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My Next Novel: Escaping from a Bad D&D Campaign
And by “bad,” of course I mean “awesome.” I’ve written before about how Dungeons & Dragons was a pretty important part of my adolescence. Not only did it prod me out of my introverted shell and entice me to interact with a few close friends, it stoked an interest in mythology, fantasy, and adventure that continues to this day.
But let’s face it: Old-school D&D as played by über-nerdy teenagers was usually a hot mess—a glorious hot mess, but a hot mess all the same. If you were first exposed to D&D in the 70s or early 80s, and that corresponded to your junior high or high school years, you know of which I speak. What I mean is that some of the tropes of D&D are a bit unconventional, even within the fantasy genre. For example…
There are Loads and Loads of “Races”
D&D has always been a fantasy kitchen sink. That’s part of its charm. Beings from Norse and Arthurian mythology rub elbows with creatures from ancient Greece, China, the Middle East, and realms even further afield. Add to that the creatures that sprung like Athena fully formed from the minds of Gary Gygax and company.
That diversity extends to the humanoid fantasy “races” found in the game. (I’ve explained before that I don’t care for the terminology of fantasy “races.” But I’m using the term here so you know what I’m talking about.) At first, if you didn’t want to play as a human, your choices were elf, dwarf, or hobbit—the latter quickly adjusted to halfling when the Tolkien estate <ahem> took exception to TSR’s use of the term. It was only a matter of time before half-elves were added. Then came half-orcs, gnomes, various sub-classes of elves, and even more fanciful creatures. And if you look at the intelligent monsters that aren’t (usually) permitted as player classes, you’ve got to add goblins, kobolds, gnolls, lizard men, nymphs and satyrs, giants, dragons, an assortment of demons and devils…you get the idea.
I heard somewhere that Gary Gygax literally couldn’t conceive of why everybody didn’t want to play a plain vanilla human fighter. That’s why those early editions put caps on how high non-humans could advance in levels: he wanted non-humans to be rare!
Soon, however, humans effectively became the minority, if not in the campaign setting then at least in the makeup of the average adventuring party. (Fair play compels me to acknowledge that the Fellowship of the Ring consisted of four hobbits, an elf, a dwarf, a quasi-angelic being, and only two humans!) (Snark compels me to acknowledge that the only thing rarer than Men in LOTR was Women.)
Magic Is Everywhere
I’m pretty sure that every member of my old D&D group operated under the assumption that, if an item existed in the rule books, it was bound to exist somewhere in the campaign setting. Half the point of playing D&D was accumulating the most whiz-bang magical goodies: flaming swords, enchanted armor, various and sundry wands, staves, rings, and potions. And these were the good old days where you could wander into any fair-sized city and find a “magic shop” where some of these items were even available off the shelf.
And this is before considering the vast supernatural powers most player-characters could wield. From the beginning until today, decent D&D parties always have at least one or two decent spell-casters. The parties that don’t tend not to survive for very long, because even if the players don’t have access to spells, you can bet the bad guys do!
But even the non-spell-casting types are usually capable of physics-defying feats of strength, stealth, endurance, or what have you. And don’t get me started on psionics! In short, the genre of D&D has always favored larger-than-life heroes with access to powers and abilities far beyond those of mortals. (Seems I’ve heard that line before…) In the early days when I was playing, we didn’t worry about that in the least; it was all part of the awesome.
So What?
In short, D&D has tended from the start to favor a great diversity of non-human characters interacting in a setting in which, far from being the stuff of misguided superstition, magic is as commonplace as blackberry bushes. That’s a marvelous setting for a game of fantasy adventure. But it isn’t the “real world.” Now, I don’t mean it’s a flaw that D&D has wizards and dragons and such because they don’t actually exist. I’m not that thick! I’m saying the classic D&D setting isn’t even the “real world” in the sense that people alive in the Middle Ages would never have recognized it as theirs, notwithstanding the fact that they would have been earnestly afraid of witches and ghosts and truly awed by the fantastical creatures scholars described in their bestiaries.
It is, however, a world that those medieval people would have heard of, be they peasant or king. It’s the world in which many of their favorite stories were set, a world that shaped their imagination and their cultural ideals by setting them against a place so obviously different that the conventional rules no longer applied.
It is, in a word, Faery Land.
It’s the place heroes go to fight dragons and rescue princesses before eventually finding their way back to the ordinary world to live happily ever after.
So, what if somebody who’d grown up in this high-powered, magic-rich, and decidedly non-human-centric D&D campaign found it advisable to leave? Where would he go? What would he do? What alliances might he forge with the inhabitants of whatever new world he landed in? What foes might he have to face there?
And what if this new world was ours?
Sunday Inspiration: Community
I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be, and you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be.
—Martin Luther King Jr.
Sunday Inspiration: Love
Love is a sweet thing, but it takes even the most bitter things cheerfully, for nothing is hard to him that loveth.
—Huldrych Zwingli
Sunday Inspiration: For Others
Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, “What are you doing for others?”
—Martin Luther King Jr.
Fell Beasts Are Here!
The Fell Beasts and Fair anthology is now available in both paperback and electronically in a variety of formats:
- Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07B2LYZKY
- Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/fell-beasts-and-fair
- B&N/Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/…/fell…/1128058686…
- Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/796148
- iBooks: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/fell-beasts-and-fair-a-noblebright-fantasy-anthology/id1352902231?mt=11
I must say, I was very impressed with all of the contributions, and every one of them is different. With some anthologies, you get the impression that one or two of the stories got included just to make up the page count. That is definitely not the case here! As far as I’m concerned, there isn’t a story in the collection that isn’t worth the read. Here are a few of my favorites to whet your appetite:
- Cloudy with a Chance of Dropbears by W. R. Gingell asks us to ponder what happens when a leprechaun accountant uncovers shady business in the land of Faerie.
- Boirdeleau, WI (Population 3,017) by Aimee Ogden features the oldest member of a small midwestern community, a local celebrity who also happens to be a millennia-old mummy.
- Necessary Threads by Lora Gray is a Bigfoot story with heaping side orders of suffering and compassion.
- Road Trip by Aaron DaMommio tells the story of a zombie apocalypse. The heroes’ secret weapon: they have their very own werewolf!
- The Unanswered Riddle by Tom Jolly is about a sphinx that’s on the fritz.
- Like Sand in Your Teeth by April Steenburgh is a love story about selkies and sacrifice.
- When Gracie’s Father Fought by Anthony Eichenlaub features a faery child and explores what it really means to be a dad.
If you enjoy fantasy fiction, I’m confident you’ll find something to your taste in this anthology!
Fell Beasts Are Coming!
Fell Beasts and Fair, an anthology of noblebright fantasy short stories to which I am a contributor, is live on Amazon in paperback. The ebook goes live tomorrow. I have finished reading the collection, and am thoroughly impressed with this collection of stories—and a little bit self-conscious to be included!
Here’s a run-down of the table of contents:
- Cloudy with a Chance of Dropbears by W. R. Gingell
- Don’t Wake the Dragon by M. C. Dwyer
- Blanche, Bear-Wife by Alena Sullivan
- A Midsummer Night’s Bedtime Story by Charles D. Shell
- Love and Room for Monsters by Amanda Nargi
- Inheritance of Nightmares by Beth Powers
- Angus McCarn and the Tale of Two Tales by Rollin Jewett
- Everything Mimsy by Samuel Marzioli
- Boirdeleau, WI (Population 3,017) by Aimee Ogden
- The Gallows Maiden by Francesca Forrest
- The Boy Who Didn’t Believe in Halloween by Tom Howard
- Siphoning the Flames of Life by Kelly A. Harmon
- Winter Horses and Other Unknowables by Leslie J. Anderson
- Last Knight and the Burning Sands by Chloe Garner
- Necessary Threads by Lora Gray
- Pinecones by C. A. Barrett
- The Pooka’s Day by Darrell J. Pursiful
- Road Trip by Aaron DaMommio
- The Dove of Assisi by Troy Tang
- The Unanswered Riddle by Tom Jolly
- The Lady and the Unicorn by Terri Bruce
- Like Sand in Your Teeth by April Steenburgh
- When Gracie’s Father Fought by Anthony Eichenlaub
It’s a big collection, and well worth a read!
Sunday Inspiration: Imagination
The power of Imagination. If you can think it, you’ve created it. When you’ve created it, you can give it as a gift. You are a magician.
—Anne Scottlin
Sunday Inspiration: Play
We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
—George Bernard Shaw
Sneak Preview: The Pooka’s Day
The release of Fell Beasts and Fair is now two weeks away! I’m about 2/3 of the way through the anthology, and every story has been a winner. You can pre-order your (electronic) copy today—see my previous post for details.
To whet your appetite, here’s a snippet from my contribution, “The Pooka’s Day.”
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Danny stopped cold as the end of the woman’s walking stick poked him in the chest.
“We don’t want any trouble,” she whispered. “You can just move along.”
He should have heard them coming—five of them all told, but he hadn’t been paying attention. Too much on his mind. He just charged across the cow path on his way back to the creek, and there they were.
As it was, he barely had time to throw on a decent husk. He was pretty sure they didn’t notice, though, when his ears and nose shortened to more human proportions and the glow faded from his amber eyes.
Whoever these people were, their leader meant business. One of the others sucked in a labored breath. Two more, children, whimpered in the dark.
“M-miss Claudia?” a different woman whispered, “Lige… he ain’t looking so good.” This woman was helping the only man in the group to stand. Danny sniffed the air. Amid the soil and grass and growing things was the unmistakable iron scent of blood. He spied a ripped and bloody trouser leg.
The first woman’s eyes blazed. She and her friends were dressed in dingy, patched clothes barely fit for a brownie. That and their dark skin was all he could make out.
He raised his hands. “Whatever you say, ma’am.” He wasn’t in a mood for any mischief. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He still had three more farms to case before daybreak. But he didn’t have time for anybody else’s mischief. Not tonight. Not with him liable to show up at any minute.
“And not one word, you hear?” The rumble in her voice demanded Danny’s full cooperation.
He was about to say something when he caught the sound of dogs barking.
“Lord have mercy!” the other woman gasped. The younger child, no more than four years old, started to cry, but his big sister slapped a hand across his mouth.
The first woman spun and raised her stick horizontal to the ground.
“Head for the woods,” she ordered. “Go!”
Four shadows stumbled past.
“Those are my woods!” Danny’s throat went dry. Something settled in the pit of his stomach. He was fairly sure he shut the door…
“You want to make something of it, mister?”
“You don’t understand. You ain’t got no business poking around over there. It could be… dangerous.”
“It’s about to be dangerous right here, now that those slave catchers have caught up with us.”
Slave catchers! It suddenly made sense. He’d stumbled upon a group of runaways. Seems he’d overheard something about a new law the deathlings had passed. Folks at the Crawford farm were talking about it. Even in a free state like Indiana, runaway slaves could be rounded up and sent back down south.
There was no way they were going without a fight.
Two hound dogs burst into view. The woman, Claudia, held out her walking stick with her right hand and angled her body away from them. She let a worn leather satchel slip off her shoulder to the ground. Danny dropped to a crouch.
“If you know what’s good for you, mister, you’ll stay nice and still till I say differently.”
“But—”
“Shh!”
The dogs bounded forward.
The woman uttered a word. The nearest dog flew backward with a yelp.
Magic! Danny stood mystified as the woman trained her walking stick on the second dog. She blasted it just as she had the first one.
“You’re a witch?”
“Later,” she said. She held her walking stick upright. “They’re coming.”
Claudia was right; Danny heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
She began to chant a singsong tune.
“You find ‘em, boys?” a man said. He lumbered into view on the edge of the corn field—big and swaggering, with a shotgun in one hand and a lantern in the other. “Chief? Banjo? Here, boys!”
Something told Danny Chief and Banjo were taking the rest of the night off.
Two more shadows joined the first. The woman kept chanting. Her voice was barely audible beneath the cold autumn breeze.
The three men trudged forward a few more steps, but slowly. The closer they came, the slower they got.
The first man toppled to his knees by the time he came even with the first of the unconscious dogs. The second brought his shotgun to his shoulder… but wobbled backward with the effort. A minute later, all three lay on the grass, mumbling and snoring.
“That was some mighty slick conjuring,” Danny said.
“Not now,” the woman hissed. She had spun around to see where her friends had gone. She gave an exasperated sigh. “They were right there!” she said.
“Uh oh!” Danny said. The others were nowhere to be seen—and Danny had a sinking feeling he knew where they had gone.
Sunday Inspiration: Love
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
—Thomas Merton