Feb 07, 2012 23:35
...because every DM must, at some point, break out the graph paper, and the pencils, and descend into those dark, murky deeps, writing level upon level of trick, trap, monster and treasure, secret door and concealed pit trap, and all the rest, until he has found himself with a grand mysterious deep.
This has produced more text in the last two weeks (current count: just over 3100 words) than I produced in the entirety for the 2011 attempt at building. I've drawn about twelve sheets of graph paper and thrown out eleven, and am hastily attempting to finish three by next Monday (when I begin running players into it!).
I cannot decide based on how I am writing, whether this is going to be for me, or if it really is for others. It swings back and forth between short notes and actual paragraphs, written in a style that is so reminiscent of Gygax that it borders on the pastiche.
Still, I'm genuinely enjoying most of this. The graph-paper, less so, I cannot lie; I am finding that drawing maps out does not fill me with happiness, but simply using geomorphs makes me less happy as well, at least for these initial levels. I suspect as I descend I will be less original with my mapmaking, or perhaps I'll just hit my stride and make it work.
manipuraka,
call me the tumblin' dice