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Y'ALL THIS IS THE NEW WHITE HOUSE MONKEYPOX COORDINATOR HOLY SHIT
Biden really said "I think we need a raging queer leather daddy doctor to run the country's monkeypox response" and he was RIGHT
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Ember Rat – Tiny elemental, unaligned
“Some people have a great love for their pets. Checkers was very beloved by the artificer that owned him and he could not stand to lose him. The artificer also had a favorite lighter. He loved it, not as much as he loved Checkers, but it was his best lighter. With a technique he did not choose to write down, he bound his pet into it, making sure that Checkers would be around a lot longer than the rather short life span of a rat would usually allow…”
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Hey tumblr user spockoandjimjim how is that campaign you dm going
Well I’m glad you asked
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20 “Totally Not Weird” Things To Say To Your Players...
As far as your character can tell, there is nothing unnatural about it.
The trap appears to be disarmed.
Do you touch it, or are you just looking?
Who goes first?
From what you can see…
This room does not appear to contain anything.
There’s no visible effect.
You don’t seem to spot any traps in the immediate vicinity.
As far as you would know…
You feel fine.
Can I see your character sheet a second?
Can you describe in a little more detail how you do that?
What order are you walking in?
It doesn’t seem to do anything.
Are you sure about that?
You can certainly try!
How close do you want to get to it?
By the way, where exactly are you all standing?
Before you fall asleep…
I need to borrow a few more dice for a while.
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Monsters Reimagined: Baphomet, Demon Lord of Brutality, and his Cults.
Since I’m going to be using this demon lord as the driving influence for several future adventures, I figured it’d be a good idea to write up “my version” of the character and post it on this blog. If you’re interested in WHY/HOW my version differed from the original, feel free to click the “read more” link for a full breakdown of my process.
Background: Baphomet, the horned lord, king of bloodied conquest, is the demon lord of brutality, and the embodied spirit of power overcoming all restraints. His cult spreads among individuals who wish to use their personal strength to dominate the weak, as well as those who covet such strength for themselves.
Baphomet rose to prominence a scant few millennia ago, stealing his seat of power from a demon-lord of magic and cunning who sought to bind the great power he possessed for his own. The seed of Baphomet’s mythos was born when he used that power to break free and slay his rival, taking his labyrinthine domain and status as a king of hell for his own.
Adventure Hooks:
Baphomet commands his worshipers to prove their strength over those that would constrain them. His adherents are famous for constructing arenas where they can prove their mettle against challengers and captured beasts. The feircer the fight and greater the challenge, the stronger the victor must be, and thus more deserving of the Horned Lord’s gifts. Baphomet however is just as likely to bless those who defeat his unworthy petitioners, creating demon possessed beasts or unwilling oracles from those who fight their way out of these temple-arenas.
Those who use their natural strength to oppress others may sometimes find themselves courted by the servants of Baphomet, promising to guide them to greater glories if only they would dedicate their victories to the king of bloody conquest. Many giants, warlords, orcs, minotaurs and others blessed with physical might fall prey to these “easy gain” plied with arms and blessings that slowly drive them to challenge Baphomet himself… exactly as the demon lord intended.
The beast in the labyrinth loathes those who think skill or smarts can bend the world to their will, and delights in proving their infeiority by releasing vexing curses into the world for them to find. These curses often take the form of poisoned puzzleboxes, tomes that eat away at the mind like acid, labyrinths that shift and bury as they are explored, or treasure vaults full of traps that mangle those that try to “solve” them.
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Talk fantasy prosthetics to me.
An elf maiden dances on feet of living wood sung into shape, planted in soil and watered when she takes them off. Every year she plants the old ones and sings a new pair. (Incidentally, the pair of peach saplings from three years ago have produced an excellent crop- She makes preserves from them, and despite the inevitable jokes about “toe-jam”, they are appreciated.)
A dwarf king has a metal fist, all tiny gears and fine wires, kept wound by a mischievous mine-spirit bound to the spring as punishment- the more it struggles, the tighter the spring.
An orc chieftaness is regularly asked for the story of how she earned the name Wyrmthrottler- she boasts of how she strangled the dragon that ate her arm, and had her shaman make a new arm from its bones, with its fangs as the fingers.
A necromancer simply re-attached his old leg bones- Sacrificing a few mice each day keeps it going.
A pirate captain lost her arm to a shark attack: a passing selkie saved her, and gave her tattoos of kraken blood. Now she has an arm made of salt-water, that grows and wanes with the tides, and swings a cutlass as well as the original. (She doesn’t sail as far these days though: she doesn’t want her wife to worry.)
A wandering swordsman was broken at the waist- his ancestral armour allows him to walk again, as long as he keeps it polished, and burns incense to the ancestors regularly.
A high priestess has an eye made from a crystal ball- to predict the future, all she has to do is wink.
A bard was struck deaf by illness- he struck a deal with the god of music. Now he wears hearing-trumpets made from his old pipes, and dedicates his every song to the god of music- the better he plays, the better his hearing. (It is said his music could make statues weep, and he can hear a mouse fart at 60 paces.)
A princess has the arm of a golem, enchanted clay with mystic words carved in- her music tutor despairs of how her harp playing has become even worse, but her calligraphy tutor is ecstatic over her handwriting.
A goblin pickpocket has an arm made of whatever he steals- no-one feels his fingers, and even if they did, they couldn’t find their possessions amongst all the rest.
A witch has eyes made from shadow and starlight, given to her in a game with a demon. Nobody dares to ask what she wagered- they aren’t even sure she won.
A warg was born deaf and blind- his people learned of his power when the nearest birds started staring at them, and dogs pricked up their ears as he walked past.
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Real talk tho Mob is gonna grow up and choose some constructive but random-ass occupation like healthcare clerk or something idk but word of mouth means that everyone is going to know him as “my friend has a friend who also does exorcisms”
like maybe spooky noises have started coming from that sketchy chest freezer you bought off Facebook so you tell your friend and they say “oh yeah my cousin knows this dude, he can take care of that for you, called him last year to deal with a cursed bong, he’s 100% legit"
later that evening this COMPLETELY JACKED guy shows up at your apartment and you’re like What are you gonna do, punch the ghost or something? But no he politely asks if he can come in, stands in front of the freezer for a minute without doing anything, then tells you that the evil spirit is gone now and you can store your cowshare portion in peace. Whole thing seems kinda suspect but musclebro didn’t charge you anything and anyway the spooky noises have stopped so no harm done, right?
And then maybe a few months later your coworker tells you that they swear they saw this creepy headless figure walking home last night so you’re like, Y'know I know this guy, 100% legit, I bet he could look into it for you…
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Idea: some games like Monster of the Week have a mechanic for you to say “I prepared this beforehand” and have a plan, or a useful item. It’s also a feat in Pathfinder 2e! My house rule is that the player should describe a montage of the planning or the shopping.
You can extend this to other games too! Imagine a 5e feat where you can make an Intelligence roll once per day to acquire a tool worth a few gold, or a map fragment that can give you advantage on a single check. Failing the roll, however, might mean you got a false clue or a faulty tool.
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Obsessed with the idea of being a symbiont’s first host. Gaining pretty much nothing from the process because the only memories it has is of swimming around in a cave. Go worm, give us nothing.
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I think I’ve posted this before, but it’s a THING now.
In the game I DM, I ended up making up a recurring merchant NPC just for shits and giggles - a Kobold who calls himself Dumas and goes around selling strange magical/enchanted items which are… not as they seem. His prices are enticing, but the items have strange properties, and it’s a gamble to see if your investment is worth it.
My players love him so much they have taken to Sending him every time they want something new, and all of their party funds end up going to this little creature, who is delighted, and is now probably the richest bastard in all of Barovia. (Yes, this is in Curse of Strahd…. look, humor needs to be a part of EVERY game imo, even the Gothiest of them all.)
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When the party likes the doppelganger more than you (ft. voice guest Leeman Kessler)!
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you know how rich people do that awful thing where they fuel the illegal wildlife trade with their demand for exotic animals?
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Reverse feather fall that finds people sat still and just hurls them off the nearest cliff.
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some eldritch blasts
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Gotta keep a straight face u guys
based on this post
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One of the weirdly specific Dungeons & Dragons tropes it never really occurs to you to question until you take a moment to think about it is adventures where the player characters have to go down into the sewers because the terrible flesh-eating monsters the city keeps down there on purpose are getting up to no good.
Now, we could ask whether there really wasn’t any better waste management solution available than deliberately cultivating a pack of face-devouring hell-amoebas and turning them loose in the tunnels beneath our very feet, but I prefer to take it the other way: why is it only the sewers? What other deeply inadvisable monster-based civic infrastructures might one expect to see in a setting where this sort of tomfoolery is the norm?
Magma sprite streetlamps?
Haunted public libraries?
Mass transit landsharks?
There are so many possibilities – and so many adventure-worthy ways for them to predictably go horribly, horribly wrong!
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