StrangeThing

The magic items chapter int the 5th ed Dungeon Master's Guide has just a few gaps. I've been trying my hand at re-creating some old favorites in the Fifth edition idiom. Just for kicks, I'll post them in alphabetical order. (Because all the ones starting with A are already done.)

I love game design, and even started a blog devoted to the subject. My big red notebook has pages of observations and thoughts intended as material for said blog. But I'm thinking of shutting it down, now than I've discovered Extra Credits . They're good. All the things I wanted to say about games, they had already said. And more clearly than I could. Oh, sure, there are some things I could ramble about, like varying degrees of persistence in the same game. Then again, I haven't gotten through the whole archive yet. Maybe they do cover it.

Lizardfolk In the spectrum between civilized and savage, the lizardfolk are on the the most primitive extreme. With their stout claws and thick skin, they have little need for tools, clothing, or shelter. The few Lizardfolk who venture out of their ancestral homes are unprepared to deal with the outside world. Many end up pressed into service as foot soldiers for some evil master. A lizardfolk hero is a rare thing indeed.

Fifth edition has been occupying my thoughts lately. I've been putting together races and backgrounds. Here's my first effort:  Kobold Kobolds are the underdogs of the world. All over the world, kobolds are under the rule of other creatures, whether slaves of gnolls or supplicants to a fickle dragon. They fatalistically accept their lot in life, content to be under the protection or a powerful master. Or so it seems. You never know if a kobold is sincere, or simply waiting for the right time to stab his former master in the back. In the few cases where kobolds are autonomous, they are nearly always forced into the most desolate and unforgiving places. They live in played-out mines, long-abandoned ruins, and other places deemed unfit for habitation by other races. The cling to these enclaves with ruthless tenacity, and they do not appreciate intruders.

Yeah, I should have put that cheesecake picture under a cut. Part of the reason for this blog is to be less inhibited, and not have to worry that my mom might read it. That's still no reason to be uncivilized.