The end of normal

I imagine this food truck being run by kobolds, who fish in the sewers for produce.

Late night smut and screen tones for a bit of fun.

I want to write a d&d campaign about competing food trucks within a fantasy city. The adventurers would quest for rare monster flesh to sell. They’d deal with other food truck crews and plots involving the loss of permits and picky clientele who want pickled beholder eyes….

Here’s my old shadowrun character who’s about to hit the streets again.

Here is Pepper Hawkes ace reporter/rogue.

Here’s the dwarven Brigadier Alban Duff of the Royal Scots.

Well with a bank holiday coming up I decided to run a one shot game or some friends. I going to run dungeon world but hack it to into a 1920′s Europe in which magic and magical races have returned to the world shortly after the great war. Think a noir take on shadowrun. 

The plan is to write an adventure set on a train journey from Paris to Istanbul filled with hi-jinx, mystery and secret agendas.

The party will be pre-gen’d and everyone will be given secret objectives to try and complete during the session.

This is Miss Giselle LeClerc a warlock bound to an infernal master, a contract entered into in order to keep her decadent post war lifestyle going but now the bill has arrived and she finds the only way to pay it is to procure the one thing her owner wants in the whole of of europe… 

Here is my attempt at drawing a Head Mistress for Uagadou the african school for witchcraft and wizardry. I wish I had time to colour it at the moment as one o the amazing things about that school would be the colour palette. 

I also drew this cause I was dreaming about an idea I had yesterday on twitter…

What if @jk_rowling was to hand pick unknown authors from the country of each new wizarding school to write a new series for each one.

Her guidance and their cultural knowledge. Published first in a native language. Then a week later in English for the rest of the world.

I so want this! Don’t you?

Here’s Drynin the bard and charlatan from the monday night game that I run. A true con artist, now on the run…

His recent long con (pretending to be nobility and marrying into an important drow house) went belly up as his co-conspiritors hung this newly-wed out to dry and he ended up being sold into slavery.

Spoilers ahead for Out of the Abyss:

More recently he had been forming a friendship with a dark gnome called Topsy (a member of the group he has escaped captivity with) and consoling her over the death of her brother Turvey. She asked him the favour of watching out while she went out alone at night. Unfortunately the rest of the group were started by noises coming out of the dark and went in search of her once they realised she was missing. 

They discovered a rat monster and fearing for topsy killed it, with Drynin delivering the final blow with vicious mockery… and with those terrible words hanging in the air, the corpse began to shift back into the crumpled form of his friend Topsy…..