Not everybody in our Frostgrave group can make it to every game, and some guys are only able to make it out once or twice in several games. This generally means that they are doomed to some degree (eventually if not right away). To combat our inconsistent availability, I developed the Frostgrave Faker, a quick chart that stimulates game results from a Warband Development perspective. Experience, money, and gear, randomly generated using the same d20 you use for your game.
So far it seems to work pretty well; the d20 gives it that familiar Frostgrave swing and the results seem slightly low average (obviously we don’t want missing a game to be more beneficial than playing it, grin). We mostly play 3-player games, so this might have more of less swing built in than some groups of different sizes. Averages should theoretically be similar, though.
Feel free to try it out and leave some feedback, I didn’t have as much raw data as would have been useful so hearing back from other players would be very helpful!
Name: She (Who Will Not be Named)
Wizard School: Necromancer
Miniature: Yrsa the Accused, from Red Box Games.
Backstory: On an older map of the area surrounding Felstad, you might might a village called Hope Springs. About 30 years ago, this particular small village was gutted by plague. The military was sent to quarantine the village, and when everybody was believed dead they burned Hope Springs to the ground.
A young girl walked out of the village a week later; she’d apparently been living in the cemetery since the death of her family weeks earlier. She seemed untouched by the illness that had ravaged her home, but disappeared before anybody could glean much information about how she’d survived all that time. Rumours spread like wildfire, tales of cannibalism and dark magics and a thousand taboos. The girl from Hope Springs became a legend, a dark fable spun from the stuff of nightmares.
She (Who Will Not be Named) swept down out of the mountains a few years ago and took the locals by surprise, one of the first to respond to the thaw in Felstad. When she wasn’t up in Felstad, picking through the ruins, she was being avoided by the local townsfolk. They respond to her when directly addressed, and make an effort not to be too obvious about it, but the prevailing opinion among the local townships seems to be that She is the lost daughter of the damned that they’ve warned their children about for decades. That she’s cold and distant and clearly possesses some significant skill in the dark arts only serves to feed the local rumour mill.
The only person that went out of their way to connect with She was Morrigan, a young shamanic failure from one of the nearby barbarian tribes with a pretty unsubtle obsession with the dead, and even she hasn’t learned anything significant about the cold stranger from the mountains.
… another post I started ages ago and just never got around to finishing. The random situations that I love to see popping up in Frostgrave are sort of making me want to read this again. Which in turn made me want to finish this post. Win-win !
Just reread John Bellairs’ Face in the Frost, and felt like mentioning it on here, since it’s brilliant. John Bellairs is most well known for the Gothic horror books he wrote for kids (I devoured them as a child), such as The Letter, the Witch, and the Ring, and The House with a Clock In its Walls.
The Face in the Frost is not one of these. A fantasy novel aimed at adult audiences, it manages to be simultaneously dark and whimsical, giving both horror and humour ample opportunities to shine. I’m sure it doesn’t appeal to everybody, but if certainly recommend it to anybody. It follows two wizards, Prospero (but not the one you’re thinking of) and Bacon (exactly the one you’re thinking of, unless you’re thinking of Francis), as they notice things going wrong in the world and set out to make things right. Funny and anachronistic, they are wizards in the vein of Disney’s Merlin or the lesser-known Tolkiens, in a patchwork world of political chaos, magical mayhem, and ancient evils.
Menace and whimsy hand in hand, The Face in the Frost is a book I can see myself continuing to reread every few years.