Now It Can Be Told! (Or, “Hear Ye! Hear Ye!”)

As announced at the Pendragon Round Table panel at Gen Con on Sunday, I have been named the new line editor for the King Arthur Pendragon RPG and related titles.

Needless to say, I am deeply honored that Greg Stafford and Steve Wieck have brought me on board in this capacity. As Greg said during the panel, the eventual goal is for me to take up the baton as Greg transitions into a well-earned semi-retirement, which means I will eventually be helming the line and carrying on Pendragon’s legacy into the future.

I’m brimming with excitement for all the cool stuff we’ll be rolling out in the coming years. With me taking care of the line editor side of things, Greg is free to concentrate on writing and creating for as long as he wishes, and we’ve got a truly fantastic lineup of products already in th hopper, ready to roll to out into the world at large.

Some highlights from the panel:

  • For those of you wondering, no, Pendragon is not returning to Chaosium. It’s still a Nocturnal Media game and will remain so. However, Chaosium has brokered a deal with Nocturnal to distribute Pendragon through their established channels and sell the game line through the Chaosium web store, greatly increasing the game’s availability and exposure.
  • We talked a bit about my Book of Feasts. If you haven’t checked it out yet, I encourage you to do so, as it elevates feasting (always an important part of Arthurian lore) to the same status and importance in the game as tournaments and battles. I can say from years of personal experience that the Feast Deck is a magical plot device generator.
  • Next up in the release queue is Robert Schroeder’s Book of Sires, a massive tome 10 years in the making that allows you to generate detailed family histories for knights from any part of Arthur’s Britain (Logres and surrounding lands), starting anywhere between 485 to 510. Not only is this a great resource for players, it also effectively serves as a deep dive into decades of the Pendragon setting’s history on a region-by-region basis, effectively allowing Gamemasters to easily set their campaigns outside the default Salisbury region. The book is going through final layout, and we’re hoping to have it out by the end of the year. I saw a pre-publication copy at the panel, and this thing is a beast!
  • Steve announced that the new art for Paladin is in, and we’re looking at getting the updated PDF out to Kickstarter backers in just a few weeks, perhaps by the end of the month. We’ll let our eagle-eyed readers have a couple weeks to spot any typos that were missed, and then the files are off to the printers!
  • Nick Tolimieri’s Book of Castles is next in the pipeline. Another heavily-researched tome years in the making, this book features expanded rules on siege warfare and fortifications, as well as details on many of the castles of Arthur’s Britain.
  • After Sires and Castles, next in the pipeline is David Zeeman’s Book of Magic. This brings magician characters into the 5th edition fold, and does it in a way that integrates them seamlessly with player-knights in a really clever way that is faithful to the literature. The book also contains extensive details on every magical item mentioned in the medieval sources, lists of pagan gods and faerie creatures (and the magical effects of encountering them...), rules for “Wondrous Trials,” and much more. Like Sires, this is a supplement 10 years in the making; I’m really excited for this one.
  • We also talked about the next Nocturnal Kickstarter project, Myrmidon. Like Paladin, this game takes the King Arthur Pendragon engine into another mythic period—in this case, the ancient Bronze Age. Look for that some time after we get Paladin all finished up. And a bit further off in the future is my own Samurai, developed in cooperation Japanese game designer Nobuaki “Tak” Takerube, set in the quasi-mythical days of 10th-century Japan.

I recorded the panel and will post it once I’m back from Gen Con (today’s my travel day); it’s likely that I’m forgetting some details, but those are the broad strokes at least.

One more thing: we’re quite keen on seeing new scenarios put out for the KAP game line. Pendragon has a deep back catalog of legendary adventures, but that’s no reason not to start bringing in fresh material!

Among my duties as line editor is recruiting new writing talent, and scenario submissions are a great way to get my attention and show me your chops. As Greg said during the panel, the difference between a scenario you write for your group to play and one that’s publication-ready is a mere two months.

We’ll be putting out contact information and submission guidelines shortly, but in the meantime, those of you who wish to can start sharpening your virtual pencils and working on submissions!

On the Importance of Art in RPGs

Disclaimer: I have projects currently in development and in the pipeline for Chaosium. Even before I started doing work for them, I was an inveterate Chaosium fanboy. I'm also the son of a fine artist and my childhood was basically one long education in art history and appreciation. Take everything I say here with the appropriate grains of salt.

Apart from the affiliate links in this post, I won't make any money directly from any of the products I'm discussing here. I've got my "fan/theorist" hat on for this one.

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At times it's easy to forget that our own aesthetic prejudices and interests don't apply across the board. But even when trying to keep a relatively objective mind about other peoples' outlooks, I'm continually gobsmacked when I'm reminded that there's a camp of gamers out there who think art in RPGs is a waste of space, or simply "not that important."

I got into gaming circa 1990, which was a fallow period in the development and promotion of Runequest and the world of Glorantha—the game's "Golden Age" was a memory, and the Ken Rolston-led "Runequest Renaissance" was about ready to get going but wasn't quite there.

As such, I missed the boat on Glorantha for a long time. I knew about it, heard about it in legends, but didn't really know how to get into it. HeroQuest kinda passed me by (though I did purchase and enjoy Mythic Russia!), and when I started investigating Glorantha and Classic Runequest in a serious way a few years ago, I found a lot of impenetrable lore and deep discussions by 30-year vets of the setting. The Guide to Glorantha was certainly a beautiful set of books, but it definitely seemed like something meant as a reference for folks who already had a basic foundation in the world. For all the gorgeous maps and full-color illustrations, there was an awful lot of text to get through...

I ran a fun little Griffin Mountain campaign back in 2015/16, and got a hint of what makes the world so special and interesting, but it still felt like work to really plug into the world and create a shared imaginary space that was authentic to Glorantha.

Enter the new line of Runequest books that Chaosium is rolling out this year: (so far) 13th Age Glorantha, The Glorantha Sourcebook, and the brand-new Runequest: Roleplaying in Glorantha corebook (the first of a three-volume set in the grand old D&D tradition—more on that in a moment).

Every one of these titles are beautifully laid out by Chris Huth (13th Age), Simeón Cogswell (RQG), and Malcolm Wolter (Sourcebook and RQG). The layout perfectly complements the gorgeous art that comes courtesy of a Murderer's Row of amazing talent organized by Chaosium's Creative VP, Jeff Richard.

And here (at last!) we get to the core of this post: thanks to the art in these books, I get Glorantha now. The art is a portal into the world that makes the text come alive. I can say this with authority, as I was one of the lucky 100 folks to get a pre-publication manuscript of the RQG core book at Gen Con last year, and although the writing was crisp, lively, and did everything it needed to do, it's the addition of the art to the final product that really makes the various sections of the book pop and brings Glorantha to life in a way I've been wishing and waiting for.

Now, dear reader, you probably won't be surprised if I told you that there are, even as I type this, people on the Internet right now arguing that they would have preferred less art if it meant condensing everything into a single book, rather than the (frankly) standard model of a core rulebook, monster bestiary, and GM's sourcebook/scenario pack. It's true!


It baffles me. That's all I can say.

I'll gladly pay for three books (and help support some awesome artists to boot!) if it means that I have before me a feast for my imagination, a magical portal to a mythic world I had only heard tell of in whispers but had never known how to get to before now. (And, of course, I'm also pretty sure that even without art, it would've been pretty much impossible to pack everything into a single book, which again is fine by me—gimme lots of content, please!)

Over on Facebook, Jeff Richard asked folks to share their favorite illustration from RQG. Ha! As if, Jeff! As others pointed out, that's like asking to (a) name a favorite child, and then (b) post pictures of that child.

Below are some—some—of my top picks. If you're also new to Glorantha, I hope these images will inspire you to give it a closer look.

And thanks to Jeff, the Chaosium team, and all the fantastic artists who contributed work (new and old) to these books: Dan Barker, Rick Becker, Bernard Bittler, Simon Bray, William Church, Miguel Coronado, Antonia Doncheva, Jed Dougherty, Gene Day, Andrey Fetisov, Rich Fleider, Piotr Foksowicz, Lisa Free, Merle Insigna, Tomasz Jedruszek, Kalin Kadiev, Roman Kisyov, Rachel Kahn, Jennifer Lange, Rhonda Libbey, Michelle Lockamy, Juha Makkonen, Mike Mignola, Christine Mitzuk, Luise Perrene, Jan Pospíšil, Kevin Ramos, Roger Raupp, Jakob Rebulka, Alex Ries, Naomi Robinson, Simon Roy, Olivier Sanfilippo, Luoto Sari, John Snyder, Tom Sullivan, Tobias Tranell, Cory Trego-Erdner, and Eric Vanel.


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A comment on DTRPG reads: "There is an unpleasant pig sacrifice image on p. 268. Personally, I would now like to have the option of a no art version." No.

A comment on DTRPG reads: "There is an unpleasant pig sacrifice image on p. 268. Personally, I would now like to have the option of a no art version." No.

I'm a sucker for illustrations of fantasy architecture. I wish we had more like this!

I'm a sucker for illustrations of fantasy architecture. I wish we had more like this!

This artist, Michelle Lockamy, is the subject of today's Women in Tabletop Gaming interview over on the Chaosium site:

This artist, Michelle Lockamy, is the subject of today's Women in Tabletop Gaming interview over on the Chaosium site:

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ETA: After posting this, I ran across what is perhaps the very first review of D&D ever published. In the 1974 review, Arnold Hendrick writes: "Graphics, considering the format, are decent, with some excellent illustrations, but some space could have been saved without compromising appearance."

Leaving aside how poorly Hendrick's praise of the artwork has aged, I find it fascinating that this debate has been going on since quite literally the beginning of the hobby. Wild!

Project Doomsday: Design Journal #2

Aha, I bet you thought I forgot about this little beast! No way. How could I? The holiday rush meant I missed last month's update, but I'm back with another monthly roundup of progress on Project Doomsday.

Admittedly, Doomsday has been a bit on the back burner since my first Journal entry, owing to other, more pressing writing commitments being finished up as well as starting two new campaigns for the Order. But this world is never far from my mind, and I managed to keep one foot in the fire (and mix metaphors at the same time!) by crafting a music mix, which is always one of my first steps for any big creative project.

Appropriately, the mix grew out of one I made for Savage RIFTS a couple years ago that, much my like my experience with that particular line, was almost there but never quite gelled. The DNA of that original mix is still present in the new mix, but to it I have added a healthy dose of synthwave, Europop, and more overt post-apocalyptic and cyberpunky nods.

I've also given a lot of thought to which system I want to use to power this setting. As I mentioned in my last post, I was waffling between using White Star for an OSR-flavored setting versus something D6-powered.

In the end, I decided to give D6 a shot—specifically Gallant Knight GamesTiny D6 system. Having a working relationship with GKG certainly helped solidify the decision in my mind, but I also like the low barrier to entry that the Tiny D6 line offers. By combining Tiny DungeonTiny Frontiers, and the forthcoming Tiny Wastelands, I figure I've got my multi-genre needs covered nicely. And if I later choose to do so, I can expand the setting into an "Advanced" version that uses more of the options offered by the Open D6 system. But since, for now, I want to focus on world-building, a rules-lite base is a good choice. I'll just have to try and restrain myself from adding too many mechanical bells and whistles...

Speaking of world-building, next month's Journal should feature a nice big chunk o' that (if I don't get snowed under by other projects!).

Until then!


Prince Valiant Is Back!

Back in July 2016 (why does that feel so long ago?), I posted about the Kickstarter for a new edition of Greg Stafford's other Arthurian RPG, Prince Valiant.

The game is now complete and unleashed into the world. As I reported at the time, I was lucky enough to be chosen for inclusion in the Episodes Book companion volume. This is a collection of 34 scenarios for Prince Valiant (or adaptable for your King Arthur Pendragon games too, I dare say), penned by a wide variety of writers and game designers. Just being featured on this list alongside such esteemed personages is truly an honor.

A sneak peek at my contribution.

A sneak peek at my contribution.

This new edition would not have been possible without Stewart Wieck, about whom more in a forthcoming post. For now, I'll just say, "Thanks, Stewart. You are missed."

Now go forth and treat yourself to some gorgeous Hal Foster art coupled with a bit of revolutionary game design!

Prince Valiant Core Book

Prince Valiant Episodes Book

Things I Don't Have Time For At the Moment

Between my actual-play podcast and various ongoing writing projects, I've got...oh, about five big items on my docket right now.

Of course, this means my brain keeps throwing ideas at me for yet more things to work on, all of which would just be silly little free fan projects. So consider this post a temporary storage bin that I may exorcise the demons and focus on the stuff in front of me. I'll come back to you, ideas—I promise!

One idea I've had kicking around for a while which has recently been reasserting itself is to do a PbtA adaptation of Philip Jose Farmer's Riverworld stories. It would, naturally, be called River World. See what I did there?

I realized a gaming goal of long standing a few years ago when I ran a GURPS Riverworld campaign, a mere 20 years after first picking up the book. It was a fun game, but I have to say that I found GURPS was almost too much for the setting. Ultimately, the gameplay experience came down to two things: building stuff and interacting with NPCs. Those are tasks that PbtA could handle really well, with a variety of interesting Moves to reflect social interaction and technological experimentation and development. Plus, the playbooks just write themselves.

Speaking of custom classes, I blogged last year about doing some write-ups on adapting S. John Ross's world of Uresia to The Black Hack. Shortly after that I went to Gen Con and came home with a bunch of projects—the kind that actually pay money—and so my "Uresia Hack" project has sadly remained on the back burner since then. But I will to it! In fact, one of the money-making projects I'm working on right now has more than a bit of Black Hack DNA in it, so I've had an opportunity to further familiarize myself with the system. I should really prioritize this once things open up a bit, as I bet I could crank out a PDF over a few evenings' worth of work.

The latest demon to come and torment me is courtesy of my cooling interest in Savage Rifts. Although I admire the job that the SR team did in adapting the rules, after running the game last year I've come to the conclusion that it just doesn't hit the notes I'm looking for. "My" version of Rifts is idiosyncratic to the extent that I don't think I can rely on anyone else to capture it; if you want something done right...

I know I'm not the only one to feel this way. My good e-buddy Paul Vermeren (of Dungeonskull Mountain) comes from a similar demographic/gaming background as I, and his interest in developing a version of "his" Rifts ineluctably led to a completely new vision of his own post-apocalyptic genre-mashup, the brilliant GRIDSHOCK (which I'll be promoting the hell out of when it comes out, because it's the retro-anime-superhero-post-apocalyptic mashup RPG you never knew you needed until now).

I was texting with my good buddy Alex (with whom I discovered Rifts way back when) about how I might go about scratching my own peculiar itch, and he quite helpfully suggested doing a sort of "neo-clone" using the wide variety of OSR rules out there. I actually blogged about this some years ago on my old blog, and I think, if anything, the available palette of hackable rules systems has only multiplied exponentially since then.

I don't know if this would be an attempt to convert Rifts qua Rifts to an OSR-style system, or if I'd take a page from GRIDSHOCK and attempt to do my own thing that's merely in the same general wheelhouse as Rifts...but it's sure fun to contemplate. If I went with the former, I suppose I'd have to keep things fairly generic (as far as released/posted material goes) to avoid that dreaded Palladium C&D letter! So maybe I'm better off just going my own way anyway?

Sadly, contemplation is a luxury I can't afford right now, so into the file it goes, along with these other worthy contenders. Maybe I'll check back in around the holidays, when snow lies sparsely on the ground and one searches for ways to while away the long nights...

And That Was the Gen Con That Was

I went to Gen Con again. It went well, despite the usual Indiana weather.


This was my third year in a row attending, and also my third Gen Con overall. It was also the Con's 50th anniversary, and badges sold out for the first time ever.

Obligatory "look at all the damn people!" picture

Obligatory "look at all the damn people!" picture

I arrived on Wednesday afternoon; this year I was lucky enough to score a room at the JW Marriott, which meant I was only 10 minutes away (at most) from the convention floor. Makes all the difference. This has ruined me for future Cons, and I simply don't know what I'll do if I can't get at least a downtown hotel in the future.

After navigating the circus-like lobby, and upon entering my room, I noticed the message light blinking on the desk phone. Curious. I hit the Voice Mail button and discovered there was a message being held for me at the front desk. Dialed down and was told Greg Stafford wanted me to call him.

I got through to Greg. "Oh hey, David. I just wanted to invite you out to dinner with me and the Chaosium crew."

Pretty much my expression immediately after that conversation and for the next hour or so.

Pretty much my expression immediately after that conversation and for the next hour or so.

I'm pleased to say the high never really wore off after that auspicious start. I got to hang with the Chaosium crew, went to the Diana Jones Awards and saw a metric tonne of designers, publishers, and writers there, attended a bunch of great panels, talked to yet more awesome designers and creatives than you can shake a stick at (particular shout-outs to Chris Helton, Chris Spivey, the LotFP crew, Ben McFarland, Wade Rockett, Mark Diaz-Truman, Sarah Richardson, and Alan Bahr--whom I spent most of the Con trying to meet up with, only to randomly run into on Saturday afternoon), met with folks about projects and made sinister plans for the future, handed out all of my Esoteric Order stickers (and holy shit do people love free stickers), talked about a possible sponsorship for the Order, and even managed to play in a couple games (one of which was terrible, the other terrific). I also fan-boyed out at Larry Elmore's booth, and only just managed to mumble my thanks as I bought two signed prints from him.

Oh, and even though I was so busy that I only averaged 1.5 meals a day, I tried to make the ones I did have count.

That's 21 ounces of chopped steak, son.

That's 21 ounces of chopped steak, son.

Pricey but excellent breakfast at the JW.

Pricey but excellent breakfast at the JW.

As a history nerd, I especially enjoyed all the "Gen Con 50" events going on all weekend. The museum at Lucas Oil had some amazing displays...

If you've read  Playing at the World , you'll know about the role Elastolin figures (and this castle in particular) played in the development of proto-D&D. And if you haven't read  Playing at the World , you really owe it to yourself to do so.

If you've read Playing at the World, you'll know about the role Elastolin figures (and this castle in particular) played in the development of proto-D&D. And if you haven't read Playing at the World, you really owe it to yourself to do so.

Even though it's not my favorite bit of classic D&D cover art, this was pretty amazing to see in person.

Even though it's not my favorite bit of classic D&D cover art, this was pretty amazing to see in person.


But the highlight of the retrospective events for me (and an overall Con highlight in general) was attending one of the "old fogey panels" (as Stafford called them), this one with Stafford himself, Steve Jackson, Mike Pondsmith, John Nephew, and Jordan Weisman.

Pondsmith showed up 10 minutes late and so is missing from this shot, but my goodness I could listen to that man talk for hours.

Pondsmith showed up 10 minutes late and so is missing from this shot, but my goodness I could listen to that man talk for hours.

Folks, this was like the pages of my old Wargames West catalog come to life. Chaosium, FASA, Steve Jackson Games, R. Talsorian, Lion Rampant...these were the companies that I followed assiduously when I first got into the hobby, and here were their founders. And so many great stories were shared! Such a treat to witness this. (I noticed they were taking video of the panel, so hopefully we'll see it released soon.)

As much fun as Gen Con is, it's also a business trip for me, fundamentally. And I have to say this was the most successful one for me yet, by far, according to that metric. Expect to see a bunch of stuff from me out of Chaosium in the months and years to come, but also a handful of other publishers of surpassing taste as well. There's a lot in the pipeline, and I suspect 2018 will see my gaming-related publishing resume begin to expand exponentially. I have such sights to show you...

I swiped this off someone else's Gen Con post on the sosh-meeds and have now forgotten where I got it. Is it yours? Let me know and I'll credit!

I swiped this off someone else's Gen Con post on the sosh-meeds and have now forgotten where I got it. Is it yours? Let me know and I'll credit!

Apparently, as far as traveling to and from Gen Con is concerned, Tuesday is the new Wednesday and Monday is the new Sunday. The latter, in particular--I missed out on many more socializing and gaming opportunities because I flew out on Sunday morning instead of Monday. I'll have to stay an extra night next year, I guess.

It's fine, though. Gen Con was wonderfully exhausting as it was. This year really did feel special for a whole bunch of reasons, but it was still great to come home to finer weather and a very happy dog...


On Joe Dever and the Legacy of Lone Wolf

I was up way past my bedtime last night, reading through the Lone Wolf Adventure Game from Cubicle 7. You see, I'll finally be starting an LWAG campaign tomorrow night, a prospect I've been tremendously excited about ever since picking up the box set at Gen Con 2015.

Then this morning, after oversleeping due to the aforementioned late-night reading, I blearily checked my Facebook feed and found it exploding with messages of condolence: Joe Dever, creator of the world of Magnamund and author of the Lone Wolf game books, has passed away. He was only 60.

This one is hitting me hard, folks.

When Gygax passed, I was sad, but in more of an abstract sense on a personal level. I got into the hobby some years after he had been ousted from TSR, so my relationship to his creation was always taken at one remove, or more. My familiarity with the magic of Gygaxian prose and world-building came much later in life.

But, as I suspect for many of my age group (those who got into RPGs during the mid-80s to early-90s), Joe Dever's writing was the gateway to this hobby for me.

I've written before about how I "GM'd" the Lone Wolf books on the playground, reading them aloud to a friend who would make the choices and pick the numbers from the Random Number Table.

I remember attempting to make my first D&D game world and basing off the material in the Magnamund Companion.

My first stab at game design was a manuscript called "The Lone Wolf RPG". I still have my dot-matrix printout. I should scan it and post it at some point, as awful as it is.

I was lucky enough to briefly meet Joe at Gen Con 2015, shake his hand, and thank him for his writing and his inspiration. Today I will mourn, and tomorrow I will, in my infinitesimal way, help carry on the creative vision he first laid down nearly 40 years ago.

For Sommerlund and the Kai!

"Thrilling Tales 2e: Pulp Villains - Von Keiner" Available Now!

I've been fairly quiet around here the last couple months; one of the reasons is that I've been pretty busy writing material for publication.

There'll be more to come in 2017, but here's the first fruit of all that labor (and hey, just in time for...sigh..."Cyber Monday"), a plug-and-play villain for your Savage Worlds pulp games.

I couldn't be happier with how the document ended up looking (big thanks to Adamant Entertainment's Eric Trautmann!) and hope that, if you pick this up, you get some use and enjoyment out of my take on a "Nemo meets Robur" anti-hero.


[Savage Rifts] Journey's End

A couple weeks back I wrote about my Savage RIFTS game taking an unexpected turn and sort of accidentally stumbling into a pretty decent setup for picaresque adventures.

Last week I ran the first installment in that new framework. Sadly, and by mutual agreement with my group, it looks like that will be the final installment for the foreseeable future.

I can't really place my finger on it, but things just never really gelled for me. I'll need to give some thought as to why this may be. It might have been the fact I haven't run RIFTS for over 20 years. It might've been the fact that I went with a region that holds no familiarity or nostalgic attachment from the days when I did run RIFTS. It might've been a poor choice of scenarios that didn't match my preferred play-style. There was also the learning curve of running Savage Worlds at a power-level I was unfamiliar with, which proved draining. I got to the point of familiarity I needed to be at, but by that point my enthusiasm was largely shot.

Not helping matters is the fact that I'm currently running one of the most satisfying games I've run in a long time, so it only highlighted my dissatisfaction with this one.

I definitely want to return to Savage RIFTS. I think that next time around, I'll go with a setting and framework that feels more comfortable, familiar, and engaging, and I'll write my own material. (Due to a confluence of writing deadlines, I was pretty much forced to go with pre-written material this time around.)

On a positive note, I did quite enjoy the experience that Savage RIFTS offers—it felt like RIFTS should feel. Also, my Chiang-ku conversion felt just about right, being neither to over- or under-powered, so I'll go ahead and pat myself on the back for a job well-done there.

With Savage RIFTS going gentle into that good night, we decided to run horror-themed one-shots all the month of October—I get to play "The Derelict" next week! And Cryptworld on Halloween weekend!—after which I'll be indulging my new-old love of old World of Darkness and starting up a Vampire: the Dark Ages chronicle. I'll be posting more about that in coming weeks, I'm sure.

Two Game Design Bugbears

I'm a day late with this week's post, and, as I am currently madly racing towards two deadlines, it will be brief.

I'm currently running three(!) weekly games, each a different system, and this has given me some opportunities to refine what I like and don't like in game design these days. Two elements have recently come up that are bugging the ever-loving crap out of me, and I'm sharing them here to vent my spleen and also as a reminder to myself never to include stuff like this in whatever designs I end up doing in the future.

1. Player-character abilities that force the GM to remember a modifier. This is the old "dwarves are at -4 to be hit by ogres" thing. I prefer my mechanics active rather than passive. Nothing irks me more than to hear a player say, "Oh, these are supernatural creatures? Did you remember the +2 Toughness modifier on that roll?" It breaks the flow of the game, adds yet one more thing for the GM to track, and, if forgotten, has potentially major consequences. ("If only I'd remembered that modifier, your character would still be alive.") It's a burden for players as well: not only are they having to monitor their own dice rolls and abilities, but also the GM's. Abilities that impose one-time bonuses and penalties get a pass here, but only barely.

2. Stat blocks that list abilities that require further look-ups. Most systems have some sort of thing where characters get certain abilities due to class benefits/advantages/edges/disciplines. I have no problem with this as long as the mechanical effects of these abilities are listed on the stat block. Too often they're not. For example, in Vampire: the Masquerade, seeing "Dominate 4" on a stat block actually tells you almost nothing useful. Instead, you have to know the four completely different abilities that come with having Dominate 4. Why this isn't listed on stat blocks I'll never know. (Well, I have a suspicion, but I'll keep it to myself.) This happens in Savage Worlds a lot too. NPCs that have a big host of Edges won't always have the benefits of those Edges spelled out on the sheet. Instead, you have to know that the "Quick" Edge allows you to re-deal an initiative card of face-value 5 or less. Yes, it's a learning curve issue, but it's quite annoying, especially in the case of the more obscure abilities ("Serpentis 3?") or if, like me, you run more than one system. Even my beloved Call of Cthulhu falls into this trap whenever you have NPCs with spells; it's the old D&D problem of having to look up spell effects in the middle of a combat or else simply commit them to memory. For me, the platonic ideal of a stat block has all the information I need right in front of me: bonuses, penalties, effects, whatever. The trick, of course, is keeping the block to a manageable size. Pendragon actually does an excellent job of this, incidentally.

Ah, I feel much better. Back to work!

With apologies to Adam Scott Glancy

With apologies to Adam Scott Glancy

[Savage Rifts] Actual-Play Analysis

Last week I wrapped up a four-session arc of Savage Rifts, played with my two oldest friends, one of whom had gotten into Rifts along with me way back in early 90s. So there was some personal history with the setting, to say the least.

Of the three of us, I was by far the most familiar with the Savage Worlds system, but even I found myself taken somewhat by surprise in the way that Savage Rifts plays. It operates at a level far above what, for me, is "typical" SW game play, which is only fitting for the setting. It's pretty much the same difference between Ninjas & Superspies or even Heroes Unlimited and Rifts in the original Palladium system. This speaks well of what a great job the Pinnacle/Evil Beagle team did in bringing the setting over to Savage Worlds, but it did necessitate something of a learning curve for me.

Below is the "post-mortem" writeup I did after our final session. It's a bit of a lengthy read, but if you're curious how Savage Rifts played out for one little group over the course of a month of gaming, read on...

Issue Zero

The backstory begins with Aurys, an Altaran warrior woman who escaped from her Splugorth masters after being assigned to guard the cell of a captured Atlantean freedom fighter by the name of Oxric. He conversed with her telepathically from within his cell—and as he did so, she began to think the unthinkable: of insurrection, rebellion, escape. Whether these were Aurys’s own buried feelings being brought to the forefront by Oxric’s psychic surgery, or whether the Atlantean was planting the ideas in her head, she never knew. But shortly thereafter Oxric escaped; one of his last messages to her was to look for him in the wilds of Dinosaur Swamp if she wished to fight for freedom.

Aurys didn’t stick around very long. On her next mission to the mainland on the barge of her master Golga Sabbal, Aurys slipped away in the night. She wandered for a time until she found the first big settlement, a town by the name of Kingsdale.

There she fell in with the Society of Sages, who offered free Juicer conversions in exchange for two years of service. Aurys signed up right away, a plan forming in her head: she would return one day to Atlantis and kill Golga Sabbal and free her enslaved sisters!

For two years, Aurys did as the Sages bade. She killed. She stole. This wasn’t much different than what she did for the Splugorth. But she never crossed the line to enslavement—until they asked her to retrieve a dragon’s egg.

Cagliostro Smith, the leader of the Sages, sent Aurys on this mission personally, telling her it was “of the utmost importance to the Society.” He dispatched his second-in-command, a techno-wizard of some repute by the name of Morphicles, to accompany her.

They retrieved the egg—never mind how or from whom, it’s far too bloody to get into here—and loaded the massive thing onto the back of a hover-truck. But on the way back the egg began hatching!

Stopping the truck, Aurys and Morphicles got out and began bickering about what to do; Aurys never could stand the arrogant, loud-mouthed techno-wizard. And as they did so the egg kept cracking and splitting, until a giant serpentine body suddenly unfurled like a holiday cracker. Its massive tail landed squarely on Morphicles, killing him instantly.

Aurys, whose Juicer-enhanced reflexes had saved her from a similar fate, stood off, her JA-9 laser rifle raised and poised to take a shot at the hatchling’s head. But then she heard its mewling cries, its evident distress at having crushed Morphicles. Aurys knew why she'd been sent to retrieve this creature: enslavement and experimentation, eventual death, but only after untold days and weeks of suffering. Her heart melted.

“You can shapeshift?” she asked it.

“Y-yes,” it stammered, trying out language for the first time.

Aurys showed the dragon Morphicles’ corpse. “Can you look like him?” A second later, “Morphicles” stood before her. She stripped the dead Morphicles of his clothes and armor and gave them to the dragon-Morphicles. “Come,” she said once the dragon had donned the gear.

And so they walked.

Issue One

They traversed many miles, crossing the mighty Appalachians and descending into the Georgian Piedmont. Not that these names meant anything to either one of them; they were both fantastically naïve in the ways of the world, the newborn hatchling and the former slave. But from time to time they met a friendly wilderness scout or trapper who would keep them on the right track. For they had a destination in mind—or at least Aurys did: Atlanta.

They spotted the kudzu-covered spires that marked the ruins of Atlanta on a warm and humid spring afternoon. Shortly after, they encountered an encampment: a group of professional dino-hunters who had paused in their travels to sell some of their captured specimens to interested locals. A band of Simvan Monster Riders checked out a willful Ironhoof. Some dark-skinned barbarians had come up from their home in the old city, wearing the skins of giant rats and carrying old STOP signs as shields.

Aurys and Morphicles poked around, finding little of interest. Then Aurys heard a chorus of pitiful cries from near one of the dealer tents. In three cages sat a family of Frilled Swamp Runners, calling out to each other and begging for release. Aurys couldn’t stand the sound. Too much like the old slave pens.

She paid for the lot, and threw in a generous tip besides. This encouraged a friendly word from the head of the expedition, a big game hunter who styled himself “The Body”. Aurys had been having visions of a giant copper fish ever since setting off for Georgia. The Body said that there was such a monument inside the ruins, and that the local barbarians worshipped it. He pointed Aurys and Morphicles in the right direction and wished them luck.

They set out at dawn the next day. Their journey was interrupted by a rain shower. What fell from the sky wasn’t drops of water but rather wriggling, live, pink-skinned mollusks. Taking shelter in the ruins of a gas station forecourt, they watched as the ground became carpeted with the disgusting things. Soon the shower passed, and scavenger animals began descending on the helpless, still-writhing meals.

Aurys advised Morphicles to hold on for a bit; the hatchling wished to go and sniff and nibble the mollusks too. As they waited, the bank of ferns behind them rustled and a terrible saurian face emerged!

The crisis was short-lived, however. Cooly, Aurys spun and snapped off a shot from her rifle. The Raptor fell at her feet. They decided to move on before more showed up…

[Editorial Note: I'd forgotten how quickly Extras can be dispatched in Savage Worlds. This was a sort of "testing the waters" encounter and I desperately wanted to avoid a TPK...but sort of got the opposite with a very anti-climactic encounter! Quite different from how it would've gone in Palladium Rifts, where I'm sure the PCs would've still emerged victorious but not without a 30-minute attritional slog of a combat...]

When the duo entered the ruins of Atlanta later that day, they immediately felt like they were being watched. Following the directions provided by The Body, in an overgrown clearing they found what they’d been seeking: a massive copper fish some 30 feet high, sculpted to look like it was breaching the water. As they stepped into the clearing, they were quickly surrounded by more of the dark-skinned barbarians they’d seen at the dino-hunters’ camp. From amidst their ranks emerged a young man, slight of build and chalky of complexion—an albino! He introduced himself as Chief Porter.

Aurys told Chief Porter why they’d come to Atlanta. She spoke of Oxric and the Atlanteans, of her visions of the great copper fish. Porter nodded. “Truly, the god Kopar has willed that you come here for some great task. Follow me.”

He led them down into the earth via a bank of stalled escalators and into the home of the Kopar tribe—Atlanta’s former Underground shopping district. As they walked, Chief Porter spoke of his enmity with the “rat-people” and of the goodness of someone called Lyxander and his Atlantean friends who lived in the tunnels beneath the city. Nevertheless, it was clear that the Atlanteans represented a recent arrival in the region and were still regarded as something of a wild card.

Soon they came to a grand set of stairs leading further underground. An old plastic sign marked “MARTA” hung over the stairs. “Down there. Follow the tunnel on your right and you will come to them eventually.”

Aurys and Morphicles did as they were told. They found a terminal station at the bottom of the stairs, and massive tubes leading off in two directions. They began walking.

After some minutes, they both sensed some people lurking ahead in the darkness. They froze up, just as a call came from the darkness. “No further! Hands up and no fast moves. We’re sending someone out.”

Out of the darkness came a man in military garb, rifle raised and ready to fire. “You’ve got about six more trained on you back there,” he said. “Who are you? What business do you have in the tunnels?”

Aurys told him they were searching for Oxric, that he told her to look for him. The solder asked them to disarm, and they obliged, Aurys taking a rather long time in doing so as she was essentially a walking arsenal.

More soldiers came out and collected the gear, and they set out deeper into the tunnel. They passed another checkpoint, this one fortified with an old subway car laid perpendicular across the tracks, two rail guns positioned to cover the approaches. Then they reached another terminal platform, but this was far from deserted.

An encampment covered the platform and stretched a ways down the tunnel. Around a dozen or so men, women, and D-bees sat about, engaged in various tasks or simply conversing. Morphicles saw his first “cactus man” here, along with two mutant Dog Boys and a wild Psi-Stalker, all of whom began sniffing the air curiously as the shape-shifted dragon drew near.

A tall man, his skin bronzed and hair flaxen gold, garbed in scarlet armor with gold trimmings, came bounding up. “My men radioed ahead. You seek Oxric? He is a good friend of mine. I am called Lyxander.”

He was a True Atlantean, and looked every inch the part. He had a winning smile, a warm laugh, and an easy-going air about him; he possessed the body of a Greek god and looked like he’d snapped more than a few necks in his time.

Oxric was sent for and soon emerged from the gloom of a tent. He was Lyxander’s opposite: pale, almost serpent-like, with strange golden eyes and a disturbing unearthly air. When he saw Auris, he smiled. “Ah, so you decided to find me, did you? And you brought…a dragon-friend?” he asked, holding a finger to his temple.

Morphicles revealed his true form to the astonished assemblage. Both the Atlanteans immediately bowed before him. “A Chiang-Ku! And a hatchling, no less!” breathed Lyxander. “This must be a sign of the gods’ favor!”

Just then, one of the soldiers ran up to Lyxander. “Reports coming in of a disturbance not far from here, Lyxander.” He handed the Atlantean an earpiece, and Lyxander’s brow furrowed as he listened.

“Our drone scouts are reporting demonic activity just a few miles south of here,” he said, his voice suddenly hard and flinty. He looked at Aurys. “You came to fight? Now’s your chance.”

Issue Two

Aurys and Morphicles (in his human form once again) set out right away with Oxric and another Atlantean named Falcone. This one was much more like Lyxander in overall appearance, but favored blue armor and styled his pale hair into a faux-hawk. At his sides hung two ion pistols, slung low. Six soldiers accompanied the group, loaded up with laser rifles and plasma grenades. The strike team took a service elevator to the surface, emerging into the oppressive heat from the cool, dark underground.

They walked for some time, but their destination was clear from the start: columns of smoke rose up into the muggy air, signaling the source of the problem. Soon they slowed their progress, picking their way carefully through the verdant ruins. The sound of shouts and laser blasts could be heard up ahead…

Peering through a thicket of ferns, the group could make out a pack of demonic Brodkil rampaging through a barbarian village, setting buildings on fire and shooting down the few survivors who were attempting to flee. Overhead buzzed other strangely-carapaced demons that occasionally swept down on a terrified villager the Brodkil had somehow missed.

Art by Newton Ewell

Art by Newton Ewell

Art by Ramon Perez

Art by Ramon Perez

The strike team opened up. Laser beams lanced across the devastated village, grenades flew. Aurys, despite her blindness, calmly picked off one Brodkil after another. All fell under the combined assault.

With heavy hearts, Falcone and his team walked among the burning remains. No villagers remained to tell their sad tale. “Where did the demons come from?” Falcone wondered aloud.

“Um, I think I can answer that. In part, at least.” The voice emerged from behind them. Everyone whirled around and raised their weapons. “Whoa! Hey! Whoa!” It was a human male in his early 20s, and he was standing in a flinching posture, both hands up in submission. “Easy, guys! I come in peace.”

The man introduced himself as Harry Mayborn III. He was a Shifter, and came from a long line of summoners. “I never really had much joy for the work myself,” he admitted, "but Dad wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He raised me to be a Shifter like him and Gramps from before I could even walk.

“So I was up around Char, looking for work, you know? And I met this chick, styled herself Lady Gabrienne. Said she wanted to summon a demon. Well, what was I supposed to say? That’s my line of work. Only I couldn’t bind a demon of the sort she wants to summon. ’Don’t worry,’ she says. ‘I have a binding ritual that will do the trick.’

“Great. So we head down here because she says it has to be this particular site. An old penitentiary from before the time of the rifts. Lots of negative psychic resonance there. I think that was where we went wrong. The demon came through all right, but he was strong. If Gabrienne’s binding ritual was even legit, well, it didn’t work here at any rate. That thing came roaring through and I…I legged it.”

He looked down ashamedly. At this point he noticed one of the dead Brodkil. “Um, didn’t summon these guys, though. Um…oh dear.”

“Never mind that!” snapped Falcone. “Where is this penitentiary?”

Mayborn indicated that it was about a mile south of their current position. Falcone dispatched the soldiers, two of whom had been wounded in the fighting, back to the MARTA HQ with instructions to pull more men for backup.

“Listen,” Mayborn said, “I feel bad about all this. Truly. I may not have enough power to bind the demon, but I can certainly send it back from whence it came. I just need to get close enough…”

A quick con-fab ensued in which it was decided to try for a surgical strike on the penitentiary to allow Mayborn the chance to redeem himself.

“It’s pretty likely that the rancorous bastard has been busily summoning more demons and other infernal allies to his side,” Mayborn noted glumly as the group set off. The penitentiary was just as easy to locate as the village; a great roiling black cloud had gathered overhead, slowly twisting widdershins. Above the ruined prison and beneath the black cloud, more of those strange bug-like demons buzzed around…along with a dozen or more giant gargoyles!

Art by Kevin Siembieda

Art by Kevin Siembieda

The demons and gargoyles spotted the group on the ground and dove on them. A desperate battle ensued with Falcone, Oxric, Aurys, and Morphicles attempting to protect Mayborn to the best of their abilities while they weathered the diving attacks of demon and gargoyle alike. Ion and laser blasts sizzled the air, blades both metallic and psionic sliced and diced, and in time the group stood triumphant, the remaining demons and gargoyles fleeing back behind the penitentiary walls. Unfortunately, Harry Mayborn III lay on the ground, his clothes soaked with blood—a lone gargoyle had managed to get a hit in on him in the chaos of battle.

Morphicles and Oxric did their best to stabilize Mayborn with the healing powers of their minds, but his wounds were deep indeed. Nevertheless, he insisted he was able to carry on. And so the heroes stood surveying the cloud-shrouded pen, knowing what awaited them inside…

[Editorial Note: This session was really tough. The scenario is taken from the Savage Foes of North America book, so it's perhaps intended to be especially combat-heavy--something I didn't realize until it was too late. The two combats very quickly degenerated into boiling hells of boring dice-slinging despite our best efforts to keep the narrative patter flowing. Rolling attacks for over two dozen Lesser Demons and Gargoyles while the players sat idly by for five minutes at a time…ugh. This session showed me that running battles of this size in Savage Worlds with just Theater of the Mind—no battle map, no tokens—is a recipe for boring combats. I’m normally exclusively a TotM guy, and have never run SW on this scale before, so my experience this session was pretty demoralizing. But I decided to press on and try out combat with a battle map and tokens next time…]

Issue Three

The heroes entered the penitentiary grounds and were immediately set upon by some of the remaining gargoyles These were dispatched with relative ease. Beyond the yard lay the old prison blocks. Grimly, the group entered.

[Editorial Note: I figured this was going to be the “make or break” session in terms of seeing if these big set-piece battles could be any fun. I purposely structured things like a side-scroller video game, complete with a boss fight at the end.]

On the first floor of the old maximum security block, the group encountered a truly horrifying creature: a massive crab-like demon, scuttling about in the three feet of standing water that covered the ground floor.

Undeterred, Aurys took aim with her trusty JA-9 and dropped the infernal beast with a single shot!

[Editorial Note: Two walk-over combats in a row! I was getting a little worried…]

Morphicles found a crumbling steel staircase in a stairwell, and he and Aurys went up first. (Falcone had shown himself to be a bit of a kill-stealer in the combat outside the prison and they were anxious to get some more kills of their own without his interference.)

As they climbed to the top of the stairs, the last of the gargoyles dropped down on them from the top level.

[Editorial Note: Guess who momentarily forgot how huge Gargoyles are? This guy. ]

Falcone entered the fray (because of course he did) and the three of them dispatched the hideous fiends easily enough. Then Aurys and Morphicles reached the top of the stairs…

Suddenly the space was filled with searing flames! It was as if someone had squeezed off a blast from a flamethrower—but no! A strange demon with the face of a whale lurked outside the stairwell; the flames had come from a metallic rod growing out of one of its rubbery arms.

Both Aurys and Morphicles were badly burnt by the first blast, so they determined not to give it another chance to do the same. The whale-headed demon went down just as quickly as its crab-like compatriot.

But then, in the vast hall beyond, their ultimate goal reposed, the remaining lesser demons buzzing around it. The demon known as Rozarre the Rancorous buzzed angrily as Morphicles and Aurys emerged from the stairwell.

Art by Newton Ewell

Art by Newton Ewell

The great demon flew towards the heroes, who were joined in short order by Falcone and the injured Mayborn. Oxric, seeing the great beast, shrank back into the stairwell, from which he would play only a peripheral role in the fight to come.

The hall was capacious enough to allow Morphicles to assume his draconic form, and he did so, growing to about the same size as Rozarre. He, Aurys, and Falcone fought desperately in attempt to distract and hold the demon at bay while Mayborn attempted to summon up his banishment spell.

His first attempt ended in a fit of coughing up blood.

Morphicles took a bad hit from one of Rozarre’s saber-like claws…

Mayborn traced a circle in the air, invoking the words of power. Rozarre’s hideous carapace-like flesh rippled but he did not disappear.

Aurys took a bad hit from one of Rozarre’s tentacles…

Our heroes were on their last legs, every single one sporting two or three wounds. It was now or never. Mayborn cast his spell again, the magic circle he described in the air glowing with a white light. With a screech, Rozarre the Rancorous shrank down to a singularity and winkled out of existence!

[Editorial Note: I gave control of Mayborn to Aurys, so all rolls were coming from the players’ side. The second banishment spell just went off, with both Mayborn and Rozarre Acing their respective rolls but Mayborn only barely scoring the raise he needed to succeed at his banishment. Hugely exciting! The “boss fight” truly lived up to its name, and the PCs very nearly got their asses handed to them. Combat this session went much more smoothly with the battle map and tokens and didn’t feel like nearly such a slog. I was still a bit disturbed by how quickly the Daemonix went down, but then again we’re dealing with a Warrior Woman Juicer—the phrase “combat monster” certainly applies here.]

Issue Four

With the banishment of Rozarre, the black cloud overhead dispersed and the heroes departed in triumph. They met their reinforcements halfway back and so had an escort to the MARTA tunnels to herald their return.

Aurys and Morphicles both headed for the medical tent straight away, where they were tended to by the skilled psychic healers there. Aurys was also reunited with her Frilled Swamp Runner companions, who expressed their delight at seeing her again by knocking over a table of test tubes and retorts. She gave them one of her dehydrated ration bars and they scampered off to divide up the food. Morphicles, meanwhile, had decided to shed his human disguise, adopting a miniaturized version of his true form for the time being.

As the pair lay recuperating in the tent, Aurys opened up to Morphicles about the sins of her past. The killings, the enslavement, the countless actions she now regretted. Her blindness had not saved her from witnessing innumerable crimes against decency and the common good. She spoke of the Slaver she had escaped from, and of her desire to avenge herself upon him. Little did she know that that time was quickly drawing nigh…

The two friends lingered about the camp for the next day. Aurys traded Falcone two of her pre-rifts guns (an Uzi and a 12-gauge shotgun) for one of his silver daggers, which had proved useful in the fight against the demons. They enjoyed the downtime.

This didn’t last long. Lyxander came to them the next day with a request. “Please feel free to say no if you still need to rest, but we’ve lost contact with Fort Hawkins on the coast and need someone to go scout things out, make sure everything’s okay. Neither our wireless set nor the power of magic have been able to raise them.”

Feeling much more their normal selves this day, Aurys and Morphicles agreed. “Just follow the river south,” Lyxander said. And so they did, bringing Aurys’ Swamp Runners along.

On their first day’s journey, they encountered a strange grove of trees knocked down in perfect concentric circles but with no apparent signs of damage, fire, or other sort of violence. Their second day, they followed the sound of screeching Leatherwings to the scene of a Raptor lying on its side, apparently dying. The Leatherwings were waiting to swoop in for the kill when a T-rex came bursting out of the forest and began snacking on the dying Raptor. Aurys and Morphicles withdrew before the Rex caught sight of them as well.

They arrived at Fort Hawkins around dusk. It was a massive fortress complex built around a 20th-century cement reconstruction of an 18th-century fort that had stood on the site that later became Macon, Georgia. Now all that remained of that city was the reproduction tower along with a newer wooden palisade surrounding it.

They were met outside the gates by two gentlemen, each dressed in leathers and capes, their fine flowing hair tied back to reveal long ears and sharp features. Neither Morphicles nor Aurys had met an Elf before, but here were two! The Elves identified themselves as Pennent and Gran, and were happy to welcome the travelers once they explained who they were and from whence they’d come.

The Elves said they were aware that their communication was out, and said it was probably due to an increase in ley line storms over the nearby Ocmulgee Mounds—ancient burial mounds that were now a hotbed of dimensional activity.

“Indeed, that is why we settled here: to keep an eye on the Things that come out of the periodic rifts that open up there. It’s been a while since it’s been this active, though,” the jovial Pennent offered. The heroes were introduced to Gran and Pennent’s Elven wives (and Gran’s newborn son) and given a tour of the grounds, which housed about three-dozen scouts and trappers, all of whom had come to live at Fort Hawkins and train under the Elves, learning their mastery of woodcraft and wilderness survival.

Aurys and Morphicles had a wonderful time at the Fort. The next morning, they accompanied Gran and Penennt out to the Mounds, where they observed a massive nexus of four ley lines converging over the largest mound. As they stood surveying the scene, a small rift began opening at one of the nexus points. Everyone tensed up, ready for whatever might come through. Morphicles used his psionically-enhanced sight to zoom in on the rift, which sat about 500 yards distant.

He was shocked to see four figures come through the mirror-like surface of the rift who looked just like him and his group! After exchanging worried glances, they decided to go down to the rift, approaching the newcomers cautiously. As they got closer, they began observing subtle differences: the newcomers’ clothes were similar but made of nylon and neoprene; “Aurys” wore mirrorshades instead of the blindfold she sported in this reality. “Morphicles” appeared to be a robot, his scales all of chromed metal. The two “elves” appeared to be humans who had received cosmetic surgery to make them appear more elfin.

These mirror-universe doppelgängers were confused and alarmed, and convinced themselves that they were having a bad drug trip or had unwittingly wandered into some sort of VR simulation. The Rifts-universe heroes agreed fervently and convinced them to go back through. (Aurys did consider slaying her double and using the body to fake her own death, but she really was trying to turn over a new leaf these days…) The rift closed 15 minutes later.

[Editor’s Note: The joys of the Random Rift tables! I rolled up a mirror-surfaced rift that connected to a mirror universe (how appropriate!) consisting of an parallel alternate-reality cyberpunk universe with no magic. Wowza!]

With that strange adventure out of the way, the heroes began the trek back to Atlanta, promising to return to Fort Hawkins soon. This was, sadly, never to be.

After a few hours of walking, Aurys heard something that chilled her blood: the sound of a Floating Eye scout from a Splugorth Slaver’s slave barge hovering nearby.

Urgently, she motioned for Morphicles and her three Swamp Runner companions to hide, but alas it was in vain. The Eye caught sight of them! Aurys knew that even now it was beaming the information back to the barge, which wouldn’t be far off. She shot it out of the sky and began to run.

But, sure enough, crashing in over the tree tops came the slave barge. And it wasn’t just any barge; it was that of Golga Sabbal himself! The time had come for Aurys to face her former master.

Art by Keith Parkinson

Art by Keith Parkinson

Morphicles assumed his full dragon form as Aurys, knowing she wouldn’t be able to overcome the barge’s force field with her laser rifle, ran up the side of a leaning palm tree and vaulted onto the barge itself! She sailed right over her Altaran sisters who crouched behind their blast shields and came down right on top of Golga, her greatsword flashing…

…and the blade bounced right off his forearm bracer.

[Editorial Note: It was such an awesome moment and then Aurys goes and rolls triple-1 for damage. Ouch.]

Morphicles, enraged, lept up, his long sinewy form stretching out, and grabbed hold of the side of the barge. He gave a mighty heave and flung the entire thing towards the river bank. Golga Sabbal just barely managed to right the craft, but the throw did shake off two of the warrior women, who gracefully fell to earth and unsheathed their vibro-knives for some “close-in work.”

Up on the barge the battle raged. Aurys was facing not just Golga, but the two remaining warrior women, who rained down blows upon their former sister, their faces twisted, silent masks of rage at her betrayal.

On the ground, the fight did not go well for Aurys’ Swamp Runner companions, two of whom were slain by the warrior women. Aurys, pressed too hard, vaulted off the barge and took on the ground-based Altarans, killing one of them while Morphicles used his psionics to add to her already-considerable prowess.

Golga, seeing a full-blown Chiang-Ku in the fight, decided that discretion was the better part of valor and began hovering away, sending a telepathic message to Aurys that he would be back for her and her little dragon friend soon enough. As a literal parting shot, he dispatched the last Swamp Runner, the baby of the family, with a blast from his forearm plasma gun!

Well, that did it. Aurys’ Juicer rig went into overtime, reacting to her rage and natural adrenaline response by pumping even more hormones and drugs into her system. She saw red. She heard klaxons. Golga must not escape, even if it meant her own life!

Morphicles once more leapt forward and grabbed the side of the barge before it could rise much further. His weight was enough to stall its ascent. Aurys ran up her dragon-friend’s back and renewed her melee with the Slaver. The warrior women, unable to penetrate the Juicer’s preternaturally-quick defenses, attempted to bum rush her off the side of the barge only to fall 20 feet to their deaths on the rocky river bank below after she side-stepped them. Now it was just Aurys and Golga.

As the Juicer rained down blows on her old master, he fired a blast from the barge’s main gun into Morphicles’ belly. The blaster was set to “stun,” and the dragon lost consciousness when he was hit. His grip faltered and he fell crashing to the ground, sending the barge with Golga and Aurys bobbing up into the air like a cork in water. Aurys did not notice. Her greatsword chipped and nearly ruined, she at last succeeded in cutting clean through Golga Sabbal’s arm, lopping it off. She followed this up with a cross stroke that sent his reeking guts spilling from his belly and all over the barge, which in turn dipped violently as its master died.

Aurys fell. She dropped the 60 or so feet, losing consciousness as soon as she hit the ground. The great barge followed her, crashing down on top of her. She was no more.

[Editorial Note: Wow! All my doubts about the Savage Rifts combat system were completely erased by this fight. Aurys was able to use a combination of Bennies and Burn Points to stay in the game, declaring “Blaze of Glory” at the end after all other options had been exhausted. She wanted that glorious death, she got it. It was an amazing fight—one of the most cinematic duels I’ve ever seen in 25 years of gaming.]

Hours later, Morphicles came to. He saw the flaming wreckage, the dead bodies. He knew that Aurys must be under that barge. He knew he was alone now. With a sigh, he got to his feet and once again began walking—only now, he couldn’t be sure of where he’d end up…

[Editorial Note: We decided to shift the focus of the campaign at this point, turning it into a picaresque journal of Morphicles’ adventures across Rifts Earth (and maybe beyond?). He will encounter other player-character heroes with their own arcs, much like Aurys, but he will remain the anchor point of the campaign. This will be a great way to explore the setting at large and bring in a variety of other character types over time. I'll be chronicling the action as we go, starting with next week's session. If you'd like to follow along, feel free to subscribe over on Obsidian Portal: Onward!]