Of Might and Magik

Welcome to your campaign!
A blog for your campaign

Wondering how to get started? Here are a few tips:

1. Invite your players

Invite them with either their email address or their Obsidian Portal username.

2. Edit your home page

Make a few changes to the home page and give people an idea of what your campaign is about. That will let people know you’re serious and not just playing with the system.

3. Choose a theme

If you want to set a specific mood for your campaign, we have several backgrounds to choose from. Accentuate it by creating a top banner image.

4. Create some NPCs

Characters form the core of every campaign, so take a few minutes to list out the major NPCs in your campaign.

A quick tip: The “+” icon in the top right of every section is how to add a new item, whether it’s a new character or adventure log post, or anything else.

5. Write your first Adventure Log post

The adventure log is where you list the sessions and adventures your party has been on, but for now, we suggest doing a very light “story so far” post. Just give a brief overview of what the party has done up to this point. After each future session, create a new post detailing that night’s adventures.

One final tip: Don’t stress about making your Obsidian Portal campaign look perfect. Instead, just make it work for you and your group. If everyone is having fun, then you’re using Obsidian Portal exactly as it was designed, even if your adventure log isn’t always up to date or your characters don’t all have portrait pictures.

That’s it! The rest is up to your and your players.

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Uninvited Guests

A concerning sight lay spread out before him, the wrecked ship halfway up the cliff face was crawling with people assessing the damage and off-loading supplies. Even from his distant vantage point he could tell that unless they had some powerful magic with them these people were not going anywhere soon. A cloud of concern drifted over his face as he considered the ramifications. The goblins would be be beside themselves with glee when they found this new plaything.

It could have been worse, he thought. They could have landed on the eastern shore. That would have been a recipe for a massacre. If the rumors of the activity along the northern peninsula were true, then it was quite lucky they did not land there either. The haunted cove would have been terrible, he could still hear the screams of the last ship crew to land there. Really, as bad as it seemed, this ship crew might actually have a chance. He would need to watch them, to see if they may be worth aiding.

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When it rains, it pours

Word reached him, carried swiftly through his network of spies set up around the island. The plant-folk were not content to stay put, even though they had yet to defeat the northern monkey tribe. Sightings of the abominations filtered through to him, troubling reports of the monsters behaving unusually, ignoring what would probably be prime dwelling sites and concentrating on ancient sites. A cold wave of realization struck him as he pieced the reports together… They were searching for something. Finally, the report he was waiting for arrived; the plant-folk had begun to establish a nest. He sent word to the chief, this was a threat they must deal with directly, something even more important than the shipwrecked long-legs and their fort of twigs.

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The wind beneath his wings

Today was going to be special, Frielvig be praised. Today she was to be allowed to take the beast out, to soar above the mountains, and to rain death and destruction down on the savages that inexplicably continued to struggle against all logic and reason. One of their towns had been discovered by scouts and the honor fell to her to remove it.

The preflight check was always one of her favorite parts of any flight. The order that surrounded that activity was strangely refreshing from the chaos of normal city life. Her fingertips ran over the smooth, supple skin of the great beast, feeling the pulse of life contained within. She checked the payload release, ensuring that critical piece was functioning properly, and began to giggle. The little barbarians wouldn’t know what hit them.

The great beast strained against the morning breeze, aching to be released from its restraints. Beneath it crawled the tiny figures it served, strapping a basket containing vials of explosive death to its belly. Finally one of the creatures gave the order and its shackles were released. Slowly, ponderously the beast rose, straining against the massive weight imparted upon it by its masters. Today was going to be special.

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