Years ago, I did a big map for a world O wanted to develop for my own roleplaying game. My motivation floundered and it got relegated to the pile of ‘stuff I might look at again one day’. I really like the map (which was black and white and hand drawn), so I’ve decided to start working on it again digitally (the map that is, not the rpg) 😉
This was possibly the most atmospheric RPG session I had (years and years ago), where I GM’d Gary Gygax’s Dangerous Journeys RPG. I had my party head-hunted by the priest of a large town to deliver a small package to a friend of his in an outlying border, where his friend ran an Inn.
They arrived at nightfall, and the Inn was silent and dark. I ran it like a macabre horror.
The package was a holy symbol, the innkeeper had requested it because he thought his Inn had become possessed… in reality a demon lived in the bottom of the well, and came out at night… it was classic.
Both creatures are swamp-dwelling, monstrosities that survive by eating any flesh they can get hold of. Once ‘gripped by Fyr’, there is often no chance of escape, and suffocating, constricting doom ensues. It is unsure on whether the Greater Fyr are capable of casting magicks, but there elusivity, cunning and calculated attacks on folk who stumble into their fetid domains suggests this myth may well be true…