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  • Another Beginning

    Play report of a new campaign. I’ve taken a break from my solo play. I was happy using Mydwandr for my solo game. Now, I’m back with my fatbeard pals to explore more of my campaign world of Reuel. The rules I am using, I call Fatbeard Whitebox. In essence, it is FMAG Whitebox with Continue reading

  • Mydwanderings, Session 2

    Day 2, Bree Beck goes to the outdoor market in Bree. He is looking for someone willing to explore the fens, south of town. The young merchant guard he spoke with yesterday can’t be found. Perhaps he is making the southern leg of the trade route from the midlands up to the keep. None of Continue reading

  • Mydwanderings, Session 1 continued

    With little more than some bits of gear, a rusty sword, battered shield, and padded armor, Beck strode out of the simple cottage. His mum was gone away for work. She left early most mornings, spending her day in a large weaving room owned by Agnes Gum. Miss Agnes, as she was known, was a Continue reading

  • Ant Wand

    Cornwall the Odd brushed the last remnants of the honey cake from his robe. “It is always a pleasant treat to visit you, Zultan.” “Perhaps if you had let me know of your visit, I would have set a larger table,” the small wizard said without a hint of sarcasm. They sat outside of the Continue reading

  • CROW–a New Spell for Pits & Perils

    Otis Bramble, the hedge wizard, looked across the field at the pack of worgs. There were five of them, big ones. The wizard stroked his beard for a moment and set his burlap sack down. He had four nice-sized trout, freshly caught, and he wasn’t in any mood to share. Raising his gnarled staff over Continue reading

  • Rainy Days and Mondays

    Farmer Barleycorn was miserable. He wrung his hands and prayed for rain. The midsummer sun beat down on his wheat like an Irendall hammer. His crop wouldn’t be worth two coppers if the drought hung on for another week. He grabbed a stalk of grain and rubbed it between his calloused fingers. If this crop fails, Continue reading

  • The Leaf Men of Spiritwood

    The Leaf Men of Spiritwood The idea for Leaf Men is an inspiration from the excellent children’s book, The Leaf Men and the Brave Good Bugs by William Joyce. Pits & Perils monster stat: Leaf Men: 1 attack, 1-6 level, move 50′, side N, size S, number 10-60, treasure B/I Leaf men are fairy warriors Continue reading

  • The Spiritwood

    Ham Coggins stumbled against a large oak. Sweat beaded his brow as he tried to catch his breath. He checked the burlap sack slung across his back. It was heavy with chickens he’d nicked from a farmhouse several miles down the road. Was it my fault the farmer and his wife had gone off, leavin’ them Continue reading

  • The Siege of Fort Halberd

      Sergeant Arneson rubbed his eyes and poured another mug of wine. He was tired, the kind of tired that only soldiers could know. Better tired than dead, he’d figured. He worked his arms and winced at the pain in his side. Less than a day previous, the sergeant was wading through a mob of Continue reading

  • Agnes Gumm

    Rain came in from the Five Kings, catching a ride with a southeasterly wind. Agnes Gumm sat at her kitchen table, pulling her robe close about her and stirring a bone china tea cup with a delicate silver spoon. Rain’ll be good for the roses, she thought absentmindedly. At least that bumbling wizard’s chicken hut hasn’t Continue reading