Dungeons and Shenanigans

Gamma World's End

2011-01-19T14:28:00.000-08:00

"Don't be afraid, Artech. I'm sure they have robot virgins, too."

Gamma Dump

2011-01-12T09:05:00.000-08:00

A Stroll Through Gamma World

2011-01-04T09:56:00.000-08:00

A new year means a New Campaign and the Dandies have kicked off 2011 with a romp through the post-apocalyptic wastelands of Gamma World. The game is DM'd by Everett Downing and the cast includes:

The enigmatic conspiracy theorist Karnsen, played by Ross Dickenson

The gruff gelatinous mutant Grimm, played by Chris Chua

The genetically-engineered prescient, Dr. Eustace Plebe (aka "Slit"), played by Austin Madison

The cyrogenic super-computer Artech, played by Erick Tryzelaar

Casting Alignments

2010-06-16T10:03:00.000-07:00

GOOD

NEUTRAL

EVIL

GOOD

NEUTRAL

EVIL

Steampunk Orc Goon...not to be trifled with

2010-05-21T10:18:00.000-07:00

Deadlands Sketchdump

2009-12-08T15:09:00.000-08:00

Finally got around to posting some sketches from our Deadlands game. There were way too many pics so I decided to just take a picture rather than try scanning all of them individually. The game has been a blast so far!

What lurkes in the hills of Coffin Rock?!

Mad Maggie

Sebastian and Beth do a little mountain climbing.

Beth Gardner

Sebastian and Beth take a stroll outside of Coffin Rock.

Hide Ito.

Sister Holly's burden.

A Blood Man attacks!

Lorraine Dubois.

Who is this mysterious hombre?

Dr. Osgood's patient.

Goodnight Dr. Osgood.

Berkshire, sheriff of Coffin Rock.

Vog Bloodrot, orqui dragoon

2009-11-14T18:03:00.000-08:00

A reckless daredevil and braggart, young Vog has a large enough ego and small enough brains to be the ideal warg-rider.

FELL DEEDS Chapter I: Ogre-Achievers

2009-11-13T10:59:00.000-08:00

The red sun was creeping up over the Orodruin Mountains by the time Garl, Skretch, and Maubah returned to their brood. War drums thundered and the mountains came alive with proud roars of orc grunts, vanguards, and acolytes as the adventurers passed through the iron-clawed village gates.

The three young runts were pressed on both sides by throngs of their brothers and sisters. Grunts clapped meaty clawed hands on Garl's shoulder, vanguards shot burning arrows into the dark morning sky in praise of Skretch, and ceremonial sconces burned bright in honor of the new acolyte Maubah.

They were ushered before the throne of the Great Og, chieftain of their clan. He gazed down upon them with one great yellow eye, deep-set in a grim green face.

The runts dropped to their knees and Garl presented the beastly severed feet of an ogre. Behind them, dozens of orcs clambered onto huts, rocky outcroppings, and taller orcs to get a view of the ceremony. "For the Great Og," said Garl, holding the colossal feet over his head.

The barrel-chested Great Og glared down, but said nothing. All around them, proud roars subsided into an awkward silence. The Great Og's one remaining eye, old and all-knowing, scanned each of the runts in turn. "Where is the rest of him?" the chieftain growled.

Garl and Skretch looked at eachother and a murmur spread throughout the surrounding orqui. A black-hooded grunt stepped forward, brandishing a heavy iron axe. Two warg pups beside the Great Og's throne lifted their heads and licked their lips.

"Thrashed," said Maubah. All heads turned to the albino runt. His blood-red eyes darted from the Great Og to his black-hooded enforcer and the hungry warg pups before he continued, "Charred, bludgeoned, and scattered across half a dozen cave walls."

"Yes," continued Skretch, catching on, "He did not go down, uh...easily."

Garl met the Great Og's questioning gaze, "The ogre's feet were all of him that was left unspoiled. The only trophy worthy of the Great Og."

The monstrous chieftan barked what sounded like a laugh and a toothy grin split his battle-scarred face. His belly shook with laughter that echoed through the black, rocky crags around them and he nodded to the black-hooded grunt.

The heavy iron axe was brought high over the orc's black hood and came crashing down on the banquet table before them, splitting a roasted boar in twain, and sending fresh bloody juices into the air.

"The Great Og is proud and his new warriors are hungry!" called the Great Og, "LET THEM FEAST!"

All around the runts, now fully-fledged Orc Warriors, was bedlam and proud fury. The night air was filled with guttural howls and savage melodies. The sunrise spilled blood across the sky and war drums heralded the dawning of a new day.

Where Finn Was

2009-01-27T10:43:00.000-08:00

Spending quality time with Keris and Kais' no-longer-secret stash of rum.

Sean is pissed at the delay in gaming!

2009-01-26T13:48:00.000-08:00

On Erick's birthday, Carver broke his leg...

2009-01-21T10:41:00.000-08:00

But Lad got a goat.

Cast of 50 Fathoms

2009-01-18T13:20:00.000-08:00

Bru

2008-12-17T23:24:00.000-08:00

Flagon, wineskin, potions, and warhammer...what more does a drunken fighter need? Our over-the-hill brewmaster may not have a career as an NFL quarterback, but he can still take the hind leg off a giant boar with one swing of a hammer. Who says they're only good for bludgeoning?

The Glittering Caverns

2008-12-16T21:57:00.001-08:00

The Journey begins!

2008-11-18T22:11:00.000-08:00

Chapter II: The Fallen

2008-11-14T11:13:00.000-08:00

The dark of night holds many secrets,
The dark of night tells many lies,
Beware the things that shimmer there,
They may be friends, they may be spies

Last look.

2008-11-12T22:33:00.000-08:00

Here are the final set of drawings from our Shadowfell campaign. Aaaah memories...

We Are Your Overlords

2008-10-29T21:54:00.000-07:00

"Ahh-ah aaaah-AH!"

Ketill the Indignant

2008-10-29T21:20:00.000-07:00

Ketill doesn't like his viking captors or their viking gods. Of course, Ketill doesn't like the ocean, snow, his fellow press-gangers, or much of anything else.

Chapter I: The Homecoming

2008-10-27T23:50:00.000-07:00

Players

Dovi Anderson...Brand, a viking fighter

Emma Coats...Vilo ('Grub'), a human rogue

Everett Downing...('Shadow'), a human druid

Mach Kobayashi...Talen ('Lad'), a human wizard

Erick Trylezaar...Ketill ('Carver'), a human fighter

Mike Wallace...('Brew'), a human fighter

Snow drifts gently down as the Obyrith, the Morning Blade, and the Yeti, the last remaining longboats of the wandering viking armada, cut through the moonlit fog of the White Sea, on their way home from seven years of glorious conquest. Talen, a young magically-adept boy, perches on the mast of the flagship, Obyrith, keeping an eye out for signs of land and journey's end. Below him, the crew struggles to row with hands numb from the bitter cold. Brand, the crew's cartographer, stands checking his sea charts next to the captain, Thrain; it seems they should have reached familiar shores by now.

Talen (called 'Lad' by his viking superiors) calls down to the crew, at first sighting a white bird. Could it be the Ice Eagle, the very image of the Skullgrim clan crest on the ship's sail? Moments later, Talen calls again, "A caravel, up ahead on the port side!" Suspicious at first to hear two welcome sightings after such a long silence from the boy, the vikings send another look-out to verify. Sure enough, the second ship is sighted, weaving in and out of the fog, inexplicably maneuverable despite the heavy winds and churning seas.

The vikings holler and the crews double their pace on the ores, though some, like the crew's culinary expert, Vilo, are already exhausted by hunger and cold. As the crew begins to catch the caravel, the ship cuts between two rock pillars, jutting from the swirling black depths.

"Hard to starboard!" calls Talen and the crew leap to action, desperately steering the ship between the treacherous obstacles.

The fog clears in an instant, and the crew finds themselves following the caravel toward a narrow chasm in a sheer rock face, they have reached land, and are diving straight at it! The caravel, angled oddly at first, rights itself just in time to cut through the gap. The Obyrith is not so lucky--Talen and his fellow look-out leap desperately from the mast just before it crashes into the black rock of the mountainside. The lookouts crash to the deck as the longboat is sent careening wildly through the chasm, knocking from side to side. A viking is sent careening overboard and Shadow, a red man from the distant west and sworn-enemy of his norse captors, takes the opportunity to kick one of the vikings overboard where the man is lost to the ocean's black bosom.

The Obyrith is spit into a calm cove, where the wintery winds swirl over snowy beaches and jagged pillars of black rock. Just as the crew notices the curious absence of the caravel that they followed into the enclosed cove, a second longboat erupts from the chasm behind them. The crew maneuver the longboat just out of harm's way as the second drakkar crashes down into the water behind them. The impact rocks the Obyrith violently, sending the crew's ale-master, Brew, overboard and his companion, Carver after him.

Moments later, after all three longboats are safely landed on the snowy banks, the uneasy crew piles out onto the shore. Thrain sends Carver, a skilled wood-worker, into the nearby forest to craft a new mast. Curious clatterings atop the cliff walls surrounding them cast a sense of dread over the crew.

Brand and Lad, along with Thrain's first mate, Kale, hike to higher ground to scout the nearby area. Once on the other side of the rock face, they see a vast valley of black wintery wood, and the distant glow of a town.

Below them, Carver, Brew, Shadow, and Vilo (called Grub by the crew, after his primary skill of cooking) venture into the woods to craft a new mast. The group come across a desecrated alter to the norse sea-god, Njord, formed instead into the shoddy shape of a crab.

Two vikings come to check on the group's progress and, upon seeing the alter, cry out in anguish.

Lad brings more help up to the cliff-side to continue investigating the mysterious disturbances around the top of the bluffs. The group finds a small hand-carved fisher in the rock. They light torches and begin to explore within, until they reach a dead-end, where Lad smells the rotting of flesh and Brand discovers astrological markings around the cliff-walls. They turn to report to Thrain, when they find themselves face to face with the Jarl himself. He brings them urgently back down to the beach, ready to depart, despite urgings from his finest warrior, Aestrid, to explore the star markings further.

Thrain is met at the snowy banks by two anguished vikings, reporting the ruins of Njord's alter. Furious, and wise enough not to return to the sea without the blessings of Njord, Thrain amasses some men and trots off toward the village, stopping to annihilate the pagan crab statue along the way.

Vilo, Shadow, and Brew start hacking away at a sizable tree, anxious to leave the snowy cove while Carver is ordered to rebuild the shrine to Njord.

Brand jogs alongside Thrain, while Lad strains to keep pace with the warriors. Brand spots an unnatural clearing on a snowy hill to his right. The warriors creep up the hill, Brand and Aestrid at the head of the group. They discover a pagan cemetary, not at all keeping with the Nordic tradition of funeral pyres, and after a quick interrogation of the gravedigger (who happily incriminates the local villagers to save his own skin), the small army jogs briskly on toward vengeance.

Back at the alter site, Carver begins fashioning a new image of Njord, under the supervision of a viking warrior--who suddenly goes quiet. Carver looks around, but cannot spot the norseman anywhere, and hears only the nearby handiwork of his lumberjacking compatriots. Carver glances up just in time to avoid an ambush by a horned monkey-demon astride a rock-colored crab steed. The two lock in combat, and Carver cries for help.

Vilo, Shadow, and Brew hear the cry just as they, too, are assaulted by a crab-riding monkey-demon. The three make quick work of the assailant, and Brew runs off to help his widdling ally while Vilo tastes the crab and discovers a possible delicacy.

Meanwhile, Thrain, Brand, Lad and co. creep up on the village. The smell of spiced meats, buttered creams, and dark ale fills the air, along with the sound of music and laughter. The vikings creep into the village proper toward the main square where the festivities seem to be in full-swing. Brand ruthlessly exterminates a village boy and motions to his friends to keep quiet. The warriors are about to spring their attack when a firey dragon blazes to life on the river just beyond the village perimeter. Viking drum beats (of another clan!) fill the air. The villagers panic and flee, and Thrain and his men lie in wait. Nobody ambushes THEIR victims. Lad creeps around a heavily perfumed building and burns the weapons in the hands of enemy vikings as they rush by, before he dodges into the perfumed building, tripping over silken pillows and finding himself in--a brothel? Windows around him are shattered from misfired slings and arrows, and Lad creeps into the structure, calling for anyone within. All he finds is a chest of three glowing grey vials.

Outside, Brand creeps toward the Serpent's Song, the enemy drakkar. He begins to inspect the ship when he hears a rustling in the snow on the near-edge of town. It is the two village children who saw him end the life of their friend. He holds his finger to his mouth in a severe warning, when an enemy norseman rounds the corner near them, dodging heavy arrow-fire. The viking notices the children and raises his axe to silent them from giving away his position. Brand hurls his throwing axe in an impressive show of skill, cleaving the enemy's head from hairline to nosebridge. Just before the viking falls dead to his knees, Brand catches the familiar eyes of Rikard.

The viking collapses and Brand stands, stunned, for a moment when he hears a faint fluttering just audible above the din of battle. It is coming from the clouds over the river. Brand looks up to see a shimmering silver figure plummeting through the drifting snow and down, down, down splashing into the frigid river water, no more than a boat's length from Brand. The viking crosses to Rikard, and seeing that the norseman is beyond help, runs urgently back to the river, wading in after the fallen figure, which is now a fading silver silhouette below the shimmering black surface. Brand tethers himself to the Serpent Song's figure head and dives for the figure. The current curiously strengthens and the tether goes taught before Brand can reach the luminescent shape. Incensed with wonder, Brand frees himself from the drakkar and swims desperately at the silver shadow, reaching out with numb fingers and struggling against the stabbing in his lungs. Taking grasp of the glimmering hand of the figure within the flowing silver garments, Brand kicks furiously back upward toward the water surface.

The icy current begins to overcome the viking. His legs go numb with just under a meter left to swim. The current of the water, and the ponderous weight of the silver body begin to reclaim him when a hand plunges into the river, grasps Brand's arm and pulls him into the open, freezing air. Brand finds himself face-to-face with Thrain, still clasping the mysterious figure, and...

SCENE.

The Prologue

2008-10-27T15:19:00.000-07:00

The youTube link below is a clip of music that goes along with the prologue. Just click on the link and start reading. The slower you read, the better it paces with the music, so take your time, enjoy, and welcome to Midgard!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQ3u3fTG70Q

DUNGEONS AND SCHENANIGANS II: VOYAGE OF THE OBYRITH

It is an age of gods and monsters. Years have passed since the feuding of the two kings, and the vanquishing of the Orcish horde from the realm of Midgard. The old champions now sit on thrones of gold, drunk with pleasure and fat with the spoils of war. In their negligence, evil-doers roam unchecked throughout the land. Cruelest of these scourges are the raiders from the North, savage warriors who cross the ancient seas in fleets of dragon-headed longboats. For seven long years, these barbarians--led by the warlord Thrain aboard his flagship, the Obyrith--have ravaged the lands of Midgard, cutting a swath of devastation to the very edges of the world.

The marauders now return to their icy homeland across the White Sea, their colossal ships weighed down by the treasures of a hundred kingdoms. Little do they know what awaits them in the frozen caverns of the North, for goodness still dwells in the heart of men, and justice lies in store for even the mightiest of evils. The gods are angry, and this may just be the final VOYAGE OF THE OBYRITH.

Dungeons and Schenanigans, Campaign II: VOYAGE OF THE OBYRITH

2008-10-23T20:34:00.000-07:00

It begins anew! A new campaign is brewing, this time set on the icy seas of the North. Are the players tough enough to stand alongside the crew of the viking longboat, The Obyrith, or will they be lost to the ocean's darkest depths? Only time (and dice) will tell!

The white eagle, crest of the Skullgrim clan.
Thrain, a viking jarl and captain of the Obyrith
Kale, Thrain's second in command

Aestrid, Thrain's fiercest warrior.

Bemdrock the Vengeful

2008-09-03T10:51:00.000-07:00

When a wizard lends you a hand, he expects something in return.

Some facts

2008-08-20T20:00:00.001-07:00

Roma is an obsessive hand washer.

Ilmare knows about Roma's hand-washing, and constantly hides bits of excrement in the fingertips of her gloves.

Roma also secretly loves to run her fingers through the hair of halflings as they sleep.

Pyrite comes from a long line of gem-setters of the finest order, and was being groomed to continue the family tradition... until it was discovered that he was completely colorblind. That's where the abandonment started...

Grotten, similarly mistrusted by their parents, was locked in the cellar with Pyrite at a young age. Out of sheer boredom, he gnawed his way into a keg of ale and chose it as his mother.

Grath doesn't really have his heart in smiting evil. He really just hates conflict, but doesn't have the pure faith that's a given in his order. He knows that he might not be capable of being the paladin he wants to be, to fit in. His aggression in battle is just overcompensating for his self doubt, which is why he doesn't just charge right in.

Despite his diminutive stature, Ilmare never uses the short urinal.

...he uses the sink.

Filia

2008-08-20T19:50:00.000-07:00

We have a new addition to our adventuring party. After our total failure at killing a handful of kobolds, our sponsor began to doubt our abilities in other areas, such as speaking and walking at the same time, keeping ourselves out of slavery, and not getting completely lost. So he saddled - er, gifted upon us an elven ranger, Filia.

She has some really mad skillz.

--PYRITE

2008-07-29T09:07:00.000-07:00

Nauseatingly cute renditions of our heroes. Try not to barf on the keyboard, it would make me feel really guilty for having drawn this.

-PYRITE

The Seasoned Adventurer's Sketchbook - Volume I

2008-07-14T17:09:00.001-07:00

Yes Yes Yes Chummers! You're wishes have all come to fruition. Your friendly neighborhood DnS moderators are happy too announce the release of our long awaited DnD sketchbook. Check it out!

http://gunghogirl.com/dndpix.html

Enjoy the carnage, chummers!

Irontooth, Disintegrator of Hitpoints

2008-07-13T17:34:00.000-07:00

Good ole Grotten...

2008-07-09T22:04:00.000-07:00

You can always count on his quick thinking in a pinch.

Who's got the Fervor!!

2008-07-08T22:11:00.000-07:00

Caught up in a mad drawing fit! Giving Roma a little more love. Of course we've never actually SEEN Roma this worked up.

Grath and Roma enter the Blue Moon Alehouse

2008-07-08T21:53:00.000-07:00

My take on the not so dynamic duo.

4 sessions in

2008-07-07T23:10:00.000-07:00

Has it been 4 sessions already? Man this last game was CRAZY! Alot of tense, sick character moments. The entire group pretty much got served by a horde of kobolds and a crazed goblin berserker called Irontooth. Instead of going the TPK route (total party kill), I decided I'd use one of the story threads to broaden the experience. What that entailed was the group getting captured, tortured and then taken to be sold into slavery. Well en route the group was able to escape thanks to a chance encounter from a pack of wild Drakes. They were found by the groups newest member, Filia, elven ranger. Now the group's out for some payback Wild Style! Wait until you see the pics. It ain't gonna be pretty!
I have to say that after this game I'm ok with 4th edition. I wasn't too keen about it after the second game, but I'm starting to dig it (This session was mostly RP ironically). It's funny that I dig the game more when we get away from the mechanics. :D

Irontooth AWAITS!

2008-06-19T11:06:00.000-07:00

Garlag, the Bloodbringer of the mighty Bloodspear Tribe. Crusher of Fallcrest, depriver of hope.

The Players

2008-06-18T22:29:00.000-07:00

Ok, a few more scans for the day. Mostly character sketches. The group consists of Bemdrock the Human Wizard, Ilmare the Halfling Rogue, Roma the Half Elven Cleric, the twin dwarf duo Pyrite the Warrior and Grotten the Warlord, and finally Grath the Dragonborn Paladin. I find the Grath sketches to be particularily entertaining. :D Enjoy!

Fun with Kobolds!

2008-06-17T22:34:00.000-07:00

4th Edition!!

2008-06-17T22:08:00.000-07:00

So I haven't played DnD for quite some time and the last time I did, I have to admit I didn't really enjoy it all that much. So imagine my absolute disinterest when I learn that Wizards of the Coast was planning to come out with yet another edition to update the ole familiar pen and paper RPG. Well that didn't last long. The more I heard about the new edition, the more interested I became. Finally, nostagalia for a game I never really enjoyed and my mounting curiosity forced me to invest in the new 4th edition module, Keep on the Shadowfell. After reading through the adventure I decided to round up a posse and try it out.

IT WAS A BLAST! Granted we're still making our way through it, but the combination of a great group and a fun and refreshing new approach to the old fanatasy pen and paper made the first few encounters we ran through a HIT! I happen to work with a group of very creative and talented individuals we took the oppurtunity to illustrate our various misadventures and I've decided to post them here for fun (and because it's damn funny!). We're going to continue playing and as long as we do we'll continue drawing... and I'll keep posting until we stop.

Enjoy!