So, you have a map of a dungeon / building / ruin / chasm / extra-planar setting / landscape, etc. Now, you just have to stock it with some monsters and traps. Here’s some hints for designing cool dungeons: Who’s … Continue reading Laidback DM: Designing Dungeons
Brown, blood-streaked breadcrumb entree Built to serve Consistently It roils and rocks In the mouth, awash Then on it floats Sea of acid wash A meal of kings A grand entry Ignominious exit Consistency Brown, blood-streaked A warning bell To … Continue reading Steak Sandwich. A poem.
So, I’m taking a break from DMing to hone my ‘player’ chops. Part of the reason was my increasing work and study loads and part of it was burn out. I just needed a break from all the work involved … Continue reading Laidback DM: Anatomy of a (not quite) break up
I take photographs. I write poetry. Here’s some poetry and photography, in equal measures. Cheers Steve 🙂 Heart Tree. A poem. Light shines through the trees above Forming a shape, too like my heart Coloured by light and silhouette Reflecting … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Heart Tree
Entrenched within Mud to knees No flight from here A no man’s land Of blithe confusion And emptiness Entrenched within This sharp regret Like a bayonet Some veiled remorse And back and forth In the wasteland Entrenched within Over the … Continue reading Entrenched. A poem.
My empress of stars, A supernova in flight. We will meet again. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in … Continue reading Empress. A haiku.
Have you ever spent far too much time drawing a map of your world, developing and designing societies, cultures and religions to fill it, creating reasons for its existence, only to find you didn’t need all that for your campaign … Continue reading Laidback DM: World Building
Too many pop stars popping off like stars or popping corn, just Mini-fashion supernovas grabbing my attention in an explosion of pop culture Sympathetically Simplistically Setting the scene In just fifteen minutes of sobriety For more Poetry, click here. For … Continue reading Pop Stars. A poem.
These sheets and slips Abide with time, Like tides and shores, Old pick up lines. These mountains climbed And sacrificed, To sheets and slips And angst-filled lives; That lost their way, Were found again, In the arms of a wayward, … Continue reading Sheets and Slips. A poem.
I take photographs. I write poetry. Poetry and photography, as seen above and below, exchanging views and subtle growth. Cheers Steve 🙂 Swing I swing into summer The water chilled to perfection Melting an icy veneer That once suited this exterior And so I swing A subtle pendulum Expectantly delivered Into your watery embrace For more Upstart Photographer, click here. Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Swing
My arms like tree limbs, gnarled and objectified. Here in the last remaining light, reaching for an unreachable sign by the side of a road, long and bitterly loathed. My feet encased in clay, entrenched along with attitudes I left … Continue reading Well Spent. A poem.
She was indifferent at first— A wall to ascend, Of dubious propriety. My insouciant charm Is made to break bricks, To render mortar Into dirt and water, To make a difference From indifference. For more Poetry, click here. For more … Continue reading Indifference. A poem.
I know what you’re going to say—in D&D it’s so much easier not to have to worry about weapons getting damaged. But what happens when they do? And how do you have a simple (or laidback, as I prefer to … Continue reading Laidback DM: Weapon and Armor Durability
Your corruption has taken me Down and done, blistered and foul Every stream, more pain to cross Until this bitter pill has done its Sour and murky job And set this soul to rights So I can ride again But … Continue reading Corruption. A poem.
Tar, congealing in your veins, sheltering your heartbeat in its quicksilver repose. Aortic mysteries, dissected atriums and ventricles at ease and at odds, pulling and pushing through luxurious days and overheated nights. What will it take to quicken your lackadaisical … Continue reading Pulse. A poem.
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