An epic adventure anthology which takes some big chances. Extremely impressive. Easily adaptable for a variety of games (D&D, Legend of the 5 Rings, Usagi Yojimbo).

Review Originally Published December 25th, 2000

I was immediately drawn to Shiki for one simple reason: It dares to be epic.

Many generic adventures share a simple problem: They confuse “accessible” with “boring”. They don’t do so in so many words, of course (no one sets out to write a boring adventure, after all) – but they commit an easily understandable mistake: In an effort to make it possible for the GM to slide the adventure into any given campaign structure, they fail to invest the adventure with any stakes that make it important and meaningful for the player characters.

“A man walks up to you in a bar…”

“You hear rumors of a lost city in the desert…”

“The local lord has heard of your feats and has summoned you before him…”

“You are walking through the woods when you suddenly hear screams…”

What do these all have in common? They are adventure hooks which anyone can use… and no one will give a damn about.

To be an epic adventure means you have to put some real stakes up for grabs. And to pull that off without rendering the adventure inaccessible is a real challenge – a challenge which Shiki accepts and accomplishes.

Shiki consists of four adventures: “Heavier Than a Mountain”, “Shinobi”, “Kori No Namida”, and “Debt of Honor”. Shiki can be inserted into an existing campaign. Shiki can be the basis for starting a new campaign. Shiki can be a whole campaign unto itself. Shiki’s individual adventures can even be split up and played individually or selectively. And all of these options is given support from the author and throughout the text.

PLOT

Warning: This review will contain spoilers for Shiki. Players who may end up playing in this module are encouraged to stop reading now. Proceed at your own risk.

As I’ve already noted, Shiki is anthology of four adventures. These four adventures are arranged chronologically across almost twenty years, thematically by the four seasons, and in plot by the life of Kozo.

Heavier Than a Mountain. In the first adventure it is fall, and the PCs are serving as attendants to Lord Tadano Morihisa and his family in the Suruga province. Lord Tadano’s lands have come under attack by his eastern neighbor – Lord Izu – and things have gone poorly. As the adventure progresses, the PCs find themselves in Lord Tadano’s fortress as it falls – charged to escape with Kozo, the Lord’s heir, and see him safely to Shinano province and Lord Hosokawa’s fief. Unbeknownst to anyone, however, is that Lord Izu’s assault has been aided by the sorceror In’yu. When Izu discovers that Kozo has escaped, he charges In’yu to lay a curse upon the young boy – wherever he may be. This is done, and as Kozo ages this curse will plague both him and the land of his family.

Shinobi. One or two years have passed, and it is now the spring. The PCs find themselves deeply enmeshed in the politics surrounding Lord Hosokawa’s court. They are charged by their lord with protecting Lady Shinobi on a diplomatic mission attempting to convince one of Hosokawa’s neighbors – Lord Onoue — to ally with him against Izu. What the PCs don’t know is that Shinobi is secretly working as a spy, attempting to uncover the treachery of Onoue’s son (who plans to murder his father and pledge his loyalty to Izu).

Kori no Namida. (Tears of Ice) Ten years have passed, and in the dead of winter, Kozo’s curse begins to affect him deeply. The PCs are dispatched to Mt. Fuji in an attempt to capture the tear of ghost, the only cure which Hosokawa’s mystics can ascertain. If they fail, the curse will continue to affect Kozo as time passes. Even if they succeed, however, the scars of the curse will remain Kozo’s soul – hidden deep within his heart.

Debt of Honor. Eighteen years have passed since the PCs saved Kozo’s life, and the time has finally come to return Kozo to his rightful place. Although Kozo’s goals are just, his years of living under the curse have warped his soul. Through the course of an epic campaign, the PCs must work to keep the dark blot on Kozo’s soul from exterminating them all. Of course, everything ends in an epic conclusion.

(It should be noted that the war in the final adventure is handled through an innovative and highly effective roleplaying-based battle resolution system. If you’re looking to include a major war in a campaign – and want to keep the focus on roleplaying, not wargaming – then Shiki might be worth picking up just to take a look at the handful of pages which describe and implement this system . It can be easily adapted to any RPG system without blinking an eye.

WEAKNESSES

While Shiki deserves to have praise heaped upon it, there are a few key flaws which you should keep in mind as you prepare to use these adventures:

First, the boxed text which is presented is stilted and artificial. It neither functions organically, nor does justice to the quality of adventure design which surrounds it. Steer clear.

Second, throughout the text there is a design choice which seems to emphasize the use of dice rolling as a surrogate to actual roleplaying. This is relatively easy to ignore, and its nice to see the support there for those who want to use it, but I would have preferred the emphasis to be placed differently.

Finally, and far more troubling, are some key narrative problems within the core structure of Shiki: First, the “Shinobi” adventure, as written, doesn’t have much of a connection to the Kozo narrative. Something as simple as opening the adventure with an assassination attempt on Kozo (several have been attempted in the year since the previous adventure anyway, according to the adventure background), while perhaps increasing the level of direct political involvement on the part of the PCs, would serve to keep the adventure more firmly connected.

Second, the third adventure has a fair number of illogical plot jumps that need some serious work (its the classic case of the players needing to read the author’s mind in order to figure out that they need to go A, B, and C).

ONE LAST STRENGTH: ADAPTABILITY

One last strength of Shiki should be mentioned: I found it to be extremely adaptable to other game settings and systems, and the quality of material to be found within easily justifies the effort you might need to take. Conversion notes are provided in the book for Gold Rush Game’s Usagi Yojimbo, but players of Legends of the Five Rings, Bushido, or any other historical eastern game would find Shiki a worthwhile purchase.

I also consider Shiki to be highly adaptable to a couple of other unusual suspects: First, Dungeons & Dragons — not just oriental fantasy settings, but (with some serious – but still worthwhile – revision) the traditional venues as well. Second, Empire of the Petal Throne (with a good deal less work). The material is strong enough, and supported enough, to make these efforts worthwhile, in my opinion.

CONCLUSION

Epic adventure. Usable by just about anybody. Well done. Well supported. Excellent stuff.

What more do I need to say?

Style: 4
Substance: 4

Grade: B+

Title: Sengoku: Shiki
Author: Michael Montesa
Company: Gold Rush Games
Line: Sengoku
Price: $16.00
ISBN: 1-890305-19-7
Production Code: S103
Pages: 96

Originally Posted: 2000/12/25

Although I haven’t revisited it since writing this review, Michael Montesa’s Shiki remains one of my favorite modules and doing a proper run of it remains on my bucket list.

One of the reasons I didn’t run it back in the day is because I never got Sengoku to the table. I thought I’d bring it to my gaming group of the time after we finished the D&D campaign I was running for them, but the group broke up before that could happen. (This is also why I never ended up writing a review of the Sengoku game itself; I’d been waiting until I’d actually played it.)

For an explanation of where these reviews came from and why you can no longer find them at RPGNet, click here.

DISCUSSING
In the Shadow of the Spire – Session 40C: Malleck’s Last Stand

Nasira had turned her attention to the boy. She found that his heart was failing him. The process that was transforming him was obviously botched and incomplete and now it was killing him.

Hearing this, Agnarr couldn’t contain his rage. He was furious over the boy. With a grim look of determination he charged back out through the secret door.

Magic is cool because it brings a lot of flashy bling to the table: Balls of fire. Personal aerobatics. Magic missiles.

But what I think makes magic awesome is that it lets you explore unique and impossible situations, and some of the most powerful of these are moral dilemmas, because they provide a really powerful crucible for character to express itself. Who are you? What do you value? When put between a rock and a hard place, what will you choose to do?

What makes magical moral dilemmas special is their novelty. Most of us are probably familiar with the trolley problem, and we’ve each literally spent a lifetime figuring out our moral and ethical compass when it comes to the situations we encounter in our lives. We likely even have long-settled opinions on big issues, even though it’s unlikely we’ve ever personally had to, for example, make the decision to declare or not declare war.

There are nevertheless, of course, ways that we could challenge and explore these moral issues through play. (And, of course, our characters will not necessarily share our moral or ethical outlooks.) But we’ll be walking through familiar territory either way.

With a fantastical dilemma, on the other hand, the fantastical element immediately confronts us with a parameter we’ve never had to deal within our own lives, and likely have never thought about before. Even when there’s a fairly obvious and direct parallel between the fantastical dilemma and a set of real world ethics, the mismatched edges will often crop up and challenge our trite, preconceived answers in the most surprising ways.

For example: Is it ethical to use an invisibility spell to eavesdrop on a private conversation? And, if so, under what circumstances?

Here we could probably draw a fairly direct connection to wiretapping. But what if you’re just coincidentally invisible and people walk into the room you’re in? Do you have an ethical obligation to reveal your presence?

And consider the moral situation the PCs find themselves in with the Children of the Hand. What moral obligation do they have to children who have been fully transformed in monsters? Does the same hold true a child that has only partially been transformed? What if that child is in agonizing pain and no longer able to communicate?

To see how the PCs dealt with this, here are some minor spoilers from the beginning of the next campaign journal:

They regrouped in the laboratory. The boy, whimpering in pain, was fading fast.

“Is there anything we can do for him?” Tee asked. Nasira shook her head. Tee, wanting to spare him the pain, slid a dagger through the boy’s ribs and into his heart.

Even as Tee’s dagger was coming free, Agnarr was dumping Silion’s body out of the bag of holding, removing the iron collar from around her neck, and placing it on the boy. A debate immediately broke out: Some wanted to preserve Silion for a second round of questioning. Others wanted to do the same for Malleck.

“We need Malleck to tell us what he’s done with the missing children,” Elestra said.

“We know what he did with them,” Agnarr said. He was adamant that they keep the boy alive, and it looked like the iron collar was the only way to do it.

Here we see another magical element — the iron collar that preserves dead bodies so that they can be raised at a later time — add new facets to the dilemma.

You can draw some parallels to medical ethics, of course, but they’re not straight lines. Is this more like a medically induced coma, temporarily stopping someone’s heart when they have tachycardia, or illegal medical experimentation?

And while we’re here: What, exactly, are the ethics of keeping a bunch of dead corpses in a magical netherspace between dimensions so that you can periodically yank them out and question them under compulsive sorceries?

Asking for a friend.

Campaign Journal: Session 40D – Running the Campaign: The Villain Who Doesn’t Escape
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

SESSION 40C: MALLECK’S LAST STAND

July 25th, 2009
The 22nd Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

While Ranthir collected the books, the others were dumping the cultists’ bodies onto the lighted panels, which sucked the blood out of them and schlepped it down to the sewer.

“That’s gross,” Elestra said, watching the blood run in twisting rivulets away from them.

“Remind me not to stand on these things with an open wound,” Tee said.

They joined Ranthir in the library. Tee checked the doors, finding them all locked. Picking the nearest one at random, she flipped open her ring of lockpicking tools and set to work.

She had just gotten the door unlocked, however, when a piercing scream ripped its way through the complex. She sighed and relocked the door.

The scream sounded as if it came from the far end of the complex. They headed up a short flight of stairs and down a long hall that seemed to head in the right direction. Nearing the end of the hall, Tee caught the faint sounds of conversation coming from somewhere ahead and she waved the others to hold back and hold silent. Peering around the corner she looked through a door into what appeared to be one end of a larger barracks. There was definitely someone in there, but they were out of sight. In the opposite direction – the direction she felt the scream had come from – was another short flight of stairs leading up.

At Tee’s direction – and following Tor’s lead – they rounded the corner and headed up the stairs. These led into a large, open common room containing several tables, a few divans, several cushioned chairs, and a number of deformed stone idols.

Two cultists were on guard duty here, but they seemed lax in their duties: One was leaning lackadaisically against the wall while the other sat on a chair, sharpening his sword. Tor, still under the camouflaging effects of Elestra’s communion with the Spirit of the City, was able to sneak along the wall and kill the first without the other even noticing. When he went for the sword-sharpener, however, the cultist got a turn of good luck, narrowly dodging Tor’s thrust. But his luck lasted for only a moment: As he opened his mouth to give a warning shout, Tor cut him down in a gasping gurgle.

Another scream rended the air. They whirled towards the source, heading down a long flight of stairs that opened into a long, wide, sconce-lit hall. The staircase emerged above the floor of the hall and descended through open air, although along the nearest end it was flanked by two broad ledges which could be reached by independent stairs from the chamber floor.

The walls and the floor below were of black-and-red swirled marble. In the center of the lower floor was a large table of inclined stone. Strapped to this table was a young boy, his body wracked in the midst of some sort of horrible transformation: One arm had grown bulbous with rippling black muscles, his skin was mottled with a sickly green growth, and pus-filled sores were sprouting across his entire body and blood streamed from wounds that seemed to open and close of their own accord. His face was rictused in agony.

Standing nearby were two priests in white robes marked with the black hand of the Ebon Hand. They were manipulating syringes and checking injection tubes that had been plunged into the body of the transforming boy. Their work was being overseen by another man with mottled grey skin streaked with serpentine green wearing an ebony headdress.

Two more priests were standing near the end of the stairs. Their attention was given wholly to the grim proceedings before them. Tee – barely suppressing the rage she felt at the scene – was easily able to pass silently down the stairs. The priests weren’t aware of her until she sent one of their heads flying down the length of the chamber.

It landed near the feet of the man with the mottled grey skin. The priests stared down at it for a moment dumbly, and before they had a chance to process what was happening Tor had charged down the stairs and thrown them into complete disarray.

The grey-skinned man turned to one of the priests, “Give me your potion! Now!”

“Yes, Malleck.”

“It’s Malleck!” Tee cried with triumph.

Malleck swallowed the potion and disappeared.

“Dammit!”

MALLECK’S LAST STAND

Tee and Elestra laid down a volley of dragon pistol fire, forcing the remaining priests to backpedal rapidly as Agnarr moved to engage them. Tor, however, had shut his eyes, thinking back to the long hours of blind-folded training he had practiced back on his ranch. It seemed so long ago, and yet—

His sword lashed out. A spray of arterial blood spread across the wall and the venomed curses of Malleck could be heard clearly over the sounds of the nearby melee.

Tor opened his eyes with a grim smile. But suddenly a secret panel in the far wall slid open… and slid shut again. Malleck had escaped! Tor threw himself at the door, but was left searching helplessly for the mechanism to open it.

Two of the remaining priests called upon dark gods in a sibilant, twisted tongue. Hands of crackling black energy appeared in the air before them—And Agnarr’s flaming blade ripped through them and turned the priests behind them into smoldering ruins. In their last instants, the hands actually tried to flee from the enraged barbarian as they flickered out ineffectually. Elestra summoned lightning from the air itself to immolate the last of the priests.

Ranthir waved a hand over his feet and set off with expeditious speed back up the long stairs, hoping that he might be able to cut Malleck off from his escape.

Tee, meanwhile, was racing in the opposite direction. She hit the wall where Malleck had disappeared with her ring and in a burst of blue energy the panel slid open. Passing through it, she found herself back in the library. The blood trail ended abruptly (Tee guessed that Malleck had magically healed himself), but Tee’s sharp nose caught the passing of his scent. With something of a wild guess, she directed Elestra to send a burst of lightning in that direction—

And struck the invisible Malleck!

Malleck howled with pain. He was still invisible, but Tor followed his voice and caught him in another spray of blood.

“May the Galchutt consume you!” Malleck appeared, his hand outstretched towards them. A pillar of fire erupted around Tor.

Malleck turned to make good his escape, but Ranthir – racing down the hall from the opposite direction – stretched out his own hand and enmeshed Malleck in an impenetrable web. Malleck managed to wrench his way free from the sticky mass, but found himself trapped and backed into a corner as Tor and Agnarr closed in on him.

“Help! Help! To arms! The compound is under attack! We’re under attack!”

THE FALL OF THE TEMPLE

Agnarr, having burned his way through the web using his sword, plunged his sword into Malleck’s body. Tee, meanwhile, had heard the commotion of reinforcements drawn to Malleck’s final rallying cry. She called for the others to fall back through the secret door… only to discover that her ring had, unfortunately, disabled its mechanism. They couldn’t shut it.

Tor, taking up the rear of their retreat back into the laboratory, heard a door slam nearby and the rush of footsteps drawing nearer. Then voices cried out: “Malleck is down! Get him!”

During Malleck’s last stand, Nasira had turned her attention to the boy. She found that his heart was failing him. The process that was transforming him was obviously botched and incomplete and now it was killing him.

Hearing this, Agnarr couldn’t contain his rage. He was furious over the boy. With a grim look of determination he charged back out through the secret door.

“Agnarr!” Tee screamed. “What are you doing?!”

Agnarr found two cultist guards trying to haul Malleck out of the web. He cut them down with a single furious sweep of his blade.

But there were at least a dozen more of the cultists charging down the hall towards him. Agnarr whirled towards them…

And was joined by Tor, who gave him an ironic nod. “Well, since you’re out here anyway…”

Side-by-side they charged up the stairs and into the long hall. Tee, meanwhile, had gone back up the long-stairs and circled around to the far side of the barracks. She was waiting for the waves of reinforcements to run dry, but they just kept coming.

Elestra joined Tor and Agnarr in the hall, using the last of her lightning to chew up the back ranks of the cultists. For a moment it looked as if their morale might break.

But then a woman in red and black full plate – a red cape with a black hand embroidered upon its swirling across her back – emerged from the barracks. She started barking orders and rallying cries to the nearest soldiers.

Agnarr held his ground to keep the cultists from converging on Elestra, but Tor began to cut a path towards the woman. As Tor drew near, the woman saw him isolated from his companions. She carefully circled their skirmish, trying to flank him… but she was caught completely off-guard as Agnarr surged his way forward and came up behind them with preternatural speed. She was cut down before she realized the danger that was upon her.

Tee, thinking the woman to be the last of the cultists coming from that direction, emerged from her place of hiding in an effort to circle around the others and flank them. But as she did, two cultist priests came rushing out of the barracks and caught her standing in the middle of the hall. They sneered at her. “Trying to flee, eh?”

They took two steps towards her and then glanced down the length of the hall… where they saw the devastation wrought by Agnarr, Tor, and Elestra.

They turned and ran back into the barracks.

Running the Campaign: Moral Dilemmas of Magic – Campaign Journal: Session 40D
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

Atlas Games’ Penumbra line of D20 products continues to lead the field in D&D supplements.

Review Originally Published December 15th, 2000

There are two primary functions that a review serves: First, it lets people know about a product they might otherwise have been unaware of. Second, it tells them enough about it to let them know whether or not its a product they should buy.

The Black Amulet is a free promo offering for Atlas Games’ Penumbra line of D20 support products (which, as pretty much everyone reading this probably already knows, means that they’re compatible with the third edition of D&D). It’s a single magic item described in two pages – so why am I bothering to review something it’s going to take you less than five minutes to read for yourself?

Just to give you a quick head’s up that it exists.

The amulet is a unique magic item, which possesses a couple of unique twists to confound the unwitting players you let have it. In addition to the basic routine of stats and a description of its powers, Nephew has also taken the time to include a detailed history for the item – not only giving some depth to what would otherwise be yet another magical knick-knack, but also unleashing some good adventure seeds and roleplaying fodder.

That makes the Black Amulet yet another Penumbra product that takes the extra step necessary to take something typical and make it something noteworthy. This consistent ability to give you more than you bargained for, coupled with strong production values and an extremely competitive price point, helps Penumbra – in my estimation – lead the field when it comes to D&D supplements. The only company who’s even coming close at this point is Wizards of the Coast itself.

You can check The Black Amulet out (and keep an eye out for future promo material) here.

Title: The Black Amulet
Authors: John Nephew
Company: Atlas Games
Line: Penumbra
Price: Free!
Pages: 2

Style: 5
Substance: 4

Originally Posted: 2000/12/15

If I recall correctly, part of my motivation for reviewing free PDFs like The Wizard’s Amulet and The Black Amulet was because I was a poor college kid, and so just literally affording new RPG books to review was tough. I was trying to use my newfound reputation as a reviewer to get review copies, but I never really got those to flow at a rate that would support my ravenous desire for both reading RPG books and reviewing them.

John Nephew at Atlas Games, it should be noted, has always been a savvy fellow: Produce third party D&D supplements using the OGL? He was one of the few who saw the opportunity. Using free PDFs to promote your third party D&D supplements? Smart. Let’s do that, too. I also remember reading a post he made on RPGNet that broke down the reality that RPG publishers need to swap from softcover books to hardcover if they wanted to stay profitable. Atlas made the leap immediately; the rest of the industry followed.

It also says something about Atlas Games and its values that the link for downloading The Black Amulet has never changed.

For an explanation of where these reviews came from and why you can no longer find them at RPGNet, click here.

Dwiz over at A Knight at the Opera has compiled a list and summary of EVERY Initiative Method!

I started putting together an article like this five or six years ago and gave up on it. So I think it’s really cool to see someone conquer the topic. This is a super valuable resource for RPG designers, but also for GMs who want to expand their thinking about how encounters are initiated and structured.

Check it out!