Monday, May 29, 2017

Space Hulk

I have recently began creating a series of maps that connect together to form a much larger space station. Right now I am focusing on a few pieces that run along a massive and lengthy corridor.

Each section of this is a single map, 3300 x 4200 pixels at 300dpi and fits on an 11x14 piece of paper if you were inclined to print them out and connect them. Right now there are only three maps but so far I have had a good response to these and will likely do more in the near future. Below I have taken these three maps, flipped them, then connected them to show what they might look like in use. If this sounds like something you would like to see more of, come join us over on Patreon.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Scifi again: Outpost Tereshkova

I wanted to combine some elements of scifi along with a traditional 'dungeon' because, let's face it, rummaging around dungeons in the dark chasing bugs is fun as hell.

Ways I see it, this is a small outpost, just starting to be dug out, perhaps in an effort to hide them from the Empire, and part of the tunnel system collapsed.  Maybe a last, desperate communication was sent and then the outpost went dark.

What happened? Sounds like a job for your little crew of ne'er-do-wells.

And the black and white version:

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Andreapov Station, scifi themed map

Did a little bit of work on a scifi map today, it's been a while since I did a scifi themed map so I was working out some old kinks and remembering how I drew them.

If you enjoy my maps and want even better, larger versions, consider backing me over on Patreon. Every little bit helps keep me making maps and improving. Hope you all had a great weekend!

I typically produce at least two versions of every map, one in full color and one in black and white for those following along at home that like to print out copies for their table.

And of course, the black and white version:

Saturday, May 6, 2017

so1um ver 0.6

I have updated my solo RPG called s01um to version 0.6 based on feedback from playtesters, mostly clearing up some of the text and most notably, changing 'soul' to 'spirit' which I feel more fits the game.

Feel free to share and as always, please let me know how your games goes.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

The (not so) scary Death House

I'm currently running a group through the Curse of Strahd, which I recommend btw, and I found one area particularly bored because it is filled with a bunch of empty rooms. Hardly a description at all, just an empty room...BORING!

So yesterday I crowdsourced ideas to make it better.  Below is the result, click the image and it will load a PDF off Google Drive. Thirty ideas or items to freshen up your rooms, and ten ideas on making the room itself memorable. Two pages, a bucket of blood, and hopefully something to put a little spook into your game.

Special thanks to the following people on Google+ who contributed to, or inspired, the lists above:  Michael Curtis, John W. Sheldon, Dan Quilty, Mark Hunt, Benjamin Feehan, Luka Rejec, AJ Fritz, Tim Shorts, John Hattan, Goblins Henchman, steve christensen, V.A., and Chris C.

Monday, March 27, 2017

The Winding Road [#500Wordsaday]

#500WordsaDay #writingchallenge #shortfiction
I’ve tried this before and after a month or so I stopped. I have been feeling creative but without an outlet so I pondered if this could be a good time to start up “500 words a day” again. Nothing too hard, should take about eight to ten minutes.

Inspirational photo source:

The day was cold, in a windy-freezing-your-snot kind of way. Luckily I had taken the Subaru. That hippie-mobile that seems to say “I’m cool and can go off-roading and stuff” while still being practical enough for a trip to the grocery store. The car - despite all the commercial proclamation of the thing’s off-road prowess - slid and was difficult to control in the near foot deep snow that pockmarked the high mountain road we traveled.

I checked the rear mirror and eyed my companion. He did not move a beat. Which was good, considering I had killed him an hour ago.

Now, before you get all high-and-mighty with me, start spewing morals and ethics, or even -god forbid - start quoting the Bible, let me explain. I did not plan on becoming a murderer. I fell into the position quite accidentally.

Fifteen years ago I was in the last year of college and still lost as to what I would do with my life. I had been to a party in search of a mate for the evening, an unsuccessful venture I might add, and ended up wandering in a drunken hazy back to my apartment. Having lost both parents the previous decade to an automobile accident I was poor and living in a not so savory part of town. The locals called the area the “Dregs” if that helps explain the condition in which I was living. It was a cold night and I had a stocking cap on and my hood up to fend off the freezing weather.

I had stumbled my way around the dark streets for some time before I wandering into something straight out of a horror movie. On a side street, an alley really, a man was stooped over a body. In his hand he held a knife, dripping with blood. Had I not been intoxicated my senses and mind would have instructed me to run away, likely screaming like a little girl. Instead, and without a thought to my own welfare, I charged the man.

We collapsed in a heap and through some twist of fate I ended up on top with his knife in my hand. I stabbed and thrust I don’t how many times before I realized what I was doing. The man’s chest was red and looked as if an animal had been chewing on it. Blood was everywhere. The lady screamed when she saw what I had done. A moment later and she disappeared down the street, yelling for the police. Not even a thank you.

The next day the newspaper told the story of some deranged madman who had saved her from a potential murderer. The man had been named Timothy Shorts and a serial killer, prowling the streets for over ten months and claiming twelve known victims. The author of the news article painted the ‘savior’ - me - as a vigilante out to do what the police had been unable to do.

That, as they say, was the moment it hit me. By day I am a boring banker, hacking away at a keyboard but at night, at night I become another completely different. Something dangerous to the criminals of my city.

And that is how I ended up with a dead William Arnold in my backseat...