First thing, blow Christina Stiles mind with want I want to do on this Kickstarter. I hope she is a Warren Ellis fan, because that is the starting point. Now I have to make a call...
Sunday, May 19, 2013
The night the line was crossed...
First thing, blow Christina Stiles mind with want I want to do on this Kickstarter. I hope she is a Warren Ellis fan, because that is the starting point. Now I have to make a call...
Thursday, May 16, 2013
More cool ideas for Empire of Tears Pathfiner Kickstarter…
So I am thinking about rewards for our upcoming Empire of
Tears Kickstarter, and I know I want to do some add-on 8-page or even 16 page
sidetrek adventures where you get to expand what we are planning. I think we
could do about 4 to 6 of them that would tie into the adventure saga itself and
introduce more cool stuff to this setting.
Think of them as DLC (Downloadable Content) for video game series like Call of Duty: Modern
Warfare or Dragon Age. Plus it give me
an opportunity to add so really cool ideas I have been kicking around like the
Min Tarac Sal (AKA Chaotic thoughts made flesh/real) and the Gatherers
(inspired from Mass Effect’s Collector soldiers). Unique monster types that you
would not normally see in a fantasy setting.
Just some more thoughts that Christina Stiles is going to have to help
develop with this kickstarter.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
NeoExodus Legendary Tales: The Shield of Ignorance - Chapter One written by Joshua Cole, edited by Joshua Yearsley
NeoExodus - The Shield of Ignorance: Chapter 1
“Who
passed away?” Riss Al’adon asked. She didn’t pay the black sash tied around her
colleague Paray’s waist another glance.
Her
attention remained on the circular obsidian tablet on her desk. Markings had
been engraved in it, presumably the usual cosmological stuff the ancients
ascribed so much significance to. If so, where were the familiar celestial
bodies?
Riss
had brought rubbings of the tablet to scholars all over the floating city of
Anidem. She’d seen more of the sky, above and below, than she had in years. As
a member of the Sihr caste, Riss expected answers when she asked questions. Her
power came from knowledge, and all the Dominion bent to give it to her.
To
no avail. No one in Anidem knew more about the tablet than Riss.
She
supposed she shouldn't be surprised. She thought herself the city's
second-greatest authority in arcane archeology, and if she could consult with
the greatest she would not have been so desperate to puzzle out the tablet.
Gradually,
she realized that Paray remained standing opposite her desk. Riss looked above
her colleague’s white robes, gold equipage and—of course—that damnable black
mourning sash, up and up, for Paray was a tall woman, coltish still at
twenty-five but coming into the elegance that was her birthright. In that
respect she was a better representative of their Sihr caste than Riss, who,
shorter and darker, could have passed for a commoner. Paray’s upper lip poked
above her high collar, looking darker than its natural brown as it contrasted
the white silk. Her expression looked darker still.
Riss
raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You
know the answer to that question.” Paray had hidden the rawness around her eyes
with subtle cosmetics, but she couldn’t hide it in her voice.
“Oh.”
Riss rubbed the back of her neck. “You’ve given up as well.”
“It
has been eight weeks without word.”
“Until
the day we invent a written calendar, you will always have your place.” Riss
supposed Paray flinched at that, and rightly so, but Riss’s gaze had returned
to the tablet. Riss took a deep breath and exhaled her tension. “Speaking of
which, does this look like a record of time to you?”
“Riss,
you have to stop.” Paray reached across the desk to touch the sleeve of Riss’s
robe.
Riss
opened her mouth to snap at her.
Stopped.
Always
careful about touching, was Paray. Always conscious of formality, propriety.
Born to the Sihr caste but without a dram of magical talent, she clung
desperately to the forms of the function she could not perform. Her garb, her
diction, and her movements were always impeccable. Above all, she did not
touch. Even though that taboo came from the spells most Sihr could discharge
with their hands, or perhaps especially because it did, Paray obeyed it
stringently. The brush of her fingers on Riss’s arm was like an embrace, or
perhaps a grapple, from someone else.
“She’s
my mentor.” Riss’s voice softened. Gently, she touched Paray’s hand and waited
for her to remove it. “And your mother.”
Paray
did not remove her hand. She squeezed. “That is why I believe Mother is gone.
She would have sent word if she could.”
Her
mother, Hadassi Al’meram, was the head of their department. She had taught Riss
everything she knew, and Paray everything she was capable of learning. If there
was a finer scholar in the Dominion, Riss did not know her.
Eight
weeks ago Hadassi led an expedition into the Wildlands of Bal, seeking a city
claimed by the jungle. Those she left behind had heard nothing since.
Riss
refused to trade her red Sihr sash for mourning black. In the face of death,
all the Dominion’s castes were equally attired—but they were not equally
equipped to avoid it. Riss didn’t believe Hadassi would die in a place like
that.
Until
today, Paray had agreed.
“Even
if Hadassi is dead,” Riss said, “there is still hope if her body can be
recovered. She had a strong spirit.” Priests of the Sanguine Covenant could
sometimes reverse death, given an intact body, a powerful soul, and a generous
donation.
Paray
looked down. “They have searched for her. They cannot even find the ruin she
was looking for.”
“The
Reis Confederacy has no reason to find a Dominion mage. I have little faith in
their motivation and less in their skill.” Riss lifted her colleague’s chin and
summoned a grin more confident than she felt. “I have skill and reason both.”
The tips of Paray’s mouth quirked above her robe’s high collar, but she forced
the smile from her face. “You speak of reason. These past weeks, when hope and
reason could coexist, you gave me the former. But neither persists beyond life,
and I would not have yours end, too.”
“You
think I have taken leave of my reason?” Riss jerked her hand away.
The
trace of a smile vanished from Paray's face. “I think you are not allowing it
to rule you.”
“Scholar
Tehya would agree.”
Kynon
Tehya, a prymidian, was the only other remaining member of their department. He
had eyes on Hadassi’s seat, but no grasp. It would go to Riss when it was
confirmed vacated. Paray had the blood and the knowledge; Kynon, the knowledge
and the power; but in Riss were mixed all three, and more of all of them.
Of
course, it would not be vacated any time soon.
Paray’s
hands fidgeted. “Kynon has little to say to me.”
“Little
is not nothing.”
“This
is not a departmental fight! I have lost my mother. I don’t want to lose you,
too. Is that so much?”
“If
I were missing, and there were any chance I could be found, or even that what I
was looking for could be found, would she even think to do ought but come after
me?”
“No.”
“Then
neither can I.”
“It
would be Mother’s responsibility as your instructor. It is not your
responsibility as her student.”
“It’s
my responsibility as her friend.” Riss held her hand out to Paray. “And yours.”
Paray
took neither the hand nor the words. “Instead of asking what she would do, have you considered what she would want?”
“Of
course I have.” Riss touched the obsidian tablet. “The find this led her to was
important enough for her to risk her life for.”
“But
not ours,” Paray said. Hadassi had refused to let her senior students accompany
her to Bal. “Even if my fear won’t sway you, maybe this will:
“The
department needs you, Riss. Now more than ever. I am a theorist, but I do not
have the gift. Kynon has the gift, but his grasp of theory is unsound. With
Mother missing you are the only one of us who has both.”
“All
the more reason for me to bring Hadassi back,” Riss said.
Paray
massaged the bridge of her nose. “Will you at least admit that you do not have
to do this?”
“Yes.”
Paray
blinked in surprise.
“You’re
right,” Riss said. “This is not something I must do.” Riss’s equipage jangled
as she drew herself up to her full height, less impressive than Paray’s but
still the stature of a Sihr. “It’s something I choose to do. As Hadassi’s
student, as her friend, as yours, as a member of this department. And above
all, because I am the only one who can.”
“Riss...”
Paray’s hands dropped to her heart. A little smile crept onto her face. “Please
be careful.”
Riss
tapped one of the wands at her belt. “When am I not?”
***
As
a girl, Riss had played in Anidem’s hanging gardens, climbing over open air
where none of the other children dared. More than once she’d dangled from a
vine thinner than her fingers while Paray wailed for her to climb back up. Riss
had never listened. She lost her taste for such games as she grew, not because
her dignity as a Sihr demanded it, but because she learned to fly and they
ceased to be dangerous.
Striding
through the gardens now, she couldn’t help but remember. It made her smile. She
knew it shouldn’t.
Riss
had never fallen.
Paray
had been wrong.
Fear is the only thing I have to shy from, she told herself as she came to a stop under a tree—one
that could never have grown naturally in Anidem’s hot, thin, dry air. Watered
and shaped by clever gardening, sorcery, or both, it formed a living gazebo
over the platform where Kynon Tehya waited for her.
He
stood by the railing, his big crimson hands clasped behind his back. He wore
traditional prymidian robes, complete with uncovered head and a ponytail of
coarse black hair hung down his back. His attire was faintly scandalous in the
Dominion, where the sun and tradition alike demanded full wrappings, but that
was the least of the reasons Riss disliked him.
“Scholar
Al’adon.” He didn’t turn to address her.
Riss
inclined her head, determined to show politeness for once, if only to show up
her rival. “Scholar Tehya.”
“You
have come to request funding for an expedition to the Wildlands of Bal,” Kynon
said.
“You’re
well informed.”
“You’re
predictable.”
“I
should say rather determined,” Riss said. She joined Kynon at the railing. A
thousand feet below, dunes gleamed in the desert sun. “Have you reconsidered?”
“I
have not.” Kynon glanced at her. Apart from his crimson skin he might have
passed for a large human, but his features were subtly off—oversharp bones
beneath rubbery flesh.
“Then
we are at an impasse,” Riss said.
“Are
we?” He chuckled. “It seems to me that you have nothing I want. Only you are at an impasse, Scholar Al’adon.”
“Do
you want me to go to the Seven Scholars with my plea? I could have your hands
pried off the department’s purse strings. They might just decide to take a hand
as well, if they were to conclude you had misused the contents of the purse.”
“Scholar
Al’meram left me charge of our finances,” Kynon snapped. He mean Hadassi, of
course, not Paray. “You know that.”This fact was a more important reason Riss
disliked Kynon. “Is that why you don’t want her found?”
“I
told her not go, just as I tell you.”
Riss
expelled her anger with her breath. She needed this man’s aid. Even if she won
an appeal to the Seven Scholars who controlled Anidem’s university, it would
take months. Hadassi might not have months.“What is it about this expedition
that frightens you so much?” Riss said.
“The
disappearance without a trace of the head of our department is not reason
enough?”
“No,”
Riss said, “because you warned Hadassi off as well.”
Kynon
clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Riss
leaned sideways over the railing so she could meet his eyes, dark and deepset.
“If you know something, tell me.”
“Know?”
He tugged at his beard. “That tablet you’ve had your hands on these months,
have you seen its like before?”
“No.
Neither had Hadassi.”
“Mm.
And did you note the depth and angle of the incisions?”
“Deep,”
Riss said. “Angular, cut almost straight into the stone.”
“Yes...”
Kynon straightened up and beckoned Riss follow. “There’s something you must
see.”
It
rankled to obey him, but she needed to know.
She
followed him through the gardens, under the boughs of magically shaped trees
and archways decorated with looping designs in gold and lapis, and finally the
wide blue dome of his study. He strode to one of the glass cases within and
spread his hands on it.
Riss
peered around his broad frame to a block of obsidian. It was about the same
size as the tablet on her desk. Instead of having an elaborate pattern flecked
with the remains of gold inlay, this one was unmarked but for roughly chipped
fissures. “Tell me, have you ever tried sculpture?” Kynon said.
“My
work and my hobbies are one.”
“Some
would say that is unhealthy.”
“Some
would say you should get to your point,” Riss said, “but allow me to preempt
you. You weren’t able to duplicate the carvings.”
“The
most expensive sculptor in Anidem was not able to duplicate the carvings,”
Kynon said. “He said it was within the realm of natural craft, if the craftsman
were very strong, very skilled, and very lucky.
Absent any of those, obsidian will chip. What’s more, the angle of the incision
used, though possible, was uncomfortable for a human wrist.”
“It
was carved with magic?”
“Or
by inhuman hands.”
Riss
waved at Kynon’s, overlarge for his frame and covered with crimson skin.
The
prymidian drew them into his sleeves. “If my people dwelt in Bal two thousand
years ago, it would be news to me.”
“Why
two thousand years?”
“The
humans of Bal do not carve that way,” Kynon said. “The enuka do not carve at
all.”
“You
believe this is a relic of the First Ones.”
“I
believe,” Kynon said, “there are some things better left undiscovered.
Ignorance can be a shield.”
Riss
hesitated. Prymidians valued knowledge no less than the Sihr of the Dominion.
Kynon had not come by his position or the respect of his peers—prymidian and
human alike—by embracing ignorance. She knew he wouldn’t say so lightly.
Yet...
Riss
set her jaw. “It is not a shield I intend to hide behind.”
Kynon
sighed. “You are young. Too young yet to have tasted failure.”
“Do
not patronize me, Scholar Tehya,” Riss said. “I am old enough to know there is
no wisdom in ignorance. If I am wrong, on my head be it.”
“There
are worse things to lose than a head.”
“Including
self-respect—which I would sacrifice if I did not try.”
“Then
try, Scholar Al’adon,” Kynon said. “I can’t stop you.”
She
raised an eyebrow. “You agree to the expedition?”
Kynon
shook his head. “No. You’ll drag no more students to their deaths, nor even
servants. If you go to Bal, you go alone.”
Riss
took a long, deep breath of Anidem air. The atmosphere was thin so high above
the ground, but it was rich with the scent of sand and spices and sweat. Men
and beasts and stranger things flowed around her, giving her just enough
distance to keep with propriety without impeding their progress. Silk awnings
broke up the sun shining on her face. Wind whistled up through elaborate grates
in the ground, showing the wide-open skies below. Merchants and mummers called to her—her
motionlessness an invitation. It was not an invitation to the thieves, though;
none were bold enough to approach a member of the Sihr caste. Ahead shone the
silver of the Nexus Gateway to Awenasa, capital of the Reis Confederacy. Hints
of jungle air from a thousand miles away teased her nose.
Riss
closed her eyes and smiled.
She
missed her city already, and she hadn’t even left yet.
She
would soon, though.
“Alone.”
She laughed. She ought to thank Kynon. Riss never liked being responsible for
anyone but herself.
Paray
might have said Riss never liked being responsible at all.
She
laughed again.
She
opened her eyes and swept one more gaze over the grand bazaar of Anidem, then
another over her equipage. One gold chain from it could have bought her half
the bazaar, but when she planned to go into danger, she would not have sold it
for the world. With defensive spells woven into every piece of her equipage, no
thief would dare chance her pocket.
Riss
almost pitied anything that made itself her enemy.
Hadassi’s defenses were stronger still.
Her
laughter died. She rubbed her temple. As true as that reminder might be,
something about it felt wrong. Alien.
Had
Kynon planted a magical suggestion in her head? Riss chanted a spell against
enchantment just in case, but her doubts remained.
Perhaps
they were her own, and she just wasn’t used to having them.
They
would not stop her.
She
swept forward into the Nexus Gateway.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
[LPJ Design] Adventure Path Iconics: Path of the Wicked (PFRPG) Now available
Louis Porter Jr. Design has released its newest product line, Adventure Path Iconics for Fire Mountain’s Way of the Wicked adventure path and the NeoExodus: A House Divided (PFRPG) campaign setting at RPGNow.com and DriveThruRPG.com. Here is information on this product:
Fire Mountain Games has blazed a trail to the dark side with the first adventure path for evil characters for the Pathfinder RPG. They have taken what many GMs consider to be the bane of their existence—an entire party of evil player characters—and turned it into a critically acclaimed and highly popular series of adventures. What you have before you is a product designed to get you into the game quickly by providing eight pregenerated characters designed specifically to be run in an Evil Adventure Path. Each character is built using a 25 point buy, as recommended by the writers of the AP. There are four human PCs. Their stat blocks are accompanied by detailed backgrounds and reasons enough for these dark souls to go forth and wreak havoc through the land, including the details of how they came to be incarcerated in the Prison of the Branded, where the adventure begins.
The iconic consist of four human characters and four unique races from the NeoExodus: A House Divided campaign setting such as:
- Cavian: Creatures of myth, whispered in legend, lost in the mists of history – and now returned for reasons unknown to any but themselves. Such are the cavians, a race of humanoid rodents noted for their incredible psionic abilities.
- Kalisan: Calibans are pale-white humanoid creatures native to the north of Exodus. Over time, many calibans have migrated to other parts and are now found in almost every parts of Exodus. Calibans have a well-deserved reputation for cannibalism and savagery. Kalisans are the most civilized of their race and are indistinguishable physically from their feral caliban cousins, although calibans can distinguish one another. Calibans tend to be much more feral and are less suited to be player characters. However the Kalisans are well-adapted.
- P’Tan: In ancient times, the First Ones enslaved all of Exodus; their plans were served well by countless thousands of unwilling servants. Once their slaves rose up and overthrew them, however, the First Ones were cast into the depths - bereft not only of their power, but also of the vast majority of the very slaves who brought them low.
- Sasori: Resources wax and wane, weapons and spells become obsolete, the master craftsman of one era is displaced by the industry of the next, and even land becomes worthless with the shifting ages. But information, say the sasori, is the one commodity that is always in demand. These scorpion-like creatures are brokers of information, by turns the greatest secret-keepers and the supreme spies of Exodus. Sasori are also known for their willingness - and ability - to kill to protect their secrets.
These iconic consist of:
- Anxelica Luris, Female human inquisitor
- Arok Headtaker, Male kalisan magus
- Cormac Blackwood, Male human antipaladin
- Ghostwhisker, Male cavian alchemist (mindchemist)
- Glimmershade, Female sasori rogue
- Kalina Rhys, Female human cleric of Asmodeus
- Rajas the Defiler, Male p’tan barbarian
- Zachris Swayne, Male human sorcerer
Available at RPGNow.com and Paizo.com!
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Supporting Retailers with our Empire of Tears Kickstarter
Since we are planning to support retailers with our upcoming
2014 kickstarter, Empire of Tears adventure saga, we have created three levels
of support that I think the majority of retailers will find very attractive reason
to carry this Pathfinder kickstarter in their retail locations. Here is the
levels of their donation:
Pledge $25 or more
RETAILERS STARTER KIT EXCLUSIVE FOR NEOEXODUS: Please
contact us directly to learn about the Retailers Exclusive reward we have for
this kickstarter. Retailers who will receive this award will have it at least 2
month before donors receive their rewards. This reward is also exclusive for
retailers only. (This includes domestic US shipping - International customers
please add $20 for shipping)
Pledge $45 or more
RETAILERS EMPIRE OF TEARS EARLY RELEASE REWARD: We will
release two sets of the black & white editions of each of the adventures of
Empire of Tears adventure saga (8 adventures in total) for retailer. In
addition, retailers who will receive this award will have it at least 2 month
before donors receive their rewards. This reward is also exclusive for
retailers only. (This includes domestic US shipping - International customers
please add $20 for shipping)
Pledge $60 or more (Limited to 25)
RETAILERS COMPLETE EARLY BIRD REWARD: Retailers will receive
the Retailers Starter Kit Exclusive for NeoExodus ($25) and Retailers Empire of
Tears Early Release Reward ($45) reward levels. Retailers who will receive this
award will have it at least 2 month before donors receive their rewards. This
reward is also exclusive for retailers only. (This includes domestic US shipping -
International customers please add $25 for shipping)
OK retailers what do you think? We are open to all
responses.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
[LPJ Design] Treasures of NeoExodus: Scepter of Perpetual Sacrifice (PFRPG) Now available
The Treasures of NeoExodus: Scepter of Perpetual Sacrifice is created for use with your NeoExodus: A House Divided campaign setting home gaming for the Pathfinder RPG. The Treasures of NeoExodus series focus on creating unique and interesting magical and mundane items that you can use in your NeoExodus home games that give you more a personal connection to the item. This PDF comes with a background and history of Scepter of Perpetual Sacrifice, its special mundane and/or magical qualities plus magic item containing detailed information and blank versions of the cards. Everything you need to incorporate Scepter of Perpetual Sacrifice into your character’s background and your gaming sessions is here making them even more appealing, special and personal. Available at RPGNow!!!
Monday, May 6, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Coming this week - Adventure Path Iconics: Path of the Wicked (PFRPG)
Saturday, May 4, 2013
[LPJ Design] Treasures of NeoExodus: Claw of Xon (PFRPG) Now available
Louis
Porter Jr. Design has released its newest product for their Treasures of
NeoExodus line, Claw of Xon for the NeoExodus: A House Divided (PFRPG) campaign
setting at RPGNow.com and DriveThruRPG.com. Here is information on this product:
Over
the course of the Twilight War, the Reis Confederacy committed many atrocities;
chief among them was the employment of the necromancer Xon. His undead legions and
horrific experiments served the Confederacy well, as he developed a powerful
weapon for his reanimated troops. This weapon’s dark origins were steeped in blood;
foul necromantic rituals gave it the power to tear forth the souls of men,
turning them into ghostly specters that hungered for the living. Xon gifted
these weapons to his most trusted servants and powerful creations so that they
might spread his evil influence across the battlefield, drowning out the sound
of clashing steel and cannon fire with a wailing choir of tortured souls.
The Treasures of NeoExodus: Claw of
Xon is created for use with your NeoExodus: A House Divided campaign setting
home gaming for the Pathfinder RPG. The Treasures of NeoExodus series focus on
creating unique and interesting magical and mundane items that you can use in
your NeoExodus home games that give you more a personal connection to the item.
This PDF comes with a background and history of Claw of Xon, its special
mundane and/or magical qualities plus magic item containing detailed
information and blank versions of the cards. Everything you need to incorporate
Claw of Xon into your character’s background and your gaming sessions is here
making them even more appealing, special and personal.
LPJ Design introduces in new like of ebook fiction, NeoExodus: Legendary Tales!
Friday, May 3, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Great stuff going on this week at LPJ Design!
In addition Jeff has started working on the long waited Enemies of NeoExodus: Cyrix (see image below) and you Pathfinder RPG by Paizo fans are going to find out what it really means to be a hero. So much great stuff going on. Talk to you later...
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Here is a crazy Kickstarter idea: How about a 100% transparent kickstarter so you can see everything?
Since we are planning to do a 4-part Empire of Tears Pathfinder
RPG adventure saga for early 2014, how about if LPJ Design had a completely
100% transparent kickstarter. I mean that we will let you see EVERYTHING we are
doing on this from all sides including behind the scenes? I mean 100% full
disclosure. We will tell you what we are
paying the writers, editors and artist. We give you the info on how many pieces of
artwork we are looking for. We'll tell you how much writing we are planning to
use. We'll tell you how we can use cool ideas to keep cost down while at the
same time making this kickstarter even cooler than you know. I will even tell
you when people flake out, people I tried to get but it didn't work out and who
I had to get to replace them. I think
this would be a good opportunity to get a better understanding of how to do a
successful kickstarter and what you can do to make it even better.
Would you interested is seeing how we do that? Do you think
that is something people fans and business folks would like to learn and read? Please let us know and if we get enough
interest, then we will have a completely transparent Empire of Tears
kickstarter. Talk to you later…
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Treasures of NeoExodus: Grasscutter (PFRPG) Now available
Anyone can kill with a blade made of steel, and legions of swordsmen have made names for themselves with such weapons; only some are skilled enough to kill with a wooden sword. One warrior and his descendants are legendary for killing legions of warriors and mighty creatures armed with only a wooden blade: Yushi Abo and his clan. This mighty warrior and master swordsman was already a hero of renown before claiming a blade that was both reward and punishment: the sword known as Grasscutter.
The Treasures of NeoExodus: Grasscutter is created for use with your NeoExodus: A House Divided campaign setting home gaming for the Pathfinder RPG. The Treasures of NeoExodus series focus on creating unique and interesting magical and mundane items that you can use in your NeoExodus home games that give you more a personal connection to the item. This PDF comes with a background and history of Grasscutter, its special mundane and/or magical qualities plus magic item containing detailed information and blank versions of the cards. Everything you need to incorporate Grasscutter into your character’s background and your gaming sessions is here making them even more appealing, special and personal.
Available at RPGNow!
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
[LPJ Design] Image Portfolio Platinum Edition 24: Storn Cook Now available
Image Portfolio Platinum Edition is the premier line of online PDF art resource that gaming companies can use. All the art pieces in this art resource can be used in any of their upcoming RPG ideas or projects. When a person acquires Image Portfolio, any of the art in the PDF can be used in any of their own products as if they owned it them. This is due to the limited licensing agreement of Image Portfolio. This specific Image Portfolio contains 10 full color images of fantasy genre character design images. Available at RPGNow!!!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Another Race for Obsidian Twilight that is returning as a monster in Obsidian Apocalypse, the Uzamati
This has one of the coolest ideas that came up race-wise for
Obsidian Twilight, but with the revamp for Obsidian Apocalypse there was NO WAY
we could do this as a race for the setting. The Uzamati, while AMAZINGLY cool,
were “broken” due to their powerful abilities when compared to the other races
of Obsidian Twilight who were ALREADY on the powerful side of playable races. Guess those who did not donated to the Obsidian Apocalypse kickstarter are going to have to wait and see what we did. Talk to you later...
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Adventure Path Iconics: Path of the Wicked preview for Way of the Wicked Adventure Path
Here is the rough layout draft for Adventure Path Iconics: Path of the Wicked for Fire Mountain Games Way of the Wicked Adventure Path. I have to once again thanks to Gary McBride of Fire Mountain Games who was kind enough to let us make this product. Talk to you later...
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Now only seven races for Obsidian Apocalypse…
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