#western campaign

[captain-price-unofficially]

Char B1 "Flandres"

#wwii #western front #french armor #french tanks #western campaign #battle of france

[gin-draws]

Poppy (sheltered naive religious girl/vengeance spirit) decides she doesn’t want to keep secrets from Wyatt (silver tongued con man) because she doesn’t like lying… Zo (emotionally challenged buff wizard) continues to gather very skewed data on human behavior.

#Wyatt's realizing he should reconsider scamming her.. #oc art #dnd art #dnd oc #dhampir oc #bard oc #wizard oc #dnd campaign #dnd party #ttrpg oc #ttrpg character #western campaign #digital art #oc: poppy

[smcadam]

For my next, wild west themed D&D campaign, I wanted to try a world without plain humans. So, their replacement? My spin on Kalashtar, who I'm tentatively dubbing Arklings. Along with their psionic traits, Arklings have patterns on their skin that spiral to a central "eye" marking on their forehead, and generally indicate which Great Spirit the Arkling is attuned to.

Fifty years ago, the Arklings of the Argellian Empire managed to conquer the known world. For a brief window. Then a combination of freedom fighters, saboteurs, and idiot rulers saw the empire smashed. Now their old western holdings are mixing pots of many peoples, with teetering unstable governments and secrets whispered behind closed minds.

Mainly curious which pattern style people think looks best, and strikes a combination of visible and subtle.

#dungeonsanddragons #dnd character #dnd art #dnd npc #dndcharacter #kalashtar #arkling #wildwest #western #western campaign

[mushroomsandmolly]

Thinking about the fact that my first dnd campaign comes to an end this year, we've been playing for like 3 years now . It's def time to do it but the emotional attachment to our charecters is not gonna be easy to get over. I'm so excited to play the next campaign though I love western themed games and I'm playing a Bugbear paladin that's taken a oath of conquest so she's basically a gaurd dog for a prissy fallen God i plan to eventually have her rule her own kingdom under harsh law. I'm so excited it's gonna be so much fun.

#dnd campaign #dnd #sad #sad thoughts #western campaign #dnd ocs #paladin #bugbear

[mrs-ninjago]

my most recent DnD Character Sketch

#traditional art #dnd tiefling #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #dnd bard #dnd character #dnd5e #Western Campaign

[yeoldenews]

For all my fellow name nerds out there, I am very pleased to present the second annual "Gloyd Roberson Memorial List of Actual Human Children Who Wrote Letters to Santa in 1920s/30s Oklahoma".

These aren’t all necessarily “weirder than Gloyd” but fall into three rough categories which I’ve dubbed: “that’s got a nice ring to it”, “if I used this in a novel it would be considered too unrealistic” and “you’ve got 5 seconds to name a character that lives in 1920s Oklahoma, GO!”:

Selvyn Atteberry

Dyer Banfield

Bert Baxter

Hilda Bender

Imogene Berry

Heloise Blakely

Burl Boyer

Clyda Pearl Boyington

Okal Brooks

Vada Jo Bricker

Deverett Brumley

Lee Roy Buck

Vivian May Burdue

Donnie Buster

Elmarie Button

Junior Buzzard

Melchor Caldex

Tycene Calhoun

Tiny Bell Callison

Dapalene Caywood

Edney Clopton

Buster Combs

Georgia Countryman

Vantruba Crockett

Alto Day

Buddie DeWayne

Violet Divine

Elwanda Downing

Cletys Durham

Thurlo Epps

Apple Fields

Floyd Fleetwood

Metherine Franklin

Ula Fay French

Wanda Jo Fronterhouse

Irline Fuller

Jack Gritzmaker

J. D. Grizzle

Billie Jean Gulley

Joline Hardcastle

Kaloolah Herrill

Thelias Hatfield

Elva Heavins

Coleman Hewlett

Helen Hillhouse

Virgil Holderby

Katymae Houston

Myree Huffstutlar

Estelline Hurrypack

Blondie Huhm

Lila Lou Jackson

Denver Jones

Vernell Lambert

Sonny Boy Lockart

Dinkey Long (autocorrect really wanted this to be Donkey Kong)

Bamma Lynn

Rep Madden

Standford Mann

Jack Mattingly

Goldia McGee

Madge Messinger

Mauzell Mullins

Jeffie Wayne Muskrat

Archibald Neighbors

Hazel Nickerson

Eulah Oakley

Lyle Oyler

Milburn Partain

Jackson Payne

Montana Phillips

Bobbie Dean Phoenix

Toots Putman

Madonna Mae Rickey

Cyprine Robertson

Juanelle Schneeberger

Billie Jean Sparks

Texanna Smith

Pansy Stetson

Patsy Ruth Stubblefield

Eldon Sweezy

Hoy Trotter

Pearl Vandorien

Leland Weems

Joe Bob West

Wayness Whitely

Buster Wyatt

John Ira Youngblood

Domby Zinn

#feel free to use for any western themed dnd campaigns #or dust bowl romance novels you may be writing #names #oklahoma #1920s #1930s #dnd #long post

[fromsupernaturaltof1]

I would kill for this man. I would die for him. I would fight anyone that ever even thinks of hurting him. I would do anything to make sure he's always happy and never sad!

That ad campaign may have broken me because I feel like I got a glimpse of the true Daniel like we haven't seen before. The Daniel that's with his mates, not the loud one that uses humor as a barrier but the one that listens to his mates talk and just laughs.

I didn't think it wasn't possible to love this man anymore than I already did but somehow there's always space for more...

#daniel ricciardo #western australia #tourism ambassador #ad campaign

[soggycardboardbox]

Yeehawgust Day 12: Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other

Kaya and Blaine are that annoying couple that break up and get back together every few weeks.

#yeehaugust 2023 #yeehawgust #cowboy #western #dnd #Blaine Rivera #desolation campaign #the art dump

[maddy-ferguson]

zionists love the pinkwashing angle so much you would think israel has the most queer-friendly policies on earth but they don't even have gay marriage there

#like okay ig... #i get the strategy it's the whole we're the only democracy in the middle east it's actually just like europe here arabs are so uncivilized #we hate them even though we literally live here thing #which is like straight out of the colonizer handbook. as is everything else they do #but i mean wouldn't that be the bare minimum for the we love gay people here they hate gay people there pr campaign #and the pinkwashing works i've literally seen it from people who would be my mutuals' mutuals. this summer. just crazy #but it's not surprising that it would work on white gays or just western gays because people will do tiktoks about how they're 'illegal in #74 countries!' (idk how many it is) like they're the victims (when it's countries they'll never go to) not the actual gay people who live #there #which is just so telling #and queerness/other things like feminism being weaponized is always so frustrating you'll literally see people who hate the gays every #day of the year pretend they're gay rights activists in the name of killing palestinians. and in the name of colonialism in general #and of course even if you could get gay married there that wouldn't make it better. but you can't even do that so like. okay ig? #do you think gay israelis are effectively utilizing gay power by killing the people whose land they've been colonizing for decades #and like i say: brf slt

[soryualeksi]

People honest to fuck keep telling me "But Hamas WANTS this war/as many Palestinians to be killed as possible!"

And like.

??????

So we are now doing EXACTLY what we convinced ourselves some Evil Enemy Force is secretly or not so secretly wanting us to do - commit absolute atrocities and human rights violations en masse - because at least we're doing it for. what. To bring Peace and Democracy? Enlightened Western Values? Freedom from the Evil Enemy Force that DEMANDS we do exactly the brutality we're getting away with?????

What kind of logic system is this supposed to be???

"Every Muslim should come out and publicly Condemn Hamas, else they're basically Terrorists - oh but don't you see, Hamas WANTED us to bomb this NICU, they DEMANDED we leave these babies on ventilators to starve, suffocate and ROT surrounded by the things their now-also-dead parents brought them, HAMAS wants us to do all of this and so we obliged! All hail the Western Democracies and their endless pursuit of human rights and liberty!!!"

You lie to me that "we" are the bastion of humanity's human rights, but your definition of "human" doesn't include even NICU babies if they are inconvenient (and don't fall under your definition of "Western").

Fuck all of this.

"Hamas wants this, so that's what we should do. Oh but anyone criticising this bombing campaign in any way is Hamas AND A TERRORIST!!! MORE BOMBS!!!"

#fuck the entire system #i feel so so so so so so fucking stupid #germany is on the forefront of course in hopes of magically making the crime of the holocaust go away #by trying to pass it onto whoever is convenient #the conspiracy theory that ACTUALLY 'The Arabs' MADE nazi germany carry out the holocaust is spreading #insane shit just insane just absolutely bloodthirsty monstrous #no our grandparents and great grandparents and people who are still alive very much thought the holocaust was a good idea #you can't wash this from your family history by murdering Palestinian preemies now #for western democracy of course #despicable #german guilt #palestine genocide #'hamas made me do it!' you are a joke #but a dark and murderous one #all bombing of civilians always is bad and you will never convince me that one atrocity against humans gets justified by another #in 10 years time when crocodile tears roll and this is rightfully treated as a murder campaign against millions of people based on culture #i hope you'll be haunted by their shadow telling you 'you knew and you were complicit' #we are all complicit #favoured in the world order again that we made up by might is right #western supremacy bullshit #genocide

[captain-price-unofficially]

A Lockheed Hudson of No. 220 Squadron RAF approaches Dunkirk on a reconnaissance patrol during the evacuation of the BEF from the French port in May-June 1940.

#operation dynamo #wwii #battle of france #western front #western campaign #aviation

[mx-lamour]

"CoS is actually a Western."

Hang on. I have something for this. (I was going to reblog this, but things got out of hand fast, so here's an entirely separate post instead. Be warned... it's long.)

I usually like to share just some of the most dramatic/cinematic moments from our game, and Ezra's perspective in particular, but hoo boy. Hopefully this will give you some insight into the utter weirdness that also went on through most of our campaign.

The party was traveling south, toward the ruin of Berez.

We notice a bizarre row of thin wooden walls on either side of the road ahead, propped up from the behind by long angled beams. Only a couple of small one-room structures jut out from the back of them.

The wheels of Ezmerelda's wagon creak lightly, crunching along the dirt road as we approach the anomaly. We can see that the front of the walls are painted to look like buildings. Amongst them are a few figures. A man wipes his brow with a handkerchief. Jaunty piano music wafts through the scene.

In a sudden shattering of glass, something crashes through the window of a building labeled "saloon". Ezra approaches the object now lying in the road. It's a thin wooden cutout, painted on one side to look like a man.

We look around. All the figures in this theatrical setpiece are painted cutouts, animated by a series of ropes and pullies. Dulan spies a zombie or two through the gaps between facades, operating the mechanisms.

This is undoubtedly one of Strahd's works.

For context, we were aware of two separate personifications of Strahd von Zarovich, but were still not entirely sure why the duality existed or what to do about it.

Our first was one we dubbed "Strahd von Strahd", an unhinged caricature with a deep and thoroughly exaggerated Dracula voice, who had encouraged us on other occasions to participate in small theatrical scenes (this wild west town was an escalation of a sort we had not yet encountered).

The other, we labeled "Business Strahd", who we had begun to speculate the existence of only after meeting Ezmerelda, and had only recently confirmed/witnessed at Yesterhill.

Ezra lights one of his shoddy cigarettes.

We peer through the busted saloon window. It's set up with a few tables and chairs, some of which are occupied by more ambient cutout figures. Off to one side, a zombie sits at a harpsichord. There's a man behind the bar, wiping the inside of a glass with a rag.

"Do we want to start placing bets that's Strahd in disguise?" Ezra mutters warily.

After some hesitation, we steel ourselves—Ezra casting a protection on himself—and bust dramatically through the swinging doors.

As we enter, we're startled by a tray lowering jerkily down to us on ropes from the ceiling above. Presented on it are a stack of black cowboy hats, and a pile of metal brooches shaped like stars, the word 'deputy' etched on each of them. A sign suspended between the ropes of the apparatus reads: Choose your role.

Kreig scoops up one of the shiny metal stars. Dulan, who acts like an elder brother around Kreig, joins him, and pins a star to his vest. There's a silly moment where Krieg sees this and goes to mimick Dulan, but then we remember the barbarian isn't wearing a shirt, so he kind of just stabs it into his pec instead.

Ezra dons a black hat. The tray raises back up into the makeshift rafters.

"What can I get you?" The line is flat and stilted. The human bartender is sporting a thousand-yard stare.

Kreig asks for water, since we've been traveling a while.

"Good choice. Three sasparillas."

Ezra sniffs at the substance this the poor man hands us, which was described as essentially a brownish watered-down apple vinegar. Kreig tries to drink some of it and resists the urge to make a sour face, in an effort to be polite.

While Dulan tries to chat with the barkeep, Ezra wanders away with his cup of swill to survey the rest of the setup. There are more zombies, dressed in western outfits, suspended from the ceiling. For now, the corpses hang inert.

The saloon doors swing open again, and Rahadin stands in the doorway. He's decked out in classy outlaw attire: black leather jacket, black boots adorned with shiny silver spurs, and atop his head is a black cowboy hat. But he still wears a sword on his hip.

He catches Ezra's eye and nods to him. "I don't know how you can stand to drink in here, ol' Dynamite McCoy." The background music and other ambient sounds abruptly cease.

Ezra lifts his glass slightly. "Ale's ale," he says blandly.

"I know what you mean, but I wish they would serve a better class of folk in this establishment."

"What do you mean?" Dulan chimes in.

"I mean that you two," says outlaw Rahadin, addressing deputies Dulan and Kreig, "are scum of the earth."

Dulan plays into it, puffing up his stocky dwarven chest. "I'm the long arm of the law in this town!"

"You won't talk so high and mighty when Gravedigger Jim comes into town." We naturally assume that this is in reference to Strahd.

"Them's fightin' words," Dulan declares, trying to figure out what the end goal of this playacting is supposed to be.

"Gravedigger Jim sent me to tell you, you've got one last chance to leave this town. If you want to see another sunrise, you'd best be gone by high noon."

"The junior deputy and I ain't goin' nowhere," Dulan retorts. "Go find yourself a new town to harrass."

The human bartender interjects lamely, "Now now. I don't want any trouble in here. Take it outside or be done with it."

Rahadin fixes the deputies with a look. "You've been warned."

He's about to leave. But Kreig pipes up. "Well, wait. Why don't we put aside our quarrels and you have a drink with us?" He plops a coin down on the bar. "A round for this... gentleman."

The barkeep pours another drink. Rahadin strides up to the bar and levels Kreig with a look. "You're not going to win me over with a drink, so what's your game, junior deputy?"

"No game, just trying to enjoy my day. It's mighty hot out there, so I figured you could use something to quench your thirst," Kreig says. Rahadin reaches for the glass, but then Kreig adds, "Unless you ain't up for it," in some unfathomable challenge.

At that, Rahadin takes the drink, throws its contents on Kreig, and sets the glass back down on the bar with a decisive thunk.

"Thank you," Kreig says. "I needed that." And pours his own drink over Rahadin's head.

Rahadin steps back, pausing to let the liquid drip off of him. "Thanks," he says dryly, and picks up a chair from a nearby table.

Dulan raises a hand. "Now, the barkeep asked us to take it outside," he says loudly. "This is a civilized place."

With incredible mid-swing restraint, Rahadin merely lays the chair down on its back atop the bar. He tells Dulan, "Your junior deputy would have preferred the chair," and walks out.

"As far as I can tell, you've just invited yourself to a duel," Ezra observes from his place far on the sideline.

"Get your kind out of my town!" Dulan grumbles emphatically, gesturing at Ezra's black hat.

With a pointed look, Ezra sets his own glass down on a table, turns, and walks out after Rahadin.

Outside, wagons have been moved into the road at either end of the set. A couple new cutouts, depicting gangs of tough-looking outlaws, have come into play. And Strahd is there, standing in the middle of it all, dressed in his usual Count attire, but with the addition of a black cowboy hat.

Rahadin reaches into a barrel on the side of the road and starts pulling out hand crossbows. He offers one to Ezra.

Strahd also acknowledges him pleasantly. In his most outlandish Dracula voice, he says, "Good evening, Ezra. You have chosen an interesting part to play today. Welcome to the other side."

Ezra plays it cool. He tips his hat in reply.

Back inside the saloon, the piano music resumes. The zombies in the rafters are lowered down and become vaguely animate. They seem to follow Dulan and Kreig, but do not attack. So Dulan continues to play the game. "You were born in this town," he says, rallying the mock townsfolk. "We will defend this town. No low-down cattle rustlers are going to take it from us!" The zombies grumble and groan in raucous agreement. There are ambient cartoon sounds of bullets loading into chambers, and cylinders spinning, despite a distinct lack of weaponry. A table is flipped on its side and hefted up by zombie arms. Dulan, Kreig, and the unlikely crew huddle behind it like a massive shield.

A hawk cries in the distance.

"Come on out of there, you yellow-bellied cowards!" Strahd calls richly from outside the saloon. "Face Gravedigger Jim!"

Dulan, privately reeling at the absurdity of all this, somehow plays that classic Western sound [wa wa waaa... wheeooo-oo...] to inspire Kreig, who rages as they stomp through the doorway with a gaggle of zombies and a table in front of them.

"Howdy pilgr—Oh no, they're rushing it!" Strahd yells. "Next cue! Next cue!"

Strahd throws his cape aside, and draws out not a crossbow, but an actual, literal hand gun. Something none of our characters have ever seen before. He aims, and just obliterates the head of one of Dulan and Kreig's loaner zombies. The other zombies keep moving, treading over the now mostly-headless corpse.

Kreig advances toward Rahadin, slapping the crossbow from his hand with the flat of his blade. "We can still settle this calmly," he says.

"You should have let me keep the crossbow," Radahin replies coolly. He draws his sword. "And, by the way... this is calm." The man makes three melee attacks.

"Gravedigger Jim!" Dulan improvises, "Unlike your name, you'll be hangin' from that tree, like your father before you!"

As an aside to Rahadin, Strahd comments, "He's totally off-script, but I love the energy."

Ezra takes another puff of his dwindling cigarette, playing the cool observer, letting the bosses handle it. He keeps his eyes trained on the barrel of Strahd's gun.

"You keep my papa out of this," Strahd banters, leveling it at Dulan.

Ezra's eyes flash when he sees the spark. The revolver backfires in a gout of flame that billows back at Strahd's face, igniting his clothing.

Strahd blinks. "Son of a bitch," he remarks. "Rahadin, you warned me, but I really wanted to give it a try."

Kreig attacks Rahadin, who vanishes in a puff of smoke. A molotov cocktail hurtles at Kreig from above, smashing to the ground by his feet. Kreig dives out of the way, glancing up at the trajectory to see Rahadin standing on a makeshift balcony.

Dulan pulls a rope from his pack and ties a lasso. He makes himself invisible.

"Why don't you let me give it a whirl," Ezra offers, extending his hand to Strahd and nodding toward the gun. "Those things can be a bit finicky."

In a miracle of dice rolls, Strahd practically shrugs as he relinquishes the revolver. The fire consuming his sleeve licks Ezra's hand in the exchange. Ezra doesn't flinch. With a breath like blowing out a candle, he extinguishes the flames.

Relieved of the gun, Strahd draws his sword instead. He and Rahadin converge against Kreig, Rahadin flinging a terrifyingly dark rusty dagger at the barbarian from aloft. Together, they take him down. Rahadin remarks, "I told you he would have preferred the chair."

Dulan catches Strahd with the lasso. He pulls on the rope, calling the remaining zombies to help him. "Pull!" he yells.

Strahd topples over. He rolls on the ground a bit, palms up in mock despair. "No! You have captured me! How can this be? I, the great Gravedigger Jim, will go out the same way as my pappy."

"This is why one shouldn't get tangled up in the wrong side of the law," Dulan declares.

Ezra makes his way over to Kreig. Goes to remove the nasty-looking dagger from him, but it falls apart in his hands, disintigrating into nothingness and leaving behind an infectious-looking oozing black wound in Kreig's hide. Ezra carefully burns it away, sparing him his descent into death.

Dulan and Ezra spare a glance at each other, trying to figure out where to go from here.

Rahadin watches the conclusion of the little episode with his elbows propped on the balcony railing, chin resting on a closed fist.

"Oh no, you won," Ezra says lamely.

Dulan leans down to Strahd, still wriggling on the ground. "You have to hang me," Strahd insists.

With aid of the zombies, Dulan sets out to hoist the rope up somewhere nearby. He avoids moving the lasso from Strahd's arms, so Strahd does it for him, positioning it around his own neck like he's adjusting a bowtie.

And then he hangs. He makes a dramatic show of gurgling and going limp.

"And, cut!" he announces, slashing easily through the rope and dropping gracefully back to the ground. "Good work everybody. You really studied the material this time. A marked improvement on your last show. Great work. Get some water, stay hydrated, and... we will move onto the next scene." And with that, he simply walks away.

Strahd makes his exit between two of the building facades. Rahadin turns, too, leaving through a doorway behind him on the balcony. The zombies de-animate and crumple to the ground.

Ezra hurries after Strahd, still intent on gleaning some additional insight. Throughout this encounter, the man has been wholly committed to his act, completely devoid of caution or care, never once breaking character. There's been no trace whatsoever of the Strahd von Zarovich from his own journal, nor their encounter at Yesterhill, nor even Vasili von Holtz. He would truly have to be the most talented actor in the world, or this is a completely different entity. So, who is he really? And why is he wearing Strahd's face?

Strahd is standing with Rahadin by his black carriage, giving him notes. "I think we need to do better next time. They seemed to be a tad confused. Maybe a bit more stagecraft. But they seem to be taking hold, starting to dig into their parts. Fantastic." Rahadin opens the carriage door for him and Strahd steps inside.

Ezra approaches them as Rahadin climbs up to the coachman's place. "Good evening, Ezra," Strahd greets him again. "You made an interesting choice today. I think perhaps you need more practice, but I like this new direction you are taking your character."

Ezra takes off his black hat and sets it on the carriage seat next to Strahd. He touches Strahd's arm. "I said I was here to help," Ezra reminds him, and surreptitiously casts Remove Curse, just to see what it will do.

It does nothing. He can't feel any difference, can see no change in Strahd at all.

Strahd pats Ezra's glowing hand amiably. "Oh, but you seem so hot and clammy. Perhaps you should see a doctor." He settles into the carriage, then, closing the door.

Before they depart, Rahadin leans toward Ezra, regarding him over his shoulder. "There are always more black hats available, should you decide it suits you, Ezra." He flicks the reins, and they're off. The ominous black carriage rolls north, back up the road.

In the background, Dulan had the spirit of the wizard Emari [it's a magic item situation] trail after Ezra. When Ezra returns, Dulan regails the group with the information Emari gleaned from the interaction [Dulan is the only one who can see/hear the wizard's spirit].

When Ezra was speaking with Strahd, Emari said, Strahd's mind was a minefield of incessant cacouphanous screams and wails. And Rahadin's thoughts were shielded completely from detection.

A direct reversal of a previous encounter we'd had with both of them.

#so we concluded that rahadin (this time) was in fact strahd in disguise but what the fuck actually was possibly-rahadin-as-strahd-von-strahd #ezra's shell game theory was well and truly confirmed but we still had no real answers as to how many beans were in play and where #check my pinned post for other campaign tales #cos is actually a western #ezra sunstar #campaign notes #curse of strahd #there's basically no spoilers in this despite its length #this had effectively nothing to do with the module #my dm is insane #i was reeling #this was session 11 #wild wild west #ravenloft #strahd von zarovich #rahadin

[smcadam]

Countdown Campaign 8. Levels of Fantasy

Something, well, some multiple things have been tripping me up while planning my next world, my next campaign. See, if I were to run down a quick lineup of the main… “ingredients”, the fictional inspirations of this world, and rate them on how cool they are, it’d go something like this.

Wild wild west? Cool.

Zombie apocalypse? Cool.

Samurai and Ninjas? Cool

Pirates and Thieves? Cool. 

And those are just the basic level- the “realistic fiction” level, of human beings with steel swords or guns, facing greater threats.

D&D provides a possibility for a more magical, a more fantastical take on these concepts- and in a manner, since I’m perfectly allowing spellcasters, we will have more magic than these inspirations ordinarily would, at least in our party. However, the party does not need to represent the world- you can easily have a game where your players and a few immediate enemies are the most strange and magical people on the planet. 

Do we want to do that?

What if the wild west had magical guns, trains and stranger mounts than horses? What if the zombie apocalypse is necromantic, with strange magics and horrid merged abominations? 

And if we do want to lean into this, how far do we go? 

Now, naturally the enemies, especially as the party progresses, will be packing some tricks. Bad guys are exceptional- they need to make the party seem like underdogs, whether by might, magic or masses, so bad guys will often hang on the higher end of the world’s spectrum for fantasy. 

What about the common people? Villages? Towns? The unexceptional places.

I’m kind of considering this in three levels.

The Mundane

The world is, by and large, not based upon magic or strangeness. Horses are the common mount. Guns run on blackpowder. Machines on coal. A few people know magic, but it is limited in its scope. 

The Enhanced

The world has a mix of magic haphazardly put into it. Horses in some regions are replaced by giant lizards, spiders or automatons. Some weapons use alchemy or bound spells. Magicians are various, and some specialists know a single spell to aid in their work. Vague magics are used by some professional mages.

The Mystical

Civilization is entwined with magic, and it reshapes all life. Summoning and evocation magic fuels machinery, guns and weapons. Horses, if any, are strange and many regions use dinosaurs or greater beasts. Magicians have tight roles and governments have a solid idea of their mechanisms up to 7th level spells. 

Right, options established. And I’m a compromiser. So let’s go for the middle. The average revolver isn’t magical, but enchanted revolver’s exist. Horses will be used, but maybe a dwarf merchant has an ox or spider instead. I really like the idea of trains running on elementals, furnaces ringed with binding spells, and growling primordial voices calling for coal, and roaring whenever the train makes its stop.

#dnd #dndcampaign #western campaign #dnd adventure #worldbuilding

[doubled20spodcast-blog]

🚨FINALE DROPS TOMORROW 🚨

Listen to the finale episode of Shifter’s Ridge Will Never Die over on Spotify or Apple Music, tomorrow 4/11 at 11:59 PM EST.

Aust, Shautha, Gaberielle and Young finally discover what’s behind the disappearances of their beloved townfolks in an intense conclusion to their investigation.

Catch up now on the first seven episodes of season three of Double D20s!

#double d20s #double d20s podcast #doubled20s #doubled20s podcast #wlw #western #dnd podcast #ttrpg podcast #dnd5e #dnd campaign #shautha johnson #aust d’shae #gaberielle #young mayberry #alvaretta faust #shifter’s ridge #shifter’s ridge will never die #queer podcast #bipoc podcast #disabled podcast #fighter dnd #barbarian dnd #gunslinger #cleric dnd #bard dnd #drunken master #Spotify

[captainjonnitkessler]

“Sometimes people online will form an ingroup and an outgroup and will participate in unethical actions to maintain their status in the ingroup . . . and obviously this is a result of their Western/Christian upbringing”

Legitimately are these people not exhausted from constantly reaching so hard to pin the most basic of human flaws and personality traits on whatever nebulous buzzword they’re misusing this month

#they didn't even explain what they think the connection is #they were just like 'ah yes harassment campaigns; obviously the exclusive product of western culture' #same thing happened when people started acting like capitalism invented the concept of being greedy/exploitative #and after The Revolution nobody would ever be greedy again #like we don't have to pathologize literally everything sometimes people just suck okay

[silvcrignis]

ft Albert Wesker™️ @xpricity / @disasters-of-dbd

(Tell the R E A P E R he don’t W A N T it!) {x}

#Source: DONT WANT IT (Lil Nas X) #Western Photography Edit #Veronika Meier #x: Scrapbook #c: Keira #re: Hes My Service Dog! (Albert Wesker) #x: Chaos Creation (Clair Frollo Edit) #x: If I SAY SO Know They Gone Ride! (DONT WANT IT Promo Campaign)