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I See Nothing But Dead People: The Ghostspeaker Wizard Sublcass
Xubachithl looked at the restrained wizard in front of him as he completed the ritual. The mage had secured his defenses with his physical presence; his body was his passkey. In moments, he would wear the mage’s skin as his own while the mage’s soul was trapped in the jar before him; the mage’s bastion would be his. Undead swarmed around them, the mage’s servants trying to rescue him, but as long as they were within the circle, he was safe. He had already animated some zombies to act as a distraction, but they were long gone.
By Jamais Jochima day ago in Gamers
Level Up Your Life: How Gaming Builds Skills, Friends, and Succes
"Think gaming is just a way to kill time? Think again. Every quest you complete, every strategy you master, and every battle you fight is secretly leveling up your brain, your skills, and your real-life potential. Gaming isn’t just entertainment—it’s training for life."
By Zakir Ullah3 days ago in Gamers
Andreas Szakacs Launches Independent Production Company as Summitfall Enters Production
The move marks a notable shift in Szakacs’ professional trajectory — transitioning from performance-focused projects to a broader role in development, financing, and creative oversight.
By Andreas Szakacs11 days ago in Gamers
The Spirit of Giving: A Warlock for the Far North
Ivan smirked. The barbarian punched him and he barely felt it. He punched him back, sending him back a good five feet. The barbarian charged, but Ivan twinkled his nose, disappearing in a puff of smoke and appearing behind him, looking a little more refreshed. He then hit the barbarian with a club he had himself made, with a lovely grip and a large clobbering end. The barbarian fell to the ground and didn’t get up. Ivan walked outside to a waiting sled, pulled by four glowing reindeer. “Tell him this is my region, but I’d love to drink with him!” Getting into the sleigh, he jerked the reins and flew off into the night.
By Jamais Jochim14 days ago in Gamers
The Spirit of Giving: A Warlock for the Far North
Ivan smirked. The barbarian punched him and he barely felt it. He punched him back, sending him back a good five feet. The barbarian charged, but Ivan twinkled his nose, disappearing in a puff of smoke and appearing behind him, looking a little more refreshed. He then hit the barbarian with a club he had himself made, with a lovely grip and a large clobbering end. The barbarian fell to the ground and didn’t get up. Ivan walked outside to a waiting sled, pulled by four glowing reindeer. “Tell him this is my region, but I’d love to drink with him!” Getting into the sleigh, he jerked the reins and flew off into the night.
By Jamais Jochim14 days ago in Gamers
The Nature Spirit Patron: When Warlocks Go Back to Nature
Thibalt hated when Oxnard and his band arrived in the woods. He would of course offer to be their guide, but only because his presence kept damage from the barbarian’s predatory instincts. This case was different: Oxnard had, unsurprisingly, ticked off a platoon of mercenaries, and so they were looking for help getting away from them. He sighed. Over the next few days, he made sure that they left no tracks due to his connection with the woods, talking them down from attacking non-hostile animals (which saved their lives multiple times, considering how any bears seemed to be about), and was able to negotiate help from plants to hide the barbarians.
By Jamais Jochim18 days ago in Gamers
The Malfunctioning Inevitable
The hoard of terrible creatures roiled from the buildings, horns and thorns rising from their smoldering flesh. The demons hissed and roared, snarled and clawed, burning saliva dripping from their maws as they sought prey to rend and tear.
By Neal Litherland19 days ago in Gamers
Spells for Specialists: Fifteen New Spells
Fifteen New Spells: Spells For Specialists Fifteen New Spells for wizard subclasses that I've been making. [While these spells are great for regular casters, they were created for the five subclasses I've created. Specifically:
By Jamais Jochim20 days ago in Gamers
Been There, Done That: The Traveler Mage Subclass
Been There, Done That: The Traveler Mage Subclass Hogarth teleported in. Thankfully, the information he had on the coordinates proved accurate. He looked at the dial in front of him; he had never seen such a wheel before, but after consulting his journal he had several ideas which numbers would get him past it. He dialed in the first set of numbers and the stone door ground open. Inside lay treasure, but not of the golden kind: Scrolls of a papyrus that hadn’t sunlight in a thousand years and a few artifacts of a forgotten age. He cast a spell of comprehension and looked through them for a moment, the scrolls would rewrite history. He smiled, gathered as many scrolls and artifacts as he could, then teleported out.
By Jamais Jochim25 days ago in Gamers
I'm Going to Raise Myself An Army: The Necromantic General
Branchae surveyed the field in front of him. He had thirty zombies in the field, twenty with swords and ten with bows, versus forty orcs. He smiled. He had his twenty swordszombies charge into battle and his ten bowzombies rain arrows on the orcs. His bowzombies would keep changing targets when their targets were eliminated, with one looking for the chieftain. He sent his crawling hand off around the bend to look for the orc leader. The orc leader saw the hand and charged it. The hand retreated and the chieftain followed it. Once he popped into sight of the bowzombies, Branchae had them change their targeting; the chieftain was quickly peppered with arrows. The orcs were easily cleaned up.
By Jamais Jochim27 days ago in Gamers
The Human Encyclopedia: The Scholar Wizard Subclass
Xavier glared at Ganor for the thousandth time. The barbarian wanted a flame for light and the books were the obvious source. The barbarian just want to fulfill a pyromaniac urge, but the scholar needed the books to solve the riddle before them and allow them freedom from the cell they were in. He looked at the books, his background in history helping to figure out which book held the answer to their predicament, and by chance he picked the right book. He translated a passage, and discovered that the solution to the riddle required mixing the chemicals in the right order. He smiled at the memory of his mentor Sandrarius, who had drilled basic alchemy into his head, and through the mixture at the given target.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Gamers
