Articles By Author - Tom Allman

Lackeys, Hirelings, and Henchmen

Melchior huffed and puffed around the last corner. Even though he’d be dressed down for loafing, he felt a genuine affection for his employers. He skidded to a stop. The dragon, who was devouring Fargrim the Chaste, raised his head to gaze at him. Melchior pushed his helm (a well-seasoned dinner pot) higher on his head, smiled weakly, and started to back away. It was then that he realized he was going to have to look for another job. Every...

The Strange Tale of the Dwarven Nuptials

(Or “I went to a drunken brawl and a wedding broke out”) __ The gnarled old campaigner was perched perilously on his stool. Telling stories in exchange for ale had become a lucrative second career for him. “Tell us another one, Wrathbone,” prodded a caravan roustabout. “ Yes! Yes!” shouted the patrons of the Lusty Halfling. “Tale-telling is thirsty work lads,” he said. “Besides, I’ve already told ye all the good ones.” The barmaid, who had...

Fistful of Lead: Gelatinous Cubed

Recently, I was bidding on an iconic monster mini on eBay when I came up with a homebrew alternative: Ingredients Knox gelatin Cooking oil spray Square mold Victim miniature Directions Coat the inside of the mold lightly with cooking oil spray. This will aid in the extraction of the Monster later on. Add the gelatin to very hot water and mix thoroughly until the gelatin is completely dissolved. Insert the victim miniature and chill in the...

Secret Lairs: The Haunted Hovel

Sigard the Woodsman was a doting father. Ever since his wife was taken by the Black Death, his children have been his whole world. But, of course, this was before the brain mold… He could hear them laughing inside their modest home, preparing for the evening meal. They took his wife. Faster and faster, he kicked the rotating grindstone. He could hear them mocking him over the bustle of the dinner dishes. His axe, the tool of his trade, was now...

Morkoth

(Art by Eli Arndt) From the darkest depths of forgotten seas, an ancient evil has been pulled into the light. The venerable sailing bark The Lusty Elf has made an unexpected catch while weighing anchor off a nameless isle. The four hale and hearty sailors who manned the anchor windlass, struggling mightily to reel in the heavy iron, found a gargantuan chambered nautilus attached. Having eaten naught but cod and moldy bread for many weeks, the...

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