01:56:08 EN World: "Do We Still Need 'Race' in D&D?" 02:56:46 The "soft" social justice of the newest Pathfinder AP, War for the Crown (spoiler alert: the big quest is to put a WOMAN on the throne!) 15:03:46 "Dungeons & Dragons to Introduce Genderfluidity in Elves" 00:26:50 In their official debut, New Agenda Publishing talks about the sort of people they want to hire/work with, but has no forthcoming products
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23:16:37 Paizo Creative Director James Jacobs implies that they might censor PDF copies of the (already released) Book of the Damned. 03:43:48 More harassment claims in the tabletop gaming community: Bill Webb and Matthew McFarland 00:53:08 AD&D 1E's random harlot table, once and for all 07:17:06 Yet another SJW leaves Paizo Publishing. 08:24:37 Paizo SJW Crystal Frasier talks about how female NPCs can be jerks too flirts with self-awareness Stephens writes "Ways I Have Failed" posts about how there isn't enough SocJus in the tabletop game community 04:12:48 Notorious SJW Jessica Price leaves Paizo Publishing 04:17:53 Presuming progressivism for no particular reason (history of a D&D adventure) He happens to be in town on a restocking run when the AP begins.15:44:53 Paizo continues to self-censor the Pathfinder tabletop RPG He occasionally forces himself back into his more human-esque guise for supply runs into towns, but generally spends most of his time in his weretiger form. Burchs coping with the exile from his village was his focus/obsession with finding "the perfect form" and he started focusing his alchemy training towards that end. Despite it's many advantages, he sought to improve the majesty of his new body. Burch was ostracized by the rest of the community for being a freak or cursed (and being terrified they'd catch the affliction themselves).īurch left, looking to examine his new forms capabilities. The sudden fur, muzzle, and change of shape terrified the girl, who screamed and ran out. During a moment of intimacy with one of the merchants daughter in a barn, he had his first shifting. Gathering alchemy ingredients in a nearby forest, a powerful fey he mistakenly disturbed cursed him in a way he didn't realize until much later. A relatively normal, if ambitious boy who was receiving schooling to be a healer for the community he lived in flirting with a local merchants daughter, helping his family, enjoying life in his formidable years. Secretly, he dreams of rebuilding the shattered circle in honor of his lost family, but he holds little hope for that dream to ever become a reality.īurch is up and running (mythweavers doesn't work at my office, so I run my stuff off Google Drive and Hero Lab)Ī fanglord raised around Nirmathas, he started his life fairly normal as a human under a name he no longer remembers (or cares enough to remember). Now, he's as much a citizen of Phaendar as anyone, plying his trade as a trapper to make ends meet whatever else he might be, green blends into the forest, and he still feels at home there even after everything that's happened. In the months and years that followed, the healer adopted him and helped him adjust to his new reality. By the time the blight had run its course, Darrius had become an ooze, barely able to hold himself together long enough to communicate. The Darkblight had taken root, and over the course of several agonizing days it consumed him, his body melting away to be replaced by something new and horrific. The town healer took him in and did the best she could to tend his wounds, but there was worse than fever in his blood. Though the sacrifice of his parents allowed him to escape with his life, he was gravely wounded, and in his flight he barely made it to Phaendar before collapsing. They fell upon the circle with wrath and fury, killing everyone he'd held dear and very nearly doing the same to him. He would follow in his parents' footsteps, honoring and defending the wildlands and serving as emissary to the fae therein.īut that all changed when those selfsame fae fell victim to the Darkblight.
Raised in the Green Faith by one of the oldest druid circles in the Fangwood Forest, Darrius always thought he knew which direction his life was headed in, even at the tender age of 12.