A Study of Beholders

   With every year that passes, beholders are getting angrier.

   The beholder shown on the cover of 1975’s Greyhawk was just a smooth ball of baleful eyes floating around, expressionless. A wider, more distinct mouth was added in 1977’s Monster Manual, with silly grin and pointy teeth. Obviously, the wider mouth was put there to enhance facial expression. One central eye and a small piehole doesn’t allow for a very wide range. It’s a one-eyed fish kind of situation.

   With a wider mouth, you’ve got more options. The 1977 beholder seemed happy enough – and why would any beholder be unhappy? I’d certainly have a silly grin on my face 24/7 if I was lucky enough to fly and have a disintegration ray and a charm person ray!

   What I call the “unifrown” came along seven years later, in 1984: it was a stroke of genius by illustrator Steve Bisset.

   With both the wide mouth and the unifrown now in place, beholders could express almost any emotion they wanted – but they only became angrier and angrier. Why is that? I’ve always thought the Greyhawk beholder was eerily frightening with its blank stare and fishlike mien. And the Monster Manual beholder was creepy because of the aforementioned grin. “Look at that merry psycho sphere of evil!”

   The modern beholder, that lick-spittle ball of spikes and fury, is a little over the top for me. Why are they so angry all the time? Hey, Eye Tyrants, relax! You guys are way up there with the liches and red dragons. Chill out, will ya?

   There really isn’t much to go on in the 1983 article The Ecology of the Beholder. It reads more like a chapter in a novel about a boy who is probably going to become a paladin. The article only tells us that the beholder’s flight isn’t magical in nature, and that every beholder spits 1 to 4 eggs per year from its mouth. So, a dispel magic or an antimagic field cannot cause a beholder to drop down. Nothing would be more pathetic than a helpless beholder rolling on the floor, unable to fly. And beholder reproduction also seemed absolutely ludicrous. Imagine, if you will, those mating positions...

   All beholders spit eggs from their mouth.

   No sexual organs – maybe that’s why they’re so angry all the time.

   But let us dig a little deeper here. For instance: skull, or no skull? One could argue that the chitinous plates covering a beholder’s body are the only skeleton – or, in this case, exoskeleton – they need. But then again, they’ve got a wide maw with teeth, right? Teeth means jawbone, and jawbone means skeleton. Here is something Ed Greenwood and Roger E. Moore should have tackled.

   What would a beholder’s skull look like? It would need ten small holes for the eyestalk muscles and nerves to pass through, and it also implies that there’s an “open” spot down under, because if it was just solid bone all around, the articulation wouldn’t be able to open.

   A beholder’s stomach has to be located above its throat. When a beholder swallows its food, it swallows up into its stomach. (Yes, read that again.) The stomach connects to the intestines, and the intestines eventually circle all the way back to the underside of the spherical body, where the anus ought to be found.

   Older beholders would also have a sort of bulge underneath. With time, the inner organs would naturally begin to droop through the mandible aperture. An ancient beholder would look something like this:

   That’ll make ‘em angrier still.

   I guess I’m not helping much here.

Who Invented the Beholder?

   Allow me to reiterate something I have already touched upon in this blog. Beholders, in all likelihood, come from the fabled Tekumel “Eyes.”

   Professor M.A.R. Barker first published his Empire of the Petal Throne role-playing game in 1974, describing in it an array of 33 ancient technological devices looking like eyes, each one capable of shooting a ray of power in the direction it is pointed in. The “Excellent Ruby Eye” would cast the equivalent of a hold person or hold monster spell. The “Splendid Eye of Krá the Mighty” would shoot a powerful telekinesis ray. The “Eye of Frigid Breath” generated a pretty straightforward death ray (i.e. Save or die).

   This book was self-published one year before the Greyhawk supplement on the cover of which we can see the very first, expressionless beholder.

   What I think has happened is rather simple. Gary Gygax read about the Professor’s “Eyes” and thought, “How could these different shooting rays be thrown against a D&D adventuring party, but without the constant need of non-player characters to hold and operate the devices?”

   And the answer was, of course, take a bunch of “Eyes,” make them fly, and give them a will of their own. Theron Kuntz wrote that up, since Gary himself was so busy. After that, bundling up these eyes together was just a formality!

   I’m not saying Gygax and Kuntz plagiarized the Professor. You have to put yourself back in the 1974 frame of mind: they all borrowed from each other. Tekumel’s Ahoggyá is an obvious borrowing of Ashton Smith’s Tsathoggua – and the Ahoggyá itself inspired AD&D’s Xorn. You get the gist.

   Canonically speaking, Empire of the Petal Throne is a First Edition D&D setting, so why wouldn’t the Eyes have some obscure, arcane link to the beholders, and why wouldn’t the Xorns be distant “elemental” cousins of the Ahoggyá? I’m sure there is a way to link pre-béthorm Tekumel to prehistoric Oerth via Spelljammer. You just need the lawyers to agree – and why the hell wouldn’t they? Just imagine the galaxy-spanning science-fantasy campaign!

   There must be a Beholder homeworld out there somewhere, just like there’s definitely an Illithid homeworld. Let it be said that I, for one, would buy this book in a heartbeat.

Role-Playing Races

   Up until recently, there were no races in tabletop role-playing games, only caricatures.

   As you worldbuild, you are faced with several fundamental choices. First and foremost among those is the choice to invent new races to populate your world, or keep the Human races we know and love, and simply reinsert them into your creation. There is an abyss of difference between Empire of the Petal Throne and Warhammer’s Old World, and making a list of every fantasy setting in that intermediate space would be a daunting, herculean task. I like to think of Robert E. Howard’s “Hyborian Age,” one of the very first fantasy worlds, as being centrist – more or less.

   Howard’s races were inspired by the multifarious people and empires of real History (Mesopotamia, Egypt, Greece, et cetera), while Gloomhaven came up with a bunch of original, new races. Both choices work, mind you; but if you keep the Human races, the difference between your world’s social dynamics and Real Earth dynamics is really going to matter. If your world map resembles Real Earth geography but with no “Africa” (like Toril) or no “Israel” (like the Old World), you might get in trouble sooner than later. If the people with dark skin are Emperor, First Sword of Empire, and High Mage – like in Steven Erikson’s books – your worldbuilding is obviously more positive and modern. If there are no people of color anywhere except in far-off, uncivilized parts, your model is indeed outdated. The Hyborian Age of Conan was created in the 1930s. Middle-Earth was fleshed out in the 1940s. It is now 2019.

   Gloomhaven is basically the TV show Grimm, except that everyone is Bauerschwein, Ziegevolk, Blutbaden, et cetera, and “woged” permanently. There are no Humans, or perhaps they only appear much later in the story. The Inox look like Chaos Beastmen from Warhammer. The Vermlings look like Men of Leng from Call of Cthulhu. The Orchids are a fuchsia version of Avatar’s Blue People. Race problem solved, right? Well, it may be an easy way out after all, but still much better than Tolkien’s “swarthy” Easterlings and REH’s “mongrel” Stygians.

   Yet, basically, they’re still caricatures. All Inox are the same; there is no Inox scientist trying to figure out why the equinoxes drift along the world’s ecliptic.

   Caricatures are easy. They’re a template. It’s like choosing a class. You’re a ranger in Dungeons & Dragons or a good old P.I. in Call of Cthulhu or a kickass bounty hunter in Star Wars. Rangers and P.I.s and sci-fi bounty hunters are all the same. The rendering is automatic, and you can “see” the character almost instantly. Add a race to it, and it’s even faster. Elf ranger. Irish P.I. Trandoshan bounty hunter. Hobbit thief. There, you’re done!

   You can also create something completely new and challenging – but it requires a little more work. For the past 20 years, one of my friends have been playing a Human fighter who believes he is a Dwarf. His mother died somewhere close to a mountain pass, and the Dwarves who rescued the infant decided to raise him as one of their own. Klorghan is now a hulking, bearded, six-foot-tall warrior. Don’t tell him he’s Human, though, if you want to keep your head, that is.

   We’re also quite fond of caricatures when it comes to iconic enemies. “A necromancer lives in that old tower, and he’s got scores of Orcs under his command.” What DM never used that hook? Orcs got a raw deal very early on, aye; after decades of bad rap, they’re slowly and finally breaking out of that washed-out one-dimensional straitjacket.

   Now that we’re able to play a Lawful Good Orc paladin, or a Sun Elf assassin, is there any race left to be the iconic enemy? One answer is: choose anything not alive; golems, gargoyles, elementals, the undead... Another answer is: fight other “normal” people, and this one is rather interesting. Just get rid of Alignment. You’re going to square off against other people – not Evil people, but folks who want (or need) to achieve the opposite of what you want to achieve.

   Take Steven Erikson’s The Malazan Book of the Fallen, for example. In book #1, you have real, multi-faceted people (the Malazans) fighting against other real, multi-faceted people (the population of Darujhistan). Book #1 is awesome. In book #3, Darujhistan and the Malazans unite to defeat evil, disgusting cannibals. Book #3 is crap. In book #4, everyone unite (even the undead!) to defeat disgusting, evil child molesters. Book #4 is mostly crap. In book #5, normal people (the Tiste Edur) clash against other normal people (the Letherii). Book #5 is the best of the series: you read it and you literally hurt.

   If you fight a caricature, chances are, it’s gonna be crappy. If your opponents are real, multi-faceted people, it’s gonna be awesome. This recipe works. Just try it.

   Speaking of the undead – may I remind you that we all played vampires for ten years during the ‘90s? I even played a friggin’ mummy for a while! Vampires are nuanced and conflicted. Some of them couldn’t kill Humans. Some of them even acted as humanity’s guardians. So, “evil” or not? If a vampire can be nuanced and conflicted like that, why not a ghoul, a wight, a ghast or a wraith? Skeletons and zombies are not as evil as they are dumb. Evil requires an intent. Zombies are mindless: they have little to no intent.

   I can picture a whole party of undead. The magic-user is a lich, the thief is a Nosferatu vampire, the cleric is a ghost, and the dumb fighter is some sort of Bugbear zombie in splintered mail. Maybe their sworn enemies are a bunch of flesh and blood Humans.

   There ought to be good Orcs and evil Orcs, just as there are good Humans and wicked, evil Humans. And Hobgoblins. And Kobolds. If a race is monolithic, it is almost always a caricature. For instance, why would Elves be immune to mental illness? There are Elves with schizophrenia and psychosis, right? Why not an Elf serial killer? An Elven Hannibal Lecter? Why not a gay Dwarf scholar who never touched a battle-axe or a hammer in his entire life?

   When they needed evil Dwarves, instead of taking ordinary, Gimli-like Dwarves, and giving them wicked intentions, they came up with the Duergars. When they needed evil Elves, they did the same – and came up with the Drow. That is absurd. You can have so much more depth than that, and it really isn’t such a big endeavor. Tolkien’s original Moriquendi did not have dark skin, and weren’t any more evil than the cruel and obnoxious Noldor. The “Dark Elves” are the ones who never saw the light of the Trees in Valinor: it’s a metaphor.

   Back in the day, a French role-playing game called Bloodlust dealt with those stubborn caricatures in a very caricatural way – and then proceeded to replace the expunged crap with complex, nuanced races. Because that’s precisely the point, isn’t it? Nuances. Do you think all Illithids are the same? There has to be different social groups in their society: individuals with high psionic powers, and individuals with low psionic powers. It’s like our IQ. Only the high-psionic / high-IQ Illithids ever get to fly spelljammers and probability-travel around the Prime Material Plane. The others are stuck on the Illithid homeworld, toiling away. Why not play one of those? An escaped psionic slave. A Mind Flayer Spartacus.

   And what about nuances in Call of Cthulhu – why not play a “good” Deep One, or a tolerant and worldly Mi-Go? A Drizzt from Yuggoth, if you will.

   Mammalocentrism dictates that we favor mammals. Cats are cute, not spiders. The Mi-Go are insectoid in nature, and the Deep Ones are fish-like. Human is much closer to Goblin or Ogre than it is to Mi-Go or Serpent Man. Yet, you have played a Dragonborn, and that’s already half reptilian right there. Just keep going in that same direction, is what I’m trying to say.

   If there is a Mind Flayer Spartacus, then Mind Flayers really are a “true” race, and not just a caricature. If there is a Sun Elf serial killer, then Sun Elves are a race, and not a caricature. If there is a humanophile, worldly Mi-Go, then the Mi-Go are a race, and not a caricature.

   But it requires more work on the DM’s part, that’s for sure. No longer can he or she say: “You see a bunch of Orcs, and they immediately charge towards you.” If you use the nuances filter, whenever somebody – anybody really – is charging the party, they’re gonna need their own agenda, motives and motivations. Again: real, multi-faceted people against real, multi-faceted people.

   It isn’t a caricature anymore. I believe Dungeon Masters / Gamemasters / Keepers are ready to go the extra mile. I know I am.

The Bogged Down Swamp Game

   Brother Thomas, the cleric of Boccob, learned that he may inherit a mysterious “tower” located somewhere in the heart of Ambog Swamp. That residence belonged to his uncle, Anupar, a powerful mage with a life-long fascination for the unidentifiable ruins scattered throughout that vast swamp. But the place is now occupied by an old witch, Jezi Béthorm, and her Goblin cleric husband, Henxuk. If Brother Thomas wants to inherit, he must officially evict those squatters – with the help of his friends, naturally.

   This adventure was actually spread across three game sessions. We played the first session in December of 2017, with 3 players. It was role-play heavy, with no combat whatsoever – a rare thing. We played a second session in March of 2018, with 5 players. The level 5 ranger and the level 6 magic-user joined the party. That one was combat heavy. Orcs. Dire Wolves. Winged Lizards. Hunting Drakes. But the PCs finally got their hands on two interesting magic items: a ring, and a quarterstaff. They missed out on a tome, a weird skull, and an ever weirder talisman. Towards the end, just when they thought they’d located the mysterious tower – a Giant Troll and a Velociraptor attacked them. The ranger really made a huge difference there.

   Fast forward almost a year – because of scheduling problems, a cancelled game session, and my birthday game that couldn’t be pushed back – and at long last we got together again and played that third and last act. The party returned to Gatormouth (an Orlane-esque swamp-adjacent small town) with a new lead: a swamp lad who apparently knows exactly when and where the “wizard’s tower” rises from the murky waters.

   And guess what? The lad is right.

   So the party followed the kid’s directions all the way to Moth Lake. When the enchanted lair emerged, it generated a mini tidal wave – and then, from the lone entrance of the edifice, water came pouring out – a lot of water.

   Inside that tsunami, floating undead!

   I had a little chart prepared especially for that purpose. Each PC had a different die roll to make, depending on Strength, Dexterity, and type of armor worn.

   The thief and the barbarian were the lucky ones: that mini tsunami actually carried them towards the magical lair. Heir the magic-user was pushed back to the left of the mat. Brother Tom was swept off his feet and carried over to the right side. Landa ended up in deeper water, close to the middle and slightly to the right.

   Nine ghasts and three ghouls “vomited” by the emerging structure also ended up in random spots: either neck-deep in the swamp or further away inland, up to 60 feet east or west.

   The water finally subsided, and we rolled initiative. The two clerics attempted to turn as many undead as they could. Brother Tom successfully turned six of the nine ghasts, but in doing so he was attacked by a ghoul and failed his Save vs Paralyzation. Catastrophe further developed as Landa rolled a 2, not turning any ghoul at all on the first round.

   As I said in some previous posts, I am always looking for ways to break up that solid cluster of characters on the battle mat. The emerging structure / emptying ballast device is certainly one of the most interesting ways I have managed to do so. There was also a giant gator nearby, just because it’s cool to have a giant gator in a swamp! That enormous beast ambled around and stressed the party, but in the end it did not attack. It was quite confused after that colossal stone structure just rose from the tranquil depths of the swamp. There was a scenario option in which one character could have been dragged underwater by the gator and then released as the structure sank back down a minute later – and that one character could’ve actually entered the dungeon through a submerged back door. But I didn’t use that option.

   Heir blasted one ghast with 3 magic missiles and then jumped 50 feet in order to rescue the paralyzed Brother Tom. Landa succeeded in turning all three ghouls on round two. The thief swam towards the entrance, while the barbarian quickly clambered on top of the slimy structure. Once he was up there, Huthak shot the two closest ghasts with several arrows. Heir carried Brother Tom all the way to the entrance, with some help from Landa at the end. Landa cured Brother Tom’s paralysis with a bead of curing taken from Tom’s Necklace of Prayer Beads.

   They entered the “tower” just as it slowly begun to sink down again, and went down six flights of stairs to a rather large room with round corners containing a rich assortment of undead creatures – one sleeping revenant, one wight, one ghoul, one ghast, two skeletons, and two teenage zombies (25mm zombies in a pack of 28mm undead: let’s be creative here). There were also two shadows, but the party failed to detect them at first. The room was so cluttered with furniture, crates, a small raft, debris and rotting clothes. Three crystal balls were sitting on a large console in the center of the room. The larger crystal ball was actually mage Anupar’s spelljammer helm. The two lesser crystal balls displayed scenes from the outside, exactly like the screens in a Tekumel tubeway car.

   Each of the two clerics could only attempt to turn one specific undead type per round. Landa first turned the wight, and Brother Tom failed to turn the two skeletons. All these undead were harder to turn because of the evil Goblin cleric hidden nearby, who channelled dark power through his Amulet of Controlling Undead.

   The two shadows surprised the party, and there was melee. The barbarian clashed with the 28mm shadow, and Brother Tom battled the 25mm shadow – yep, that is how I distinguished between the two.

   Heir cast his first fireball at the revenant, also engulfing the ghoul, one zombie, and one skeleton. This is when my cool homemade necrophidius appeared through a gaping hole in the floor and performed its Hypnotic Dance. Heir, Huthak, and unlucky Brother Tom all failed to save vs Spell. Six seconds later the necrophidius retreated inside its hole. A hulking flesh golem climbed up the stairs, and made to join the fight. Landa was now battling an armored skeleton and a shadow, while Grimbald the thief tried everything he could to snap the two level 6 characters – Brother Tom and Heir – out of their hypnotic trance… As I said earlier: catastrophe!

   Slapped hard in the face by Grimbald, Heir snapped out of it, and proceeded to cast his second fireball at the revenant (again) and the two zombies. He rolled an impressive 28 points of damage on 6d6. That’s definitely a hell of a good fireball. All three targeted undead failed to save and were deep-fry carbonized.

   The brazen Hobbit wasn’t there that day, and of course nobody else dared crawl inside that hole in the floor which was full of surprises – including a talkative penanggalan – and could eventually get someone right behind the witch / boss, without her knowing. Oh, and there was also a slight chance of drowning...

   As a DM, you want at least one character like the Hobbit bard in your lineup of players. Every scene, he looks at what’s at hand and seems to think, “Now what can I do to make things even crazier?”

   Still, and even without a whistling hillbilly Hobbit crawling down a necrophidius-haunted rabbit hole, the entire game was far from being as dull and static as some of the games we’ve had in the past five years. The focus of the action actually shifted from the upper room to the staircase, and then from the staircase to the lower room. I call that success.

   It was crazy enough for my taste. Huthak the barbarian boldly jumped down a whole flight of stairs and found himself literally face-to-face with the Goblin cleric. Heir was all out of spells except for mirror image, and instead he decided to drink a Potion of Polymorph; he transformed into a cave bear, and barrelled down the stairs to close with Jezi the witch and her dreaded necrophidius. The four other PCs had to pass through a stinking cloud: all but Grimbald failed their Saving Throws, and lost one round. Landa was struck with a lightning bolt. Huthak was hit with cause serious wounds. “Bear Heir” was slammed with several minute meteors, and everyone was affected by the Goblin’s sneaky disrupt life. Landa cast guidance on Bear Heir, and then cast entangle on a lone wraith. Grimbald vaporized that wraith with his Mind Flayer ray gun. That was cool.

   Huthak and Grimbald fought the Goblin while two clerics and a bear took care of the witch and her necrophidius. Jezi Béthorm died, but her Goblin husband fled the scene with a well-timed plane shift, vowing to return and avenge his dear old wife’s death.

   My biggest fear was to see the party remain in the upper room and “wait it out” until the end. Very static indeed. I put a lot of work into that Y-shaped staircase – but in the end, yes, they did go down those stairs, and even used both sides of the “Y” fork. I was a very happy DM. I recently wrote a blog post about this – getting it just right. This time, we did!

   Brother Tom and his friends now have a magical lair that travels underwater all around Ambog Swamp, but that’s not all: if they ever learn to steer the thing, they could follow the bayous all the way down to Blackmoor and the sea – and then go just about anywhere they choose.

   It is the biggest magic item that I have ever given out in any role-playing game. I’m very happy for them. Well done, guys!

Rules Light

   I read this on Twitter. Someone said, “Fuck narrativist and rules light.”

   At first I thought it was just plain stupid. Then, I thought about it some more. Why in the world would anyone prefer to have more rules? “Rules heavy” feel like snail mail. I am forty-seven years old, and I don’t want to sound overly dramatic here, but I have probably lived way more than 50% of my life; I’m sorry, but I neither have the time nor the energy to flick through the pages of four books to look up charts and tables and modifiers and argue about special nighttime mounted engagement rule number 284-G. But – apparently – lots of people my age still avoid rules light. Why is that? Masochism?

   Most men are what you might call hardware buffs: we love our building blocks, and it is how we interact with the world around us. Whenever my dad or my uncles are anxious or stressed, they build (or repair) something.

   In the microcosm that is gaming, “building blocks” translate into rules, while the rest translates into lore. Crunch or fluff, aye. But the word fluff in itself is slightly pejorative.

   “Fuck narrativist and rules light.”

   Seriously?

   Role-playing games began as rules light, and narration had a prevalent place in it. Alas, to quote Mike Mornard’s review of Dave Arneson’s True Genius, “mechanics have won” over the years. Modern gamers love their mechanics. Look at Gloomhaven’s tremendous success. And yes, I enjoy playing it, but Gloomhaven is 99% crunch. And let’s not forget that good, steady mechanics enable organized play: you couldn’t have the Adventurers League with just a 56-page booklet. It would quickly devolve into the Arguing League.

   The late ‘80s saw the advent of rules-heavy games. The new trend was realism. Think HârnMaster here. HârnMaster was remarkably painful, in my humble opinion. I seem to remember writing down the words “grievous cut” several dozen times on my 5 or 6 or 7 consecutive character record sheets. That’s the memory I have associated with Hârn. I kid you not. The flow of that game was impeded every two minutes by the GM looking up some chart or matrix or table of armor or listing of critical wounds or diseases or fumbles... I have dermatitis and gingivitis and migraines and joint pain in real life; I really DON’T need infections or muscle tears when I try to escape into a fantasy world! Gimme a break, Doc, will ya?

   If this were The Voice or something like American Ninja Warrior, the crunch would be the performances, scores and / or judges input, while the fluff would be those short bios shown right before every contestant’s performance.

   I love Ichabod Ferndweller, and I love Viari. I don’t know what level they are, or how many hit points they have – and I don’t really care. I do not love Eldar Phantom Titan number two, even though Eldar Phantom Titan number two single-handedly destroyed over fifty units of Dark Vengeance Chaos Cultists. Who cares? You like someone for their “fluff,” not for their crunch. Capt’n Crunch is the only exception I can think of.

   I checked out one streamed game of Gloomhaven and didn’t even watch for an hour. It is super boring. Who wants to see four guys manage their 10 cards and select the lowest possible initiative count so that the Tinkerer is given ample time to heal the Cragheart before the Archers attack. Picture that for a solid three hours. Pure crunch is un-streamable because it is almost unwatchable.

   I no longer bring the books with me on Game Day. I prep the game using the books (at home), and then the books remain at home. I only need my cue cards – but I can tell you an entire story with just your roll of a d20.

   You needed 15 to hit, but rolled a 14? It doesn’t mean you slashed wide and completely missed. Your blade might have ricocheted off the rim of your opponent’s buckler and then violently scraped against the left side of his or her helm, throwing up dazzling sparks, but not causing him or her any real bodily damage – but it was very close indeed.

   Narrativist is easy; you just need to be a little flexible and a little forthcoming. You can do it.

   Long live narrativist and rules light.

A First-Level Game

   This was a nice first game of 2019 and a smooth introduction for three new players in the group – which brings the grand total to a whooping 10 players. Of course I won’t be able to ever run a game with all ten characters, but the lineup will change constantly, and it is also a solid fix to the problem of those who

   a) cancel at the very last minute

   b) forget there was a game

   c) arrive three hours late

   It was a nice first game of the year for several reasons: there was no alcohol involved, no weed, very little food, and a limited amount of useless talking on subjects not at all related to the game. What I call The Four Pillars of Not Playing were almost completely absent. It was awesome. We even finished the adventure ahead of time, which has never happened since I kicked off this campaign of First Edition AD&D back in July of 2014.

   Four strangers who don’t know each other suddenly find themselves stranded in a drifting Water Node inhabited by grey oozes, giant caterpillars, and maybe a few Tritons or Deep Ones. Landa, the third-level cleric of Istus, has already played several games. The three other “strangers” are a Gnome thief, a Human druid, and a Human monk. The monk is actually one of the pregen characters from last summer’s Caves of Chaos extravaganza. Vincent loved this character and decided to keep it.

   In the Water Node, the party came across Huthak the barbarian, who had been lost for weeks in a network of underground caves and lakes. They also encountered a mule, an 8-year-old boy, and a 10-year-old girl (NPCs). Nobody knew how or why they ended up in this place.

   The players were sharp, focused, and everyone role-played their character to a tee. They cared for the children and even the mule, and moved around freely in this strange dungeon. The party was never huddled in a tight knot like I have seen so many times. It was fluid (Water Node pun unintended) and quite refreshing.

   The monk and the barbarian fought a pair of giant caterpillars. The cleric was targeted by an obliviax and had no choice but to eat that disgusting moss. The thief and the druid had to deal with two grey oozes.

   The thief also inspected the bizarre doors that stood right in the middle of the room, apparently leading to nowhere. No traps were detected, but as soon as he poked his head inside one of the doors, the thief vanished, and a tall, imposing knight in full plate armor appeared, wielding a huge two-handed sword. Greyhawk buffs will recognize this fell crest.

   Let’s just say that the party had a brief encounter with the elusive leader of... that. It was fun and spooky. A double banishment was cast upon the cleric and the monk – the second- and third-level characters in the group. Landa nailed her Save, but Dalmas the monk ended up in Hell for maybe 30 seconds. A very cool devil with a punk-rock attitude took pity on him and quickly sent him back – even forgetting to fill up the appropriate paperwork!

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I hereby declare and assert that nothing of significance

happened between I, ________________, and the Office of the

Monarch of the Dominion of Hell, any of its branches,

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               Initials _______             Clerk’s Initials _______

   The knight approached the barbarian and struck him down with one swing of his two-handed sword. The cleric stepped in and was also slashed by the knight, but did not go down. Even the 8-year-old NPC threw a rock at the knight and hit with a surprising roll of 19! On round four, the cleric brought the barbarian back up to 3 HP. The party needed its tank, badly.

   The druid sneaked behind the knight with a torch, setting his black cape on fire. The knight pivoted, took a swing at the druid, and dealt 8 points of damage, which left the druid with 2 HP.

   By then, the barbarian was back up, and he rolled an excellent To Hit with Landa’s guidance. The knight collapsed in a rustle of armor and shield. It was a short but eventful clash. The monk was shook after his 30 seconds in Hell.

   Nobody dared to touch the two-handed sword or the shield.

   The monk searched the knight thoroughly (apart from sword and shield) and found two gems, a few silver pieces, and a cursed coin in the knight’s right boot. The coin probably contributed to the evil knight’s demise – and now Dalmas is stuck with that double damage curse... If the hidden coin had been a good magic item, the players would have been furious if they missed it. “You searched the guy, but you didn’t tell me you took off his gloves and boots.”

   When Landa entered the “doors to nowhere” along with the two kids, the thief reappeared with a strange magic item in his hands. Each in turn ventured into that pocket dimension. Some saw the exit, while the others saw a mystical cache of floating magic items. They ended up grabbing three of those items before everyone could finally “see” the exit (WIS check) and get out. The thief picked up a Mind Flayer Ray Gun; the cleric picked up a flower-shaped morningstar +4; the monk got himself a Diabolical Flying Carpet (how appropriate!)

   The druid’s high WIS prevented him to see the items as he saw the exit on the very first try. As for the barbarian, he is not allowed to use magic items – not until level 5.

   First Edition, baby.

   Landa is now level 4. Dalmas is now level 3. Barbarian, druid and thief are level 2. The stage is set for the next adventures. Ten players. My feeling is that 2019 is gonna be intense.