A very nice article on how to approach feeding your plots to your players to allow them to enjoy your campaign to it’s fullest.
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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 530 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 9 trips to carry that many people.
A small hand, held high above the heads of the children sitting on cold wooden floor of a reputable inn, caught the eye of the man telling the story. “What did they find in the ruins!?” The boy, probably around eight years of age, asked excitedly and the other children, around the same age, all nodded in agreement. Continue reading
Jorgrith walked down the pathway to the open road, which still contained traces of the previous nights storm. Puddles flooded parts of the road, and other parts were slewed with mud where dirt should have been. As he walked he found some of the men had waited on him. Two stood waiting in the road; Darreth, a built man in his mid twenties, and Terri, a boy at his early twenties that had the frame of a fencepost.
Darreth stood with his arms crossed, and Terri just looked happily at Jorgrith. They had all grown close in their previous company. Jorgrith had been cursed much longer than these two, as Terri had only become a rat within the previous year. He envied how little he had to experience, though, as Terri smiled and ran up to Jorgrith with enthusiasm, he was happy it had not spoiled his innocent nature.
“We were waiting on you, Commander!” Terri spoke Continue reading
The storm continued its onslaught of everything in the area, driving the were-rats crazy as they followed the vague scent of their target deeper and deeper into the flooded woods. It surprised them how quick this bastard was. They continued following until they knew they realized their target had stopped. The squadron of rats looked at each other through the dark and the rain. The head of the group, Jorgrith, signaled them to surround it. Each of them moved in closer, expecting to jump their prey and rip into their flesh. Just the thought made most of them lick their lips in anticipation. They all formed up around the spot, and began to hop out to grab the spot where their mark would be. They swiped at nothing, gnashed their teeth at the rain, a few blows hit allies causing minor scuffles. Jorgrith snapped two of the rat men where they were, chewing on each other due to one accidentally swiping another. The fight broke up quick and they looked around for the wizard.
He was nowhere, but his scent ended at the spot they were standing. That was when they saw it. Continue reading
Kayden dragged Clark along, realizing he didn’t tell him to close his eyes. Clark complained about such as they ran in a direction he couldn’t tell. He just knew that it continued to rain and pour across them. When he finally was able to see, after tripping his way through muddy ground, they had stopped over at the same outcropping of wall they had before.
“What was that!?” Clark exclaimed to his brother. Continue reading
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“Right, as my brother said.” Kayden spoke, moving farther into the room enclosing the space between himself and the bandit crew, but also moving out of the small entrance way they stood in. “So we will be taking this one.” With that he gave a smirk. Continue reading
Chapter 2 –
“I told you it was going to rain again!” Shouted Clark as they ran through a storm worse than the shower they had received earlier that day.
“It’s just a bit further!” Kayden yelled back, still not wearing his cowl which was allowing his hair to be soaked once more.
“What’s further!?” Clark asked, but Kayden didn’t seem to hear him over the thunder and rain. They just kept moving down a side path Kayden had suggested. He had no idea where they were going, but his brother had been certain that this would lead to some shelter for the rain. Kayden did know. He had planned to go down this road even if the rain didn’t fall. That just happened to work in his favor, and make convincing his brother to veer from their goal much easier. He knew exactly what lay beyond this path, and now it was just getting them there before the storm drenched them away, or worse something else found them. Continue reading
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