It's finally here! Our collaborative tabletop RPG dungeon for Blueholme, for 4-6 players, levels 3 and up. 76 pages, 2 levels, 47 encounters, lots of new creatures, items, a set of competition rules, and

Pixabay Without dropping names, I keep seeing attempts to add power balance into gaming material. I’ve seen this in blog entries, in a book I've worked on, and a handful other places. I thought the whole

Photos: Pixabay The beast awakened. He blinked slowly, reluctant to stir from the warm comfort of his hidey hole. Why was he here? He snarled, remembering. She'd lured him here with promises, changed him…fled

Pixabay Otto stared out at the trespasser from behind his rocky castle. He had never seen anything like the invader before. It must be a wild monster. It certainly looked wild. Otto clutched his magical

The mango harvest continues. There are so many I can't give them away. I'll probably start using them for shakes or something. I lose a bunch to the heavy rains, ghost ants, and an opossum that makes its

“Fuck!” pxhere.com Mishka wiped his eyes and stared down again. He contracted his diaphragm and exhaled hard, pacing in small arcs on hard table rock, breath in stable beats, fighting the urge to send

They called it the Year of the Golden Cloud. Pixabay Some say it was nearly seventy years ago now. A corrupt syndic ordered a throne carved from an exotic eastern tree. As the saws cut into the trunk,

Nothing else smells like pooling blood. Especially when it's yours. Photos: Pixabay, Pxhere Constantia blanched at the wound in her stomach. She never could turn her head in this helmet, and today proved

It all started with that goddamned ring. Photos: Pixabay, Pxhere, Wikimedia public domain Jackie shivered and forced herself to relax, adjusting her scarf to conceal her breath. Dawn lit the fallow vineyards

Pixabay This rune marked on Freyja's pool Sets the brow with a cunning jewel Then woe betide the middle realm When a wise maid swings the mighty elm Astrid ignored the moths batting the flickering lighting

First mango of the season. There are three different types in my yard, all fruiting like crazy. The Florida mango will come in later, and I'll get many hundreds, more than I can give away, trust me. :)

pxhere.com I'm born to grasp the carnal flesh In the simplest of fashions I speak to you of pragmatic need And baser sorts of passions My skin, your skin, but a flimsy space ‘Twixt nuzzling coupled shape

pxhere.com Three the shining strands awoke Of loving sound, in envy broke Supple supine splendor strung Smeared triple note cast crumpled, slung Stark the pretense, pretenders still Stalking whispers,

photos from pxhere.com They live in the walls around here. Tapping on the pipes and whispering to vermin. Clutching an old diamond ring or your missing lucky such-and-such. Listening. Some say that it’s

Pixabay The suspensor pad blew out at 120 kilometers per hour, a loud electric pop throwing sparks and shrapnel beneath the hover truck. Mishka cursed as the vehicle dipped half a meter in an instant,

Pixabay Seeing Diana rise from the ashes of the salon fire is the coolest thing that ever happened on our street. I know what you’re going to say: I’m crazy. But I know what I saw. Everyone did. C’mon

Wikimedia Commons The Archer was such a delicate painting. Darien smiled. It was an elegant weapon. He’d never even seen the piece firsthand, but Clarissa had described it to him once, along with its colorful

Hello! I’m just an average guy who loves to read and write creatively, especially fiction. I was graciously invited to join Steemit by @michelle.gent. I also just stumbled on the Writer’s Block workshops,

Source: Pixabay, RedHeadsRule She came straight out of the burning train, walking toward me. I use the rangefinder on my Olympus to close the distance; not a scratch on her. What the hell. I put down the