Star Wars: Destiny of the Jedi

Last year I got really excited about the Force Awakens so I picked up FFG's Star Wars: Force and Destiny RPG. It's a story-ish system that uses custom non-numbered polyhedrons with a dice pool mechanic. A couple friends and I played through a mini-campaign book called "Chronicle of the Gatekeeper". It was great!
A couple of young college dropouts discovered they have force powers as they travel the galaxy following in the footsteps of a Jedi Knight who fought in the Clone Wars all the while exploring various crazy planets, negotiating with gangsters, escaping storm troopers and battling rancor beasts.
There are pluses and minuses to the system and the adventure. It's really dense and tends to fall back on stuff like, "In this section, do what seems most dramatic" which isn't super inspiring, but the thing is, it that what I tend to do anyways and it worked great. The module was a bit of a trip down Clone Wars history, which could only be so compelling in a truly shared world like Star Wars.
The best part was actually the final battle where it all came together in spectacular fashion. The battle was more role play than combat, with the players basically reflecting on the entire arc of the story in order to make their point to the villain. And it still came down to a final, improbable die roll!
Really good times. I don't think I'll be a full time Star Wars GM, but I'll definitely come back to this game.

Postscript: I wrote this post a year ago, and although I enjoyed Rogue One, it didn't inspire me to dedicate more time to this game. I have played in it as a player recently, and hope to do so more often.

Storm King's Thunder Session #0: Rumblings Out of the Blue

Table Story

             Although I've been DMing since grade school, I almost always run published adventures.  I like to interpret modify and improvise more than to create from scratch.  I've found I really enjoy reading and getting ideas from different tables' stories of how they interpreted these same modules.  It's one of the best reasons to play them.  So, with the beginning of the new Storm King's Thunder mega campaign, I'm going to try to keep up with write ups and commentary in this old blog.   
We meet weekly in my living room.  We are a large group of mostly couples.  7 players.  This configuration has been steady for about a year.  We just finished Curse of Strahd (best campaign ever), and the players have decided to keep their characters, so this is a Storm King campaign starting with 8th and 9th level characters.  I will be adjusting accordingly and mixing in some bits of Rise of Tiamat and Out of the Abyss to present some high level challenges.  Anyways, here it goes: The florid prose I send to the players first, then commentary.

Session #0: Rumblings out of the Blue

SPOILERS

The roc, falcon of the gods, swept out of clear skies.  Pale passengers blinked in the sunlight as the half-forgotten Sword Coast of Faerun spread out  below like an endless tapestry of forest field and stream, punctuated by the insignificant blemishes of human settlement.  The grand metropolis of Waterdeep awaited at the edge of the Sea of Swords to the West swathed in storm cloud, but the passengers were roth to return to such gloomy weather so quickly, for nightmare was still fresh in their minds, so they took heed of Ghale the Grey Wolf who pointed to a great golden circle of grains waving, “There is Goldenfields, the granary of the North.  I spent part of my youth there with my kinsman Strog, a guardsman.”  Broad wings like the sails of a ship obscured the sun to the boatmen fishing the broad waters of the Dessarin River as the grand avian dropped her precious cargo and flew away.  

    A happy Halloo! came from a nearby boat.  It was Ninder and Nip, gnomish friends of Lysander, out for a cast with their friend Althea the Elf Wizard, who also knew a member of the party, Saffron the Elf Druid.  The elf and gnome traded places on boat and bank, many pleasantries were exchanged and the returned companions set off for the gates of Goldenfields.  

    Many farmers, herdsmen and ragged folk lined the road before the gate, submitting to laborious inspection by a pair of halberdiers overseen by a bored and foppish luftenant, who Apollo realized was a scion of the House of Tarm, a local noble family.  After some a bit of back and forth involving the unlooked for comfort of a rank armpit to the horrified noble, he waved them inside.

    Captain Strog Thunderblade had put on some weight over the years.  His jowls hung heavy and his outthrust jaw drooped in dismay as he was poked in the belly by a severe lady, “Have you not heard these herdsmans’ stories?  There are aggressors about who do not abide by the glory of the Morninglord, the Mother and All-Father.  This place is threatened and you do nothing but roast pigs!”   “My dear young lass,” stammered the hulking orc-faced old warrior, “May I say you know nothing warfare.  We are protected by 60ft walls.  Not even the giants of the sea could reach over our parapets.  Tonight’s watch is set, but I promise lass, I’ll double the watch tomorrow, when I get around to it.”  Zi the Acolyte was unimpressed, “Warfare?  The village of Nightstone was razed to the foundations!  What if it happens here?”

The old orc was relieved to greet his long lost nephew, desiring to hear of his adventures and promising to join him in the evening at the Northfurrow’s End Inn.  So the companions walked up the road, surveying the vast fields of wheat barley and squash, the pig pastures, the stone grain towers, the far-off smokestack and spire of the Goldengulp Brewery, the industrious men women and other gentlefolk tilling the land, tending livestock, bringing forth the earth’s bounty, protected from the chaos horror and lawlessness of the Sword Coast.

In the central square of the village a crowd of children sat on a grassy hill listening to a tree!  Tell a long tale of how the Dawn Titan of Fire was locked within the great forge of the lost dwarven fortress Gauntlgrym.  “And now those smithy's have been reopened to once again forge tools of great excellence.  Let none say that ALLLLLLL the news of Faerun is dire,” said Lieferlas the Treant.

The Inn boasted a large taproom lit by antler chandeliers and two roaring hearths.  The bartender was a Yakman named Miros who brought out Ghale’s old mug and filled in with a mixture of honey mead and Goldengulp Amber.  A bard struck up a ballad of the fall of the flying cities of Netheril in ancient times.  Food was brought forth, suckling pork, turkey legs, steaming bread loafs and squash soups.  

Althea befriended a serious academic trying to study the pre-historic Empire of Ostoria when giants ruled the realm in a strict caste system, importance and power assigned according to height: Hill Giant peasants, Stone Giant artisans, Fire Giant technicians, Frost Giant warriors, Cloud Giant courtiers, and Storm Giant royalty “The ancient texts whisper that old Ostoria was toppled by a flight of dragonkind!”

Apollo became drunk and performed miracles for local farmers.  The Druid looked on less than amused.

      Late at night the party continued until the bard burst into the room as the earth shook.  “Fire foes fear and flame!   Run and hide!”

The central square was under attack by goblins in spiked armor.  Homes were aflame.  Neanderthals three times the height of a man strode about sweeping pigs, pumpkins and more into their crudely sewn sacks, bellowing, “FEE FIE FO FOOD FOOD for QUEEN GUH!  MORE FOOD for MORE of QUEEN GUH!”   Goblins menaced the village children huddled around Lieferlas the Living Tree, “Hordervs!”  

     The druid quickly cast a pair of spells to douse the flames and protect the children with the plant growth while her companions went to battle.            

      Wizardly fire made short work of the goblins, but the giants the size of hills swung their clubs with abandon and were slain with some trouble.  

      As the night wore on it became apparent that this was a major raid.  The gate was broken, the wall torn down in sections, many people killed, and much food stolen, but the giants and their vermin companions were eventually routed.  The people of Goldenfields were shook to their core.  Many looked angrily at Captain Strog, but others cried that never before have giant kind been so aggressive or organized.  If this continues, what fate is in store for civilization in the North?  Strog bowed his head in shame.  Ghale looked away uncomfortably.

     The people of Goldenfields were thankful to the returned companions.  Lieferlas gave to Saffron the elf a crown of holly and called her a friend of the Emerald Enclave.  He urged her to visit his old friend Aerglas the Elf, a druid deep in the High Forest, at a place called Shadowtop Cathedral.  Perhaps he would know how to fight these giants.  The Acolyte Zi gave impressed upon Apollo a large black pearl, “Take this to House Thann in Waterdeep.  Give it to Caulder the Butler.  He will reward you.”  Nexena the Scholar Princess wrote a letter introduction for Althea consult the renowned dragon expert, Chaz Yardhorn.  Luftenant Hantanus Tarm told Ghale he was welcome any time to the ancestral home in the nearby bedroom community of Amphail to defend the Tarms against giants and all other monstrosities.

So ends the first rumble of the Storm King’s Thunder.

Commentary with more SPOILERS

   BASICALLY, I focused on dropping a lot of hints and foreshadowing, started with Goldenfields, and am going to present to the Cloud Castle of Lyn Amaral next.

    We were missing some players, so at the last minute I changed the start to Goldenfields.  Using the "Guide to Goldenfields" from DMsguild, the group wandered into the farm town.  I included a lot of background and foreshadowing about giants, dragons, ancient wars etc.  The characters got drunk in the inn, then giants and goblins attacked.  After a lot of roleplaying it ended up being a one fight night and I narrated the aftermath because it was a late night.  Four characters ranging from 7th to 9th level took out three hill giants and a dozen goblins fairly easily, though I forgot giants get two swings, which would have made a huge difference.

    I dropped quest lines for the "Dragon Expert" in Waterdeep (which should send them out dragon hunting), the House Thann in Waterdeep (which should get them a decent introduction into noble society), and the mission to Shadowtop Cathedral (I'm thinking they can encounter Turlang the Elder Treant, and if they get him onside he can give them some helpful giant advice, possibly pointing them towards the Eye of the All Father, but he is less concerned with giant wars than he is with the impending Underdark wedding of the Aurumycos beneath the High Forest to the demon Zuggtmoy).

     When they get to Waterdeep the group will be invited to a vegas style party featuring a casino boat in a moat (manned by a purple viking and other Kraken-y types), rumor will fly, and later on a drunken wizard will notice the Cloud Castle above the city and drop a whole bag of magic beans to get up to it (idea stolen from Sean's Powerscore blog).

     Up in the castle Countess Sanrisa is torturing her new guest Fingalos, a Gold Dragon.  She wants to know what the dragons are planning? Where is Blagothus of Skyreach Castle? Was it the dragons who slew King Hekaton?  Where are the fugitives of the Maelstrom Court?  Where is Harshnag the Grey Handed?  He doesn’t know.

     At this point I don't know how or if I'll work in Zephyros.

A Dungeon Crawl Classics Warrior Class for D&DV.

Fighter Archetype: Warrior 

Melee is a wild place where a combatant may survive through spontaneous wit, luck and adrenaline as much as skill or brawn.  The Warrior illustrates the chaotic nature of battle.

• At 3rd Level a Deed Die replaces Proficiency Bonus, like this:

3rd = d4

5th = d6

9th = d8

13th = d10

17th = d12

• Deed Die adds to Attack, Damage, Strength and Constitution checks.
• Mighty Deed of Arms is successful on a Hit and a Deed Die roll of 4+
• A foe may resist some maneuvers by Making Strength or Dexterity Saving Throws vs DC = 8 + Standard Proficiency + Str(or Dex)
• A Mighty Deed uses Bonus action in addition to the Attack.

• Mighty Deeds of Arms are similar to the Battle Master Maneuvers in the D&DV Player's Handbook; all are available, all the time. Most Maneuvers have some sort of effect, like a Trip, Disarm, Encouraging Shout, or Feint. Never add any "Superiority Die" damage, as the Warrior is already adding the Deed Die to Damage.
• 7th level: Deed Die applies to Intimidation Insight or Perception Checks.
• 10th level: Warriors become Leaders of Men.  If they establish a home base at a Castle, Keep or other fortification, they may attract 1d6 loyal retainers of 1st level, per level above 10th.
• 15th level: Deed Die applies to Initiative rolls and Dexterity Saving Throws.
• 20th level: Re-roll all 1's on Deed Die.

This is just another mechanical iteration of the same old Fighter. The Warrior class is lifted straight from DCCRPG. It offers variety of maneuvers limited only by the vagaries of the dice. I'd like to play this, a non-tactical improvisational Fighter.

A Picaresque-pade

• Discovered much treasure in a false bottomed chest! Two magical scrolls!
• Ambushed four lizardmen and the monk was pummeled to within an inch of his life. 
• Tricked two lizards into leaving their lair. 
• Discovered much treasure! A Red Apple Cup that will heal the weary when filled with with apple based alcohol, made by hobbits no doubt (when cider is poured into this goblet, it may be drunk to heal 2d8+4hps, once a week). 
• Also an old lizardman named Wrecan who offered all his knowledge in exchange for help escaping to a safer swamp. 
• Left the the Fane of the Sun Swallower to return to the Dw-Orcs hideout. 
• Ambushed Dw-Orcs and drove them off, killing their mother. Took one prisoner. 
• Found a large dragon egg and used a Unseen Servant to hide it in the small swamp skiff.
• Addendum:
• The Mirror of Truth does not reflect illusions. Resident Devil Palmonides will answer one more question for Althea. He says that Arrows of Dragon Slaying are held in the Fortress of the Warlord Monks, 100 miles from Blackmarsh, in the northern chaos wastes of the Kraal. This happens to be where Que was trained as an monk. The fortress was corrupted by Chaos.

In Pursuit of Death Itself

Having recovered from their travails and thoroughly sick of the spoilt brat of an elf princess, the heroes responded with favor to the Good Knight Sir Istivin's request for assistance.  The town of Cromm's Hold had been attacked by a night dragon!  It only left when given the ransom of a forgotten relic of Water.
While the folk of the town buried their dead and rebuilt their walls, Althea the Enchantress, Per the dour ranger, Q the Monk of Ellsworth, and Artamesis Witchling of the Elf Queen, braved a fetid swamp in search of the thieving dragon, crowded in a small boat, poling their way through a maze of foxtail, will-o-whisps, and reeds. They slept in a mysterious shipwreck miles from the sea.  They battled dwarfling-orcs before discovering a ruined Temple of the Sun, inhabited by Lizardfolks and fiery glanded beetles, whom they slew mercilessly, gaining many treasures.
A dank eve passed in a mouldering library and the heroes steeled their nerves for more adventure!

The Adventures of Althea the Enchantress Continue

They Rescue an Elven Princess

A sylvan fellowship of itinerant castaways met for a drink in a blackened oak overlooking a smoking bay, hazy in the light of a winter sun.

Before long, they were drinking with the prince of the manor himself. He told them a sad story of a lost sister many moons ago, who jeweled broach had been returned that very day by a peddler who peddled in the foothills of the Klarkasch Mountains.

Happy to help, the group walked a day and a half to a pile of rocks that cleverly concealed an ancient dwarven watchtower.

They were moved by the tears of a small girl who was not an elf. They chased the Fawn into the rocks where they were ambushed by soporific old man. He mustn't have seen the pointy ears, for his spell did naught to the fey folk, who approached him straight away and demanded an apology.  The old man was smitten by a strong willed white witch and invited them in for tea.

Upon crossing the furrowed threshold a bratty voice shrieked and complained and ultimately commanded a rusty old clockwork robot to assail the group.

It was rough going for a moment as the young martial artist Q went toe to toe with the thing, but then the White Witch snatched little Elsbeth's chain and the Red Wizardess charmed the girl and soon enough the situation calmed down.

The wizard disappeared. The elven princess was brought home to her father to his great joy and chagrin, and the party was handsomely rewarded, with blue jewels and with the wizard's ill-gotten gains (a magical Bag of Holding was procured, the shopper's dream!)

The Collected Quarterlies of the Phandalin Gazette

Here lieth the public record of our lovely first D&DV campaign.  They players discovered the Lost Mines of Phandalin and routed the evils within.  Gundren the Dwarf and Nooner the Hobbit now run the place as a lucrative mining cooperative.  Althea's adventures continue...

Phandalin Gazette Spring 

"Four strangers walked into our town today, dragging a snotnosed goblin behind them. They had wagon full of supplies for the town that we were all very happy to receive. They even brought some goods to the Lionshield Coster that old Linene had completely given up for lost to bandits. The strangers went to the Townmaster, who didn't impress them much but he locked their goblin in his cell and offered 100gp if for the heads of 20 orcs from Wyvern Tor. They visited the Stonehill Inn and Nooner reacquainted himself with the innkeeper Toby, who told them the Red Brands gang had been getting worse, extorting the town and even killing the Woodworker and taking his family! This was no good. After a short visit to Sister Gahaele of the Lucky Lady Shrine, and a late night visit to the Miner's Exchage proprietor, the fiery Halia, these new to towners proceeded to the Old Manor Hill by way of Alderlead farm. There they were lead by a quarterling named Carp to a secret tunnel entrance that lead to a creepy cavern with a chasm. The group chose to sneak left/West where they found a door at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Rashly opening the door, there were discovered therein three large and hairy goblins tormenting a tiny runt of a goblin. The goblins were confused at first, but violence focused their minds and they attacked with fury.
When the battle was over, Red Branch guards were running down the hall to investigate but they forgot to look under the bed and soon followed a fleeing goblin rather than look under the bed...

Phandalin Gazette Summer

It seems the wizard had been seduced by the powerful promises of this Black Spider. Next stop, Cragmaw Castle!   But in the meantime the elf wizard is hard at work scribing while the others enjoy a well earned flagon of ale. The townspeople are helpful, but worry there is more to do, flushing out a rumored band of Orcs, for instance.  Gather provisions and prepare for the two day trek to the Crags of the Goblin King.

Hero of the town! Those who stood up to the ruffians plaguing Phandalin have left the burgeoning burg to search for their lost cousin, brother of the same stone, Gundren, who may be held captive in the Goblin Castle of Cragmaw, just within the Grimm Forest. Indeed the castle perches seven towers haphazardly atop a rocky tor, doors ajar and masonry crumbling. A stealthy approach was soon scuppered by a silent kick upon a door, disturbing the meal making of the goblin fleet, and setting up a blood bath of greenskinned chaos.
The running battle came to a close thanks to the Sleep spell of Althea and the skull splitting axe of the new boy, Toulon GoblinCleaver. Still, the halfling was sore wounded, and the fighter as well, nearly eaten by a tentalcled and beaked foe. They took stock of golden prayers tools, even as the sun began to set outside, and the gobbo Danzig lover had gotten away. The party is wounded, low on spells, but determined to make their mark.

Phandalin Gazette Fall

Lo, the intrepid three had lost a friend to the tentacles of crawling beast out of time yet they forged ahead, unwilling to leave a task unfinished, yet they kept their wits about them. In the heart of an inhospitable lair they hatched a plan. The redheaded Althea used her mystic arts to disguise herself so that she looked to all as one of the hulking hairy goblin kind that lurked about these ruins. If only she could sound like one! Drawing her companions along as if captured prisoners, she came upon a barracks with two skinny brutes bewildered and terrified to release a great beast who pushed out from behind the door. An owl-headed bear! The dwarf offered it warm rations, and then a freshly slain goblin to sate its insatiable hunger and the three decamped to the camp of the Goblin King Grol, long of beard and broad of axe. Again, Althea's trickery came to the fore as she Charmed the old man with pleasantries and turned him to battling his own formerly captive owlbear, which was to be the death of him. With the escape of the Dark Elf, King Grol dead, and Cousin Gundren rescued and revived, the heroes headed home to Phandalin, to carouse and recoup, and think of the lost riches of Wave Echo Cave, said to hold the very Forge of Spells.