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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

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zacharyxbinks:

Messin’ around with color palettes and finally colored this future-motorcycle-mecha-thing-lady I finished a few months ago! Now that I’ve wrapped-up a few projects I finally had time to actually work on it! Anyway, not much else to say here, just drawing a few of my favorite things.

zacharyxbinks:

Messin’ around with color palettes and finally colored this future-motorcycle-mecha-thing-lady I finished a few months ago! Now that I’ve wrapped-up a few projects I finally had time to actually work on it! Anyway, not much else to say here, just drawing a few of my favorite things.

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The Game Of Secrets

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morivan:

One of my favorite things to do when I used to DM games, back before I moved out of Florida originally, was the Game of Secrets. And the Game Of Secrets was basically where I would go through a party and one at a time, I’d pull them aside and quietly whisper to a player.

"You have died. Three weeks ago, you died in the forest, murdered by bandits and left to die. The next morning, you awoke, stripped for bare. When you tracked the thieves, they were so terrified by your presence, flawless and restored, that they turned and ran, leaving behind your goods and a great deal more. Go add 100g, a free tent, two sleep rolls and a weeks worth of road rations to your sheet."

"Your body was not originally yours. You know your prior life, but very little of the body’s. The night you rose from a mage’s slab, you were overcome with a ravenous fury, and your hands flew of their own regard, wringing the life from the wizard’s throat before you could get a word across. All you know is that others are looking for you. Add 1 endurance to your sheet, and give yourself two ranks in Hide and Move Silently."

"When you were very young, no older than eleven, you were attacked. You don’t remember his face, but you remember fear. The kind of fear you can’t vocalize. From there, you remember nothing, except that you roused several days later in an abbey, wearing burlap clothes in the care of druidic priestesses. When you ask where you are, they tell you that you were one of few survivors of your town, which was destroyed by a dragon."

And some, of course were less violent, but I found that, for D&D especially, less violent, less likely the players would follow up on it. Like, ooh, I have a shiny thing my dad gave me, I guess I’ll sell it if I need gold or whatever. But they didn’t care as much about those. But this is great to do for your players, because they’ll have something to look for. Something to quest for. And while I’ve heard a lot of people talk up about those less violent ones, my experience with players has always been sorta lukewarm.

What happened to my old body? Why am I alive? Where did the dragon come from, where did it go, and where are the other survivors?

It’s good stuff.

Wow yes hello, let’s make it a round of creepy backstories, one for everyone at the table thanks

…Man, I forgot about this post. But this was a good one.

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