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Treasures of the Sea: Polyhedral Dice, Conch-gift of the Finfolk, & Stillborn

Still potent with the scent of dimly-lit rooms and fellowship and chance. Roll a d4, d6, d8, d10, d12, and d20. Any die on which a 1 appears is found. If no 1s are rolled, reroll until one appears. With a Polyhedral Dice in your possession, you may attempt any roll...

Playlists for The White Pines Future Initiative

Looking to increase your players' productivity during the workday? The playlist below lasts 15 minutes, allowing players to easily gauge the time they have left with audio cues, keeping their eyes on the page: 

Treasures of the Sea: Cisternhead, Figurehead, & Lightcaller

A pockmarked head of towering stone. Its eyes are closed. Within, a small chamber holds a naked body covered in pustules, contorted in an unnatural position, preserved in 4d6 hlbs of a pale liquid. 1-in-4 chance the figure awakens, speaking only the lost tongue of Olbassa. They will find the...

Our Mother, the Sea: Bestiary (Lover-o-ships, Debtor, and Otters)

The ink in the pen you use comes from the days we hunted this great silver squid to near extinction. In the spring, the males would rise to the surface of the water and paint patterns to attract a mate. You could spot them from a mile away.

Our Mother, the Sea: Bestiary (Selkies, Clams, and Finfolk)

Semen is a powerful seal-lure. Sometimes, a seal may eat it and become pregnant with a human child. The child outgrows its mother, crawling through her insides, killing her in the process; its mother’s skin becomes its own.

Our Mother, the Sea: Bestiary (Saltqueen, Radio Angler, & Barnacled)

Grandmothers tell stories of a land where eels were once woven in the hair of girls deemed too beautiful. Then, they were buried in salt. So none would love them, even in death, any who looked upon them were cursed to join them in their grave.

Our Mother, the Sea: Bestiary (Prodigal Afterbirth, Giant, & Falselight)

A firstborn child given freely to the sea is said to bring its father home. When its brothers and sisters have children of their own, the child is born a second time, tangled limbs hauling its pitiful form onto the beach, all milk-pale flesh, puffed and finned. A carpet of...

There is No Such Thing as Flavor

Everything can be held, smelled, and tasted. It exists to be investigated, and destroyed, and changed. It exists and it matters – even if it sits in the background.

Death is Not the End

Someone broke death. It doesn’t work for you anymore.

A Few Weird Wandering Merchants

They appear in the most unlikely places. You cannot escape these spirits of commerce and coin. They always have something to sell.

d100 Things a Monster Can Threaten That Aren’t Your Life

The world does not want to kill you. She made monsters to scare you from her wonders. They keep you in the village, and out of the woods. The monsters know a hundred colorful ways to scare you. Death is only the last one.