Friday, April 3, 2015

What year is it?

As I've said before, I'm shitty at this :)

On a whim I checked the e-mail box for this account earlier today and thankfully saw a couple of messages from folks who wanted to poke me with sharp sticks.  I deserve it.  Fact is I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to run the Den, but there are a few more things I'd like to work out before I move on to something new.  The main reason for my delinquency is that I've been drifting away from Savage Worlds over the past 2 years.  I've been taking a closer look at Shadowrun lately and even some old 3.5 stuff so I guess you could say I've been taking my eye off the ball.  I may share some bits of what I've been working on in these other areas, and I have an outline for Fellowship of the Quest Item that I'd like to finish.

Anyhow, let's pretend 2014 never happened.  I'll leave one tease for now: I'm doing something Dresden Files inspired.

Trying to be better,

Saturday, December 21, 2013

The Failship of the [Quest_Item]. Episode 8: Optimal Cheese

Radlius:  Alright are we ready to do this?

Chronomax: Yeah, let’s go.  Nyteshadow: do your thing

Nyteshadow: Very well.  I call upon my Dark Master and summon a carpet of gravesmoke about my feet.  Arranging the stole of the Ninth Mother across my shoulders, I throw the portal to the Dark Baron’s chamber open.  A cavalcade of bats issue forth from my underskirts, singing their umbral song!

Radlius: Bwa!

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Mustache Force

Holy crapola, Mustache Force is done!  Come get you some...

Featuring two Arcane Backgrounds (Machismo and Manimal) and a bunch of other horseshit that I shamelessly culled from a misspent youth watching 70's and 80's style action movies.

I'll just let it speak for itself here.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

The Failship of the [Quest_Item], Episode 7

Iron Spikes, 50 Flasks of Oil and a 10' Pole:

DM:  As you finish looting Gwydion’s corpse, Baron Malfane stands from his skull-encrusted throne and addresses you…

Baron Malfane:  Well, well, well, if it isn’t a band of adventurers!  I see you have already set upon each other like wild dogs – perhaps I should just wait for you to do my work for me, eh?  Muahahaha!  Come, my orcs, laugh with me…  Laugh louder, dammit!
Kestrel:  That figure looks stupid.