Wet Grandpa

Evey Lockhart

Description

Wet Grandpa don't care to say much, but his brain is always running. (It was that way before, too). Mostly now it plays back his wife's freshly dead eyes and his own terrible drowning. Sadness and fear haunt his living corpse. In his dreams he reaches out and the water listens. In dreams (and unexamined thoughts) he needs others to be like him. And so the river thrashes landward.Wet Grandpa is system neutral/D20 agnostic adventure for however many players you can gather together. In it they will seek dubious treasure, find a village on its last legs, and possibly avert a quite unnatural disaster.

Sujets

• Role-playing

Informations

• Publié par: Distributed by eBookpartnership
• Date de parution: 01 avril 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781914319150
• Langue: English

Extrait

To the nervous, the tired, the weird, the dejected, the disappointed, the perverse, the subjugated, the bored, the broken: This is your playground. Behave as you wish.

Copyright 2017 Evey Lockhart, Anxy.
This product is an independent production of the Melsonian Arts Council ( www.melsonia.com ).
Redistributing without prior written consent prohibited. All authors retain the right to be identified as such. In all cases this notice must remain intact.
Written By:
Evey Lockhart Art By:
Anxy Editing By:
Jarrett Crader
Layout Maps By:
Corey Brin
Christian Kessler
Playtesters:
Anxy
Gayle Eidschun
Drunk JarrBear
Laura Mckinney
Abi Marchese
Mikey Buchanan
Contents
Introductions
Fatfish: the Nearest Town
Survivors
A Brief Timeline of Fatfish
Mudwater Naiads and Their Many Treasures
The Naiads Treasury
Jedlin
If Jedlin is Not Destroyed
The Tolling Kids
A man with crooked teeth hangs about the alewife s garden. He sells copies of a treasure map obtained from an estate sale. They re crudely printed by hand, from a wooden block onto scraps of canvas.
With breath like onions and soured beer, he says no one as yet has claimed the treasure.
Or at least ain t nobody made it back alive, the fellow often chortles without mirth.
Most folks reckon that symbol means F ATFISH V ILLAGE , bout two weeks upstream, along the river W HEY .
Jedlin Tolling was a quiet man, always working, never in a hurry. He busied himself each day, dawn to dusk, with nary a break at all. Buildings needed mending. Fish traps needed pulled, set, and baited. Gardens needed tending. Children needed minding.
Though infertile, Brigit Jedlin Tolling boasted one dozen fine children. They lived on an island, in a river, at the very edge of a vast and unmanageable wilderness the sort of land that called to scofflaws, second sons, and the starving desperate of all stripes.
This sort of land bred orphans, and word spread of a kindly older couple forever willing to adopt.