When we set out to design the Midgard Bestiary for the Adventure Game Engine (or AGE) system, we knew it was going to be a unique project from the start. The book represents not only the first stand-alone, third-party game supplement for the AGE System, it’s also the first time more than five years of […]
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The basic formula for fantasy roleplaying is simple: kick down doors, kill monsters and take their stuff. That’s how Jeff Tidball, AGE System Lead Developer at Green Ronin, calls it in the introduction to the new Midgard Bestiary: Volume 1 by Josh Jarman. Between its covers lurk some of the greatest monsters that Open Design
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(Art by Chris McFann) There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. —Hamlet, William Shakespeare Last week over on Dark Roads & Golden Hells, we hit a milestone: Thanks to new arrivals out here in the Great Beyond, we’re over 3/4 of the way (and a little
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(Illustration by Chris McFann) It’s raining drakes! Find a whole slew of these fierce mini-dragons in the Book of Drakes. Masters Daigle and Welham can show you the way… __ This miniature dragon, radiating near-blinding illumination, flies effortlessly toward a group of shambling zombies. The creature bursts into an improbably brighter ball of light, and
(Illustration by Chris McFann) It’s raining drakes! Find a whole slew of these fierce mini-dragons in the Book of Drakes. Masters Daigle and Welham can show you the way… __ An impossible combination of spider and dragon stares at you with its six eyes while its mandibles clack in hunger. Hundreds of bright red spiders
Dusting the dirt and maggots from its skin, the corpse rises from the grave longing for the sweet kiss of a soulmate. [previously] __ An old gypsy remedy for killing strigoi: Dig out hearts; cut in two. Drive a nail into the forehead. Place clove of garlic on the tongue. Smear body with fat from
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Dusting the dirt and maggots from its skin, the corpse rises from the grave longing for the sweet kiss of a soul mate. [previously] __ If left alone with the comatose victim, the strigoi hastens to feast upon the brain. It dislocates its jaw and bites through the skull, working its way around the skull
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(Illustration by Chris McFann) Dusting the dirt and maggots from its skin, the corpse rises from the grave, longing for the sweet kiss of a soul mate. Strigoi are undead creatures who return to this mortal coil to fulfill their greatest regret. They appear exactly as they did when they were interred, and as long
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(Illustration by Chris McFann) Most adventurers know the sound of a wild boar rustling through the underbrush. But when the boar turn out to be the underbrush, very few are prepared for the surprise. [previously] __ The typical “adult” form of these creatures, the porky pine bears a resemblance to a small coniferous tree. Wide needle-like
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(Illustration by Chris McFann) The brackish water bubbled violently, and the creature emerged with a wave of fishy stench. Its massive scaly body was studded with hundreds of staring eyes, each fixed on me. Its tentacles whipped forward as I turned to run. Brine terrors are bloated, pustulant masses of oceanic detritus composed of rotting fish,
Someone was whistling, and it was a tune Scarred Marshant knew well, but it was no shanty. It was a haunted bit of a tune—the sort of thing you hear in the lower churches what teach the worship of demons. He’d never heard the tune, strict to truth. He only half-remembered it, the song that
Your breath catches as they emerge from the shadows, each a gore-splattered marionette with black hollows where their eyes should be. Only the jagged, sharpened teeth protruding from their cold porcelain smiles mar their faces. They move like nightmares, limbs held falsely and jerking from motion to motion. Tiny fingers end in wicked steel blades,
The creature scampers down its web toward you, far more nimble than a thing the size of a cow has any right to be. As it moves, however, it becomes clear that this isn’t a spider—spiders don’t have venom-dripping stingers on their back. Duergar bear responsibility for the creation of this ill-tempered amalgam. More specifically,
To celebrate the release of Open Design’s Northlands: Roleplaying in Winter’s Chill, Chris Harris and Dan Voyce bring you the sea wolf. __ “I saw no more terrible beast on all my journeys north than the sea wolf. The white bears had their aloof majesty, the lindwurm serpentine grace, but the monster that gnawed away the
To celebrate the release of Open Design’s Northlands: Roleplaying in Winter’s Chill, Chris Harris and Dan Voyce bring you the frostveil. __ They took the sled dogs first, one by one, and later the seal-skinner set to guard them. We’d hear a confused, muffled cry in the wind and then we’d find them—a raven harvest cold
To celebrate yesterday release of Open Design’s Northlands: Roleplaying in Winter’s Chill, Dan Voyce brings you the lindwurm. __ Coiling like a living corkscrew, moving with a scraping hiss, a serpentine form skates nimbly across the ice on long curving claws, maw agape and stinking of a hundred graves. Ensnaring snakes, glima worms, skittering tongue
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