24/10/2019
My 9-5 is with a nonprofit that runs a gaming enrichment program (after school, camps) focused on using tabletop gaming as a means to academic and social/emotional growth. Multiclassing as an administrator, game master educator, and professional game master has its perks, not least of which is the massive number of totes of and other treasures we have in the magical supply room that I get to play with now.
Pictured here (prior to being populated with townsfolk, our emerging heroes, and 💀 ) is the small town my Sunday game starts off in.
The town's open-air market (the pyramidal rooftops near the fountain), the central fountain, and the surrounding tiled mosaic depicting the narrative of the town's founding are all full of yet to be placed minis of jubilant townsfolk reveling in the parade and festivities of the town's most celebrated annual festival, though, they'll soon be stained with blood as skeletons--the army of the town's founder--somehow awakened in the nearby ancient crypt only to set upon the unsuspecting town at the height of the festival. The guards, outnumbered and overwhelmed, place their hope in the PCs who have emerged from the crowd to assist.