TheWorldSmith
January 31st, 2024, 22:22
Greetings, fellow heroes of pen, dice, & paper! I'm a writer, game designer, and RPG enthusiast. Ever since I played D&D in a cabin in the woods when I was a kid, I have been a dedicated fan of TTRPGs. That was over 30 years ago and I have been honing my craft ever since. For me TTRPGs are all about the Story, the Characters in them, and the Choices they make because that is where you find all of those meaningful and truly EPIC moments.
Platform(s): Fantasy Ground Unity (I have Ultimate License, you need free Demo version), Discord for audio
Curse of Strahd: a Monster Hunt
Saturday, 7-10 PM, $20 per player for the session
Curse of Strahd (https://startplaying.games/adventure/clgl1inpp000708mha903aeu6)
Under raging storm clouds, the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft. Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. The wind's howling increases as he turns his gaze down toward the village of Barovia. Far below, yet not beyond his keen eyesight, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. Strahd's face forms the barest hint of a smile as his dark plan unfolds. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they came—all according to his plan. A lightning flash rips through the darkness, but Strahd is gone. Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air. The master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner And you are invited.
Platform(s): Fantasy Ground Unity (I have Ultimate License, you need free Demo version), Discord for audio
Curse of Strahd: a Monster Hunt
Saturday, 7-10 PM, $20 per player for the session
Curse of Strahd (https://startplaying.games/adventure/clgl1inpp000708mha903aeu6)
Under raging storm clouds, the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft. Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. The wind's howling increases as he turns his gaze down toward the village of Barovia. Far below, yet not beyond his keen eyesight, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. Strahd's face forms the barest hint of a smile as his dark plan unfolds. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they came—all according to his plan. A lightning flash rips through the darkness, but Strahd is gone. Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air. The master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner And you are invited.