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I See Nothing But Dead People: The Ghostspeaker Wizard Sublcass
Xubachithl looked at the restrained wizard in front of him as he completed the ritual. The mage had secured his defenses with his physical presence; his body was his passkey. In moments, he would wear the mage’s skin as his own while the mage’s soul was trapped in the jar before him; the mage’s bastion would be his. Undead swarmed around them, the mage’s servants trying to rescue him, but as long as they were within the circle, he was safe. He had already animated some zombies to act as a distraction, but they were long gone.
By Jamais Jochim20 days ago in Gamers
Knights of the Old Republic II
A long time ago, on a writing platform far, far away, I wrote a review for Knights of the Old Republic. It was part of my Star Wars content for May 2024. My final verdict on that one was that it was great fun. It wasn't perfect, but I had a great time playing it. Now, it's time to look at the sequel - yes, there's a sequel.
By Greg Seebregts20 days ago in Gamers
The Spirit of Giving: A Warlock for the Far North
Ivan smirked. The barbarian punched him and he barely felt it. He punched him back, sending him back a good five feet. The barbarian charged, but Ivan twinkled his nose, disappearing in a puff of smoke and appearing behind him, looking a little more refreshed. He then hit the barbarian with a club he had himself made, with a lovely grip and a large clobbering end. The barbarian fell to the ground and didn’t get up. Ivan walked outside to a waiting sled, pulled by four glowing reindeer. “Tell him this is my region, but I’d love to drink with him!” Getting into the sleigh, he jerked the reins and flew off into the night.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Gamers
The Spirit of Giving: A Warlock for the Far North
Ivan smirked. The barbarian punched him and he barely felt it. He punched him back, sending him back a good five feet. The barbarian charged, but Ivan twinkled his nose, disappearing in a puff of smoke and appearing behind him, looking a little more refreshed. He then hit the barbarian with a club he had himself made, with a lovely grip and a large clobbering end. The barbarian fell to the ground and didn’t get up. Ivan walked outside to a waiting sled, pulled by four glowing reindeer. “Tell him this is my region, but I’d love to drink with him!” Getting into the sleigh, he jerked the reins and flew off into the night.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Gamers
The Nature Spirit Patron: When Warlocks Go Back to Nature
Thibalt hated when Oxnard and his band arrived in the woods. He would of course offer to be their guide, but only because his presence kept damage from the barbarian’s predatory instincts. This case was different: Oxnard had, unsurprisingly, ticked off a platoon of mercenaries, and so they were looking for help getting away from them. He sighed. Over the next few days, he made sure that they left no tracks due to his connection with the woods, talking them down from attacking non-hostile animals (which saved their lives multiple times, considering how any bears seemed to be about), and was able to negotiate help from plants to hide the barbarians.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Gamers
The Malfunctioning Inevitable
The hoard of terrible creatures roiled from the buildings, horns and thorns rising from their smoldering flesh. The demons hissed and roared, snarled and clawed, burning saliva dripping from their maws as they sought prey to rend and tear.
By Neal Litherlandabout a month ago in Gamers











