I'm still getting settled into my new home, new job, and let's face it, new life, but I wanted to share something with you all that I see every day on my drive to work:
Graymoor either lies to the southwest of the Egg of Coot or exists in a parallel plane of existence. In either case, it is a land where sword & sorcery meets film noir. A land of shadows and mist, conspiracies, paranoia, trench-coated adventurers, and sultry femme-fatales. Sounds like the perfect cure for the high fantasy blues!
Or, it's a lonely county along the Atlantic coast (on either side of the pond), where the waves crash against the jagged rocks, crumbling manors cling precariously to the edge of cliffs, and the nights are broken by the sound of screams or howls that may not be animal in origin.
That's awesome. Thanks for sharing it!
That is so cool! I love it when you see things like this. I was in the mall a couple of weeks ago and ran smack into a greyhawk Rv....
Nice! I keep a list of cool names I come across in my daily travels - places, people, street names, that sort of thing - that I think would be great to use in my campaigns. I'm definitely adding this to the list!
Given the alien/tech elements found in Blackmoor, recommended reading/viewing is to include the Martian stories of Leigh Brackett, as well as any gangster films she scripted... and maybe that episode of the Clone Wars where Sy Snootles does her "who ever would suspect little old me of doing a bounty hunter's job" act in Jabba's palace...
I think you just convinced me to use Blackmoor as a homebase, with NPCs based on Star Wars bounty hunters and crimelords, if I ever try running Greyhawk again ;)
Somewhere there must be a "Blackhawk?"
Back when Gary and Dave were still alive (and there was an active debate in which people thought you had to support either "Dave" or "Gary" as the creator of D&D), I thought it might be "neat" to have 2 old lords with nearly ruined castles located right next to each other. They had once been friends but now hated each other bitterly due to some half remembered insult, like medieval Hatfields and McCoys, and sent their diminishing numbers of followers out against the other in suicide attacks. If players showed up at the castles, both lords would seek to recruit the players, shouting insults at the other lord from their castle parapets while half-starved men-at-arms shot arrows at each other. The names of the castles were Greymoor and Blackhawk. I then decided this was a really dumb idea and tossed it on the trash heap with all of the others.
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