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Character	Race	Class	Description
Tarkus the Promising	Human	Cleric level 5	Follower of Bachontoi, God of Red Wisdom.
Beorg the Gravedigger	Human	Fighter level 5	Inspired to adventure after burying several adventurers.
Thorinda Bung	Human	Monk level 2	She has blonde hair done up in a tight pony tail and wears light, loose suit.
Jacob Vin	Human	Assassin level 1	Slick black hair, inconspicuous dress, youthful for his age, and of keen instincts.
Kenso San	Human	Fighter level 4	An arrogant and self-assured sellsword wandering Wilderlands to prove he can best anyone.
Tam o' Shanter	Human	Cleric level 4	A boisterous wine-lover of Losborst on a Great Crusade of the Grape.
Wilbalt Abendeurer	Human	Fighter level 1	AA burly blonde barbarian; Warmund's younger brother and a better swordsman of the two.
Warmund Abendeurer	Human	Fighter level 1	A burly blonde barbarian; Wilbalt's older brother and the stronger of the two.

Redleaves 4th, Fireday

Fat stone lizard sat there, immovable. Its two large eyes—green gems—gazed upon woman prostrated beneath it, her belly exposed. Fire cackled in stone bowl.

Blood splattered the ground and walls as adventurers clashed with four vile creatures. Reptilian monsters excreted stench most foul and fought with wicked barbed spears.

Beorg hacked one with his halberd, while Kenso executed the other with two precise slices. Three more troglodytes joined the fray, rushing from the north.

At the same time, two burly blonde barbarians—Wilbalt and Warmund—arrived from the south.

“We are here to crush some skulls!”

Warmund, the bigger of the two, rushed to dame's rescue. He bowled his way through and stepped over her in order to fight. Ge was promptly stabbed and rendered unconscious.

Wilbalt, the younger of the two, was much more successful. He elected to ignore the scantily clad lady, and focused on crushing skulls instead. His focus paid of handsomely as he indeed crushed the skull of one troglodyte.

Kenso focused on the foul beast with glowing dagger. He splits its head in half, and then kicked the corpse away. Tam crushed another one.

Final monster suffered a humiliating death as Jacob slit holes in its back, and then pulled both of its kidneys through them.

“Just like they though me in the school for assassins!”

Adventurers heaved and retched from foul smelling corpses. They briefly scanned the room. Wilbalt took care of his brother, while Thorinda tended to the woman.

The woman introduced herself as Silugnia, Adept of Sinakad. She was captured when her adventuring party was vanquished by the troglodytes. Tam was suspicious of her and wanted to smash her. Thorinda said no.

Ignaeus noticed that something was off in the chamber—there ought to be secret doors or passageway somewhere. Taking a mental note of it, adventurers decided to proceed north, pushing through stuck doors.

Meme by Jan.

This led them to an empty chamber. Moving on they reached a turn and doors just before it. Bursting through faced them with four pig-faced orcs clad in chainmail and armed with scimitars.

With nowhere to run, the monster put up a desperate fight. Kenso was nearly hacked to death. Wilbur claimed first kill, followed by Tam. Tarkus soon followed, his hand guided true by Bachontoi. Jacob killed the last one, with a precise throat thrust with spear he had appropriated from the troglodytes.

Sweeping the chamber revealed fifty-eight golden pieces and little more of value.

“Hey, let's take their armour. It is quite difficult to get by chainmail in Ironburg...”

Indeed, the orcs were liberated of their armour quite rapidly.

Returning to the corridor, the party went north-east, reaching a T-junction. To the left were doors leading into a square chamber with broken through wall. Sounds of rushing water could be heard in the distance.

Straight ahead were doors and corridor turning further right. And slightly before the former was another T-shaped junction. At this moment adventurers decided to retreat to Ironburg. Two of them were badly injured, they had dazed Silugnia, and they were hauling a little bit of treasure.

Thus they backtracked, going back to the sacrificial room, then past the golden spider statuette, and straight into a band of ten zombies. Tarkus turned them without missing a beat. Adventurers decided not to pursue. Next was long chamber of the Ratmaster that was incinerated by Ignaeus, pass the doors with Arnulf's flayed face—”What an ugly fucker” Warmund muttered—and up the stairs leading to the first level.

From there they headed straight to the gnome chamber, and then north through double secret doors, then east into the many-doored chamber, through north-west doors, and then west, north, through illusory wall, and up the stairs.

Air was warm. Summer will be here soon. Night has already fallen by the time they left the ruins of Castle Yukanthur. They found a safe spot to rest some time after midnight. There they slept until evening. They reached Ironburg by nightfall.

Redleaves 8th, Earthday

A party of eight adventurers—Tarkus the Promising, Beorg the Gravedigger, Thorinda Bung, Jacob Vin, Kenso and his retainer Agathon the Promising, Tam, and Wilbalt—returned to the ruins.

Most of the goblin corpses have been picked clean to the bone. Those that did were liquefied, hosting thick, blubbery maggots as well as swollen flies. Beorg picked few of the nastiest maggots and put them in his pouch.

“How about we check the cave?” Tam suggested.

Just east of the castle, twenty feet below the ground level, was a cave entrance blocked by a large boulder. Weeks ago, when the adventurers had found freshly massacred goblins, they also found that they broke a hole through the boulder. At that time the hole was closed shut by dozens of goblins corpses jammed into it.

The hole was now mostly open. If one was willing to crawl through putrid, maggot-infested, and disease-ridden remains. Tam was the man.

He endured and crept through the hole. Smelly but alive he emerged into a spacious cavern. Shining the bullseye lantern to the right revealed two tunnels, one narrow and one wide. Shining it to the left revealed two adjoining caves. More goblin remains were in the cave. Tam could endure no more and he fled the cave.

“Let's go into the dungeon. That we know.”

Party followed by now well established route. Through the illusory wall, into the many-gated room, south-west, through square chamber with double secret doors, past the gnome statue chamber, and then follow the long corridor until the flail wielding statue.

There they ran into nineteen giant rats. Kenso the Ratkiller butchered eight, Beorg the Ratburrier skewered seven, and the rest were dispatched by others.

Party waded through the corpses and descended to second level. This time they turned left, into the unknown. This led them to a thirty by thirty chamber, bereft of anything worth noting except another exit. Following it led to a T-junction splitting north and west. The former connected to corridor leading to south-west entrance into the Ratmaster's lair. The latter led into the unknown.

From the unexplored darkness four ravenous ghoul came charging. They were promptly stopped by Tarkus's holiness. They cried and whimpered and fled for their unlife. Ten zombies pushed through, slumbering towards the party. As Tam turned them, another pack of ghouls came charging from the doors to the far west.

Zombies pivoted, fleeing the awesome divinity of Losborst's vicar. Ghouls, one the other hand, were unaffected. They tore through his defenses, rendering him stiff as a plank.

Kenso, Wilbalt, and Thorinda were now completely exposed. Jacob and Agathon were just behind them. Tarkus and Beorg, the mightiest and most powerful were at the rearguard. Will they have time to help, or will they witness their allies being eaten alive?

Poster by Lord Jubalon Flux.

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Before the dawn of man ...

... there was a covenant between the land and the sea people – a covenant long forgotten by those who stayed on shore, but indelibly etched in the minds of others – the dolphins of Altair.

Now the covenant had been broken. Dolphins were being wantonly sacrificed in the name of scientific research, their waters increasingly polluted, their number dangerously diminished. They had to find allies and strike back. Allies willing to sever their own earthly bonds for the sake of their sea brothers – willing, if necessary, to execute the destruction of the whole human race ...

Margaret St. Clair's novels Sign of the Labrys and The Shadow People are cited in the Dungeon Master's Guide “Appendix N: Inspirational and Educational Reading.” I've read the former couple of days ago, and enjoyed it quite much. It was also fascinating seeing how much of it read like an old-school dungeon delve.

When I researched the author, I read that the latter, The Shadow People, is part of loose trilogy comprised of The Dolphins of Altair (1967), The Shadow People (1969), and The Dancers of Noyo (1973). Since all three are relatively short (~200 pages each), I decided to simply read them in publishing order.

Mild spoilers ahead.

The story is presented from the perspective of a psionic dolphin historian. He narrates how the sea people—dolphins—used Udra (psychic powers, similar to psionics in OD&D) to find and collaborate with three splits—humans—to flood the world.

The writing is punchy, especially in the first half. Everything moves fast, and I enjoyed the implicit writing style. There is action, there is a little bit of mystery, and there are surprises and turns. Some of the hallucinations / visions are quite trippy, which I liked as well.

The Dolphins of Altair is not listed in the Appendix N, so I did not expect any D&D tropes. There is a lot of psionics, and some of the techniques are well described. Only 1-in-100 000 are receptive to it; there are mentions of ESP. If this was an OD&D module or setting it would be labelled as gonzo for sure.

At its core, The Dolphins of Altair is an ecological doomsday book infused with psychedelic and psionics. I found it to be quite a quick and enjoyable read, and am looking forward to discovering how exactly it relates to The Shadow People.

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For years I've been seeing mentions of Margaret St. Clair's Sign of the Labrys and The Shadow People. Both appear in the “Appendix N: Inspirational and Educational Reading” of the Dungeon Master's Guide, and both are relatively obscure. I was always attracted to their covers, but was unable to just walk to the local library and borrow them.

Something had gotten into me yesterday, and I decided to hunt both down—in their ebook form. I am quite confident there was nothing special in the print version, besides beautiful covers that is, since they were plain small-sized paperback.

Few hours later, and I procured Sign of the Labrys (1963), The Dolphins of Altair (1967), The Shadow People (1969), and The Dancers of Noyo (1973) novels. According to St. Clair's Wikipedia page, the last three form some sort of loose trilogy. Their ebook covers are quite underwhelming so I downloaded the originals from the web instead.

I opened the Sign of the Labrys, “just to check it out,” read first few paragraphs, and realised I couldn't just put it down. I finished it in a couple of hours.

Mild spoilers ahead.

I greatly enjoyed the “implicit” writing style, atmosphere, and post-apocalyptic setting. Things are casually introduced without too much—or any—explanation, leaving it up to the reader to fill in the blanks.

The whole thing reads like an extended dungeon delve, with main character sometimes being alone, and sometimes allying with one or more individuals. Exploration is very focused on corridors, doors, chambers, and implied threat.

D&D tropes I noticed:

• Character(s) travel down and up the tiered levels of a large subterranean complex.
• It is explicit that deeper levels hold more resources than the upper levels but are also more dangerous.
• Each level has “guardians” of various sorts.
• Exploration is described by providing lengths of corridors, doors, and sizes of areas; almost reading like an example of play, and eerily similar to how I write in the session reports.
• Secret doors and passageways that shortcut the dungeon levels or lead to secret areas with treasure.
• Thematic dungeon levels: a workers' level, laboratory level, pleasure level, engine level, etc.
• Factions: each level has at least one dominant faction, plus several smaller factions.
• Spellcasting. Mostly illusory magic.
• Main character levels up as he travels deeper. He also then has to spend time training to unlock new abilities.
• There is a lot of resting.

Perhaps I read it too quickly, but I do not remember any single character that fits the description of hairy monster featured on the cover.

The novel didn't feel dated at all. In fact, a plague that make peoples' lungs fill with liquid, resulting them in choking to death, sounded very contemporary.

All in all, Sign of the Labrys was quite an enjoyable read. It was fascinating witnessing what might have contributed to Gary's view on dungeons and dungeon delving. I am very much looking forward to reading The Shadow People too.

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Adventurers

Character	Race	Class	Description
Tarkus the Promising	Human	Cleric level 5	Follower of Bachontoi, God of Red Wisdom.
Beorg the Gravedigger	Human	Fighter level 5	Inspired to adventure after burying several adventurers.
Ambros	Human	Cleric level 6	Follower of Aniu, Lord of Time.
Ignaeus	Elf	Fighter level 4 / magic-user level 5	A slightly weathered looking elf with dull blonde hair and chiseled features. Seeks wealth and knowledge.
Syd Grundy	Human	Ranger level 2	Tall, middle aged and scruffy looking man of the wilderness.
Thorinda Bung	Human	Monk level 2	She has blonde hair done up in a tight pony tail and wears light, loose suit.
Jacob Vin	Human	Assassin level 1	Slick black hair, inconspicuous dress, youthful for his age, and of keen instincts.
Kenso San	Human	Fighter level 4	An arrogant and self-assured sellsword wandering Wilderlands to prove he can best anyone.
Tam o' Shanter	Human	Cleric level 4	A boisterous wine-lover of Losborst on a Great Crusade of the Grape.

Willowind 20th, Spiritday

“Close the doors, let's check the east ones instead.”

Adventurers had just spent hours in a circular chamber with a levitating fire and four doors—except that doors vanish once they are closed.

Ignaeus figured out the trick—one must approach the doors from the opposite side, walking through the flames—and he was now the true Doormaster.

The elf obliged and closed south doors. He then walked to the west side and crawled through the flames heading east. The doors appeared and did not dodge his opening attempt.

Before them was a short corridor, some forty feet, that turned right. The party moved forth, coming to a square chamber with a statue of an ugly, winged figure crouching atop of a stone pedestal.

“Haha, look, a gargoyle!” some of the adventurers laughed.

The statue opened its eyes, spread its wings, and bared its talons.

The statue was indeed a gargoyle.

It clawed and chewed on Kenso. Then it clawed and gored Beorg.

Adventurers' weapons did nothing to it.

So they did the next best thing.

Beorg, Tam, and Tarkus wrestled and grappled with the gargoyle.

Stone monstrosity cried out as it was brought down and pinned.

Ambros tried to burn it with the torch, but it hurt the creature not.

Then Ignaeus played shibari with it, while the brave trio kept it pinned.

Syd and Thorinda kept in the back, providing light from the furthest safe distance they could muster.

Ambros, never to be the one to miss out on good action, began canvassing the room for secret passages and doors. He begun with south-west corner.

Wall slid to the side, an a sea of giant rats fell into the chamber.

Rats swarmed the room. Beorg, Tam, and Tarkus let got of the tightly bound gargoyle, and began stomping. Crunch cracks echoed aplenty.

Gargoyle broke through the ropes, flew up, and escaped through the open secret passage.

Familiar husky voice spoke from the darkness, dripping with vitriol and contempt.

“I have traded rats for a gargoyle! Well, isn't that nice!”

Ignaeus cast Sleep, knocking out still intact giant rats, Tam, Thorinda, and Syd.

Insults could be heard no more.

Ignaeus instructed adventurers to wake up the sleepers and then fall back to the door leading into the circular chamber.

Then he walked up to the secret passageway and cast Fire Ball into the chamber before him.

Flames filled the volume of the large room, leaving the elf unscathed.

When everything calmed the party spilled in, weapons drawn.

At the far south side was a charred skeleton. The only thing that survived the Fire Ball was a melted sword inlaid with gems. Next to the charred remains were stone fragments, including a horn and an ear. Adventurers reasoned those must have belonged to the gargoyle.

Tam undid his pants in order to air his manhood. Then he proceeded to urinate on the blackened bones of the enemy.

“Come on, just one more door!”

Kenso pleaded with others as he put his ear against the south-west doors.

“No!”

But no came too late as the doors in front of Kenso swung open. Six confused pig-faced orcs stared at him. Neither side was surprised.

Ignaeus stepped in and slayed three, Beorg skewered one, Tam rushed in, dangling all around. Somehow he managed to miss. Orc, on the other hand, delivered a surgical strike, leaving Tam circumcised. While cleric sobbed other adventurers mopped up the survivors.

“Now, let's get out!”

They reached Ironburg by noon of Redleaves 1st, Airday.

Redleaves 4th, Fireday

Altanian sun still burned bright, as if winter were not just around the corner. Party of eight advanced to Castle Yukanthur.

Jacob Vin replaced Syd Grundy. The latter was badly wounded on recent expedition and must rest for at least two full weeks before adventuring again.

Specter of recent conversation haunted them all, but perhaps Ambros most of all. He was the one whom had commissioned Xaver, a cheerful dwarven junk trader residing in Ironburg, to travel to Hara and procure him a set of plate mail, two bastard swords, and few other pieces of gear.

Xaver was initially late, but did eventually return to Ironburg. He brought disconcerting news—chief among them that mentioning Ambros “opened doors” for him, and that he was able to get everything because of that.

Plate mail that he brought back was the ceremonial type that adventurers recovered more than a year ago from a tomb near Midway. They were the only ones with such armour. And the only remaining suites of it used to be stored in the vault beneath the adventurers' townhouse. Yes, same townhouse that first burned down to the ground, and was then flooded.

What that might mean was anyone's guess.

But that was then, and now was now—with adventurers descending into the ruins once more. Goblin corpses were still ever-present, albeit mostly consumed by carrion gobblers.

Party went straight down, to the first level. Past the warning statue, through the illusory wall, into the room with four doors, down the long corridor and into a large chamber, through two secret doors, past the shooting gnome statue, around the guardian with the morningstar, and down the stairs.

One the second level they turned right, through the doors upon which Arnulf's face was rotting away, then left where Tam left a piece of his skin, then right through doors yet unopened.

A square chamber, some thirty by thirty feet, with little to show for but a three-foot-tall pedestal in the center. Atop the pedestal was a gold statuette of a spider with glittering red gems for eyes.

Inspecting the statue revealed little information, for it had no inscriptions, writing, or symbols. Touching it triggered a horrific metamorphosis. Statuette shook and shivered as it molted and flaked away the gold. Long bristles emerged, and huge spider broke out.

It was promptly hacked by Thorinda, Beorg, Ignaeus, Kenso, and Jacob. The spider crumpled back into a gold statuette.

Adventurers touched it again. The process of metamorphosis repeated. This time Beorg, Thorinda, Tam, Ignaeus, and Ambros smashed it. Once more, the spider remains on top of the pedestal reformed into gold statuette.

“Wanna touch it for the third time?!”

“Maybe later.”

Party decided to proceed through north-west doors. This led them to an irregular corridor and another doors diagonally across. Going through they found yet another large square chamber. This one was completely bereft of anything. Another doors were at the far side, again diagonally across.

Breaking through led into a chamber that was not empty.

Fire crackled in a stone bowl resting in the center of the chamber. Besides it laid an unconscious woman. Above her crouched a monster most foul; beaked and spindly. It held a curved, glowing dagger high above, about to strike at the woman's exposed torso.

Behind it sat a stone statue of a lizard with two large green gems for eyes. Before them three similar beastmen laid prostrate. The chamber reeked of dried pus and vomit.

Adventurers charged in; monsters reciprocated.

Which side will emerge victorious?

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Adventurers

Character	Race	Class	Description
Tarkus the Promising	Human	Cleric level 5	Follower of Bachontoi, God of Red Wisdom.
Beorg the Gravedigger	Human	Fighter level 5	Inspired to adventure after burying several adventurers.
Ambros	Human	Cleric level 6	Follower of Aniu, Lord of Time.
Ignaeus	Elf	Fighter level 4 / magic-user level 5	A slightly weathered looking elf with dull blonde hair and chiseled features. Seeks wealth and knowledge.
Syd Grundy	Human	Ranger level 2	Tall, middle aged and scruffy looking man of the wilderness.
Thorinda Bung	Human	Monk level 2	She has blonde hair done up in a tight pony tail and wears light, loose suit.
Kenso San	Human	Fighter level 3	An arrogant and self-assured sellsword wandering Wilderlands to prove he can best anyone.
Tam o' Shanter	Human	Cleric level 4	A boisterous wine-lover of Losborst on a Great Crusade of the Grape.

Willowind 20th, Spiritday

A murder of crows blocked the sun above Castle Yukanthur, as they crowed and feasted on decomposing corpses littered throughout. Twelve feet tall mounds of goblinoid corpses—smashed, ripped, gutted—emitted horrible stench. Syd made his way around them, observing that castle portcullis have been bent out of shape. The corpses were most definitely of goblins. And they were everywhere.

Party of eight adventurers were back, intent on discovering great riches hiding beneath the castle. Ambros and Ignaeus were relieved to be rejoined by two experienced adventurers, namely Tarkus the Promising and Beorg the Gravedigger. They spotted something was off from quite afar, and bravely sent Syd the Ranger to scout ahead.

Upon hearing that it was naught but corpses, the party approached the dilapidated gatehouse. Cracks in the walls they used to go through were jammed with goblin remains. The only way in was through the bent portcullis.

“Hey, look!”

A trail of corpses and remains led to the cave opening—the one that was blocked by a large boulder. Broken pickaxes and shovels were mixed with goblin limbs, heads, and torsos. A whole in the boulder was filled with more corpses and remains, buzzing with flies and maggots.

“Uh, let's ignore this and go down the stairs.”

And so they did. The party entered the ruins through bent portcullis, and then descended down, past the statue uttering its warning. As they moved they brought Tarkus and Beorg up to speed, telling them about illusory walls, gnomish statues, and what not.

Following their hunch that there must be a shortcut through secret passageway, they investigated the chamber where they rescued the ungrateful hobbit. Indeed, they found secret doors in the south-east corner of the chamber, connecting to the chamber with dark walls, which was adjacent to the gnome statue chamber which shoots at peoples' backs.

But not only peoples', as attested by two goblin corpses with bolts in their backs. Adventurers moved further south, following the long corridor, past the statue with morningstar, and then down the stairs.

The corridor reeked of death. Nothing but dried blood and one ear was left of Idris. Turning right, adventurers approached the Ratmaster's chamber. A horrific sight greeted them—Arnulf's skinned face was pinned to the doors.

Adventurers sighed and turned right.

“I'll open the secret doors. Mind your step!” Ignaeus warned as he pressed on the flagstone. Portion of wall slid open, as did the trapdoor to his left. Party moved into the dark, long corridor.

“Look!”

A sword levitated in the air, surrounded by dozens of gold pieces.

“Attack!”

First exchange went shameful for the party full of experienced warriors. Kenso got slapped by acidic jelly. He retreated to be healed. Ignaeus cut into the cube, slashing it in half. Beorg then moped up the remains.

They were left with ooze covered sword, gold pieces, and a vial of liquid. All were cleaned and packed away. Then the party continued forward, following the long corridor until they reached a bend. Before them were two doors opposite each other, as well as a corridor stretching onwards into darkness.

Party fanned out—some listened at right doors, some at left, others watched guard on both sides. Nothing noteworthy was heard.

Ignaeus forced the left doors open.

A seven-headed hydra roared at him.

No one was surprised.

Ignaeus cast Web. Beorg charged in. Others opted to remain outside.

Great glob of webbing engulfed hydra's lower body. The Gravedigger approached, swinging his halberd. He slashed right through three of the heads. Hydra vanished in a puff of smoke.

“Ha!” Beorg declared victoriously.

Unsure what to make of it, several adventurers came into the chamber to investigate further. It was a sixty by thirty room, illuminated by four smoke-less torches in sconces. Syd, Thorinda, Kenso, and Tam remained outside, watching guard.

Syd gagged as he inhaled an offensive mix of dried vomit and rotten fish guts. The source in the form of six reptilian creatures armed with wicked barbed spears revealed themselves. Both sides clashed.

Adventurers were overcome with horrible stench, many heaving and retching, feeling weakened. Syd was repeatedly brutally stabbed. He succumbed to the assault. Monsters hooked him and pulled him.

Ignaeus cast Sleep, downing all six monstrosities, as well as Thorinda and Kenso. Beasts were promptly executed. Ambros healed Syd, but the ranger will forever carry the scar of feeling abandoned by more experienced and better armoured allies.

Everyone moved to the chamber formerly inhabited by the seven-headed hydra. Searching walls did not produce anything of interest. Forcing the west doors only led to another doors. Second doors led to a circular chamber with high domed ceiling. The chamber was thirty feet in diameter. There was an open flame, much like a large campfire, burning in the center. It was levitating a feet or so above the ground. Pure flame.

This chamber, my dear reader, perplexed the adventurers for the time it takes three torches to burn through.

From outside, the chamber had four doors, one at each cardinal direction. From inside, there was only one door—open door they came through. But once that doors were closed, another appeared, opposite of the entrance.

These new doors would avoid anyone whom tried to open them—they would slide to the side and up, way out of reach. When looking through the flame one could see all four doors.

Adventurers caressed all the walls, left no stone unturned (there we no stones in the chamber). They tried bathing in the fire, dancing in circle around the fire, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. Kenso kept yelling “I DISBELIEVE!!! NONE OF THIS IS REAL!!!” his voice echoing. Alas, the doors remained elusive.

Finally, Ignaeus walked to the side they came through. He looked through the flame, his eyes locked on the opposite doors. Then he went through the fire, walked up to the doors confidently, and opened them.

Adventurers now faced yet another dark, long corridor.

Will they keep playing with the flame or move on?

“Never Mind the Troglodytes Here's Thorinda” by Lord Jubalon Flux.

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A zine chronicling the Conquering the Barbarian Altanis D&D campaign.

This issue details sessions 103, 104, and 105.

Fresh adventurers go on three different side adventures.

You can download the issue here.

Overlord's Annals zine is available as part of the Ever & Anon APA, issue 10:

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Character	Race	Class	Description
Arnulf Hetzer	Human	Thief level 1	A highly ambitious young man, aiming for great riches, awesome adventure, and not get broiled.
Ambros	Human	Cleric level 6	Follower of Aniu, Lord of Time.
Ignaeus	Elf	Fighter level 4 / magic-user level 5	A slightly weathered looking elf with dull blonde hair and chiseled features. Seeks wealth and knowledge.
Syd Grundy	Human	Ranger level 2	Tall, middle aged and scruffy looking man of the wilderness.
Thorinda Bung	Human	Monk level 2	She has blonde hair done up in a tight pony tail and wears light, loose suit.
Kenso San	Human	Fighter level 3	An arrogant and self-assured sellsword wandering Wilderlands to prove he can best anyone.
Tam o' Shanter	Human	Cleric level 4	A boisterous wine-lover of Losborst on a Great Crusade of the Grape.
Idris	Elf	Fighter level 1 / magic-user level 1	An elf wielding a greatsword.

Willowind 3rd, Earthday

Tam fondled his grapes as he called upon Losborst to turn the skeleton cheerfully approaching him. Idris rushed toward the undead, wielding his greatsword. Awed by such display of power, the skeleton jumped, as if spooked, and ran as fast as it could into the darkness.

At the same time Ignaeus and Thorinda choked the doors leading into chamber with thirty-six rotten zombies. Ambros's holy voice thundered, and soon all the zombies crawled away, seeking respite from such awesome divinity.

Elf and monk each managed to kill naught but one zombie. Then the party shut the doors.

“Somebody else can deal with THIS problem.”

The party returned to the grinning gnome statue chamber. This time they went for south doors, following another long corridor. They reached a T-junction splitting left and forward. Doors to the left led into web-ridden chamber. Tam managed to stumble through and straight into thick webs.

“Help...”

Ignaeus, Arnulf, and Kenso stepped in to help. Thief quickly abandoned poor Tam, opting to focus on various silver and gold pieces strewn around. Returning to the corridor, adventurers turned left, and faced a statue of a warrior holding morningstar high above its head.

Ignaeus led the way, for he recognised the statue. Tam stumbled right next to him, careless and carefree. Statue guarded the staircase leading further down. Stepping on the first step produced an audible clang as statue shook. Nothing ill happened. Adventurers descended.

After some time they reached a landing adjoined to a corridor. To their left the corridor turned left again. To the right the corridor stretched some fifty feet, turning right. There were also doors straight ahead.

Exploring the right turn led to another door and a left turn leading to dead end. Elves sensed something might be there. Arnulf and Idris went to investigate the dead end. Ignaeus explored the space just before the dead end. Others listened at doors.

“Ah, here it is.”

Ignaeus found a flagstone that stuck out. He pressed it, opening sliding secret doors in front of him. Alas, same flagstone also opened the pit trap underneath Arnulf and Idris. The duo fell down and got proper messed up. Idris broke his tailbone, while Arnulf shattered his ego. Doors in front of Tam swung open—and four ravenous ghouls assaulted him.

No dead are much of a threat in presence of Ambros. When he gets to act in time that is. He turned three of four, leaving one to face Ignaeus and Tam. The duo managed to dispose of it, but not before Tam went paralytic.

Idris massaged himself. Then he moved to jumping jacks. Arnulf rummaged through his backpack, red in cheeks. He recovered the rope and then threw it up to Ambros. He missed. Twice. During that time Ambros was passed the rope from another adventurers and lowered it down. Idris used the opportunity to climb up. Arnulf threw the rope again. It did reach above.

“See. I could have done it.”

“AAAAAAAAAA!”

Thorinda screamed as two more ghouls charged from the darkness, from whence they earlier had arrived from. Ambros turned them, sending them back to darkness.

Adventurers consolidated in the corridor. Both Arnulf and Idris have been pulled up. Tam was still stiff on the ground. Secret doors led down a corridor. Ghoul chamber was a dead end without any treasure. But there were just one more doors to be checked.

Forcing them open led into an elongated rectangular chamber. As few adventures stepped in, Ambros heard two “woosh” and then “thwack” sounds just above him. Two broken arrows fell to the ground just behind him.

The party flooded the chamber, fanning out. There was no one to be seen. They spread out to seek secret doors and passageways, for elves' senses were tingling. Alas, nothing was found. Ignaeus did hear something that could best be described as footsteps.

“Hiya!”

Kenso started jumping right and left, swinging his sword into nothing.

“Let's spread out and swing left and right!”

The plan to find the invisible assailant was put in place.

And then Arnulf heard the sound of stone sliding over stone. And then a horde of giant rats flooded the chamber. There were dozens of them. Dozens of dog-sized, disease-ridden, starved rodents.

Kenso and Arnulf were closest to the source. Each soon had a dozen of giant rats badgering them. Idris legged it, fleeing the chamber. Then he felt bad for the paralysed Tam that was eaten alive so he went back in and dragged him out.

Kenso dropped his blade due to surprise. He stomped on rats right and left, but recognised the untenability of his position. He fled, shedding last shards of honour that might have been attached to him.

“Mess with the Ratmaster” a hoarse whisper followed him “and get ratted!”

Ignaeus, Ambros, Syd, and Thorinda retreated from the chamber as well. Arnulf, having recently suffered a great physical trauma, miraculously dodged many rats. He too fled. Then he felt sharp pain in his back. His legs gave in, and he felt to the ground face first. He blacked out for a moment

Arrow in his back must have severed some of the nerves, for his body did not obey his mind anymore. He could feel burning, sharp pain, as dozens of giant rats feasted upon his exposed flesh. He watched his allies shut the doors, leaving him in darkness, to be consumed alive.

Arnulf Protects by Jan.

“AAAAAAAAAA!”

Thorinda screamed again as the ghoulish duo returned. Both assaulted Idris, whom managed to dodge and parry the attacks. Ignaeus decapitated one of the ghouls with a single swing. The remaining ghoul was turned. In an act of surprising heroism, Idris went around and blocked the undead's path. He attacked with his greatsword. Alas, the pain from his broken tailbone was too distracting, and he failed to do any damage.

Ghoul reciprocated by jumping at the elf, tearing off both of his ears with its sharp claws. Then it proceeded to jam its rotten, bulbous, festering thumbs into Idris's eyes. The elf fell down on his back as the ghouls gored his eyes. Then it smashed his head upon the stone floor. And then it fled into darkness.

“Pick up Tam and get out of here!”

Ambros led the retreat out of Castle Yukanthur. He led the party into a dead end chamber, where they were attacked by three giant rats. Syd took over and successful led the party outside. Then they found a safe spot an hour or so away from the ruin and camped there.

During night they spotted a goblin warband counting hundreds advancing toward the castle.

“I am convinced they are having raves down there.”

“We should have killed those gnomes when we had the chance.”

The party reached Ironburg by noon of Willowind 4th.

Will they ever recover the many riches resting within the Castle Yukanthur?

'Rapping' Syd presents Leave and Let Die by Lord Jubalon Flux.

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Adventures Dark and Deep by Joe Bloch of BRW games is an alternative AD&D second edition, imagining how might AD&D evolve if Gary Gygax remained at the helm of TSR.

Joe is a great scholar of AD&D and it shows. Adventures Dark and Deep consists of two thick core books (rulebook and bestiary), but now there is also Adventures Dark and Deep Lite which is a single tome to get people started with the system. PDF is available as PWYW, while PODs are at cost.

System aside, I am a great fan of Joe's supplemental books, which are easy to use with OD&D and AD&D:

• Book of Lost Lore
• Book of Lost Beasts
• Book of Lost Tables
• Swords of Cthulhu
• Swords of Wuxia

Book of Lost Tables sees a lot of use with its 348 random tables for generating random wilderness terrain, random wilderness encounters, random dungeon terrain, random dungeon encounters, random urban terrain, random urban encounters, character parties, and more.

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Adventurers

Character	Race	Class	Description
Arnulf Hetzer	Human	Thief level 1	A highly ambitious young man, aiming for great riches, awesome adventure, and not get broiled.
Ambros	Human	Cleric level 6	Follower of Aniu, Lord of Time.
Ignaeus	Elf	Fighter level 4 / magic-user level 5	A slightly weathered looking elf with dull blonde hair and chiseled features. Seeks wealth and knowledge.
Syd Grundy	Human	Ranger level 1	Tall, middle aged and scruffy looking man of the wilderness.
Thorinda Bung	Human	Monk level 1	She has blonde hair done up in a tight pony tail and wears light, loose suit.
Kenso San	Human	Fighter level 3	An arrogant and self-assured sellsword wandering Wilderlands to prove he can best anyone.
Tam o' Shanter	Human	Cleric level 3	A boisterous wine-lover of Losborst on a Great Crusade of the Grape.
Percy	Human	Fighter level 1	A career soldier dishonorably discharged due to his charismatic ways.
Idris	Elf	Fighter level 1 / magic-user level 1	An elf wielding a greatsword.

Blackmoon 20th, Spiritday

Ambros, Tam, and Ignaeus stood at the junction, soaked wet from recently tumbling down a pit trap into an underground river. To their right five zombies shambled towards them, and from their left a pack of ravenous ghouls were charging.

Ambros held his Gavel of Justice and thundered the holy words. Four zombies turned to dust. Ignaeus counter-charged the ghouls, preventing their advance. He fought on the defensive, well aware of his natural immunity.

Once the elf moved on the offensive he had slain two ghouls with great ease. Remaining two fled in the awesome divinity of Ambros, after he had destroyed the last zombie.

The soaked trio opted for a simple strategy—follow corridors, ignore doors. They walked left, passing doors, and then at the T-shaped junction they turned right, straight, left, ignored doors to the left and turned right again, past the doors to their left and turn right again. They followed the corridor until they reached another t-junction, where they turned left, straight past another junction, and into a square chamber. They cut it straight across, exited and turned left, then right, and then stopped at another junction.

To their right were stairs leading up!

⁂

Percy gingerly stepped forward through the doors that have opened for him. The corridor went left and right. He chose the former. He advanced carefully, ready for violence at any moment. He passed a T-junction, ignored the doors ahead of him, and turned right. Past another junction, straight ahead, towards stuck doors.

Forcing them open revealed a square chamber, some thirty by thirty feet, full of debris. Three of the walls were lined by crooked and bowed shelves. Inspecting the chamber did not reveal much beyond the following curiosities.

There was a chipped teacup resting on the shelf along the wall opposite where Percy came from; there were tattered spiderwebs to his left, with desiccated remains of humanoid shape; potter shards and fragments were scattered in one corner of the room; and there was a deformed brass candlestick, without candles, on the middle of one of the shelves.

Percy abandoned the chamber and backtracked to the first T-shaped junction he had passed. He turned right and followed a long corridor until he reached bloated doors. Oh how they stank! It was a mix of dried vomit, decaying flesh, and festering filth—truly eye watering..

Veteran decided to fall back to the cavern with the underground river. He swam across and rummaged through his backpack.

⁂

“Quickly, rope!”

Arnulf instructed Kenso, Thorinda, and Syd how to tie all the rope thy have so he can safely descend down the well. It took them some time, but they soon had a single piece of one hundred and fifty feet of knotted rope.

Thick Thorinda and Scrawny Syd held the rope while Keen Kenso stood guard and Agile Arnulf descended.

Alas!

The rope was still too short to reach the bottom! In fact, it was barely enough to reach slightly above the opening that Arnulf crawled through before—the one where the pit trap leads to—so thief tugged on the rope.

As he was draw up he heard whistling sound from below. Initially it was barely audible. It became stronger and stronger with each second, reverberated by the well acoustics.

“There is someone down, must be one of ours!”

“We must go back into the dungeon! Down the pit trap and then reach them!”

“But we are so weak, and so pathetic! We are the weakest adventurers in the party!”

All four agreed and ran back into Castle Yukanthur.

⁂

Percy's cheeks puffed and puffed, turning rose red.

He blew on the whistle intermittently.

First it was just long lines.

Then it was melodies he learned.

Then it was sad blows.

Then he stopped.

The stench was back.

Percy put away the whistle.

He took out his sword.

Being a left handed, he held torch in his right.

He advanced down the tunnel stench was coming from.

His stomach churned.

He entered the cave.

Three reptilian creatures were hunched over a river, stabbing at it with their barbed spears.

The stench was unbearable.

Percy heaved audibly.

He tightened his grip and charged the monsters.

They were not surprised.

Veteran parried their attacks.

But he could not see well.

His attacks did not connect.

One of the wicked spears got past his defenses.

It sunk deep.

It stung as the beast pulled it out, ripping chunks of flesh.

Percy jumped headfirst into the river.

Beastmen jumped after him.

He swum in pitch black.

He swum along the stream.

Then he felt hitting something hard.

And then all was black.

⁂

“Oh no!”

Arnulf, Syd, Thorinda, and Kenso reached the corridor where the pit trap was. Or at least they thought so, for now there was nothing but solid floor.

Arnulf tapped.

Arnulf jumped.

Arnulf tried.

But the floor was solid, and it did not give in.

⁂

Ignaeus led the ascent, with Ambros and Tam right behind him.

At the top of the stairs they could see a statue of warrior, very similar to the one at the entrance of the dungeon. Except this one held a wicked morning star above its head.

Elf slowly approached it, hugging the right wall. As he stepped on the last stair, the statues released an audible clang and its arms rotated downwards—but were immediately stopped as if the arms were stuck.

The trio quickly moved past it and advanced down the long, long corridor. They ignored one doors, and moved until they reached the end of the corridor, where another stuck doors greeted them.

Forcing them inward they entered a thirty by thirty chamber. There were two more doors in the chamber, one to their left, and one straight ahead. A grinning gnome statue was in the center of the chamber, holding a crossbow. The statue rested on a plinth.

Two adventurers rotated the gnome towards the wall, while another pulled on the left doors. The statue promptly turned around and shot at the adventurer pulling on the doors.

The doors led into a corridor turning left and then right. They ignored this corridor and opened other doors. Gnome turned again, released an audible click, but fired nothing since his crossbow was not loaded.

This doors led to a corridor heading straight and T-junction splitting left. The trio turned left and went on until they reached another doors. Forcing them open revealed a rectangular chamber with an elf wielding a greatsword.

After exchanging brief pleasantries, the trio grew into quartet. They exited the chamber into yet another long, winding corridor. They turned right, straight, left, straight, right, then few steps forward and then left again, until the reached a junction. There they turned right and walked straight for quite some time, passing doors, then turned left, right, left, right, and then straight until stuck doors.

They forced them open and entered a square chamber with many doors—four in total. They crossed the chamber diagonally across, where they entered serpentine corridor leading to hacked doors which opened up in a chamber with slain warrior, mage whose skeleton got free, a sack of plundered books, and two work benches.

“How did we end up HERE?!”

Tam cried in exasperation.

Knowing where they are, the quartet was able to head out.

⁂

“It's been a while...”

“We should head out before something nasty comes our way...”

Arnulf was still hopping on the pit trap.

Perhaps he was too light.

Perhaps he was not committed enough.

Perhaps the odds were not in his favour.

But he had no choice but to agree with his allies.

Adventuring life is not for everyone. And it is certainly not without peril.

Syd, Thorinda, Kenso, and Arnulf abandoned their efforts and exited the dungeon of Yukanthur.

They were delighted to find wet, but alive, Ambros, Tam, and Ignaeus. And were happy to meet the new elf, Idris, as well.

It was evening, with few hours before nightfall. The party found a safe spot an hour or so away from the castle ruins. Then they camped for the night. Around midnight Idris spotted seven gnomes whistling and singing as they marched in the direction of Castle Yukanthur. Judging they were of no threat, nor aware of the adventurers, he did not wake others up.

The party reached Ironburg by noon of Willowind 1st.

Willowind 3rd, Earthday

Adventurers returned to Castle Yukanthur once more. Its allure was too strong to ignore. They headed straight down, past the statue uttering its warning for the hundredth time.

They marched on and into the many doored chamber. From there they followed doors south-east, successfully identifying corridors that Ambros, Ignaeus, Tam, and Idris had traversed just days ago.

They managed to find the rectangular chamber where they met the elf with the big sword, they explored a chamber with nothing but black walls, and they had fun with the gnome chamber.

Adventurers pushed through west doors, and followed a long, winding corridor. “Just one more door.”

Thorinda and Ignaeus forced them open. Heavy stench of death and rot assailed them. A horde of lumbering corpses animated at their horror.

At the same time, Tam in the corridor observed a single, jaunty skeleton approaching from total darkness. It had a confident, if a little careless, gait.

Adventurers gripped their weapons.

“Thorinda’s View by Ironburg’s finest artist, Andrija Warhol” by Lord Jubalon Flux.

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A zine chronicling the Conquering the Barbarian Altanis D&D campaign.

This issue details sessions 99, 100, 101, and 102.

Adventurers hunt the glowing hunters. Then they revisit an old favourite, which goes as every time before that.

You can download the issue here.

Overlord's Annals zine is available as part of the Ever & Anon APA, issue 9:

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