July Miscellany

"All Hail the Ultra Bastard" (Dead Tree, No Shelter) presents a set of free old-school rules that I would try, if I played.

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"Against the RPG Rulebook Spartanism" (Monsters and Manuals) warms the heart of this jaded old critic:

I reject RPG Rulebook Spartanism. I don't think that RPG rulebooks should only be designed with usability in mind. The only ones I have ever read and wanted to play, in fact, are precisely those that prioritise readability over usability. And I am going to out myself. I have played lots of RPGs over the years. But I also - and I am going to shock you, now - going to proudly declare that I own many RPG books that I have absolutely no earthly use for, but which I like because they are enjoyable to read and full of interesting ideas. I do not think it is a sin against God for a designer to prioritise the reading experience over the gaming one. I have no problem with confessing to reading things and enjoying the images they conjure in the mind as an end in itself.

While I bear no ill will to efficiency-minded GMs, some popular RPG books are not much more than glorified GM screens.

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"Think For Yourself" (New York Review of Books) is an article in which Dan Chiasson considers what is lost when we let AI finish our thoughts for us. He considers how writers from TS Eliot to Elizabeth Bishop let thoughts hang and ripen until they completed themselves. Apparently, in Emily Dickenson's manuscripts, you can get an idea of how long she paused to think of her next line by how dark the the blob of ink is in the spot where she rested her pen. From a certain point of view, this essay is all about possibility: if not the designed "possibility structures" that this blog takes as its structure, the creative space of possibility in the mind of the artist as she creates. Chiasson quotes a passage from William James laying out the idea of "active gaps" in one's mind:

Suppose we try to recall a forgotten name. The state of our consciousness is peculiar. There is a gap therein; but no mere gap. It is a gap that is intensely active. A sort of wraith of the name is in it... the gap of one word does not feel like the gap of another, all empty of content as both might seem necessarily to be when described as gaps.

 He also quotes Luise Glück:

It seems to me that what is wanted, in art, is to harness the power of the unfinished... the problem is to make a whole that does not forfeit this power.

Perhaps RPG sourcebooks aren't at all the right place to look for the resonant "power of the unfinished." Perhaps...

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I stumbled onto an old blog post by Seth Kenlon arguing that "Game Books do History Better than History Books". As a historical wargamer, Kenlon has found that books about actual history are much less clear, and hence more frustrating, than sourcebooks for made-up role-playing game worlds. This seemed to me a good occasion to recommend the Penguin Historical Atlas of Ancient Civilizations by John Haywood, which is a slim and map-filled paperback that really is a sourcebook-level overview of the ancient world.

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For years and years, I've heard Tolkien's Middle-Earth criticized as too Euro-centric, and M.A.R. Barker's less-known world Tékumel, the basis for the early RPG Empire of the Petal Throne, praised by contrast as a fantasy world with serious interest in non-Western cultures. One might think Tolkien was the reactionary and Barker the liberal multiculturalist. So I was quite surprised to find out that in 2022, Barker was discovered to have been an anti-Semite and Nazi revisionist at the end of his life: under a pseudonym, he had published a novel where the hero joins up with Nazis to bring about the Fourth Reich. Tolkien, meanwhile, is very much on the record as having been opposed to the Nazi movement. Needless to say, M.A.R. Barker's stock has fallen; read details in "Ruins and Racists" by Gregory Jones-Katz, in the Baffler.

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In "REVIEW: 50 Years of Text Games," John Psmith got into some things that I hope to get into eventually in this blog, namely procedural generation and simulation as they relate to the idea of the possibility structure. Choose-your-own-adventure books and early text games are some of the simplest possibility structures out there: possibilities of a text, rather than the more abstract possibility of a narrative. But, as the review points out, you eventually run up against their limits.

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Free League Publishing, out of Sweden, puts out an impressive variety of RPGs, from original games like Mörk Borg and Vaesen to licensed games like the Alien or Blade Runner RPGs. I always wondered: why Sweden? How did role-playing games make such a cultural dent there? I learned the answer: state subsidies. Roleplaying did take off in Sweden in the 1980s, but in 1988, an organization called Sverok set itself up as an umbrella organization for local Swedish youth roleplaying clubs, and it was big enough to qualify for funding from the Swedish government. This meant that the clubs had support for getting places to meet and money for rulebooks. From Wikipedia:

Since forming a club and joining Sverok meant receiving funds (rather than paying a membership fee) many teenagers saw it as a good way of getting some gaming supplements essentially for free. The only real requirements were – and are – that the clubs need to be open for members and organized in a democratic fashion. From a governmental perspective, this ensures that a large number of people are involved in a democratic process early on in life. During these early years much of the organizing of the federation itself was done on a volunteer basis.

Imagine being a teenager, and having Uncle Sam pay for your Player's Handbook...

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"Arden Vul - Conclusions" (Writings) describes the end of a sixty-session megadungeon campaign in the Halls of Arden Vul, which apparently has over 2,000 rooms. It sounds like the players came in with a suitably epic strategy.

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"The Destined Heroes Play Style" (Patchwork Paladin) lays out the elements of what is perhaps the dominant way of playing Dungeons and Dragons today. For our purposes the point is that the players and game master aim for a particular narrative shape, where the players' characters get individualized arcs and time in the spotlight, bundling together a hero's journey for each player. This is very different from the "scoundrels in a harsh world" story that's associated with the "old school" playstyle.

Tolkien's Sandbox

If your humble critic sometimes seem to overpraise J.R.R. Tolkien, it's not because I think his books are beyond criticism. I can acknowledge the flaws. There is indeed something troubling about orcs, a sentient but irredeemably evil species with central Asian racial tinges, though I don't think this is a central concern of the books. What I find remarkable is, rather, the scale of Tolkien's achievement, the degree to which his particular vision of myth, history, and morality has proved itself globally resonant and endlessly inspiring. Although I am not a habitual manga reader, a recommendation piqued my interest in one called "Delicious in Dungeon," where a party of explorers in a D&D-like world figures out how to survive in the dungeon by making gourmet meals out of the monsters they slay. Tolkien's ideas about dwarves and elves have travelled to the other end of Eurasia: the adventuring party at the center of this story includes a human, a half-elf, a dwarf, and a halfling.

The inventors of Dungeons and Dragons liked to claim that sword and sorcery authors like Fritz Leiber and Robert E. Howard were bigger influences on their game than Tolkien.was. Possibly this claim had a touch of legal defensiveness in it, but it's clear that they had sword and sorcery in mind. Their customers, however, were surely overwhelmingly in pursuit of the Toklienian. The lithe elves and stocky dwarves and lucky halflings have stuck around. To get away from Tolkien's framework, you must either excise his fantasy races or make an equally drastic change to the setting—or make a work of explicit critique. Glorantha, for example, comments on Tolkien by adopting a very different view of mythology and religion, and reimagining the dwarves and elves in light of that.

I recently had the opportunity to stroll through a shopping mall, and in that mall was a bookstore called Books-a-Million. I looked at the two bookcases devoted to roleplaying games. In my quick perusal, it seemed to be eighty or ninety percent Tolkien-inspired: Dungeons and Dragons, Pathfinder, Daggerheart, and a few others: all have the family resemblance, and took up most of the shelf space. The remainder was divided between Lovecraft (Call of Cthulhu), George Lucas (Starfinder), and the whole band of creators behind the Warhammer 40K experience. And I think this does represent something about the mainstream of the role-playing hobby: as much as I enjoy the strange individual visions of eccentrics' imagined worlds, most people really want to play in Tolkien's sandbox.

The Experience of Conversation

Many role-playing games, in their rulebooks, assert that playing the game takes the form of a conversation. Even games like Pathfinder, which tends to use grid-based tactical combat, lets the game master give bonuses for things that aren't covered in the written rules, which keeps the conversational element that separates RPGs from board games. Now, the premise of this blog is that your humble critic does not play role-playing games, but I have had quite a few conversations in the course of my life, and I believe I know something about them. This morning, I discovered a recent essay entitled "An Analogy About Rules for Sickos," on a blog called To Be Resolved. The essay asks whether conversation games that are defined by rules leave space for infinite human creativity, or whether the rules function by subtractioin, marking off a bounded set of conversations from the set of all possible conversations. The writer uses the infinite complexity of the Mandelbrot set's border as an analogy for how creativity isn't dampened by limits. ("Cantor Dust," created by the infinite removal of middle thirds of line segments, has some properties that could enliven the analogy further, but it's not so pretty to look at.) Now, I like this analogy and I think it does the work it needs to, but for the blog, let's try pushing a little further.

The first thing to note is that fractals, or the fractal-like border of the Mandelbrot Set, require properties of continuity. The "zoom" has to be infinite; if there's a lowest level of resolution, you have to end your recursive process when you reach your atoms. Now, an in-person role-playing game or a face-to-face conversation partakes of enough sensory experience that I'm willing to hypothesize fractal-like continuity, but people also play by post, or play by chat, and digital text is ultimately discrete rather than continuous. The space of possible human interactions may be uncountably infinite, but the space of possible digital texts is countable and, given an arbitrary upper bound of length, finite. So if play-by-post is a valid instantiation of a conversation game, we aren't in a situation of fractal-like possibility.

What Borges was getting at in "The Library of Babel," a story about a library that contained all possible texts of a certain length, is that a large enough set of possible texts is functionally infinite for human cognition. And meaning does not automatically adhere to a text; a random generation gives you an ocean of gibberish with a drop of meaning. The Library of Babel is what I think of when I try to conceptualize the space of possible conversations.

In the era of chatbots, the large language model (LLM), is something like a structure for generating semantic paths through the space of possible texts. The Library of Babel finally has a decent card catalog. And, given how intellectual history tends to go, I believe we're entering a stage of culture where it's as seemingly obvious to us that the human mind is a kind of large language model as it was to Freud that the mind was a kind of steam engine, dealing with all sorts of explosive internal pressures. Which is to say, we always reimagine ourselves in light of our dominant technologies.

But human beings are not actually known to be procedural text generators. For all of our science, we don't understand our minds particularly well, and we seem to be stuck with the "hard problem of consciousness," insofar as internal experience is self-evident but incurably internal. And, after introspection: how does our conscious reasoning relate to what we actually say and do? When we speak or write fluently, where does the next phrase really come from? The unconscious in mysterious and not obviously algorithmic.

Perhaps most importantly, for our purposes, is the question of how social expectations, laws, and rules function in our unconscious minds. Learning to participate in a social practice, such as a conversation game, means that our unconscious or subconscious minds can effectively present our conscious minds with reasonable options for action, so that we can deliberate rather than feeling lost in the rules. We experience the rules of even a finite game as positive options rather than constraints on our freedom: the strong chess player doesn't waste time consciously discarding invalid moves as options.

So, to sum up, the fractal-like border of the Mandelbrot set is a wonderful image for illustrating infinite creativity within bounds, but the "space of all possible conversations" is an abstraction with little relationship to how we speak and think. Besides, so many creative endeavors involve adding things to an empty space, whether it's paint on a canvas or words on a page, that "subtractive" arts seem like an exception. A noble exception, to be sure: heaven forbid that I cause any offense to stonecarvers or practitioners of Moog-style subtractive sound synthesis.

Points of Interest on the Map of Dragon Pass

It's a two-page spread, the map of Dragon Pass, early in The Glorantha Sourcebook. The left page is mostly green with forests and grasslands; the right page has more brown, indicating aridity. There's a mountain range running from southwest to northeast on the left page and another range in the bottom half of the fold between the pages. Highly visible labels include Tarsh, Beast Valley, and Prax. Looking a bit closer, we find Esrolia, Grazelands, Heortland, and others. The Shadow Plateau jumps out as a roughly rectangular spot of gray at hte bottom of the left page; the map scale indicates that it's about sixty miles wide and thirty miles from north to south. Villages are scattered across the map, as are oases in the desert of the right-hand pagee. And there are interesting marked objects: the Sun Wheel Ruins, the Throne, the Obscure Plinth, the Block, the Stump.

Here, I'd like to bring draw together this blog's previous posts, "What's Glorantha?" and "Fantasy Maps as Possibility Structures" in a particular example. This map appears just before a thirty-page section of the sourcebook entitled "The History of Dragon Pass," which is presented as a document written by one "Amstalli of Nochet" in response to a request form his queen. Nochet is in fact a location on the mamp, about thirty miles southwest of the Shadow Plateau. Your humble critic referred back to this map dozens of times as he tried to understand the thirty-page history of the region. But this only whetted my appetite: it talked about major events and personalities but skipped over details about many of the specific locations. I wanted to know more. To illustrate the density (or dimensionality) of the map, I'll take three locations and look them up in the Guide to Glorantha to understand what they are and what they tell us about their fantasy world. I've chosen the Shadow Plateau, of course; Muse Roost, a village or city on the western side of the map, and Contemplative Rest, a peaceful-sounding place near the middle of the map.

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From the surrounding countryside, the Shadow Plateau looks like three-thousand-foot-tall black cliffs. For reference, that's the height of the El Capitan cliff face in Yosemite. The plateau is not a total wasteland; it has vegetation. But it also has a huge amount of obsidian sand, which is there because the plateau used ot hold a city-sized castle called the Palace of Black Glass, dating back to the God Time.

What is the God Time, you ask? In Glorantha, God Time was the era when the authentic myths occurred, when the gods interacted freely with each other. The chronology of the God Time is loose, with myths happening in certain senses simultaneously. It's similar to how ancient people probably didn't worry too much about whether Theseus preceded Hercules in the folk versions of the myths. Linear time, when events can be definitively placed on a calendar, began as the resolution of a catastrophe in God Time, but individuals and structures survived from God Time. Imagine if the Pillars of Hercules in Gibraltar were literal pillars, signed with Hercules's name, and had been since time immemorial.

The Palace of Black Glass was such a surviving structure, and it was ruled by a troll king known as The Only Old One. This fellow was born in the God Time and lived for 1,300 years of linear time, until he was slain by a new andd more powerful king. But he wasn't the only undying demigod hanging around in the region; in the RPG's default starting year of 1625, there are still beings from God Time to be found.

So, after the ruining of the palace, the top of the Shadow Plateau became a dangerous and haunted place, even as a whole troll society existed in the caves and tunnels of the plateau, and in the undestroyed basement of the ancient Palace. Glorantha's trolls appear to be the big brutes of the setting, like Tolkien's Orcs, but they're highly intelligent and quite sympathetic, exiled from their true homeland in the underworld and suffering under a centuries-old curse. In Glorantha's elemental system, trolls are associated with Darkness, but Darkness is distinct from and staunchly opposed to the Chaos that the thread to the setting. So, whiile the Shadow Plateau is dangerous for non-trolls, it's not an evil or corrupt place.

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I picked Muse Roost based on the name, thinking it might be a nice arts commune, or a little village of bird people. That's not what it turns out to be. It's the home and headquarters of an immortal mercenary captain named Ethilrist, Lord of the Black Horse Troop. The Glorantha Sourcebook tells us that he was famous for raiding the underworld for treasure, which included demon horses and a hell hound. Ethilrist qualifies, metaphysically, as a Hero, for having travelled into God Time and returned with power: he's on the just about same level as the other political power players in the era. But the Guide to Glorantha tells us more, and gives us his personality. First, the demon horses are carnivorous and pretty scary-looking. Second, despite having so much power, Ethilrist is needy and insecure. He's written a twelve-volume autobiography explaining why he's such a man of history and destiny; we get the sense that he's rationalizing. The Guide even includes an excerpt from the unfinished thirteenth volume of his opus. So Muse Roost is the city of a narcissistic immortal warlord who fancies himself a patron of the arts, and something of a writer himself.

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I picked out Contemplative Rest on the map because its name reminded me of Traveller's Rest, South Carolina, a little town just north of Greenville. And... neither the Sourcebook nor the Guide say much about this place specifically. It is one of a number of settlements of a non-human fantasy race called Dragonewts. If you're familiar with contemporary Dungeons and Dragons, you might htink that these beings look like the Dragonborn. But the Dragonborn are just dragon-people without much specific personality required. Dragonewts, on the other hand, are walking zen riddles, operating in a way that's totally alien to humans, often seeming to simply ignore everything around them. Their inscrutability is the point. If humans were to enter a Dragonewt settlement like Contemplative Rest, it would feel like something from another planet. The architecture wouldn't just be different, it would be weird, almost eerie. The Glorantha Bestiary is an RPG book full of creatures and non-human beings for players to encounter. It has sidebars for how a player can play as anything from a dwarf or elf to a minotaur or centaur. You can even be a small humanoid duck. But there are no instructions for as a dragonewt.

The one thing we know about Contemplative Rest itself is it's part of a group of dragonewt settlements that are located in such a way that drawing certain lines between them makes the shape of a dragon rune. And something about dragonewt religion is that if the dragonewts are devout, they will eventually reincarnate as cosmic dragons, but if they stray from the path of righteousness, they devolve into dinosaurs.

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An interesting thing about Glorantha is that it's almost entirely expressed in games and resources for games. Greg Stafford wrote a "novel" for the setting but it's in the form of collected pseudo-historical documents that have been assembled into a critical edition by scholars of a later civilization. Lacking epic tales that would give me a tour of the setting, it's maps like these that provide paths into the imagined world.

Fantasy Maps as Possibility Structures

To begin with, let us propose a definition of a map. Let us say that it's a two-dimensional arrangement of symbols, where the spatial relationships between the symbols spatial relationships between the things symbolized. Importantly for our purposes, the things symbolized may be real or imagined. This definition is good enough for a simple drawn map, though it probably doesn't suffice for things like color gradients or borders. But we'll get to that.

A single symbol is not a map. Arrange two symbols, however, and you have the beginning of something. Put a mountain near the top-left corner of the page, and a castle in the middle. Questions arise. How close is the castle to the mountains? Can the people in the castle see the mountain? Do they travel to it? What's in the empty, in-between space? Add a road, a river, and other symbols, and soon you have a web of possible journeys. For a certain sort of mind it is impossible not to plot routes, imagine vistas, and consider obstacles.

The symbols may be arbitrarily dimensional: the dot labeled "Los Angeles" on a map of the United States stands for a dazzlingly complex city and landscape, while a different map's labeled dot may indicate a village that hasn't been imagined yet. The idea of the discrete symbol breaks down here: a color gradient could indicate temperature, or elevation, or any number of continuous things, while a boundary line may symbolize no particular or recognizable feature in a physical location, yet political division of territory is one of the things we want maps to show us.

At this stage, we have something like a map as a spatial symbolic field.

The maps that came with Tolkien's books entranced your humble critic when he was a boy. They were of course helpful in understanding the events described in the books, but it was the places the characters never thought to go that really caught my attention. In The Hobbit's map, what were the Grey Mountains like? And the Withered Heath? And the Iron Hills? Could the group have climbed the Mountains of Mirkwood to get their bearings, or would they have found worse monsters up there? And in The Lord of the Rings, there was that mysterious word on the right side of the map, Rhûn...

It is often said that the map is not the territory, but I do not believe that this necessarily holds for fantasy maps.

A territorial map is the first form of possibility structure, implying as it does any number of traversals. A second form of possibility structure extends in time, elaborating or suggesting a branching sequence of events. And the forms may of course be combined. I think of Hamann's assertion that painting was the first writing, while music was "the original bodily image of all temporal measures and intervals"; in other words, music belongs to time and painting to space. One wonders if the full spatiotemporal possibility structure analogizes to Wagner's total work of art, but one wonders this only briefly, before remembering what it is we're talking about: to wit, RPG sourcebooks.

Americans Don't Do Grimdark

I was reading Fall of Delta Green last week and it struck me how much iconic American horror is about trying to preserve the appearance of normalcy. Our bleakest and most nihilistic art is about dying for the American Dream while knowing full well that it's hollow. Lovecraft believes that people ought to be sheltered from the mind-breaking knowledge of the outer darkness. English grimdark is different: it's about blowing up a horrible world to epic proportions, exaggerating all the misery and brutality of our own world, and then taking it seriously enough that it becomes something other than satire. There's no beautiful dream to protect, no glimmering surface. There's no credible ideology of Mega-City One or the Imperium of Man that makes them look like something worth loving; they're just marginally better than the alternatives.

Americans are considering disillusionment. The English seem to be past that.

What's Glorantha?

The Guide to Glorantha
by Greg Stafford and Jeff Richard
Chaosium, 800 pages, $50 (pdf)

Glorantha is a made-up world, like Tolkien's Middle-Earth. It was initially devised by Greg Stafford, who then used it as a board game setting in the 1970s, and then again as a role-playing game setting after Dungeons and Dragons swept through the nerd world. In the following decades, Stafford colllaborated with his players and other friends to fill out the world of Glorantha, mostly in published ssourcebooks for various iterations of the Runequest RPG, but also in a novel, and in the computer game King of Dragon Pass. Contributors to Glorantha have included Sandy Peterson, creator of Call of Cthulhu, and Robin D. Laws. As a sort of capstone of world-building, Glorantha got its own massive two-volume encyclopedia in the 2010s, the Guide to Glorantha.

To return to the Middle-Earth comparison, there are two things that make Glorantha rather different. First, at a high level, it's built on an obsession with comparative mythology in the same way that Middle-Earth is built on an obsession with constructed languages and a Christian view of old English mythology. Glorantha literalizes the thinking of Joseph Campbell and Mircea Eliade, such that the mythic is not just psychologically real, but a source of physical and political power. There's even in-world commentary on Campbell's idea of the Monomyth: the culture that studies world mythology and devises a synthesis then uses their synthesis as a means of imperial power. The second thing that makes Glorantha different from Middle-Earth is that it's stuffed full of low-level goofy things that clearly started out as in-game jokes and were then worked into the lore more or less seriously. For example, there's a wide and arid land inhabited by nomadic tribes of herdsman: a group that rides and herds bison, one that manages herds of impalas, another one for llamas, and one for antelope, but also a tribe of intelligent humanoid tapirs that drive herds of humans possessing only bovine intelligence, which seems to me like a classic Where's Waldo gag.

What I like most about Glorantha is that it's fundamentally, structurally tragic. The world is elemental, in the classic sense, not atomistic. But there are are more elements than just earth, fire, water, and air. There's also darkness, and concepts like law, truth, and illusion. These elements are the famous "runes" from which the RPG takes its title, and the fact that they can't be scientifically reconciled colors the world. The surface-level conflict is that the sun god, representing hierarchical order, and the storm god, representing restless freedom, are intrinsically conflicting and can at best exist in a condition of unsteady compromise. In Glorantha, attempts to synthesize these metaphysical distinctions threaten to break the world by introducing Chaos, the anti-order that will, if unchecked, dissolve the world. So nature pushes back, in one case making it impossible to travel the oceans for centuries in order to thwart an overreaching maritime empire, and in another case having giant dragons appear and eat an entire nation. There's an emphasis on the cultural violence of imperial expansion: there's no absorption without loss, and that's one reason these attempts to transcend opposites are dangerous. But mortals won't stop trying to move forward. To put it pretentiously, Glorantha is a world where Hegelian synthesis simply doesn't work. Progress has a brutal price, and The Guide to Glorantha tells us that the default starting year for the RPG is about twenty-five years away from total apocalypse and a new dark age.

I feel that I've barely scratched the surface of Glorantha. I have certainly only skimmed its encyclopedia. Beyond this, there are many volumes of mythology, and about 1600 years of linear history, with the Dragon Pass area detailed almost down to the square mile. But, of course, it's the distant and bizarre areas of the map that capture my imagination: the Kingdom of War, the Jrusteli Isles, Doraster, Slon.

Picking Up Where We Left Off: The Blog So Far

There are three posts that I regard as marking out the trajectory of what I'm trying to do here.

In "Hell Upriver: Hite's Qelong," I tried to depict how an open-ended hexcrawl was structured for a certain narrative shape: a possibility structure that collapses, in play, to some version of Apocalypse Now. The goal was to take this web of unrealized narratives as an object of criticism. I don't know that I was successful, but the idea of this blog is essentially that you can look at all the choices that go into creating an adventure or RPG setting, connect them to a wider view of human culture, and then analyze them as you would any other cultural artifact, with no regard for whether it's "usable" or "playable."

In "Landscape Architecture for Gardens of Forking Paths," I took a pretentious run at expressing the blog's thesis. With tongue a bit in cheek, I observed that you can make a comparison between "fragmented" or inconclusive methods of postmodernism and the scenario design of roleplaying games, the latter of which can very intriguingly set up situations that could resolve in infinite ways. Jorge Luis Borges imagined reality as a "garden of forking paths"; reading RPG materials can be like looking down on such a garden from above.

In "Three Obstacles to Literary Realism in Roleplaying Games," I got at a thought that's stayed with me ever since, and developed further. In RPGs (and in interactive fiction), we don't see a ton of literary realism. But consequential choices are in fact a part of everyday life, and personally I think that there are some possibilities here: not necessarily as playable RPGs, but as larger "what-if" structures along the lines of, say, It's a Wonderful Life or Sliding Doors. I'm sure I'll be coming back to this, but basically I think you could experss the possibilities of a person's romantic life in the form of an RPG sourcebook, without expecting anyone to ever play it.

But before pulling on that literary thread, I want to turn to the first possibility structure I ever loved: the fantasy map. And while I'm contractually forbidden from analyzing a certain map of the Sword Coast and the Silver Marches, I have an even better map in mind. Next time: Glorantha.

Storm King's Thunder Series: CANCELLED

 It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you of the cancellation of this blog's critical analysis of the Storm King's Thunder campaign. After the first two entries in the series, which I considered quite successful, in early 2023, I turned to the proper beginning of the campaign, where the heroes are deposited in one of three cities, and must aid the city guards in driving off some sort of attack from one or another group of giants. Little did I know that I was embarking on one of the more harrowing episodes of my storied critical career.

At first, everything seemed normal. I was going to compare the three options for the starting cities. First, Bryn Shander, which is famous in the Sword Coast setting, and was featured in the one Forgotten Realms novel I ever read. Next, Goldenfields, a boring place full of boring NPCs where the aggressive Hill Giants are a welcome break from tedium. Finally, Triboar, a medieval version of the American Wild West, with little factions and intrigues, where one day the fire giants show up in force to, as it turns out, dig an artifact out of the ground in the middle of the town. Obviously, the last one is the only cool one, and I was working up a clever way to tell you so.

Unfortunately, that's when I noticed something strange in the Goldenfields section: a particular pattern in the description of the sprawling agribusiness monastery's crop placements. The oat, barley, and wheat placements put me in mind of some of Robert Browning's poems, and in chasing down the references I had to dig a bit in scholarship of the early Renaissance, at which point it became clear that the Bryn Shander section of the adventure was heavily indebted to Marsilio Ficino. And, of course, by now it was autumn, and I had before me a need to make a closer study of scrimshaw as practiced in Icewind Dale, which took me to Nantucket and Cape Cod for a season.

By summer of 2024, I had unified a typological reading of Moby Dick with the later chapters of Storm King's Thunder, particularly in comparing the great kraken with with the famous white whale. But I had to go even further. My manuscript was running at this point to the hundreds of pages, and prose no longer seemed appropriate to the gravity of the subject matter, which had at this point become, frankly, Neoplatonic. I worked into the middle of 2025 rewriting my work into an extended cycle of sonnets, sestinas, and common-meter hymns.

In late June, 2025, I began reaching out to small presses of quality about a print run. Imagine my surprise when my doorbell rang one morning and I found on my front porch a squadron of burly men in brown wool suits and bowler hats. They pressed past me into my house, over my vociferous objections, and ransacked the place until they'd gathered all of my notes and manuscripts. A tall man in a well-cut frock coat then entered my living room. He addressed me in a thick Scottish accent: "D'ye think you're clever, a-delving into such mysteries as these? 'Tis no fit matter for thy wee blog." He then presented me with an elegantly handwritten non-disclosure agreement, on vellum, which bound me to discontinue my research and speak not a word of the raid for a full calendar year. After certain unpleasant alternatives were discussed, I chose to sign. Under his terms, I am to write no more on the Storm King's Thunder campaign.

I shall return, humbled, to the subject of not playing role playing games this month.

February Miscellany

"Poetic Dungeon and Hex Keying" (Monsters and Manuals) considers a versification of dungeon descriptions. Your humble critic believes this would be a positive development, matching the text itself to the elaborate yet formalized "control panels" and layout design of many role-playing books. If all boxed text had to be written in heroic couplets, we might not have so much of it.

"E. Gary Gygax, Social Psychologist" (Roles, Rolls, and Rules) is an older post that is at least worth a skim. One might think that the "alignment system" of Dungeons and Dragons, which classifies characters on good-evil and law-chaos axes, makes for nice memes, but doesn't seem to cohere if applied in the real world. This post attempts to match the D&D alignment system with contemporary research in social psychology, while also explaining its awkwardness.