Today marks the second anniversary of death of Allfather Gygax!

Roll a d20 for the man and thank your GMs for being incredibly amazing!

I leave you to a great quote from the man :

“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don’t need any rules.” Gary Gygax

This is a little thing Frank made me, told me to do whatever I wanted with it, enjoy.

Yesterday, Wednesday September 17^th, Shimizu Okie, a student at Zoshi high, was reported as missing a short time after school was over. The police believes that the time of disappearance would have been between four and six pm.

The seventeen years old student was said to have left early for home, not feeling well. However, she never came home. Her parents, worried, called the police at around six but so far the search has yielded no success.

“Some say she has ran away from home. We do not believe her, she was a good girl and we always took care of her. Something must have happened.” Commented Ishimura Natsuyo, her mother. “If you see her, please let us know. We love you Okie, come back home”.

These kinds of incidents have actually been on the rise lately in the city of Tokyo. Compared to the last three years, there has been an elevation of 5% in the case of kidnapping and 3% in the case of disappearance. Schoolgirls are usually a prime target for criminals. The police force, however, is assuring the population that there is no need for alert.

-Yoshida Kenichi

Here, I present to you the diary of one of the characters for my most recent campaign, Shuichi, played by Renaud. Enjoy (and yay for deleguating writing duty to my players!). The post was mostly untouched by myself.

Shuichi’s Dairy

Day 1 : Wednesday, September 18th.

Today I woke up to a weird dream. It was about a bus filled with people having blurred faces making no sounds when they talked. It seem I was not alone in this bus that was puzzled by this. The bus went in a tunel and the lights flashed. The only persons left on the bus were the puzzled passengers I saw earlier. I woke up when the foremost one’s head turned intn some mouth with countless teeth… It is definitely NOT a good way to wake up.. I hate having a dream in which I was studying. I already study enough when I’m awake I don’t need to study more when I sleep…

It was a mostly normal day. Shiro was reading a book hanging down from a tree and we got a new strange American man as a helping teacher. Vale, was his name, I think. He asked us to call him “James”. I’m surprised he got the job with the clothes he was wearing… Anyhow, Mei still teased me and Tsukasa still laughed for nothing. It’d be fun if she’d stop teasing me all the time, but they are good friends none the least.

I also had Track and Field practice today. I still can’t believe I joined this club. If mom wasn’t so scary, I would’ve dropped a long while ago.. To say I do this just “to get into a good university and make my parents proud”… Still, I got a bit faster: 32 sec for 100m. I shaved a second.. Woop-de-doo! ><

The weird part starts then.. On my way to cram school, I heard some strange dissonant music from an alley. I was curious so I try to find it’s source, only to end in some alley crossroad where I met Emisawa-san and Kazuo-san. The music seamed to come from midair in the middle of the intersection. It was then that some strange blade-y beasts appeared from the various piles of garbage along the alleys. I somehow felt… different. I picked up some stick from the garbage and I knew that if I hit those things with it, they would be in quite a pain. Same with me being able to use a trashcan cover as a shield efficiently. It seems that Emisawa-san got the same thing and that he could _heal_ wounds, while Kazuo-san was actually sending bolts of lightning from his fingertips… After a while, we ended disposing of those… beasts. Their corpses were no where to be found, surprisingly… While we were figuring out what just happened, Kazuo called his family to get a car to come pick us up. They were kind enough to provide us with new uniforms, since ours got screwed in the fight, and gave us a ride home. We also all agreed to keep this to ourselves.

The worst part had yet to come, though.. Kazuo tried to help me cover up my skipping cram school only to make it somewhat worst by mentioning that he was one of the persons who always got better grades then me.. And that he did not go to cram school.. Man… I do not want to get scolded again like that. My mom’s a real devil.. An Italian mama inside a Japanese body with some Godzilla blood, and a level 20/20 fighter/barbarian. It really refreshed my memory as to why I don’t go against her. (more…)

I’ve been thinking a lot about my upcoming campaign and the feel I wanted to give to it, that as sprung in the beautiful mass of neuron I call my brain a couple of extremely simple house rules.

Tell me what you think!

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“Still not used to these voice-logs” John was a soldier, he never liked the machines slowly creeping all over the military world. The new mandatory Report Recorder, now standard issue with Ludsburg military was just another gadget he didn’t need. “Euhm… We’ve been waiting by the road for three days, waiting for that pint-sized bastard Wick, should be over any minute now.”

Wick was a crook, or, as he prefered, a “solicitor of illicit and profitable goods”. Drugs and illegal magick was his trade and made is fortune. The military had finally issued a warrant, John’s squad was to ambush Wick’s caravan. The soldiers had enough guns to fuel both sides of the war and a pair of spellsingers borrowed from the Golden Brigade. “At this point, nothing can go wro…”

John was interrupted by a clicking from behind him. “Turn ’round slowly capt’n, not looking for a fight, but if I have to, ain’t gonna hesitate, you ain’t my first.” John turned around slowly to see the Flintlock Repeater, goverment issue for soldiers as a side-arm in war time.

“Are you with Wick?” John said, visibly angry, a simple mission failed to a goon with a gun.

“Wick? Who the hell’s Wick? Nah, I work for myself, soldier-boy. Jus’ want some o’ your guns, and whatever cash you tools are packin’ and I’ll be on my way” The man must have been six and a half foot tall, his head shaved in the last few days and sporting a 3-day beard. He looked like he would be covered in scars, but wasn’t. Was he that good?

John signaled to one of the mage’s to stand down, he didn’t want to accidently be set on fire or covered in magical acid.

“Tell you what, bastard, we’re here waiting to raid one of the most powerful smuggler from Ludsburg. Help us out and you can have some of the loot.”

Thus Started Jode Klank’s military career.

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