Cursed by Dice a new RPG Podcast

A brand spankin’ new podcast for the story telling, group game playing folks out there.  Cursed by Dice uses the Fate Core system to (poorly) help heroes solve puzzles, battle foes and try their best to start a VW bus.

It can be found on iTunes here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/cursed-by-dice/id1271099109

The Cursed By Dice website is begging for followers right here: https://cursedbydice.wordpress.com

Follow us on Twitter @CursedByDice  

I want to make the whole thing as interactive as a podcast can be, so I’m asking for listener help in suggesting items, names, places and all the 80s references you can provide and we’ll work them into the story.  Send a tweet, a comment, an email, choose your method of communication and we’re there.  Check out the cursedbydice.wordpress.com site for full details on contacting the show.

For those not using iTunes as their preferred podcast source, the hosted version can be found here: http://www.podcasts.com/cursed-by-dice-01b9cda3c or add it the RSS to your podcast player with this link: http://www.podcasts.com/rss_feed/d084bd366bc1fade9e2ac9a0b7f46f2e

 

I’m super excited for this one and hope you like it too. Putting together a fun story alongside some of my favorite people has been tremendous fun and they are so very entertaining.  If you do like the show, a review and/or sharing the show with your friends, family, neighbors, or even your enemies is greatly appreciated.

 

Thanks for reading and listening!

My New Series Now on Jukepop!

Jukepop Serials is the site that got me started on this whole internet writing thing.  Wren, the all too long and poorly planned superhero serial, was my first web based serial and the experience was wildly fun.  The book was ‘meh’, but…meh.  If/when I get back to it, I’ll edit it down and use words and plot that are…better.  Goodness this intro got away from me.

Now on Jukepop…Quincy and the West

A steampunk tale with goblins, a town with a history, a sheriff trying to keep the peace and plenty of trouble ahead.

Head to chapter one right here:  http://www.jukepop.com/home/read/10029?chapter=1

Current synopsis:

A small town’s reputation expands well beyond its borders and Quincy is the one to handle it, for better or worse.
Hot shot pilots, goblins, and a town full of people unsure of their place in an ever growing world, Quincy and the West is a steampunk tale of adventure and mystery alike.

 

I am terrible at writing blurbs.  The future of the story holds orcs and dwarfs and mining towns and is wildly influenced by Eureka. Should be fun.

 

There are lots of really great works on Jukepop too.  I’m going to be reading “Lar Breaxface: Werewolf in Space” for the foreseeable future.

Thanks for reading!

The Estate Grounds and Other Beasts

“Hey, check out my new joke,” Griffin said.  He did wait for Talon’s reply.  “What did the train engineer say when Electricity asked him how long it would take to move through the tunnel?  ‘Don’t ask me, I’m not a conductor.'”

Talon continued on her path without response.

“Oh, come on now, that was funny,” Griffin pleaded with a shout over his shoulder to the trailing Talon.

“Not really the best time for jokes,” Talon said.

Indeed, the timing of the joke left much to be desired.  The two were scaling the high granite walls of a palatial estate thought to house the villain who had long been a thorn in their sides. Continue reading

Trouble at the River Crossing

“This river smells like wet rats and molded bread.  Like wet rats baked into molded bread,” Talon said.  She held her noise and her face contorted into positions she did not think possible.

“There’s a textile factory up river.  I think we’re smelling the run-off.  Remind me to never buy one of their coats,” Griffin said.  He was running his fingers through the murky river water that sourced the foul stench.

“I don’t see any sign of a guardian,” Talon said, “probably fled the odor.”

“Reports were pretty clear; tentacles, water spouts, teeth.  I don’t think this ferry crossing would be shuttered for three days based on rumor alone,” Griffin said.  He climbed off the river bank and into a soaked grassy area next to Talon.

“I don’t know what to do to summon a guardian that has already appeared,” Talon said, frustrated with the moment.

“Yeah, usually we arrive and they get right to the trying to eat us portion.  Could the thing have been swept downstream?” Griffin pondered.

“This water is basically still,” Talon grunted, “and smelly.” Continue reading

Monster at the Boardwalk

“This is incredible, right, Talon?” Griffin asked.  He and his partner in ancient relic recovery were walking along the grand boardwalk of New Richland, home to carnivals, circuses, and, purportedly, a dangerous relic they had to keep out of public hands.

“I could do without the sun and this far too wide brimmed hat.  Is this made of wicker? It itches,” Talon said.  She was not exactly a fan of the beach setting.

“I’m just saying, when it comes to job sites this is pretty nice.  No bottomless cottages, no run down train stations, no labyrinth junk yards; there are people here eating something called ‘hot dogs’ and look at that Ferris Wheel! That thing is huge.  We should go for a ride,” Griffin offered.  He was as giddy as one of his winged dogs back at the safe house.

“We still have a relic to find and relics always come with a guardian.  A guardian breaking out in this crowd would be no day at the beach,” Talon said.

“But this is technically already a day at the beach, so even a guardian couldn’t take that away from us,” Griffin laughed, “nothing is going to dampen my day.” Continue reading

In Which Dogs Play Fetch

When we last saw our intrepid heroes, Talon had discovered a cottage full of secrets most foul and Griffin was playing game warden with a pack of winged dogs.  Certainly a bizarre day to begin with, but it grew only stranger as Talon was attacked by a shadowy figure!  What does the figure intend to do with the mysterious twin rings?  Find out now!

Griffin threw a slobber covered stick for what felt like the hundredth time.  The stick twirled and twisted as it rose higher and higher in the sky before being snatched mid-air by a malamute with furry blue wings.  As far as relic protectors went, these dogs were Griffin’s favorite. Continue reading

Quincy and the West Part 6

Quincy was pretty tired of dumb.  To his misfortune, dumb was an overly abundant resource in Port Plain.

He guided his borrowed horse and its wobbly unsure hooves toward the plume of smoke that was once a high flying biplane.

“Is it so hard to listen to my orders? ‘No Day Flight’ the sign read,” Quincy muttered as the horse ran.

The sheriff hoped the pilot survived the crash for no other reason than a desire to kill the man himself.  “Mess with my peace.  I tell you what, horse, this pilot better hope one of his parents is a senator or I’m liable to,” he stopped his speech as the wreckage came into view. Continue reading