Wednesday, January 22, 2020
A confluence of events has deemed The Islands of Purple-Haunted Putrescence worthy of two new reviews... even if it has been 6 years since I birthed it.
I remember fondly my time writing, running, and witnessing peoples' reactions to that book. Without further ado, you can listen to the 2 part podcast here. Dan Davenport, GMshoe, has a text review here.
Want to go straight to the PDF? Here you go. But if you prefer the b/w softcover, I recommend buying it on Amazon.
That campaign setting hexcrawl paved the way for Cha'alt, so for that alone I'm happy to see it mentioned on the internet.
If anyone has a purple islands story they'd like to share, I'd love to read it. Comment below!
Thursday, January 16, 2020
This weekend only - from now until Monday morning at 10am - I'm running a special deal...
$50 for one Cha'alt hardcover or two for $75! If you live within the USA, shipping is included. If you live outside the USA, $25 shipping for the first book and $35 for both.
All you gotta do is send $ via paypal: Venger.Satanis@yahoo.com
You've never seen an RPG tome of this high quality!!!
Along with the print version, you'll get complimentary digital files; just need your DriveThruRPG associated email address.
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Normally, OSR blog posts lack any real divisiveness. I mean, we all kind of agree on certain things, and where we disagree, we're mostly fine accepting those differences.
Well, I've stumbled onto something I'm really passionate about - a subject that my friend is equally passionate about. Yay, an argument!
The following is a copy/paste from the comment section beneath his review of Old School Renaissance Like A Fucking Boss. It might make more sense if I included Endzeitgeist's review of Crimson Dragon Slayer D20 for context, as well as, my own blog post response to it.
While it may seem obvious, let me mention it here - I like old school for the most part, I play old school for the most part, and I create old school content for the most part, but that doesn't mean I slavishly adhere to it at all costs. If this renaissance doesn't grant us a modicum of freedom, then what the fuck are we doing here?
Your contention that "I don't understand" or my game "flaunts the very central pillar" smacks of badwrongfun. Rather than what I'd call macro-tension that might be better suited to the long haul of a extensive campaign, my focus is micro-tension; certainly better suited to one-shots and shorter campaigns. You sacrifice one for the other. That means in order to fulfill the one, you neglect the other. Sure, some try to have it both ways, but we both know that's not easy to find, let alone maintain.
Essentially, you're treating combat like some kind of gritty and desperate sport, but still a sport. All things must be in alignment or balanced, uphill and against the current, so combat turns into a long-game of pick-your-poison suffering and resource management masturbation.
Crimson Dragon Slayer D20 treats combat as war, but a potentially winnable war focused on the immediate, the here and now. I have no interest in incentivizing the 5-minute workday or making certain classes suck because the rules treat them as one-hit wonders... but awesome after level 5.
I've allowed everyone to have a valuable role, a seat at the proverbial table, regarding combat. That's one of my favorite things about the OSR. It's not so rooted in old school play-styles from decades past that it can't innovate depending on the creator's design goals.
There are some things that just don't work for me regarding early D&D, that's why I came up with my own thing. If I merely wanted to play the game as it was played back in 1980, I would just play B/X and call it a day. Your acting like my personal revelation is nothing aside from the madness of delusion.
Falling into the same tired mistakes, the design dead-ends and cul-de-sacs of our predecessors doesn't help us pursue those strange new avenues necessary to birth RPGs catering to those looking for something different. Not inherently better or worse... just different.
My "ultimate RPG" is going to be subjective, it has to be, or else RPG designers are chasing the "standard gamer audience" dragon of mainstream utilitarianism. Other designers are welcome to it, but I don't want that.
Feel free to post your thoughts below...
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Last week, I ran three different sessions in my Cha'alt campaign. This post will highlight the good, the bad, and the ugly.
This was on Roll20, and it was kind of a disaster. Every player seemed to be on a different page or possibly different book.
They arrived at the golden gates of A'agrybah, and learned a bit about the city and taxes. Apparently, paying taxes is a fate worse than death because several PCs (one in particular) was preoccupied by imminent tax collection for the entire scenario. Always looking for somewhere to hide his meager wealth so the tax man doesn't take a cut.
A third PC wanted to go off completely on his own to the palace (the rest of the party was in the tavern making friends). And when he got there, he wanted to speak directly to the King. That didn't happen. Instead, the PC talked to a servant and when that wasn't good enough, he attacked a royal guard. The PC almost killed the guard, but reinforcements were called. And when multiple guards eventually killed the PC, the player complained about poor dice rolls. Really, dude? You chalk that fate up to bad luck? Wow, ok...
A fourth PC decided he would take down the biggest guy in the bar who had two companions sitting next to him. That lasted a whole 2 rounds until the PC was skewered dead on the end of the barbarian's obsidian blade.
The fifth PC tried to make the most of his adventuring time. I felt bad for him, since his party just collapsed under the weight of their own distraction or incompetence.
Same set-up as before (also a Roll20 game), the PCs enter A'agrybah. This time they enter the marketplace, find a guide, and get a tour... until a couple of thieves make off with their coin purses.
They track the thieves to a blind alley and combat takes place. It's quite the battle, ending with the most murderhobo PC ripping the head off a thief when he was trying to run away.
It was fun, and everyone had a great time!
Each of those games lasted about 70 minutes, so there wasn't much time for anything else.
This was face-to-face at my FLGS, and a blissful four-hours long. I'd been waiting weeks for this game. Crummy weather (ice and snow) almost ruined things, but luckily there was a window.
BTW, all three sessions used my Crimson Dragon Slayer D20 hack of both OSR and 5e. FYI, the cleric isn't broken! Not only does he allow the party to keep fighting past the 2nd encounter without having to rest for the day, he allows the wizard to keep casting spells (both during and between combats).
Patrick played a cleric moon-elf, Pat played a fighter blood-elf, Michael played another fighter blood-elf, and Steve played a sky-elf wizard (who became his own familiar).
Three of the four players ran through The Black Pyramid a couple months ago. Instead of starting at 1st level, I suggested they make 3rd level characters and rolled on that d100 past event random table from How To Game Master Like A Fucking Boss.
In order to successfully raid the off-worlder's base, Elysium, they'd need either high-tech weapons, magic items, or both.
Rumors of relics and artifacts within The Black Pyramid abound, so off they went. As per usual, just the tip of the pyramid was visible, shiny black, the majority submerged beneath irradiated sand.
They met a demon attempting to open up a gateway to some Demon Lord, and decided to help him. Each PC was bestowed with an infernal blessing, and the gate-opening demon became an NPC hanger-on.
The PCs spent a little time with The Community, but nothing substantial happened there. Then, they wandered into a Tiki bar and chatted with a demonic vacuum salesman (vacuum sales-demon?) and the negotiations began. The vacuum demonstration included sucking up some NPC into another dimension (ok, maybe it was demonic). Two vacuums were purchased.
After that transaction, the PCs felt this would be the perfect initiation for their new demon friend, Qa'atz. His rite of passage will be to kill the salesman and loot his body as the other PCs watched.
Qa'atz got advantage on a surprise stab to the stomach. Sadly, I rolled badly and Qa'atz missed horribly. The salesman backed away and disintegrated him in one shot (rolled bad on the saving throw, too).
The magic sword had an unbreakable glass pommel and a variable plus to hit and damage, so one player suggested the current "+" number would be visible inside the little glass sphere as an indicator. A brilliant idea and the kind of thing that could only happen in an RPG.
A hive of reptilian insects was in another room, and they became fodder for a fireball spell, as well as, the magic blade. A decent amount of treasure was found searching the honeycombs.
A wandering humanoid offered to sell his own magic sword. It had a strange name, Kenyur-Trova'ak. Not having a translation handy, I looked for the closest thing in the Viridian glossary at the back of How To Game Master Like A Fucking Boss and came up with "passionate oblivion"... a better translation would be "the strength of nothingness." Then ended up trading a vacuum and a turquoise slab for the sword.
The last room before Za'argon was full of his devoted worshipers who occasionally offered themselves to the minor god when he was feeling especially peckish. The PCs didn't think much of them, playing strategy games and plucking their zita'ars.
The PCs had a whiz-bang idea of removing the chartreuse sphere from an adjacent triangle-shaped room so the worshipers could use it as a new age music room with excellent "triangular acoustics".
This little table was rolled on. The wizard's player rolled a 6. Ouch! Knocking half its Hit-Points down, the rest of them dealt damage like true adventurers.
The cleric dropped down onto the titan's head so he could dish out a holy invocation to Lovecraftian abominations. The fighters (they both had magic swords, but especially the one with the variable +) wailed on him.
Za'argon slapped all of them around with a couple rounds of tentacles, practically killing the cleric. The wizard asked if it was possible for him to cast a spell to save his companion's life. I deemed that it was. The wizard could try preventing the cleric's soul from leaving his body. The wizard cast his spell and the cleric would need to make a saving throw. Luckily, he did.
Finally, the killing blow cut the titan in twain. The PCs looted his chamber, the demon sorceress took her giant ruby, and her champion did not return the sword even though she was done with him. She vanished into thin air before the PCs could turn on her.
Za'argon's horn bestowed enough power making the party's spell-caster a Very Powerful Wizard (at long last). He used that temporary power to destroy the enemies within Elysium. Also, the PCs became 4th level.
Having survived The Black Pyramid was no easy feat. For years and years, they will be able to tell their children and grandchildren of their bravery, cunning, and unbelievable fortune!
p.s. One thing I like to do is look back at my sessions and see if there's something I could have done differently, that could be improved upon. The demon sorceress should have been sexier and a potential love-interest for one or more PCs.
Sunday, January 12, 2020
Thank dread Cthulhu and His one-hundred-and-eleven slimy green tentacles!
Now, I can breathe a sigh of relief before diving back into the writing side of self-publishing.
What am I referring to? Only the greatest Kickstarter comeback in the history of everything. That's all. Yes, Cha'alt: Fuchsia Malaise secured just over $13,000. Less than I dreamed, but more than I realistically expected after the first 20-25 days where we seemed to be irrevocably stuck at about 7 grand.
If you decide you want in, don't worry. You didn't miss out on your chance to secure a luxury, signed, numbered, off-set printed hardcover edition of Cha'alt: Fuchsia Malaise (or it's predecessor... Cha'alt).
I can't keep this eldritch, gonzo, science-fantasy, post-apocalypse campaign all to myself, now can I? Simply email me and we'll get you squared away: Venger.Satanis@yahoo.com
This past week, I ran three playtest sessions. Two on Roll20, and one face-to-face. I'll be blogging about them either tomorrow or the next day.
Besides saying THANK YOU to all my supporters, backers, fans, and fellow gamers, I'm done here. ;)
Thursday, January 2, 2020
I feel like I fought long and hard for this review...
Battled my inner demons, smoked a peace-pipe with that old serpent until we were both baked into a fever-dream cake with black rainbow frosting, risked my stack by going all-in against a lavender mo-hawked skeever who I knew was bluffing, and so forth!
Endzeitgeist's Cha'alt review!
I knew it wouldn't be easy, that he'd make me pay dearly for every bit of laziness or self-indulgence, every decision carefully considered and weighed as if standing before an exotic gold idol with a pouch full of sand, every creative choice mercilessly judged.
And yet, I came out unscathed... relatively speaking. I just re-read the damn thing and I'm exhausted. I don't have the time, energy, or even the inclination to refute his claims, except to say that I really wanted an all-caps GONZO fun-house megadungeon. If blasters and sleep spells were commonplace, then really weird stuff would have to be way over-the-top.
Also, for a 90 minute online game or 3-hour face-to-face one-shot of D&D, Crimson Dragon Slayer D20 is just about perfect. It also plays better than it reads. ;)
Those brave enough to see for themselves are welcome to play in one of my Roll20 games or on January 11th in Madison, WI.
p.s. Yep, still pimping the Cha'alt: Fuchsia Malaise kickstarter - only 5 days left to go!
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Before the featured video, I'd like to share this blog post from Jeff's Gameblog. It's his three-fold model of RPGs. Essentially, there are only 3 categories - retro, pretentious, and stupid. And he's right, of course.
Coincidentally, purple is the stupidest (veering towards retro) color in Jeff's model. ;)
Without further ado, here's the RPG Pundit reviewing Cha'alt...
If you enjoyed that, there's my current Kickstarter campaign to fund Cha'alt: Fuchsia Malaise.
If you want to order the fancy hardcover Cha'alt direct from me, this link has details.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
I've clarified it on individual terms, but have so far avoided a secondary (or would that be tertiary?) public statement. And that's probably hurt me in social media because a lot of times people assume the worst. Especially in this day and age when it seems like half the population are abusers, scumbags, terrorists, intolerant religious zealots, sociopaths, hardened criminals, political extremists, and so on and so forth.
For a quick refresher, here is my original blog post, from over a year ago, where I came out as za'akier, a green-skinned, tentacled humanoid... biologically human*, but still extraterrestrial regarding identity. And that's what it all comes down to. How I see myself is different than how others probably view me. And that's ok... expected, even.
I'm an outsider. That's one of the reasons why I gravitate towards the writing of H.P. Lovecraft, and why I find a kinship with him and other writers in the Lovecraft Circle, other creators using the Cthulhu Mythos to push something forward, an agenda that goes beyond time and space.
But that's a blog post for another time, I think.
Right now, I want to reassure those who already know and support me, and those I haven't gotten the chance to meet (lot of angry people on reddit), that I'm not against anyone based on skin color, ethnicity, sexual preferences (unless you're a pedophile), identity, gender, politics, creed, etc.
My opening up to the internet about being za'akier wasn't about tearing anyone down or mocking those who are different, marginalized, etc. On the contrary, I was identifying as an outsider, specifically the kind of alien identification previously mentioned.
To me, the term "trans" means more to me than a penis, vagina, beard, shaved legs, or any of the superficial trappings of biological sex and what we conceptualize as gender. Transformation is rooted in how we see ourselves, and the cognitive dissonance that might evolve between our own self-perspective and that of the world at large.
To those who've hurt me, whether intentional or not, this past year, I forgive you. But let's get over our differences sooner than later, yeah?
It's Christmas today. If I could have one wish for the entire world, it would be for everyone to breathe deeply, try to relax, be themselves (leave the "hivemind" at the door), and get along with as many people as humanly possible.
* There's some interesting information on "otherkin" which may or may not muddy the waters. I'm not saying that I'm part of that group, and I'm not saying I'm not. It's complicated.
Friday, December 20, 2019
I decided to go ahead and fucking do it! ;)
This is the link.
Hope you enjoy this quick and dirty foray into the OSR, from my perspective, that is.
Definitely spread the news around social media. Thanks!