It shouldn’t have happened.  It did, but it shouldn’t have.

It shouldn’t have happened.  It did, but it shouldn’t have.

It shouldn’t have happened.  It did, but it shouldn’t have.

Was it dark magic?  A mutation?

Barkblight (Various sizes, Undead, Mindless, Animated) [inspired by The Sharing Knife book series and the Michael Holmes engineered soil bacteria study]

It’s strangely enchanting to watch the grass spread the disease.  When vines unravel and slither like snakes until they find a new bark covered victim it’s repulsive.  When the converted bark falls from a diseased tree like shingles in a hurricane, writhing and shredding themselves and spreading the horror, it’s like peering into the eye of a storm.  But the grass… it bends and sways, seeking neighboring grass to infect.  Untended fields of overgrowth ripple, blades desiccating to a wheat-like palor in a slow wave, like watching seasons pass in moments.  Crabgrass awkwardly shivers, like a series of ever smaller hands resting palm-within-palm, boney fingers waving frantically.  Ferns curl and uncurl impotently, gradually gaining a crackling sound as they dry, eventually shredding themselves and drifting with the winds.  A billion tiny edged blades of grass of every variety, serrating desperately into their unconverted neighbors to spread the necrotic disease.

Rivers stop it.  Roads slow it down.  Hallowed ground somehow survives.  It’s strange to see a country graveyard in lands destroyed by Barkblight – rectangular patches of calm, green grass commemorated by headstones amidst a nightmare of crisp, tan, dry, aggressive flora.

Fire.  It’s impossible to keep it in control, but it’s the only thing that has proven effective so far.  The cure may be worse than the disease, as fire will often crown, leaping over obstacles that will stop the blight.  Hopefully someone will discover a better way.

Each individual plant with Barkblight acts of it’s own undead accord.  They target uninfected flora.  Desperate Barkblighted plants may begin attempting to kill animals (and people) to get at the micro ecology within them.

Impulse :

* To spread the Blight

Moves :

Rot : It only takes a single acorn, skyborn piece of grass, or shard of bark to land within one’s pack before Adventurers learn not to bring plant-based food into the Blight.  The dawning awareness that a major portion of one’s pack has come to life, seeking to spread corruption, tends to leave a mark on the memory.

Desperate Dining : When you eat ‘food’ touched by the corruption of the Blight, roll + CON.

On a 10+ choose one.  On a 7-9, choose two.

* Take the SICK, WEAK, or SHAKY debility. (You may choose this option more than once as long as you do not already have all three debilities)

* Fall into a deep, unwaking, restless sleep for several hours.

* Your gut flora takes a hit – gain a permanent allergy of the GM’s choosing.

On a miss the ‘food’ destroys your gut flora entirely.  Food of any kind no longer holds any nutritional value for you.

Fronts :

-> Dark Wizard Galadus puts out a huge bounty for the capture of a live ent.  He’s certainly up to no good.  The guy’s a moustachioed monologue machine of malevolent machinations.

-> Ent captured, research begins.

-> Blight is born, quickly gets out of hand.

-> County decimated.  Then fiefdom.  Then kingdom.  Then continent.

-> Survivors eventually drive Blight back, using fire and trenches.  Starvation for the vast, vast majority of surface dwellers is a certainty.  Flora variation takes a huge hit too, with only those plants represented on holy grounds or re-imported from overseas represented.

You guys and gals are tracking on this, right?

You guys and gals are tracking on this, right?

You guys and gals are tracking on this, right?

http://www.onepagedungeon.info/

It’s a great quick-map resource for DW, and a good opportunity to flex those creative muscles.   (I’m working on “Lair of the Leech Lich” as we spea… er, type)

http://www.onepagedungeon.info

The Traitor’s Stone

The Traitor’s Stone

The Traitor’s Stone

It is said that an angel gave the Traitor’s Stone to good King Stephenson.  They say that those who lay their hands upon the stone and speak in truth are safe – verily, healed of ailments and debilities.  Those who speak in lies, however, become frozen as stone, embraced by time in a single moment (and placed in the Royal Garden to be enjoyed during parties)

What they say is true, but what no one says (for few know, and fewer still would risk mentioning it aloud) is that the adviser Shineous Palamore holds watch over the stone for the King, bringing it out when he ‘suspects’ someone in audience with His Majesty of subterfuge… and that Palamore pursues plots of his own.  The cur has destroyed the lives and reputations of several of the King’s most trusted vassals by seeding falsehoods in their thoughts and tricking them into swearing to them later.  For the Traitors Stone cares nothing for the beliefs of men, but only objective truth, and will hand out it’s “justice” to the pious but mistaken and spare the wicked deceiver who stumbles on fact.

(Possible Portents/Front material follows)

– Another adventuring party, contracted by The King, goes missing after successfully completing their taskings.  Their bodies are later found within the Royal Garden.  Those who live in The Keep live in fear of that stone and the box Palamore keeps it in, and may be… convinced… to explain the new ‘statues’.

– The King sends out a call for heroes to slay the Basilisk that froze an entire town a day’s ride from his capital.  The bodies are not stone, but frozen in keeping with those in the Royal Gardens.  A mighty conflict and great rewards do greet the heroes within the ‘Basilisk’s Lair’, a cavernous system of tunnels nearby… but no basilisk, or evidence of a basilisk, is to be found.   On a related note, Palamore has seemingly been gifted with prophecy, for he has gone through the town making people swear to future events in order to see which will, in fact, occur. 

– Those formerly closest to the King have begun to be frozen.  They no longer reside stickly within the Royal Gardens but are scattered throughout the Royal Keep, as the Gardens will not hold them all.  The Good King has locked himself away, alone, speaking only to his most trusted Shineous Palamore.

– Palamore regretfully announced that The King is dead, poisoned by a traitorous cook.  The whole kitchen staff of the Keep is thrown from the parapets.  Palamore, laying his hand upon a stone RESEMBLING the Traitor’s Stone (or, from an elevated speaking position, mearly within the empty box which usually holds the stone) and swears that The King told him in his dying breaths that Palamore should take up his mantel and rule the Kingdom. 

– Things go pearshaped throughout the land as a reasonable monarch is replaced with a narcissistic dictator.

I’ve been mulling over whether to test/implement this one.  What do you think?

I’ve been mulling over whether to test/implement this one.  What do you think?

I’ve been mulling over whether to test/implement this one.  What do you think?

“When someone deals damage and rolls the lowest possible amount of damage the GM will make a hard move against the target of the attack.”

FFemwr’s Spear :

FFemwr’s Spear :

FFemwr’s Spear :

A dozen generations ago, a giant fell to the earth on a comet and landed in The Village.  He awoke, and our wisest elder declared him a heaven’s dweller and worthy of our praise.  He set out to slay the evil Geschopf, who terrorized our people, eating our children and smashing our fishing and war canoes.  Geschopf killed him, smashing him into the ground up on The Mountain, and even now it sometimes cries molten rock and spits funeral ash back to the heavens.

The bravest warrior of our Village went and retrieved FFemwr’s thighbone, hoping the strong magic would protect us from Geschopf.  The Elders saw that Geschopf did not fear FFemwr, so why would a bone help?  The warrior broke it and sharpened the largest piece, crafting a rough spear.  He then stalked into Geschopf’s lair and slew it with the bone.  It is our most prized possession.

When you strike with FFemwr’s spear then no armor or immunity, natural or supernatural, mitigates the damage you deal.  If you roll a miss in combat with the FFemwr’s spear, then GM may declare the dagger broken, shattered beyond repair into a hundred thousand shards

I have an unspoken but enforced arrangement when I GM.

I have an unspoken but enforced arrangement when I GM.

I have an unspoken but enforced arrangement when I GM. 

If someone misses a session, they get as much experience as the lowest-earning member present.  This way no one who shows up with any frequency gets left behind.

The trade off is that when their character reappears we have them either actively in a jam, or just getting out of one. 

Ex : Jim had a family engagement and missed last session, where the party traveled to another plane of existence.  The next session resumes in this Other Place.  The party enters the Field of Blooming Critters and finds Jim’s Thief there, covered in glowing mud, repeatedly stabbing the shuddering just-slain corpse of a werewolf wearing a emerald crown with a shrieking dagger made of intertwined bone and silver.  It is up to Jim to explain what just happened and why he is here, or to brush it off with a “Don’t worry about it – good to see you guys again!”

How do you guys and gals handle missing players?

The War Torn Vet.  A current or former soldier, they have similarities to The Fighter.  Arguably some of the moves…

The War Torn Vet.  A current or former soldier, they have similarities to The Fighter.  Arguably some of the moves…

The War Torn Vet.  A current or former soldier, they have similarities to The Fighter.  Arguably some of the moves could be selected by the Fighter during advancement.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/jt14eraxx0yg4mk/TheWarTornVet.pdf?dl=0

https://www.dropbox.com/s/jt14eraxx0yg4mk/TheWarTornVet.pdf?dl=0

Charlatan’s Tonic

Charlatan’s Tonic

Charlatan’s Tonic

When a character drinks the Charlatan’s Tonic, whatever name it may go by, his most maddening medical malady is miraculously mitigated!  That’s right folks, a flask’ll make your woes be gone in a flash.

The side effect?  Slurs and libels.  There’s no conclusive proof that drinking the tonic causes a new disease, more ironically suited to the host, to reveal itself within the week. 

Can cure a disability if drunk by a PC, although that entitles the MC/GM to a health related hard move in the near future (including incurring new disabilities)

Here’s a game : Vaguely ominous sounding titles / nicknames / monikers.

Here’s a game : Vaguely ominous sounding titles / nicknames / monikers.

Here’s a game : Vaguely ominous sounding titles / nicknames / monikers.

Stephen King’s “The Good Man” is probably the example from literature that sticks out most in my mind, if that helps imply what I’m shooting for.