Category: RDI History

Dale the Mycologist

Dale the Mycologist By Geoff Bottone The Red Dragon Inn 9 – The Undercity is live on Kickstarter! Today we dive into a tale from the Undercity. Let’s meet Dale, our diminutive, pixie mushroom farmer as he runs into an intriguing character up to no good. “Hey!” shouted Dale, his mouth full of mud. “Watch where you’re going!” He pushed himself up off of the cavern floor and squinted angrily through the roiling cloud of spores. Ahead of him, a gorge of absolute ruin had been carved straight through the middle of his carefully cultivated field. In the distant shadows,

The Black Dragon Depths

The Black Dragon Depths story by Geoff Bottone Nerodia was the latest in a matrilineal lineage of gorgons who had built up a long and impressive legacy around the islands of the Avathian Sea. For generations, the women in her family had slithered in and around the ruins on a remote island. After they had used their abilities to lure sailors close enough to smash their ships apart on their reefs, they would swim out to the wreckage, eat some of the survivors, and petrify the rest. What food that they could not eat themselves they carried back to their

Lucky’s Rolling Barrel

Lucky’s Rolling Barrel story by Geoff Bottone For Zakhan, the Harmonious Cup served two equally spiritual purposes. It was located within the Great Temple of Greyport, and whenever he visited it, Zakhan felt the peace and oneness that he always felt whenever he was close to the divine. It was also a place where he could drink alcohol of exceptional quality, thereby allowing himself to establish a deeper connection with his chi. He hoped that, by drinking as much as Farai, the proprietor, had to offer, and by practicing his art in the quiet tasting room, he would swiftly ascend

Father Farai

Father Farai story by Geoff Bottone It was late autumn, but the rendering room was so hot and humid that Farai had stripped down to his under-robes. He paced around the cramped room, which was tucked away in the basement of the Rookhaven temple of Farnir, and watched as the contents of each of the large metal vats continued to boil. He knew it would be hours and hours before he had cooked off enough liquid for the maple sap to be usable, but he couldn’t help fretting and fussing over the vats like an overprotective parent. He stoked one