- Dancing on a rooftop
- Holding a bouquet of at least seven different flowers (and then tasting a petal of each)
- Riding a winged evil, holding on to its ears
- Failing a jump across a great chasm
- Starting a false rumour, and be able to hear again from someone else
- Circling a goblin three times
- Making a public announcement that discredits you in a town square
- Crawling under a pig twice
- Singing in a prison cell
- During a siege
- Steal something and return it the next day - unnoticed
- Successfully impersonating a noble person and fooling at least two
May 15, 2018
Regardless of experience points, you may only level up...
May 14, 2018
PuterPlane (an extremely tiny setting): STACKSPACE
STACKSPACE
- STACKSPACE is the area between the planets (like normal space)
- It's also kind of an entity that likes to keep track of whoever floats around in it
- You may always enter STACKSPACE, but to leave either...
- You must be the last being who entered
- Or everyone who entered before you must first leave, in proper order
- The CORRECT ORDER OF THINGS is a large list readable by all beings in STACKSPACE
- It can be downloaded through the waves at 5918.43 MHz
- Lists beings (and their whereabouts) that need to leave before you
- Since it gives away locations, it's a popular tool to use by bounty hunters
- OVERFLOWING STACKSPACE occurs when too many beings enter STACKSPACE, and it can't keep track of them all
- The OVERFLOW causes ALL beings to be flushed onto any random planet in the being's proximity, thus emptying STACKSPACE completely
- Rumour has it that it's possible to enter STACKSPACE during the small window of an OVERFLOW
- You still take up space, but you may leave at any time
- Leaving in this way (improperly, out-of-order) causes noticeable fragmentation ("holes") of the void
- When fragmentation is too high, the COLLECTOR will arrive and:
- Lock down STACKSPACE (unable to enter or leave)
- Spend time hunting down beings currently in STACKSPACE, and put them in a neat line
- When the COLLECTOR feels like the job is done, it will unlock STACKSPACE and flush the neat line onto the nearest planet/sun
- Beings who die in STACKSPACE are still counted for; they too must "leave"
- A few blaster shots most likely takes care of this
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 16, 2018
Pocketmod: SPÄJS
Sometimes I do pocketmods. They look like crap most of the time but they're fun to make.
And I'll try to upload three versions each time; raw, slightly cleaned-up and transparent.
First out is SPÄJS!
No, I don't know what the numbers represent.
Yes, it folds differently from what the pocketmod folding video shows. Maybe that's an improvement, maybe I was taught wrong, maybe it's a conspiracy.
Enjoy!
(And folding instructions for pocketmods can be found here.)
UPDATE: I've uploaded them to Google Drive in a folder that will keep expanding, since it's impossible to direct-link to the original images from here (where are they???).
And I'll try to upload three versions each time; raw, slightly cleaned-up and transparent.
First out is SPÄJS!
No, I don't know what the numbers represent.
Yes, it folds differently from what the pocketmod folding video shows. Maybe that's an improvement, maybe I was taught wrong, maybe it's a conspiracy.
Enjoy!
(And folding instructions for pocketmods can be found here.)
UPDATE: I've uploaded them to Google Drive in a folder that will keep expanding, since it's impossible to direct-link to the original images from here (where are they???).
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| Slightly cleaned-up |
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| Raw |
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| Transparent |
Jan 4, 2018
Klagg and Puff, part 1
Klagg and Puff stood on a balcony, high up in the air, and watched the world around them burn.
"It's hotter than expected," Klagg said and opened up her robe a bit, revealing a tiny slice of death and decay.
"I believe that's actually what their names mean," Puff answered, her sole eye following floating ash debris passing by.
"Whose? Those?" Klagg asked and tilted her head towards the inferno far below them. There, entities consisting of nothing but swords, smoke and eyes, chased whatever remotely living, cutting them in half, before exploding in a splash of acid blood.
"No, no, not them, that's a -" Puff transferred a nine by nine matrix of symbols telepathically to Klagg.
"Oh," Klagg said surprised. "Oh. Oh! Oh, I feel so silly now, all this time I've been calling them -" Another matrix, different symbols.
"You did not!"
"Just last night, talking to their commander."
A choir of screams cut short reached the balcony; a furry of smoke and swords had just exploded, leaving a trail of twitching heads.
"That's just rude," Puff said, shaking her head. "You should feel ashamed."
"I do, I do," Klagg said concerned. "Do you think they'll forgive me? Oh silly old me, I should just keep quiet."
Puff shook her head.
"Anyway," she said. "Anyway. What were we talking about again?"
"I don't know, dear," Klagg said, her voice still anxious. "Destroying worlds always make me forget things."
"Yes, let's move on. I have other concerns I wish to discuss with you, regarding the annihilation we've been conducting for the past twelve millennia."
Puff turned around and left the balcony with firm steps, only stopping briefly to add: "Could you be a darling and do the lift-off, my arms hurt."
Klagg sighed at the thought of the poor commander, before raising her normally hidden limbs and forming a circle around her slender body. Without a sound, the Tower of Impossible Heights - upon which the balcony rested - took off from the ground and continued into space, leaving the poor planet to its inevitable destruction.
"It's hotter than expected," Klagg said and opened up her robe a bit, revealing a tiny slice of death and decay.
"I believe that's actually what their names mean," Puff answered, her sole eye following floating ash debris passing by.
"Whose? Those?" Klagg asked and tilted her head towards the inferno far below them. There, entities consisting of nothing but swords, smoke and eyes, chased whatever remotely living, cutting them in half, before exploding in a splash of acid blood.
"No, no, not them, that's a -" Puff transferred a nine by nine matrix of symbols telepathically to Klagg.
"Oh," Klagg said surprised. "Oh. Oh! Oh, I feel so silly now, all this time I've been calling them -" Another matrix, different symbols.
"You did not!"
"Just last night, talking to their commander."
A choir of screams cut short reached the balcony; a furry of smoke and swords had just exploded, leaving a trail of twitching heads.
"That's just rude," Puff said, shaking her head. "You should feel ashamed."
"I do, I do," Klagg said concerned. "Do you think they'll forgive me? Oh silly old me, I should just keep quiet."
Puff shook her head.
"Anyway," she said. "Anyway. What were we talking about again?"
"I don't know, dear," Klagg said, her voice still anxious. "Destroying worlds always make me forget things."
"Yes, let's move on. I have other concerns I wish to discuss with you, regarding the annihilation we've been conducting for the past twelve millennia."
Puff turned around and left the balcony with firm steps, only stopping briefly to add: "Could you be a darling and do the lift-off, my arms hurt."
Klagg sighed at the thought of the poor commander, before raising her normally hidden limbs and forming a circle around her slender body. Without a sound, the Tower of Impossible Heights - upon which the balcony rested - took off from the ground and continued into space, leaving the poor planet to its inevitable destruction.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 29, 2017
Madame Maim
Atop the mountain, a bell
reddish in color, its sound so fell,
tolls her name
With a bag of souls to sell,
void is her color, rotten her smell;
Madame Maim, Madame Maim
Oct 9, 2017
Sep 24, 2017
Golemblins
If you fill a wooden barrel with goblin intestines - and one or several other mundane things - under a full moon while reciting the nine verses of Bubbling Blurbs of Boghat, you'll get a golemblin.
For every mundane thing you throw in, roll a d6 and look up the result below:
1: utter failure. Regardless of what you've tossed in, the golemblin goes insane and rages, starting with you
2-3: yay, the item's positive side-effect kicks in
4: both positive and negative side-effect (if any) kicks in
5-6: yikes, only the negative side-effect of this item kicks in
Golemblins speak ghargel - a mixed dialect that sounds like stew cooking. If a golemblin gets into a heaty discussion, it may start to leak some of its gooey inside through whatever cracks in the barrel it speaks through (some golemblins have thus talked themselves to death by dehydration).
You may put in some other stuff as well to give additional properties. Be inspired by this nice table compiled by the folks over at Google+:
(Contributors in no particular order: Luka Rejec, Liban Issa, Simon Forster, Łukasz Krupiński, Cody Mazza, Jean-François Lebreton, and that Swedish bloke.)
Some nice illustrations by some very talented people to get your imagination going:
For every mundane thing you throw in, roll a d6 and look up the result below:
1: utter failure. Regardless of what you've tossed in, the golemblin goes insane and rages, starting with you
2-3: yay, the item's positive side-effect kicks in
4: both positive and negative side-effect (if any) kicks in
5-6: yikes, only the negative side-effect of this item kicks in
Golemblins speak ghargel - a mixed dialect that sounds like stew cooking. If a golemblin gets into a heaty discussion, it may start to leak some of its gooey inside through whatever cracks in the barrel it speaks through (some golemblins have thus talked themselves to death by dehydration).
You may put in some other stuff as well to give additional properties. Be inspired by this nice table compiled by the folks over at Google+:
| # | Item | Positive effect | Negative effect |
| 1 | Copper wires | Electrical attack | Chance of getting electrified and stunned when hit by metal |
| 2 | Hot coals | Smoke attack | Gets a heart of burning coal that needs to be kept burning by feeding it hot embers. One hot ember keeps the heart burning for 24 hours. There is also a chance the Golemblin creates a small flame around it whenever it takes damage. |
| 3 | Raptor claws | Extra claw attack | Gains an extra arm and claw but develops physical dysphoria and gets -1d6 on all attacks |
| 4 | Crystal ball | Clairvoyance | Makes a sound of crushing glass when walking that can be heard about 20 feet away |
| 5 | Elf ears | Sharp senses | Elf ears |
| 6 | Crushed butterflies | Flight | Addiction to pollen |
| 7 | Duckling | More obedient to its creator | Won't shut up |
| 8 | Beef shank | More HP | Is lazy and sleepy all the time |
| 9 | Jug of moonshine | Bonus to morale, immune to fear | Sings, stumbles, is drunk all the time |
| 10 | Bowl of curdled milk | Fireproof | Stinks |
| 11 | Sulfur and saltpetre | Shoots fire blasts | Explodes when reduced to 0 hp |
| 12 | Hangman's noose | Has +3 to all saving throws | Everyone in 10' radius has -3 to all saving throws |
| 13 | Big diamond | AC as full plate | Kleptomaniac |
| 14 | Viper skins | Poison bite | Always lies |
| 15 | Turtle shell | Plus 1 to AC | Moves at half speed |
| 16 | Troll skull | 19 Strength | 2 Intelligence |
| 17 | Rabbit's foot | Reroll 1s | Always limping |
| 18 | Tree branch | Bark skin | Stiff like a tree: -1d6 to Dexterity/Agility/Flexibility |
| 19 | Spotted dog | trip attack and good sense of smell | Prone to chasing small animals |
| 20 | Eye of a flesh demon of Choom | Cone of Disintegration | disassociative flesh tends to collapse on a failed Con save every round, pulling itself together slowly |
| 21 | Big rock | Slam and knockdown attack | |
| 22 | Little rock | Slingshot attack | |
| 23 | Dirty shoe | Stinking cloud attack | |
| 24 | Floppy hat | Circle of comfortable shade (protects goblins from sunlight) | |
| 25 | Eyepatch | Blindness attack | |
| 26 | Coil of rope | Entangling lasso attack | |
| 27 | Ingot of iron | Cold iron attack | |
| 28 | Shiver of silver | Silver attack | |
| 29 | Lump of gold | Detect richest target | |
| 30 | Clod of clay | Slowing attack | |
| 31 | Shard of pottery | Banish attack (ostrakha) | |
| 32 | Axehead | Slashing attack | |
| 33 | Bundle of bolts | Shoots bolts of goblin juju | |
| 34 | Stack of paper | Administrative red tape aura increases zone of control | Extremely good at administrative tasks but is not very likely to follow any order unless it is administrative. Has a fondness for complicated tasks that takes long time to complete. |
| 35 | Coiled spring | Jump attack | |
| 36 | Toy or real clown | Fear attack | |
| 37 | Snail | Slime attack | Any movement is at half speed |
| 38 | Puppy dog's tail | Aura of cuteness | |
| 39 | Cat eyes | Sees in the dark | Get an own agenda (only known to the Golemblin) to serve itself and wont hesitate to use others to fulfill it. |
| 40 | Frog legs | Leap and swimming | Gets slimy mucous coverd skin that is glue like |
| 41 | Fish tails | Faster swimming | Very short memory |
| 42 | Seven snakes | Constriction attack with intestines in barrel | Petrifying gaze. |
| 43 | Sword and stone | True king detection | Chance of havinging attacks returned on self. |
| 44 | Crypt Cup | -1d6 to highest ability, -1d6 to lowest ability | If the same character drings from the cup twice, it turns to dust. -1d6 on ALL abilites |
| 45 | Molted snake skin | Oily skin making it difficult to grapple | Get blind and only sense vibrations (not that sensitive though) |
| 46 | Handful of candy | Moves faster and is permanently excited (will not retreat) | Huge deficit of attention - Easy to distract |
| 47 | Marbles | Impossible to trip and make fall prone | Clattering noise (no surprise) |
| 48 | Watercolour palette | Can open passages through walls by painting a door | Becomes mute and socially awkward |
(Contributors in no particular order: Luka Rejec, Liban Issa, Simon Forster, Łukasz Krupiński, Cody Mazza, Jean-François Lebreton, and that Swedish bloke.)
Some nice illustrations by some very talented people to get your imagination going:
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| Matthew Adams ("A barrel Golem, made with predominately with snails and spiders. I suspect an apple with a maggot was thrown in too.") |
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| Henrik Rosenborg |
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| Scrap Princess |
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| Scrap Princess |
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| Luka Rejec |
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| Actual footage of an actual golemblin. Taken in Sweden yesterday by yours truly. |
Aug 10, 2017
Lavender orc smells really good
Should probably have a faint aura of automatic Charm Person, or at least a calming effect on persons nearby.
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