea of new creations as the first he had created still continued to stop being.
Time passed and it was almost alone again. No matter how many creatures it made- the dying overtook it. There was only so much time. It knew then- that something must be done. Something must be done to stop the endless tide of time. In it’s pondering it realized something. It could give itself to all it’s creations and allow them to create more. It could let the winds, the ground, the seas follow them, and in doing so ensure that the world would never be empty. It wasn’t without thought that the being knew this was why they had come into the world. It was for this reason and this reason only that the being hadn’t stopped being. And so, the being did so- and in it’s end- ensured the world it grew to love and cherish would never be without caretakers.
Right- something like that. I like it- it also gets rid of something I hate dealing with in worlds and stories. Actual living deities. Deus Ex Machina is a tired trope for a reason eh? Anyways now that we’ve created our world- we need to actually fill it with these creations and beings. I’ll be going over some standard fantasy races and essentially spicing them up to my own liking in the next few posts. Then we’ve got to get the geography of the world down, and finally some basic history.
From then- maybe some short stories in the world to make it feel more real, but yeah- who knows where this could go!
We are going to be trying this once more! It’s been a long time so we’re not going to be continuing what I started previously- hence the title, but we are going to finish this adventure path. I’ve been doing some thinking on how I want this to run as well- and I’m going to try and limit each session to about one encounter. Hopefully that makes these posts shorter and quicker to pump out.
The rain drops falling from the sky hitting my back bring back to consciousness. My head is pounding and my vision blurry- I can feel a bright hot pain coming from my chest.
Blood leaks from my chest and onto the concrete road beneath me, and a chill starts to seep into my bones.
I can vaguely hear shouts of some kind- but the sounds all around me start to get quieter and quieter.
I close my eyes.
[Initiating Rebirth system.]
[Rebirth has failed. Error 9xe85]
[Initiating fallback system.]
[Fallback has failed. Error 4xe2]
[Placing target in first available slot.]
The next time I open my eyes I’m shocked to realize that the pain that was haunting me before had faded away. I blink once or twice, my vision clearly as I look upwards. A bright afternoon sun shines above me.
“Weird- why am I still outside?” I mutter to myself as I try to life myself off the ground.
I lift myself up and attempt to stand up- except- my arms are green. My- my arms are green.
“Wha-” I’m cut off by when a shadow suddenly covers me. I look up to see a bird the size of a elephant leering at me.
I only have a second to react before it suddenly pecks forwards directly at where I used to be lying- I mange to jum- no leap out of the way flying what feels like twenty feet away.
The bird gives chase and I keep leaping towards a hole in the ground. Diving into I let out a scream as the bird sticks it’s head into the hole after me.
It stops near inches away from me as it’s beak opens and closes trying to reach me.
I inch further away heading deeper into the hole the clacking of the peak still behind me.
“What the fuck is going on.” I scream in my head as I slow my pace and take a look around, for being so deep under ground it’s oddly bright.
I spot a large puddle of water and a sudden thirst overtakes me. I hop twice towards it and bend my head down to take a deep drink. Lifting my head the water settles and I freeze when I see my reflection.
Looking back at me were two large yellow eyes with black pupils. There were surrounded with a green slimy looking skin.
Quite frankly- my reflection was showing a frog.
I was a frog.
My eyes open slowly and I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom. I blink once, twice and then a third time as I clear the fog from my mind. Sitting up from my bed I realize that I had fallen asleep on top of my made bed. Without thinking I let out a long yawn.
“Weird, it feels like I haven’t slept at all,” I mutter to myself as I look around my room. It’s in pristine condition the usual mass of clothing that hides my carpet nowhere to be seen. Someone, probably my mom, must have gone through and cleaned up my room when I was asleep.
My stomach grumbles and a sudden aching hunger strikes me. It feels like I haven’t eaten in years. I wearily get up from my bed and head out of my bedroom, the sounds of cutlery clinking on plates comes clearly rings throughout the hallway. Mom must have made breakfast already, though I pause at that thought and look towards the window at the far end of the hall.
The night sky stares back at me and I furrow my brow in confusion. “Did, I sleep though the day?” I rack my memory trying to figure out when I had gone to bed, but- I can’t really remember anything.
I bite my lip absently as I start to head downstairs, worry now starting to plague my thoughts. Did I drink last night? How drunk did I have to get to not even remember coming home or going to bed? How hungover must I have been to sleep through an entire day?
Each question I think of brings forth more questions but before I can start to answer them my breath catches in my throat at what I see at the dining table.
I blink once, twice and then a third time. My brain still doesn’t seem to comprehend what I’m seeing.
At the dining table is my mom, my dad and- me. Or at least someone who looks exactly like me wearing- I look down to myself- exactly what I’m wearing. I don’t understand. How could I be sitting at the table, unless I had a secret twin that no one told me about- this should be impossible. I take a step forwards into the light of the dining room and my mom looks up from her meal and locks eyes with me.
They widen briefly- and I feel the urge to shout, to scream that they were in danger from whatever this doppelganger sitting at the table with them is, but before I can get the words to from my mom sighs.
“You have another one,” she says to my clone sitting at the table, “Try to not make a mess this time.”
“What are you talking about?” I manage to force from my throat as I stand up from the table, or at least my spitting image does.
They look at me and shake their head, is that really how I look? I think to myself as they begin to walk towards me.
I lock eyes with them and a primal fear fills my soul. My breathing speeds up and I can feel my heart racing. I never realized that my eyes were so dark. They come closer and I find my limbs frozen, my hands shaking at my sides as they step forwards closer and closer.
Before I can react I’m on the floor.
I raise my hands to try and push them away but their already on top of me.
My arms are pushed under their legs and they raise a fist above my head.
The first blow makes me dizzy.
The second breaks my nose and I taste blood in my mouth.
I’m screaming now, shouting at the top of my lungs for someone to help me.
I manage to raise myself up enough to catch a glimpse of my parents but they’re simply silently eating dinner.
Why aren’t you helping me!? The words never make it out of my mouth as my mirror image places their hands around my neck and halts them. They begin to tighten-
Tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter.
My breath stops coming in as they block my throat. The need to cough starts to drive me insane as spit fills my mouth and blocks even more air from reaching my lungs.
Dark black spots start to fill my vision and a buzzing starts to fill my head.
“Third one this week,” I hear my mom mutter, “You really do need to do something about this.”
My dad laughs at that as I lay there dying.
The other me locks eyes with me one last time, their face apathetic.
My eyes open slowly and I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom. I blink once, twice and then a third time as I clear the fog from my mind.
“Weird, it feels like I haven’t slept at all.”