Ruminations of a Bronze Age Nerd

A Steel Hand is a totally badass prosthetic but is it really practical?

The Last Decree of Ban-Fayan

“I will not do this thing.”
“You will. It is my decree as princess of Shu-Chen. It is your mandate to comply.”
Thus was the exchange between two women who occupied the opulent throne room of the royal palace of Shu-chen.

Ruminations of a Bronze Age Gamer part 3

The fighter and wizard already knew Indel was behind the door, but that ass.

The Grasping Coils

Prologue 

    The dark, bald-pated man finished encircling himself and a companion in a ring of rock salt, his saffron robes stained with sweat. In one hand he grasped a black candle, in the other an obscenely formed mandrake root. Wetting his dry lips he turned to his compatriot, a swarthy, mustachioed man clad in black silken finery.

Meanwhile in an alternate Universe

Too bad the show only lasted one season.

Ruminations of a Bronze Age Gamer part 2

Having your pelvis crushed by a giant sea serpent:
  11 hit points
Being rescued by a super hot warrior chick in a chainmail crop top and wet tshirt:
 PRICELESS

Fifteen Thousand Years Hence.

    It is said the Ancients, in their hubris, split the world with the fires of their sorcery, angering and drawing forth the Old Gods who slept beneath the mountains, the waves, the ice.

    Others have it that the Ancients, in their loneliness, called out to the cosmic gulfs in friendship, only to summon doom from the maddening spaces between space.

    Whatever the cause, the Ancients and their works were thrown down, and the seas swallowed old lands and vomited up new ones, and things long dead lived again.