The last week or so has been dedicated to giving several last passes to TW 2.5 and making minor changes here or there. Mostly small fixes, not giant bug squashing. Fixing stat blocks, tweaking abilities, fixed an ASI issue, etc. #Retroverse
It's very tedious work and is why I've been kinda quiet. The whole thing is pretty much done (only missing a few bits of art and changing the Table of Contents), this is just another bit of polish. Really hope y'all like the... 591 pages of stuff. Loads of new stuff! #Retroverse
Things that haven't changed much: Cube, TW 2 classes, Warren's Grove, TW 2 Species (somewhat).
Everything else has some minor changes or sometimes major ones. We have all the sub-species, sub-classes, items, magic, and stat blocks up to the thresholds promised. Also, Hiveborn.
Also, Diremon exist in the #Retroverse. They are canon but I just can't put them in there (legal). They are the beasts the Innumerable seek to mimic, or sometimes their devotees summon. Please slaughter your players with them. Then go thank @LluisAbadias for his brain. #DireEmAll
Anyway, thanks for your patience everyone. I know I fell apart last year but this project will not die. I refuse to let it.
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In a swirl, the dragon grabbed their polymorph cloak, shrinking in size to an average humanoid. They did their best to avoid the glare of the wizard.
“That’s mine,” the wizard said.
“I don’t care,” the dragon, now more resembling a dragonborn, shot back.
They reached for a small table and took a satchel of gold pieces.
“Don’t expect me to be here when you get back,” the wizard said.
“I just need to clear my head. I’ll be back later today,” they said, completing their collection task by grabbing another bag full of traveling… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
“Not much of a talker. I wonder, is this what your parents wanted for you? Well, not the ‘dead on an ash covered floor’ part, but the life of a city guard. It probably paid well. I bet they would have been thrilled. I can imagine your father and mother, so proud on the day you… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
Lyle sat with their hands together, fingers interlaced, their attention fixed heavily on the planks beneath them. Their mother and father sat a few feet away, two more faces among the dozens of others in the moving wooden crate.
They were all fleeing their home and the weight of it could be seen in every dull eye.
The attacks had been relentless, days and days of fire coming from the sky. At first, the city tried to strike back. Those that stood against the dragon wound up as piles of molten metal and… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
Lyle looked into his mother’s eyes. There was fear, there was pain. She broke her gaze and looked down at her chest, touching the crystal briefly before collapsing to the cart. His father screamed, pulled against the rail, and tried, in vain, to reach out to his love with his one… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…