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I've had a campaign idea for a while where the party chases after a monster/demon that's taken the appearance of a giant fox and they have to hunt it down or trap it, I'm unsure of how to run it as of now, but any ideas are appreciated!

Monster Hunt: The Smoke-Tailed Fox 

“Listen, the magistrates are already at eachother’s throats as how to classify this mess....  Is it grave robbing if the victim wasn’t buried yet? Is it attempted regicide if she was already dead?  All I know is that the court’s willing to pay extra to see this over and done with as soon as possible”

-Roderik Tull, Bounty Officer. 

Adventure Hooks: 

The Funeral procession of the recently departed queen was attacked while on its way to the royal sepulcher for last rites and entombment. While not even the most desperate bandits would attempt this daring feat, the honor guard present were unprepared to deal with the appearance of a tremendous white fox that emerged from the forest to strike their caravan with lightning-quick speed.  Throwing the defenders aside, the fox beast sundered the wagon carrying the queen’s body and savagely mauled the body with one of its claws. Witnesses report seeing the fox “drinking” an unearthly light from the royal remains before taking off once again into the woods. Everyone is pretty sure this is a bad omen, but few can agree exactly what it portends. 

Burial rights within the kingdom involve the priests invoking various rituals in order to “sign” which deity has taken up the departed soul, usually this is a chance for the gods to speak, and provide veiled commentary on the life of the lost, but upon the attempted buriel of the queen, it appears as if none of the gods have claimed her. People have begun to whisper that the Fox-beast stole their monarch’s soul, which again.. can’t mean anything good for the fate of the kingdom. 

Hunters going after the fox have reported that the woods it fled into have become a haze choked labrynth, with even the most well trod paths suddenly becoming winding meandering things that don’t lead you to their customary exits. A trapper fears for her partner who’s been lost out there for a few days, caught out in the woods when the Fox decided to lay down it’s curse.. or whatever type of spell it’s woven over the landscape. 

Setup:  Though Psychopomps come in many forms, they are all spirits preoccupied with shepherding mortal souls to the afterlife, ensuring that they do not tarry on among the living become ghosts. While some peruse this task with a solemn determination,  and others with a warmhearted cheer,  these entities help to maintain the balance of the cosmos, and ensure that the shades of the departed do not overwhelm their descendants. 

What happens then, when a Psychopomp abandons their duty? This is what happened to Ruvo, a vulpine steward of the dead who was sent to watch over the ailing health of the queen. Taking the form of a simple grey fox or unremarkable house servent, Ruvo watched over the queen as she spent her last remaining months tending to her gardens, never tarrying to far from her side lest her frail old body finally give out.  Newly appointed to this grim task, and not yet assigned to watch over the soul of one yet to perish, Ruvo developed a fondness for the resilient monarch,  which over time grew to a protective attachment as he cared for the woman who he was eventually supposed to escort off the mortal coil. 

The fox-spirit has made off with the queen’s soul, emotionally paralyzed at the thought of his “ friend” leaving him and perhaps fading away forever. Now perused by hunters, royal guard, and agents of whatever death deity he shirked in the queen’s favor, Ruvo has hidden the two of them away in an isolated spot in the forest, shrouding the surroundings in magic and hoping the whole mess will blow over if he just stays hiding long enough. 

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What are some ttrpg's on your game wish list? Ones that you'd want to play or plan to play (or maybe don't have time to). also as a side note your love for ttrpg's fills me with a lot of joy and reminds me why they're so special! : )

Inevitable: COWBOY KNIGHTS TRAGEDY this is number one i wanna play this so bad with a crew who will watch a few anti-westerns and arthurian films beforehand and fully commit to the tragedy aspect (big bold decisions if you know it ends in tragedy!) oh my god this specific flavor of game appeals to me a little too specifically

some kind of horror game. VTM, Curse of Strahd, Shadow of the Demon Lord, Call of Cthulhu, whatever lends itself to horror well. the horror genre is one of my favorites and i would so be down to play some good horror!!

MASKS as a PC!

and always more dnd.

uhhh I'm sure there would be other things but I don't know many ttrpgs off the top of my head. quite like ttrpgs. would very much like to play more. especially with a group of artists who will post dodoles and songs that remind them of characters and talk about them throughout the week and do psychological deep dives and theorize about the story and themes and and and

Settlement: The Flamefond peaks of Promtharra

“Fire is and always has been the mortal element. Like us it breathes, it eats, it flares and flourishes and dies. We Understand one another, and we smiths of Promtharra understand that better than most.” 

Setup: Built around a number of free flowing volcanic crests, the scattered villages, spires, and foundries collectively known as Promtharra are famous the world over for their artisans. A powerful layline of primeval magic runs through the region, allowing their culture to develop a deep understanding of its elemental nature without fear of being burned or buried in a sudden, cataclysmic eruption. 

More than simple trade secrets, what sets those who learn their craft in Promtharra apart is their practice of shamanistic-smithing, an art of communing with the elements involved in a particular work to go beyond shaping it physically and begin to affect it on a metaphysical level. In this way the Promtharrans are able to make unbreakable armor without the need for costly adamantine, or create blades that retain the heat of the forge for years withouth losing any of their solidity or edge. 

While the skill of their hands has ensured the people of Promtharra exist in relative comfort ( living atop a mountain that alternates between burning and freezing does give itself over to a degree of ruggedness), their isolation and virtual independence is due to the compact they have with the dragons that live in the region. Rather than fighting for territory or control, the dragons and the people strive together for the benefit of their collective home, often working side by side in the forges, or venturing out together on hunts. Legends surrounding the mountains often include moments where on the eve of a great and fateful battle or trial, a messenger from the Flamefond peaks arrives on dragon-wing to present the hero with some life-saving weapon or tool. 

Adventure Hooks: 

If the party seek something mythical repaired or sundered, Promtharra is a good place to start. Between the cumulative skills of generations of smiths and “chucking it in a volcano”, the full spectrum of creation and destruction is available. Of those who could aid in this task, “Reiko Winterschilde” is the fist name on anybody’s lips:  a masterful smith with an undeniably strong connection to the elements, but Reiko has recently fallen into a desperate spiral of depression and worry. After her son accepted the invocation of a foreign ruler to act as his master artisan, the two communicated back and forth for months as the younger Winderschilde grew accustomed to his new position. It has been a year since the last message, it has been nearly half a year since the last message, and the master-smith is half dead with concern. If the party can find out what happened to the wayward journeyman, Reiko will ensure that they are well equipped and may even tutor the party’s crafter in the fundamentals of her shamanic practice. 

While in the region, they may be approached by an agent of the draconic historian Ilzaadorant, a collector of interesting trinkets and historical curios who may offer to buy any of the artifacts they’ve collected in their travels. A shameless bookwyrm, Ilzaadorant ( Or “Izzy” as the locals call him) is interested in mementos of far of and long forgotten culture, and pulls double duty as a merchant of magic items, swapping more curious oddities for “boring” practicalities the adventurers may find useful.   Given that he can’t fly out to the largest settlements without getting shot out of the sky as a feral drake, Ilzaadorant is willing to recruit the party as his gobetweens,

The grand peaks of Promtharra are carved into spires and cathederasls of volcanic stone, with channels, aqueducts, and even fountains constructed to properly bleed off the ever molten blood of the mountains. Most of structures are occupied by the dragonbroods, or by pyromancers seeking a more palpable connection with their element, but others lay abandoned to structural instability or uncontrollable lava flow. These derilict towers are begging for exploration, though an adventurous party will need to be cautious. Rogue elementals and feral dragon-kin are not the only dangers, as too much damage to the wrong wall could have the chamber filled with scalding steam or see the entire dungeon begin to flood with lava from the top down. 

THINKING ABOUT the merging of sailors and ship that takes place in the act of sailing & how the ship becomes more and more human and the sailors become more and more mechanism until at some point it perfectly evens out & their bodies are enmeshed to the point there’s one great seamless living Body with many parts. thinking about how if it’s a warship the wood of the ship is absorbing the blood and sweat and tears of the sailors and the sailors are likewise absorbing elements of the ship. thinking about how they’ve both got ribs

Intrigue: Baroness  Magali Turcas, Lady of the Court and Daughter of The King’s justice.

“You know why I brought you here? Because you’re a nobody, and I admire that.  If you were a somebody around this court it invariably means that my father or his father tortured someone very important to you, and that means you’d be to intimidated by me to engage in conversation. Are you intimidated by me? Good, go and fetch us some drinks and I’ll tell you everyone’s dirty little secrets.”

All great courts employ torturers and executioners, but it’s only the cruellest of monarchs who have such need of these grim servants that they’d grant them lands and titles.

Such was the case for the Turcas family, simple but loyal jailers who found themselves elevated when during an attempted palace coup, their patriarch helped prevent the escape of the King’s leading political rival, thereby stifling the nascent rebellion, and preventing a civil war.

Magail Turcas grew up the beneficiary of her father’s windfall, educated along with the children of the court as befitted a young lady of nobility, but was continually excluded due to her family’s infamous reputation. Ever the outsider, Magali became a gossip and rumormonger, exposing the secret weaknesses of her rivals and dismantling reputations with the same vicious practicality that her forebears used to dismantle bodies.

Adventure Hooks

With the old king dying and an executioner sized ax to grind, Magali looks to cement her position as an indispensable fixture of the court, leveraging her web of informants and proxies into an actual spy network. Becoming master of whispers isn’t going to be easy, and she seeks competent agents who don’t mind digging up dirt or slinging mud on her behalf.

Having earned an enemy among the member of nobility, the party is approached by Baroness Magali after they’ve been backed into a corner: Bounties on their head, thrown into prison, assassins out for their blood. Magali offers to remove these obstructions, along with promises of financial and social assistance, provided they’re willing to help her destroy the antagonistic noble, and take public credit for their downfall.

Investigating a crime, the party comes across evidence that an otherwise inconspicuous servant was observing the proceedings and sending coded messages to an unknown benefactor. Breaking the code could provide vital information, but the servant is one of Magali’s loyal spies, and will not betray his mistress, even under threat of violence. IF the party wants this shortcut in their cimesolving escapades, they’ll need to broker a meeting with the would-be spymaster, and perhaps put themselves in her debt in exchange for some much needed clues.

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Writing Angry Scenes: Tips to Avoid Melodrama and Make It Real

Anger can be one of the most intense, relatable emotions to read—and one of the trickiest to write. When handled well, an angry scene can pull readers deep into the emotional world of a character, building tension and driving the story forward. But when handled poorly, anger can easily slip into melodrama, making the character’s feelings seem overblown, forced, or even cringe-worthy.

So how can you avoid these pitfalls and write anger that feels real and compelling? Here are some tips to make angry scenes powerful without overdoing it.

1. Understand What Fuels Your Character’s Anger

To write anger authentically, you need to understand its roots. People get angry for complex reasons—fear, frustration, betrayal, grief, and even love. Ask yourself what’s truly driving your character’s anger. Are they afraid of losing control? Do they feel abandoned or misunderstood? Are they hurt by someone they trusted? Anger rarely exists in isolation, so dig into the deeper emotions fueling it.

When you understand the core reasons behind a character’s anger, you can weave those nuances into the scene, making the anger more relatable and layered. Readers will feel the depth of the character's rage, not just the surface heat of it.

2. Show, Don’t Tell—But Don’t Overdo It

“Show, don’t tell” is classic writing advice, but it’s especially crucial in angry scenes. Don’t rely on generic phrases like “She was furious” or “He clenched his fists in anger.” Instead, look for unique ways to convey how this specific character experiences anger. Maybe their voice drops to a deadly calm, or their eyes narrow in a way that makes everyone around them uncomfortable.

That said, showing too much can backfire, especially with exaggerated descriptions. Over-the-top body language, excessive shouting, or too many “flaring nostrils” can tip the scene into melodrama. Use body language and physical cues sparingly and mix them with subtler reactions for a more realistic portrayal.

3. Use Dialogue to Reveal Hidden Layers

People rarely say exactly what they feel, especially when they’re angry. Angry dialogue isn’t just about yelling or throwing out insults; it’s an opportunity to show the character’s deeper thoughts and vulnerabilities.

Consider using controlled, icy responses or unexpected silences. Maybe your character says something hurtful in a low voice rather than screaming. They might express sarcasm, avoidance, or even laugh at the wrong moment. Anger often carries hidden layers, and using these nuances can help your character’s dialogue feel genuine, even haunting, without falling into dramatic clichés.

4. Control the Pacing of the Scene

The pacing of an angry scene can be the difference between a powerful moment and a melodramatic one. In real life, anger doesn’t always erupt instantly; it can simmer, spike, or deflate depending on the situation and the character’s personality. Experiment with different pacing techniques to create tension.

You might build the anger slowly, with small signs that something’s brewing. Or maybe the character explodes suddenly, only to calm down just as quickly, leaving a chill in the air. Controlling the pace helps you control the reader’s emotional engagement, drawing them in without overwhelming them.

5. Avoid Clichéd Expressions and Overused Reactions

When writing anger, avoid falling back on clichés like “seeing red,” “boiling with rage,” or “blood boiling.” These phrases have been overused to the point that they lose their impact. Instead, get creative and think about how your character’s anger might feel specifically to them.

Maybe their skin feels prickly, or their jaw aches from clenching it. Think about details that are unique to the character and to the moment. By focusing on small, unique sensory details, you’ll help readers feel the anger rather than just reading about it.

6. Let the Setting Reflect the Emotion

The setting can be an effective tool to amplify a character’s anger without overstating it. Small details in the environment—such as the hum of a refrigerator, the slow ticking of a clock, or the distant sounds of laughter—can create a sense of contrast or isolation that heightens the character’s rage.

For example, imagine a character seething in a peaceful park or a quiet library. The calm of the surroundings can make their anger feel more potent. Or maybe they’re in a crowded, noisy room where they feel unseen and unheard, which fuels their frustration further. This use of setting can add depth to the scene without the need for dramatic gestures.

7. Let Consequences Speak for Themselves

An effective way to avoid melodrama is to let the consequences of the anger show its intensity. Characters don’t always have to yell or physically react; sometimes, a single choice can convey more than any outburst.

Perhaps your character cuts off a close friend or says something they can’t take back. Maybe they throw away a meaningful object or walk out in silence. By focusing on the consequences of their anger, you can reveal the impact without over-explaining it.

8. Let the Emotion Simmer After the Scene Ends

Anger is rarely resolved in a single moment, and its effects often linger. When writing an angry scene, think about how it will affect your character moving forward. Are they holding onto grudges? Do they feel guilty or exhausted afterward? Does their anger transform into something else, like sadness or regret?

Allowing the anger to simmer in your character’s mind even after the scene ends creates a more authentic and layered portrayal. It shows that anger is complex and doesn’t just disappear the moment the scene is over, adding emotional weight to both the character and the story.

Dungeon: The Howling Mine

Adventure hooks: 

Deep beneath the earth, Miners seeking to find a new vein of ore in an old mine instead open a fissure and release a howling wind that seems as if it came from the very heart of winter. Our heroes overhear such a rumor while traveling, and should they investigate, they will find the mine has been evacuated as the chill has sealed off many of the tunnels with ice and threatened to freeze the miners where they stood. 

If the party neglects the call to adventure, they will later on hear tell that the whole region around the mine has been blanketed with unseasonable snow and that the town elders are looking for folk with wits in their heads and courage in their hearts to suss out the source of this catastrophe. 

Lore: What the miners actually discovered was infact the long buried tomb of a frost giant warcheif. Though the giants were long driven out of these lands, the tomb remained, buried by the slow settling of the mountains but still sturdy with the blessings of departed giant sages. Within the innermost halls of this tomb is a massive rune carved horn taken from the skull of a white dragon and capped with electrum, sitting upon an altar heaped with plunder.   This horn was crafted by the warcheif as tribute to her ancestors, and it is their magic which blows through it to this day, summoning the ghost of the north wind to echo through the tomb for all time. 

Challenges: 

Though the party may have some experience delving abandoned tunnels and other such dungeons, the howling mine bares the added threats of a journey through the very worst of winter terrain: The constant wind muffles conversation and snuffs exposed flame, ice and snowdrifts block passages and obscure threats, and the creeping chill threatens to sap the life from the party’s bones should they attempt to rest without first finding shelter. 

The cold has caused many subterranean threats to go berserk, forcing burrowing monsters and cavedwelling life into the party’s path. Likewise, the unchecked elemental magic of the horn has manifested several merphits and other monsters of ice into the tombhalls themselves, to say nothing of the traps and wards that they might encounter there. 

A party that decides to brave the tomb, rather than just sealing it off will eventually discover the warcheif’s body, interred in a casket of ice along with her glittering raiment, weapons, and choicest plunder. Should the party desecrate her resting place they will slowly come to learn that the ice giants had little sympathy for grave robbers, seeing them as cowards taking unearned plunder. A curse will follow them forever after, bringing with it miserable weather, tireless and daunting foes, and a lingering chill that strikes at the very worst of opportunities. The only way to break this curse is to enlist the aid of a powerful caster, perhaps even seeking out a frost giant shaman. 

Cursed Jewelry! Remember, canonically Identify doesn’t pick up curses, so have fun tricking your players into getting cursed. <3