Numbers Aren't Real

This post is a response to friend-of-the-blog Phlox' prompt "Spells of the Evil King".

Friend of the blog Fifth has posted on the sights of Minecraft.

I've been waffling on the intro to this post for a while.

The reason why dwarves have had such an amazing tenure in fantasy roleplaying games is the same as that which explains their (relatively) rapid disappearance from fantasy literature.

"Hunting is the labor of the savages, but the amusement of the gentlemen." - Dr.

Best Case Scenario is live on Kickstarter right now.

Louis and Locheil had a monster generating table and a challenge: 1d2 monsters in 1d4+1 rooms.

Many people all over the world have been saying things along the lines of, "Michael, can you write a list of other works that have influenced you?

Good evening.

Oh trouble, oh char the tree, my dear, my lover, oh kiss me on the lips my lover, Apollo, my lover, oh G_d, destroy me.

Here's the first dossier from semiurge, get in loser it's time to get organized.

I use a fair number of magical drugs and substances in my games, and out of the goodness of my heart and my universal love of all mankind I will share a few with you.

I was going to make a wizard school for each traditional school of D&D magic (Abjuration, Conjuration, Divination, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy, Transmutation), but I couldn't think of that many Divination spells, or Evocation spells, or I…

I'll repeat a few things here from the Bazaar of the Memorable, just for ease of reference.

On the secret GLOG server, semiurge said somebody ought to write a monster post.

This is a post for the Obol Desert, a setting I've been working on with friend-of-the-blog Eos of Nobless Goblige.

You are a mystic, whose psionic techniques circumvent the need for magic and arcane tradition.

I'm a big fan of the old Hitman games.

Hello.

The Hydra’s head glinted in the afternoon light and replied; that I didn't have to try to destroy it.

I have been considering this setting ("Hyrkos and the Parch", name pending) for some time, and have decided to post the result of some conversations I've had with members of the illustrious and storied GLOG Discord server.

They are firing, we are falling, and the red skies rend and shiver us, Barbara, Barbara, we may not loose a breath — Be at the bursting doors of doom, and in the dark deliver us, Who loosen the last window on the sun of sudden death.

No, it wasn't.

Crouched in the broken shadow with the sun at his back and holding the trap at eyelevel against the morning sky he looked to be truing some older, some subtler instrument.

It was my idea to do this picture pong thing, just so you know — as with all brilliancies the source can be found in me.