Skip to content

Tag: Magic

Crumbling UpKeep 0

Crumbling UpKeep: Your Magic Sucks

A while ago, I wrote an article about describing your combat. People like to think that role playing and combat are two separate things, but they don’t have to be. The way your character fights says something about them too. Does your fighter hammer away repeatedly with their sword, relying on their strength to batter away the enemies defenses? Or do they dance away from their opponents sword, spinning underneath their blade to stab forward under their guard? Both of those are very different and very visually pleasing.

What about magic, though? People often fall into the same trap. “I cast magic missile.” Roll some d4s. Done.

Continue reading “Crumbling UpKeep: Your Magic Sucks”
Fiction 0

The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 14

“I know you like the elf, Eernon, but we can’t be riskin’ him being close to his people. He’d find some way to alert the guards and you won’t ever learn no magic. This is crazy. Jus’ let me put a point in ‘im and we don’t have to worry.”

Eernon looked at Vanlaug with anger in her eyes. “The elf lives. I’d sooner kill you at this point.”

“He’s right, Eernon. We don’t have to kill him, but we can’t take him with us.”

Continue reading “The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 14”

Samsarras 0

The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 6

Qua Jon wandered alone with his familiar through the forest, the increasing winds rattling the tall pines around them. Fat drops of rain had started, slapping against leaf and pine needle alike. He drew his tattered and worn green cloak tightly against himself, drawing his hood down low over his eyes.

Despite the worsening weather, the man had a wide grin on his face, like a child in awe of the unexplained. He even giggled slightly, drawing attention from the badger that crept around at his feet. Wormchomper stared for a moment, her head tilted to the side. Appeased that the noise did not mean anything immediate, she went back to shuffling along the ground, rooting in the soft decomposed pine needles and sniffing the air.

Continue reading “The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 6”

Samsarras 0

The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 2

“Look at it. All that untapped power. It is chaos! Beautiful and untamed! The beings of this place are all too eager to throw their lives away to one demon or another. They tear down each others cities. Why do we not have this sort of glory?”

Druhaus’s fingers trailed over the glass ball, leaving a smear of grease. Her face was twisted in a jagged, uneven smile, her eyes wide with excitement and mischievous delight. Silwyn ignored her, instead watching as the lands of Samsarras scrolled past her in rapid succession. There were oceans and forests, mountains and deserts. Some of the people of this world soared on great wings while others burrowed into the earth. There was such wonderment!

Continue reading “The Coming of the Astar Uln, Part 2”

Samsarras 1

A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Cult of the Twins

   Long before Varekussius came to be known, the twins Druhaus and Mugan were worshiped as the gods of magic and knowledge. Legend says that Qua Jon, an Elf, was the first mage of the Samsarras. He was gifted his great magic by the twins so that he may teach others the ways of the arcane. Despite the Elves of current day worshiping the dragon gods of their lands, all know this legend well.

Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Cult of the Twins”

Samsarras 0

A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Tur Drexlinth

   Located on the far southern outreach of the city, Tur Drexlinth is home to Sharar Mon Karra. Sharar is a powerful and reclusive necromancer said to travel the city in many differnt guises. The Del Harun, a tribe of warrior merchants who travel the eastern part of Qua’lorn, have a saying: “Every man, woman, and child meets Sharar Mon Karra once.” Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Tur Drexlinth”

Samsarras 0

A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The House of Nothings

   The House of Nothings lays a quarter mile outside of Varrek proper atop a small rocky outcropping. It is ruled by the Council of the Veil which consists of Cillehartly, Annatree Slipbound, and Cartania the Brass. All three are master illusionists.

   Cillehartly is an elderly Gnomish woman, bent of spine and slow of speech. Originally from Gnomehome, Cillehartly came to Varrek when the city was still young. She made the pilgrimage to pledge her services to Varekussius in exchange for magical knowledge. They have been close ever since. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The House of Nothings”

Samsarras 0

A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The House of 1000 Doors

“One thousand doors, but never one.”
Del Harun Saying

   The House of a Thousand doors is said to be connected to the outside realms. If the fireside tales told late at night in the taverns are to be believed, one can find a doorway to any place or perhaps even any time if they know where to look. There are not many that can verify that information as there are no visible doors on the outside of the structure. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The House of 1000 Doors”

Samsarras 0

A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The Kashkuli

 

“Qua Jon, father of magic, was not a worldly man. His magic came not of “things.” It came of himself. It came from enlightenment. We but seek the same.”

– Garnosh, Mithrelian Kashkuli

 

“A magical beggar is still a beggar.”

-Carwinth Brass, Del Harun Merchant

 

  The Kashkuli, first and foremost, have given up all the material possessions and comforts of the world. They roam the streets of Varrek, subsisting on that which they can scavenge and beg for. They reason that any material possessions or participation in greater society robs them of valuable time they could put toward enlightenment and the pursuit of what they see as “Ishtalla,” or “Perfect magic,” loosely translated. They believe what the world perceived as Insanity in Qua Jon was but Genius too far removed from the layperson to understand. They seek to follow in his path.

  Only men are allowed to become Kashkuli. The order holds itself to absurd standards in that regard.

Image result for tip jar button