I've now had a week to peruse my copy ofHeroes of Shadow. I confess, I've been rather torn about this book. Part of my hesitance has been the result of the continued use of essentials style classes, part that material insiders were assured would remain exclusive has been introduced in published books that are generally available, and part that the book clearly contains material from the canceled/delayed Ravenloft setting book that had originally been slated for release this summer, which makes me wonder what happened to the original plans for the book.
I'm lucky in a lot of ways. My local gaming store (Modern Myths in Northampton, MA) has a decent gaming community. Between Encounters and twice monthly LFR at the store and the fairly regular weekend games with the boys I get a fair amount of Dungeons & Dragons play. The problem? That makes me crave it more.
I've been a DM for over 30 years, so it should come to noone's surprise that after a few years of playing Living Forgotten Realms that I would decide to write a My Realms adventure. For content I went to my old Dungeon magazine pitches. Getting adventures in Dungeon was always a task not dissimilar from throwing spagetti on a wall and trying to get it to stick... most ideas didn't, and so I have a file of rejects.
I confess, I do not like the look of our new companion, though I fear Tenna fares even worse. His name, it seems, is Winter. The name suits him, though I cannot say I enter my nightly meditations soundly with him about. There is something marvelously creepy about the undead. I think he might have been a dragonborn, once. The reptilian cast of his features, the desicated mane of tendrils, they all suggest it, though I do not dare to study him closely enough to be sure. Tenna seems ready to call down holy fire upon him, but I don't know that such an action is warranted.
The bustle of the tavern disturbed me greatly. The hurriedness seemed awkward and yet somehow fit the place, however unused to it I might be. My companions—I won't call them friends, for a I scarcely know them—had taken to eavesdropping on a conversation between a half-elf woman and a couple adventurers. I paid attention, of course, since I had so much to learn.