Anxious Mimic: Undead Whales and Pirate Necromancers
"I bin trawlin' these waters since I was a wee little scamp, even younger than you, ya grimy landlubber. I thought that nothin' could shock ...| anxiousmimic.blogspot.com
Going off the revived Cloak and Sword bandwagon.| Anxious Mimic
"I bin trawlin' these waters since I was a wee little scamp, even younger than you, ya grimy landlubber. I thought that nothin' could shock ...| anxiousmimic.blogspot.com
The sages say no devil from The Realm Beneath is born with a name. A name is an imposition of language and will, but it is also a gift that grants the same. Giving a name to a child is the end of the forging process that creates a person. | Anxious Mimic
Questing Knight| Anxious Mimic
Found Doll | Anxious Mimic
Whales are weird | Anxious Mimic
Three hundred years ago, a colony of miners vanished off the face of the earth.| Anxious Mimic
Gerag, Knight of the Oath, and defender of the common people, stood ready as the hoards of undead assailed him. He laughed as their claws fa...| anxiousmimic.blogspot.com
Think of a 'bad wizard.' They're a necromancer, right? Maybe a rat mage, a pyromancer, or a witch. Now think of a 'good wizard.' Light mag...| anxiousmimic.blogspot.com
This is a spiritual successor to my last post , which people seemed to like for some reason (thanks, by the way! That was my most viewed ...| anxiousmimic.blogspot.com
A thousand years ago, they conquered death. An army of Ikuna, three million strong, marched to the gates of the Last Fortress, to war with t...| anxiousmimic.blogspot.com
Three hundred years ago, a colony of miners vanished off the face of the earth. Their superiors chalked it up as a tunnel collapse, and se...| anxiousmimic.blogspot.com
Humans and the Ascended Imagine a baby bird. Featherless, unable to fly, confined to a little stick structure, being fed caterpillars on a...| anxiousmimic.blogspot.com
Part of the GLOG Cursed Challenge| Anxious Mimic
I made a pay-what-you-want game about the last days of elven civilization. Check it out!| Anxious Mimic
Check it out, I made a magic parasite| Anxious Mimic
Note: I haven't written it yet because I'm lazy, but this class | Anxious Mimic
“Healing magic isn’t clean. Not by a long shot. Magic is messy and unpredictable, despite being (technically) a science. When you heal someone, you aren’t putting your hands on them and saying the magic words and they’re all better. You’re taking the two ragged ends of the wound and convincing the person’s body to accept them. Or cauterizing an injury with your bare hands. Or just telling death to fuck off. It sucks.”| Anxious Mimic
This is a small, simple area/adventure you can plop into your campaign wherever. It works best in a northern swamp, boggy and cold. It is shown here in a hexmap format. It uses the silver piece standard, so if you're using D&D or something, just convert all cash to gold.| Anxious Mimic
A History of Death| Anxious Mimic
Four hundred years ago, the Children's crusade began, starting 'the Year of Nightmares.'| Anxious Mimic
They live in the dark cupboards, the cracks between the walls, and under your bed. They eat your food, and you don't see them. Your cat dies after catching a mouse, and you never suspect it might have been poisoned.| Anxious Mimic
