Games Logs

The fight continues in the subterranean room beneath the ruins of the Burgomaster of Berez's home. In front of the demonic shrine, the enormous, rubbery bulk of the moralith turns, its eye pits fixing on Shifty. The thing begins to speak without a mouth, straight into the kobold's mind. It offers strange gifts of insects and worse. Shifty refuses the offering. The moralith does not take refusal well. Its tentacle lashes out, gripping Shifty like a thick, tightening wet rope.

The Ulrich Mansion settles with creaks and sighs, the buzzing of insects stifled by its thick walls. The party rests on musty straw mattresses in the abandoned guards' quarters, trying to recover strength and arcane energy. Four in the afternoon becomes six becomes dusk. Pinecone, who took the worst of the ghast's attention at the churchyard burial of Maartin, is finally resting comfortably but still very weak. He noses at Soulfire's hand and settles onto the bed besi

The armored truck grinds to a halt before the gates at the threshold of Stygia, its engine ticking in the oppressive heat. The vehicle sits angled toward the entrance, its metal hull still radiating warmth from their passage through Phlegethos. Four horned devils slouch near the checkpoint, their scaled hides gleaming dully in the hellish light. They carry themselves with the dangerous indifference of bored predators—surly, restless, looking for any excuse to break the monoto

This is the second part of a deep dive into tabletop role playing games (TTRPGs) built for or appropriate for younger kid players. If you...