‘Frost Rhealm’ Podcast

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I’ve been working on a Dungeons & Dragons 5e Module, called ‘Frost Rhealm’

5 Weeks ago I created an ‘Audio’ Trailer for it, and put it on YouTube

Someone recommended that I make it into a Podcast, so here it is!

Check it out, a Story Based on my ‘Frost Rhealm’ Module

Episode 1

Episode 2 (The Proposal)

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Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter XIV) – Good Ale

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Chapter XIV Of My Current Dungeons & Dragons Campaign, Which Began Over A Year Ago, As Written/Retold By My Player Who Plays Vilven

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

Chapter XII – Rivers And Races

Chapter XIII – Goodbyes And Reaquaintances

CHAPTER XIV

Beaden, adorned in his green cloak, stomped heavily toward the table where Vilven and Grid were sitting. His face was taut with anger, his bared teeth nearly frothing. His hair was an unkempt mess and his beard, which Vilven remembered as being surprisingly well groomed, had grown quite unruly since the near week that she had seen him last. When he reached their table he glared down at them, his blue eyes resonating his disdain.

Cho sighed heavily, more put together than his friend, though he did have a slight beard. Otherwise he looked the same as when Vilven first saw him, his short blonde hair tumbled handsomely to frame his face, his brown eyes brimming with patience. She noted girlishly to herself that he looked even more attractive than she remembered. Cho glanced at the Warden guard that still stood next to him at the entrance, then walked with silence to stand next to Beaden. Cho slowly moved his eyes down to Grid, then to Vilven, holding for a moment, then back at his fuming companion. His demeanor nearly observational.

Beaden looked at Cho, then back over his shoulder. “Well, what are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to arrest them?” Beaden whipped toward the Elven guard still posted at the door of the fancy tavern.

The guard looked respectfully at the bartender, whose focus was intent toward Grid, his eyes staring coldly at the back of the Tigron’s head. The guard then focused forward, his face flat as he marched methodically to the table. He tried with obvious difficulty to maintain his composure, angered from being spoken to in such a way from a human. The guard shot Cho and Beaden an untrusting and contemptuous glance, then he looked sharply down at Vilven. “Is this true? Did you steal these two…human’s weapons?” He interrogated.

“Good sir, you see…” Grid started

“I asked the lady what happened” The guard interrupted cooly.

Vilven glanced at Grid, then up at the three men looming over her table, her black eyes wide.

Then she gave a small smile and began in a gentle tone “This is all just a big misunderstanding…”

“A misunderstanding?” Beaden interrupted angrily, slamming his hands on the table, bending so his face was close to hers, his eyes almost crazed.  “You tied us up, took our weapons and our money, and left us in the middle of the forest to die!”

Vilven stared into Beaden’s eyes, then her’s narrowed, provoked. She could feel her magic, vibrating and hot, brimming at the surface. But for the first time, she could tell she was in control. She willed it into being, and nearly saw it cloud over the three men interrogating her. She looked away from Beaden to stare up at the Warden guard.

“We did take their weapons, but did they also tell you that they attacked us? Yes, Grid and I were in the middle of rest for the night, and these two wandered into our camp and, for whatever reason, tried, quite terribly, to assault us. It’s not my fault I can fight better and was able to disarm them.”

“Attacked you?” Beaden said in a shocked, pained tone. “It was a cold night, and my friend and I merely asked if we could share your camp!”

Vilven was equally as shocked, staring now at Beaden. Confusion and panic filling her mind. Did her magic fail? Though her magic to influence had been a happy accident against Wiendle, she knew that it had worked. But against this Beaden it seemed to have no effect. Had she done something wrong?

“That is not what happened!” Vilven said firmly, but her words felt flat to her. She swallowed and looked nervously around at all the eyes fixed on her.

The Warden guard, his face now in a plain scowl, whipped his head to glare accusatorially at Beaden and Cho.

Cho glanced around, rubbing the back of his neck, then sat heavily onto the chair next to him, opposite of Vilven. “You know she has a point. This really is big misunderstanding.” Cho said apologetically.

“Cho!” Beaden yelled. “What are you saying?”

The guard, regaining his composure, stood tall and forcefully grabbed Beaden’s arm.

“I apologize, my Lady. We will apprehend them at once.”

Vilven looked at the Warden guard, then paused. She realized she could see herself reflected in his eyes. Her deep blue hair framed her womanly face, her silvery skin nearly glittered. Her black eyes looked so large in his. And though it was a physical reflection, there was also something else. There was also a reflection of penetrating magic. With a slight smile, she glanced at Cho to see the same mirror of herself, of her magic. She hadn’t failed after all. Not completely.

Though Vilven felt it was a good lesson.

She glanced at Beaden. She’d come to learn her magic was not a guarantee.

“Oh, that isn’t necessary.” Vilven told the guard wickedly. “Let Grid and I take care of them. It would be our pleasure.”

The Elven guard smiled handsomely at her, “Yes, my Lady”. He released Beaden’s arm, then took a generously formal bow. He then turned quickly and marched out of the tavern.

Grid, who had quietly watched the events, leaned forward with an almost bewildered look on his lion face.  After a tense moment between the four of them, he cleared his throat dramatically, “Sit, Lad” He directed at Beaden, who shot him a not so friendly look. “Bartender, another round. And one for our friends here.”

The bartender raised his chin at Grid’s request as he polished a copper tankard. “I do not want humans in my tavern.” He replied pompously. “Nor do I want you, for that matter! I knew you were trouble the moment that you entered.”

“One drink and we will be gone.” Grid responded reasonably.

The bartender sneered, then walked to retrieve the drinks. “Very well. But you pay double.”

Grid looked annoyed but thought it best to keep quiet, “Excuse me.” He said formally to the three of them before he stood and walked over to the bar to retrieve the ale.

Vilven looked up at Beaden who was still standing, his eyes shooting spikes into Grid’s back.

“Why don’t you sit?” Vilven asked politely. He looked down at her, then at Cho, then angrily pulled out one of the carved, wooden chairs and sank into it.

“Thank you for dismissing that guard.” Cho said to Vilven, a boyish, crooked smile coming to his face.

Beaden’s hand twisted into a tight fist at Cho’s comment, but he remained silent, staring at the wall in front of him.

Ignoring Beaden, Vilven smiled back at Cho, her eyes gleaming.

Grid returned with the tankards cradled expertly in his large paws. He distributed them, then sat gracefully back into his seat.

As soon as the tankard was given to him, Beaden gripped the handle and gulped the whole pint down in one long drink. A few drops of ale ran down his chin as he chugged. Then he slammed the empty cup onto the table unceremoniously.

Then he took a deep breath and stood abruptly. “Come on, Cho. We should get out of this godforsaken town.”  With something like detached anger, he started toward the exit.

“You two can come with us.” Vilven suggested quickly before he was out of earshot.

“Really?” Grid, Beaden, and Cho said in unison.

“Yes, yes.” Vilven said impatiently to them. “Didn’t you say we were going South?” She asked Grid.

“Well, yes, we are, but…”

“We don’t really know where we’re going. You can come with us until we figure it out.” Vilven told Cho and Beaden adamantly.

Cho looked gratefully at them, “That’s very kind of you. What do you say, Beaden?” Cho asked him excitedly.

Beaden turned back, his face expressionless, to sit once again. He grabbed one of Vilven’s ales she had yet to drink and starting to chug it as he had done the first. “You go ahead, Cho. I’m not going anywhere with these two.”

“Whatever you say.” Grid responded, finishing off his ale. He stood, adjusted his bow and arrows, then made his way outside.

“Come on, Beaden. They don’t mean us any harm. We did enter their camp unannounced.” Cho pleaded to his friend.

“Goodbye, Cho.” Beaden said coldly to him.

“Why don’t you go help Grid find you two some weapons?” Vilven suggested to Cho. “We did sell yours after all.” She added with a small smile.

Beaden angrily jerked at her comment, but Cho just gave them both a thoughtful look, then nodded silently. He stood, his arm and chest muscles bugling under his shirt. He ran a hand nervously through his hair before he took a few steps toward the exit, his back to them.

“I thought we were getting to be pretty good friends there, Beaden.” Cho said over his shoulder. Then he walked briskly out of The Blue Faerie tavern, his red cloak billowing behind him dramatically.

Vilven watched him go, then focused intently on Beaden. She said nothing as she inspected his face.

“Does it grow quickly?” She asked curiously after a moment.

“What?” Beaden spat at her, looking both perplexed and annoyed.

Vilven leaned forward theatrically, her hair falling forward to cover the sides of her face. “Your beard.” She explained to him. But before he could respond she continued, “What do plan to do? Stay here and drink until they put you in a cage?”

Beaden took a deep breath in and out, then fell back into his chair, propping his foot onto his knee.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” he started in a condescending tone, “we are surrounded by forests. There are plenty of places for Cho and I to go and plenty of people that would be happy to pay us for our help.”

“Well, it looks like Cho is coming with us.” She pointed out.

Beaden looked a but taken off guard by her response, but he recovered quickly.  “Then I’ll go at it alone.” He said stiffly

The Elven bartender appeared next to their table, silent as a ghost. “The tavern has closed.” He managed through clenched teeth.

Beaden and Vilven looked up at him with annoyance.

But then Vilven stood and shot him a quick smiled, “Very well. Do you want to finish this?” She asked Beaden, indicating her second untouched ale.

Beaden grabbed the tankard in one stylish motion, then stood in front of the bartender challengingly. He chugged it nosily, the bartender’s face turning red, then dropped the cup onto the floor. “Good ale.” Beaden said with a nod.

Vilven couldn’t help but snicker. “Let’s go, Beaden.” She said, grabbing his arm. She looked back at the infuriated bartender as they made their way out.

“You’re funny, Beaden” Vilven said chuckling a few times as they walked away from the tavern. Beaden, beside himself, couldn’t help but laugh a few times with her.

“Well, now that you’ve decided to come with us, let’s see what weapon Cho and Grid got for you.” She said positively before she gave him a side long glance and winced. “And you should really fix your beard, it looked nicer before.”

“I didn’t say I was going with you.” Beaden said defensively while he ran a few idle fingers through his patchy beard.

“Yes you did” Vilven said faultlessly. Then she took a deep breath of the ocean air, ready to be close to the water.pirate-ship-1719396_960_720

 

Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Playlist Chapters 1-13)

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

Chapter XII – Rivers And Races

Chapter XIII – Goodbyes And Reacquaintances 

Help Bring Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong To Life

One year ago, my girlfriend and I began playing a One Person Dungeons & Dragons Campaign…

A year+ later, we’ve found that we’ve left a trail/brought to life a great story.

SUMMARY:
Adventures of Vilven Ledsong is a retelling of a single player Dungeons and Dragons campaign. The campaign began over a year ago, and still continues today!

The campaign was started from the love of two storytellers, James Mahoney (The Dungeon Master) and Kaitlin Q. Calkins (The Player). Together they built a special and unique world, full of emotionally driven characters.

Vilven Ledsong, the protagonist, is pushed throughout the story to transform to a higher level spiritually, emotionally, physically, and in magic. She is supported by a group of diverse friends, who become not only her allies but her family.

With the hope of bringing Adventures of Vilven Ledsong to life, the story is currently being written online by Kaitlin Q. Calkins.

The retelling of it is ongoing, and has even begun to be told through visual art from the talents of LivingSilver .

With your help, Vilven’s story can continue to grow into different forms of media, including books, comic books, animation, and even movies.

You can be part of this by Donating @ Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong GoFundMe Here

You can check out the Story Here;

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

Chapter XII – Rivers And Races

Chapter XIII – Goodbyes And Reacquaintances

And the Art So Far is Here;

Thanks for your Belief, and your Support!

Doragon Kishu- (James Mahoney)

Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter XIII) – Goodbyes And Reacquaintances

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Chapter XIII Of My Current Campaign, Which Began A Year Ago, As Written/Retold By My Player Who Plays Vilven

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

Chapter XII – Rivers And Races

CHAPTER XIII

Vilven assessed Warden more thoroughly as they made their way toward the docks of the small village. The High-Elves of Warden, who nearly floated as they walked, seemed very calm, almost serene, all very beautiful and put together. They reminded Vilven of what she thought angels might look like, though the Elves didn’t look altogether innocent. Their sharp features could even be described as somewhat jarring and harsh. Their demeanor also seemed, to Vilven, not necessarily heavenly. They were interestingly rather unaware of their presence, engaged fully with their own agenda, aside from the occasional disapproving glance toward Jaren and Wiendle.

“It is probably best if you don’t stare, Vilven.” Grid said under his breath, though his eyes remained focused in front of him. Vilven was a little shocked that the Tigron was somehow able to note what she had been doing without even looking.

“Sorry.” Vilven apologized to Grid.

Grid merely grunted in response. But Vilven did try her best to stop looking so intently at the people around her.

When they reached the docks, Vilven took a deep breath of the ocean air, the water glittered from the generous light of the mid-morning sun. Vilven felt the tug on her heart, and her race, but resisted the urge to dive into the inviting sea. She was certain that that behavior would not be accepted, even slightly. But she couldn’t help but smile at each dancing wave, her inner joy peaking through the restraint.

Grid, with an agile gait, walked toward one of the larger boats. There were people, mainly elves, boarding, walking slowly onto the deck of the ship.

“Is this boat going south?”

A younger, slightly more brutish elf who was pulling on some rope turned to Grid’s question.

“Aye, sir, ” The sailor elf responded, looking blatantly behind him at Wiendle and Jaren, though his face remained plain.

“Very well.” Grid responded and walked purposefully back to them. “This is to be the ship you two will take” He directed to Jaren.

“We will board at once ” Jaren responded stiffly, understandably anxious to leave the judgmental stares of Warden behind.

Grid nodded then extended a long, graceful arm around Jaren. He pulled him in close, talking to him in a barley audible tone. His grand lion-like frame crouched to warrant the secrecy.  Vilven glanced at them, narrowing her eyes, acute with curiosity. Vilven and Wiendle looked at each other, and Vilven put her arm around Wiendle shoulders, mirroring Grid. Wiendle wrapped her arms around Vilven in an embrace.

“Oh, Vilven. I am going to miss you so much! Thank you for all that you have done.” The petit, blonde princess cried out quietly.

Vilven closed her eyes tightly, taking in Wiendle’s words, a slight smile coming to her uniquely beautiful face.

“I am going to miss you, as well, Wiendle. Be good to yourself, and Jaren. Live your life as you please. You are free to be whoever you want now.”

Vilven pushed Wiendle’s shoulders back so that she could look into her pretty, blue eyes. “You are stronger than you look. Don’t let other people underestimate you, but most importantly, don’t underestimate yourself.”

Vilven’s words ran deeply within her, it was almost as if she was in some subconscious way talking to herself. There was a spark in Wiendle’s bravery, something in the young princess’ conviction of life and independence, that pushed Vilven to embrace her true power. She knew it was no accident Wiendle was the first person she met on this plane.

Wiendle, tears in her eyes, nodded and hugged Vilven again, sniffling into her chest.

“We should be going, my love. The ship is going to be leaving soon.” Jaren cooed to Wiendle, walking over putting a hand on her lower back.

“Take care of her, Jaren” Vilven ordered him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Jaren smiled in agreement, “Thank you, Vilven.”

He urged Wiendle toward the boat that was now preparing to set sail. Wiendle waved generously to Grid as they walked past him, walking up the ramp onto the deck.

Vilven took a few generous steps to stand next to Grid. They stood and watched, almost mesmerized, as their two friends sailed away into the distant reaches of the rich, kindhearted sea.

Vilven wiped a single tear from her face then glanced up at Grid with a playful smile, “It looks like it is only you and me, now.”

“Just the way we like it.” Grid returned, then smiled generously at Vilven. “Now let’s go see if we can unload these Ranger’s weapons.”

Vilven glanced at the array bows, arrows, and swords that Grid was carrying. “Do you want some help with that?” She extended her arms out in offering. And then glanced again, at the ocean. “Do you think they would care if I took a swim?”

“They may not, but I do.” Grid said flatly, handing her the two bows. “Perhaps you can grab a swim after we sell them and get something to eat.”

Vilven held the two bows awkwardly in her arms and sighed in the direction of the water. “Fine. But you’ll have to ‘grab a swim’ with me then. Hopefully your tail helps with your ability to stay afloat.” She chuckled then took a few girlish skips toward the beautiful, intricately carved buildings.

Grid did not reply.

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They made their way to sell the weapons. Though the female, High- Elf blacksmith they first encountered was extremely unfriendly, her twin sister was quite the opposite. She bought the swords for a fair price, and helped them with direction to a place to sell the bows and arrows. The bower, another female High-Elf, accepted the bows without negotiation. She was quite intimidated by Grid’s presence, even to the point of overpaying.

Grid was quite relieved to be done with carrying the weapons, rolling his shoulders to relax some of the lingering tension.  Vilven, in contrast, was exhilarated by their newfound money, and even convinced Grid to visit a jewel caster. He was reluctant, but could see the excited gleam in her eyes, so he agreed. Vilven walked the shop over, admiring all the different types of gems, asking for details from the halfling who ran the shop, even when she knew they couldn’t afford it. She eventually found a dark blue azurite ring, encased on a beautiful electrum band. The halfling, noting her innocence in the matter of negotiating, tried to swindle her. But Grid was an daunting adversary, and was able to haggle it down to a more reasonable price.

Vilven was admiring her new ring as they finally made their way to the tavern. A larger building than most in the village. The outside was lavishly decorated with detailed carvings of thick, lush trees and small, elvish-looking, winged faeries. The sign above the entrance was painted a deep, penetrating blue, naming the tavern “The Blue Faerie”.

“It’s beautiful” Vilven noted, before they walked through the elaborately painted swinging door.

The inside of The Blue Faerie was just as beautiful, even peaceful. Very different than what Vilven thought taverns were like.

“This is a tavern?” Vilven asked Grid quietly, looking inquisitively at everything around her. Her eyes fell on a very tall High-Elf that stood behind the counter. His eyes were squinting at them, his chin raised ever so slightly.

Grid walked through the tavern, easily avoiding the elegant, wood tables in the middle. Vilven hesitantly trailed behind him, still taking in the bewildering environment.

“Two ales, my good friend” Grid said to the elf behind the bar.

The elf looked at Grid haughtily. “You’re going to have pay for them.”

Grid shot an unfriendly smirk at the Inn-keeper, then placed two silver on the counter.

The elf picked up the coins with deliberately slow movement, then extended his arm toward a table.

Grid turned to Vilven and nodded his head toward the table that was indicated by the elf, then turned back. She went to the table and sat down, and sighed heavily, amazed at how good it felt to finally sit. Grid came moment later with the two drinks in shining copper tankards.

Grid sat down with grace, but he too sighed at the relief the chair. Settling in a moment before he took a long drink of his ale.

“This is ale?” Vilven asked, cradling the tankard between her hands. “I’ve never had it. Nothing really like this in the Water Plane.”

Grid slammed down his drink onto the table, gaining him a not so amused glance by the Inn-keeper. He wiped the foam from his lion-like face with his arm before replying.

“Indeed, it is” He said, nearly purring.

Vilven looked down into the tankard, then moved it to her lips. But before she could drink, a blasting sound came from the door of the tavern. Both her and Grid looked toward the entrance.

“There they are!” Beaden stood there, pointing accusatorially at them. Cho stood several feet behind, a Warden guard next to him. “They are the one’s that stole our weapons!” He continued.

Vilven looked, eyes wide with shock, at the two Rangers

“Oh, God” Grid said in a pained voice.

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Creating D & D Content Can Crush You A Little Bit… Is It Worth It?

CREATING D & D CONTENT CAN CRUSH YOU A LITTLE BIT… IS IT WORTH IT?

A bit about me, and my D & D history.

I was an extremely imaginative kid, but, a very shy one.

I heard about Dungeons And Dragons (D & D) in the 70’s, and wanted to play soooo much.

But, I only had a couple friends, none of which played.

In the 80’s any exposure to D & D Players left me with the feeling that 80% of the time, Players would argue over rules, as opposed to playing.

This did not interest me.

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It was then I came to the realization that the only way I was ever going to play, was if I ran the game myself.

I was never much of a Reader (More of a Creative Writing, Math guy), so one look at the A D & D Book, and I knew I’d never make my way through it, let alone learn it.

That’s where the D & D ‘Red’ Book came in… Basic Rules.

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Then came the Expert Rules…

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From there I would slowly add in A D & D Rules to add more depth to the game.

I ran a Campaign for maybe 2 or 3 years, all Homebrew stuff, and it was great.

Then in the late 90’s I was in a theatre production of Hamlet (Loved Shakespeare, but not much of an Actor, lol), and someone found out that I used to Dungeon Master (DM).

Soon two Actors & two people from my work would make up a new group of Evil/& Or Chaotic Characters, which I’d never ran, but loved.

I’m big on villains.

I had always created my own Homebrew content, and would soon create ‘The Black Orc’, a Hybrid of Orc with higher Strength, and Intelligence.

One of my Players played one in our Campaign.

We played for maybe 8 months, then that group faded.

In the 2000’s it was World of Warcraft for me…

Then in 2017, I returned to D & D with my Doragon Kishu Twitter.

The Community was awesome, and D & D had really begun to take off.

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None of the other Editions of D & D had really grabbed my attention, but when I was exposed to 5e, I really liked it.

Since I hadn’t played D & D in a while, I thought I’d start out as a Player, picked up a Players Guide, and started a group up with a friend as the DM.

He didn’t have time to create Homebrew material, so I supplied him with some of the stuff I had created at some point.

Meanwhile I started a D & D Vlog (Doragons Domain) on YouTube, where I talked about DM stuff, including my Homebrew building process.

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Three or four months in, I had begun creating a Module called ‘Frost Rhealm’, and even considered trying to Publish it…

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I found a cool Artist, but needed a few hundred dollars for Art, and thus created a Fund Raiser.

But literally minutes after launching it, I canceled it.

I was struggling with the fear of making a passionate hobby of mine, into a job.

Would I lose something along the way?

Not long after that, life stuff came up, and I stepped away from Social Media (Twitter) for what ended up being 15 months.

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During that time, I never stopped playing, or creating Homebrew content.

I also picked up the Dungeons Master Guide, and returned to Dungeon Mastering.

In fact I’ve been running a one person campaign for over a year now, and have truly explored two continents of my 6 continent world, Varamore, and Aquaonia (Forgive the bleary photos).

At some point I also brought Faerûn in (Specifically Waterdeep), as a ‘Second’ Material Realm.

In January I returned to Social Media (Twitter), and it has been awesome reconnecting with the D & D Community.

I also started creating NPC Characters, and Hybrid Creatures.

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I chose DMs Guild because I didn’t want to worry about limitations on what I created (As far as Creatures Etc.).

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The first Content I created was FOR THE LOVE OF ORCS

Basically I’ve created 4 Hybrid Orcs, the Red, White, Blue & Black.

The Red and Black were from back in the 90’s campaign, and the White and Blue were from my Frost Rhealm Module.

But I hadn’t created full blown stats for any of them, until now.

  1. Black Orc – Smartest & Strongest of the Orcs, generally used as Generals of Armies for Evil Leaders.
  2. Red Orc – Engineers, like the Dwarves of Orcs, they specialize in building Bridges, operating Ballistas etc.
  3. Blue Orc – Frost/Cold Resistant Warriors, generally in cold regions.
  4. White Orc – Frost/Cold Resistant Scouts, also generally in cold regions.

I didn’t try to sell this Title at first, I just wanted to pour it into the D & D World, see what people thought, and just get em out there.

I think like 178 Free ones were downloaded, but I have absolutely no idea if people actually use the Free stuff, or just download it because its free, lol

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Then came BLACKMETH… My absolute favorite NPC Villain, from back in my Original Campaign in the 80’s…

He’s an ‘Alpha’ (Stronger) black werewolf who was hunting the group, until he got his head cut off by our Fighter, who teleported behind him (Sword of Teleportation), and Rolled A 20…

I had to give it to him.

The group, however, should have burned the body, as a later enemy of the groups resurrected many of their enemies, and brought them all against them!

I offered Blackmeth as ‘Pay Want You Want’, but that didn’t really work out, lol

There were like 62 downloads, which is cool, but they were all for Free, lol

Oh well, live and learn.

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Then came CORANDERO (Paladin), my favorite NPC Hero, who I used to hunt my Second Campaign Group in the 90’s with, as, like I said, they were Evil/& Or Chaotic.

I actually blended two Archtypes for this guy, and made him/created a ‘Paladin Of Righteousness’.

Because I didn’t like the idea of him being called a ‘Paladin of Vengeance’, so I blended attributes of Vengeance, and Devotion.

This time I actually Charged $.50, and sold 5 of him, so I was pretty stoked.

I know that’s not a lot of money, but I really love this character, and of course it feels like a micro step in the right direction.

I then actually read the DMs Guild License Agreement (Of course, I should have initially), I knew they got 50% of my profits, which I was fine with, but I didn’t realize that anything I Published on there I couldn’t Publish anywhere else, like a Kickstarter Independent Project, etc.

This kind of upset me.

I mean I get it, it’s probably a way to protect their selves, but for me the creator, it hit me kind of hard.

The Orcs are my babies…

As are the NPC’s, but the Orcs, though I was basically giving them away for free, are something that I will likely have in any kind of World or Module Content.

So I spoke to there Customer Service, who were very nice, to verify.

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And figured if I want to Self Publish through a Third Party again, I would likely use DriveThruRPG, who have two different set ups, one Exclusive, one Non-Exclusive.

The truth is, there’s a creature in my Frost Rhealm Module that I’d have to use DM’sGuild to Publish it…

I could remove the creature, and Publish it Independently, or through DriveThruRPG, but I realllly don’t want to take out this creature.

So I will have to see.

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I then put all of my DMs Guild Content into one 9 NPC Set (Black Orc Gaming 9 NPC Pack), and sold it for $1.00…

Sold 4 Copies, so I was pretty pleased.

I know, I know, it’s not a lot of money, lol

But, at least I’m getting stuff out there.

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After several weeks, I finally licked my wounds, and shifted over to DriveThruRPG…

Launching my First NPC Character over there yesterday, DAR’ATH (Barbarian Knight)

Dar’Ath wasn’t his original name…

I actually based this character off a character in a Blog Story Series I wrote back in 2011-12 called ‘Dark Rider’.

But because I was still paranoid from the DMs Guild thing, even though I’m using the ‘Non’ Exclusive setup on DriveThruRPG, I didn’t feel comfortable using the Dark Rider name.

I’m selling Dar’Ath for $.50, but sadly have sold none so far, lol

What really breaks my heart when my Content doesn’t sell, is I really like these Characters/Hybrids etc.

And I want people to use them.

Yes, sales are great, we all need money to survive, and it reinforces what we’re doing/gives us a sense of pride, but man, I hate that no ones using this dude, lol

I now stand on a precipice (Not sure that’s quite the right word, but I like the way it sounds, lol), trying to decide, where do I go from here?

Do I finish Frost Rhealm, and Publish it on DM’s Guild, knowing I’m giving up some rights by doing it.

Do I just keep making Single NPC’s, knowing they may not sell all that well, and will never be used.

Do I make larger groups of NPC’s like the 9 NPC Pack, and hope people will buy them that way?

As an Artist who is truly passionate about D & D (Especially Playing it), taking multiple blows with my creations has, and is tough.

It’s not all the work that I know is necessary to build  the content, or get it out there…

It’s the heartache that comes when you pour your energy/heart/creativity into something, and just watch the Character sit there…

…not being used.

Nuff Said,

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Dark Rider

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Dark Rider

The Dark Rider left his Village early that morning, as not to disturb anyone. Strangely he left his Ebon Blade behind, something he’d never do.

Into the Nordok Peaks he would head, and with any luck, avoid the forth coming Snow Storm all together. But he would not be that lucky, as in the 5th hour of his travels, the storm would strike.

The Rider trudged on, grasping at the Silver Chain about his neck as if to harness some power from it to push him on. By Midnight the Storm had passed, but left the Nordok Peaks covered in Frost.

His Black Steed tired, but the Rider patted him on the side of his neck and spoke “Soon Tribune… Soon”. Soon the Rider entered a valley of Snow and Rock, and winded his way up, his Horse slipping from time to time on the loose, and Frost Covered stones.

Finally he seemed to reach his destination, at a high peak over looking the snow covered valley. At this point he dismounted, and slapped his Horse on it’s rear sending it on it’s way. “Yah!!”

The Rider than removed his Dark Helm, and sat it on a nearby rock. His hair was dark brown, his eyes glistened of true blue. From underneath his cloak he pulled forth a silver box, and opened it with gentle hands. Inside it, a stunning dagger.

A gift from the Rendolyn Elves, for he was their friend. He then removed the Silver Necklace from around his neck, which had a Black Stone Rock shaped in the form of a Heart on the end of it. Tears came to his eyes as he drew forth the dagger in one hand, and the Silver Chain in the other. “If not in this life… Perhaps in the next my love.” With this all seemed to slow down, as his left hand tossed the chain over the side of the Mountain, his right brought the Dagger towards his chest… But then

Suddenly a White Owl swooped up over him, the necklace wrapped tightly around it’s claws! And at that very moment, an Arrow struck his hand holding the Dagger, causing it to fall to the Icy Ground, as the Arrow and his hand strike a large rock beside him. The Arrow pierces the Rock, securing the Rider’s Hand to it. “Ahhhh!!!” He yelled, as the Owl Screetched “Screetch!!!!”.

Suddenly a White Clad Elf appears, a great cat by her side.

“Tsk Tsk..” She spoke slyly as she held open her hand. Suddenly the White Owl flew over and dropped the Silver Chain into it. The Dark Rider attempts to pull the Arrow from the Rock, but the Elf approaches and does it for him. She then tosses him a thick rag to wrap his hand. “You know what your problem is… Human women” she spoke as she walked away. He glares up at her his Bright Blue Eyes unable to ascertain where she came from. She then looks back at him, and then at the Necklace. She tosses it over the side of the mountain. “She’s not worth it… Try to find yourself a nice Elven Girl next time… And try to take better care of that Knife, we Rendolyn Elves take our Gifts very seriously. And are friends too”. With this she was gone. The Rider’s hand wrapped, he stood,  walked over and picked up the Dagger. “Do you have a name!?!?”

All he could hear were two words yelled back in the distance. “I’m Taken!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

PHOTO CREDIT – Girl Elf and Cat