*Ding!* Kentucky Blue Clay drums his fingers against the counter and bounces impatiently on the balls of his feet. Normally, he’d browse the shop while he waited, checking out the latest acquisitions from across history. Not today. Today he’s too[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Attention: we’ve got ya surrounded! Kindly lay down yer arms, and one ‘a my agents will be along shortly to take ya into custody!” The guy in the jade robes and the weird hat cackles a response. “Minions, to me!”[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“A gig’s a gig.” It’s become her mantra lately. A reminder that, even if the circumstances aren’t quite what she’d hoped for, at least she’s working. She’s making a living doing what she loves. Okay, so she’s actually making a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Day six-hundred eighty-five, at least by my reckoning. The days bleed together in this seabound purgatory; the jaundiced skies above give no indication of the passage of time. No sun, no moon, just eternal, cloudless yellow. A man’s belly should[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Jack Bishop sets a cup of water on the table and sits down opposite his prisoner. He smiles. “We know you sold the artifact, Boyd,” he says. “Its necromantic signature is splattered all over your shop.” He leans in close,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Cue the theme song! “I used to be like you. I know what it’s like on the frontlines. The burns. The spills. The super-rude customers. All the hazards of the java jockey lifestyle. That used to be my life too,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Last Fall we sent out a bunch of playtesting packets for Demon Hunters: A Comedy of Terrors. We got some good feedback. We got something else too. Robin Chadwick, one of our playtesters, in addition to a bunch of useful[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
