13 Results in the "RPG" category
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A Guided Joke
“Spencer Willis, as I live and breathe, how are you doing?” An unfamiliar voice called through the din of Wanderer’s Pub. Spencer turned from tending the bar to look for who had called after him. The tavern was crowded, and no one stood out as needing his attention. Locals congregated into friendly cliques after a hard day’s labor. Travelers huddled over tables in groups of four or five, discussing past adventures or planning future ones. The warm fire in the hearth and softly dancing candles…-
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In June 2021, PaizoCon Founder Timitius made an open call to submit to Wayfinder #22. I was in the midst of my own homebrew Pathfinder campaign, and I was ravenous for an opportunity to engage with Paizo and Pathfinder. For additional context that will be relevant later, that same month COVID 19 pandemic restrictions would lift in my home state. The world was coming…
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1.5 K • Nov 20, '25
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1.5 K • Nov 20, '25
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A Quiet Retreat
How are we feeling today?” Doctor Noris Sedant’s demeanor and tone always fell squarely on the minimally pleasant side of controlled. She wore her blonde hair in a tight bun, and her sharp blue eyes appraised Strathis from behind small round spectacles. Her modest white academic dress conveyed equal parts authority and knowledge. She stepped into the spartan room occupied by a single bed, small nightstand, and a steel dresser upon which sat a lonely candle. She left the door ajar behind her, and…-
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The Bosco Sanatorium
Made with Inkarnate.com The coastal town of Bosco is east of Absalom and southeast of the Tyrant’s Grasp. Sitting at the edge of the Cairnlands, this clutch of a few dozen wooden buildings nestles against the rocky shore. Beyond the town proper, numerous farmsteads stand against the backdrop of the Cairnlands. The Tyrant’s Grasp is obscured by gentle hills that rise out of the shore. Few outsiders, benevolent or malicious, give the quiet hamlet much concern, save for one feature. The Bosco…-
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When faith collides with conviction, beauty itself becomes the battlefield.
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2.0 K • Oct 31, '25
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3.1 K • Oct 31, '25
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937 • Oct 31, '25
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The Criers’ Guild
At the three-hundred-fortieth annual meeting of the Criers’ Guild of Ustalav, Guildmaster Zotov Ivanovich is barely holding himself together—partly from nerves, partly from the looming presence of Ellis, an incorporeal wraith assigned by the newly risen tyrant Tar-Baphon to “advise” the guild’s messaging. As Zotov faces a hall full of bewildered criers furious over his increasingly absurd, undead-approved propaganda edits, he must juggle terrified…-
2.9 K • Nov 20, '25
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If Philippe hadn’t already known that the Grand Codex Library was tended by devotees of Shelyn, it would have been apparent the moment he set eyes upon it. Set atop a rise overlooking the Lake of Mists and Veils, and nestled within the Estrovian Forest, the single-story stone building was ensconced within an elaborate garden of topiaries and statues. The stone exterior was adorned with a vividly colorful mural depicting angelic figures engaged in song and merriment. It was truly a beauty to behold,…
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The Criers’ Guild
Scattered throughout the dining hall, dozens of feathered caps gathered into cliques. Though humans dominated in number, there was no shortage of elves, dwarves, halflings, and other patrons. The din of conversation was underscored by an acoustic band upon the stage at the head of the room. Two tables, stretching the length of the chamber, were adorned with golden candelabras that cast flickering orange light. Zotov Ivanovich, head of the Criers’ Guild, peered out over the assembly from behind a tall…-
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Armed with the knowledge that the library had been trapped, Philippe cautiously made his way inside. As he moved, he could hear a voice reciting some unknown magical incantation. However, the moment he stepped into the archway leading to the central part of the structure, the chanting stopped. Philippe assessed the scene before him, cognizant that glyphs of warding were ready to erupt in a conflagration at the slightest misstep. Upon the sculpted relief walls were sconces glowing with magical…
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“Hierophant Alexis Sharp,” Philippe stood from his desk to greet the friend he had not seen in over a decade. The priestess who had fought beside him in his youth had grown older. Her once-blonde hair was streaked with white, and her intense blue eyes were lined with age. In the image Philippe held in his memory, Alexis wore heavy chain armor and brandished a glowing magical glaive. Today, however, she wore a simple turquoise blouse, a blue frock, and a knapsack over one shoulder. “It has been too…
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