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Story Cubes: A Random Plot Generator

rsc01I came across these cubes when reading this post over at the Core Mechanic.  Tom’s article was a fascinating read, but I couldn’t help but notice the graphic.  The cubes intrigued me and I went to their site to see for myself.

What are story cubes? From The Creativity Hub: Can you can tell a story that begins with “Once upon a time…” using all 9 face-up images on the  dice? Rory‘s Story Cubes™ comes with nine six-sided dice for a total of 54 images, all packed into a portable pocket-sided box. Every roll results in one of over 10 million combinations for you to use as the starting point for a story or conversation. Rory’s Story Cubes™ is both a great family game and excellent teaching tool, with most fun to be had from ages 6 and up.

200917These cubes are marketed to teachers, educators, parents and other related professions as a way to promote creative thinking.  I wondered just how useful these were as a GM tool.  At 12.95 pounds (exchange rates vary), I decided to get a set for myself.  They arrived today.

These are high quality cubes.  Made of standard die material each of the images is embossed into the face of the cube.  PIT #3 (age 10) is completely fascinated by these cubes.  Even if I DON’T use them as a GM tool they were already worth the money spent.

Just as example I rolled the 9 dice.  I rolled a rainbow, footprint, flashlight, cane, evil shadow, magic wand, arrow, fish, and question mark.   OK that’s a random plot if I ever heard one.  Don’t believe me?

After the storm, the party followed tracks into a dark cave.  One of the magic users tripped and released his inner dark side.  After attacking the rest of the party he vanished into the dark recesses of the cavern.  The party was able to decipher runes on the wall and determined that the only cure was a rare fish that lived within the cave. 

The cubes ship from England but are worth the wait.  Two pointed ears for these GM tools.

May 13, 2009 Posted by | Fluff/Inspiration, Legacy D&D, News, Reviews and Culture, RPG | , , , , , | 5 Comments

The Eerie Exploits of Ranger Co. X: This Star Says I’m a Texas Lawman. Pt 2

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This Star… Part 1

Well, we’ll be heading over to check out the scene,” Chris said indicating his team. “In the meantime, Detective, I’ll need you to pull EVERY file on the Panama Hotel. However, before we head over, what can you tell me about this?” *holds out the note for the the detective to read*

He looks at the note. “‘A veil covers the billets weight’. Hmm. ” His face is a study in perplexity. He shakes his head and hands it back. “Means nothing to me. Do you think its connected?”  He begins gathering his files to share.

edwardarnoldmrpresidentWhile Sorenson is collecting his case files, another detective saunters over, “Walll, lookee here fellers,” he drawls. “These must be the Rangers Sorenson asked fer. Ol’ Homer must be purty desperate. A couple o’ darkies an one o’ them looks like some kinda Injun!” He grins at the team with tobacco-stained teeth.

Jack looks the new comer straight in the eye, “Wow. You must be the chief detective. You the one who figured out it was the fall that killed the fellow?”

Not wanting to start a commotion inside the police station, at least not yet, Chris shoots a look at young Jack. He squares his shoulders in a gesture that clearly indicates ‘Yes we’re Rangers, you want to make something of it’, and looks the new detective in the eye, “Detective Sorenson called us in. And you are?”
Chris jumped in before the big man could do anything other than glare at Jack.

“All’s I’m sayin’ is that you don’t look anythin’ like the Rangers I’ve worked with before. Y’all got some ID?’

“And you sir, don’t look like anythin’ like the detectives I usually work with,” Chris replied coldly. With that he pulled out his badge and held it out for the detective to see.

“Anything you’d like to tell us about Det. Sorenson’s case? Off the record of course,” Chris added softening his glare.

Gabriel glanced at the detective and shook his head. For some reason, he reminded him of Matt Hendrickson from his unit in Nam. He always seemed so surprised at the way Gabriel was able to sneak through enemy lines and scout out what was going on; like there wasn’t any way that he should be able to do that, and then he’d come back with some Georgia thing about how he must have hunted squirrels and coon a lot or something. Gabriel wasn’t surprised that Hendrickson was so blind that he got himself killed not long thereafter.

Gabriel looked over to Chris. He seemed to have things well in hand. He looked around at the others to see what they thought of this new detective. He doubted he’d hear much of anything useful from the man himself.

Typical Southern attitude… James took his badge out. “DETECTIVE James Freeman, N’Awlins.” He stressed emphasis on the detective part.
Rod said, “If you did some real detective work-” and waited for the chuckler to catch his drift, “on the Rangers in this room, you’d find I’m the one voted most likely to be in prison. At least, most likely to deserve prison. You won’t see that readin’ our badges or doin’ skin-deep genealogy. Sir.”
The big man stops and stares at the team. Clearly, he wasn’t used to having people assert themselves following a demand for ID.

He snorted. “A tin badge don’t mean nuthin’. You can get one o’ them anywhere. Lemme see your Warrants of Authority.”

Sorenson shuffles his feet uncomfortably.

Not for the first time was Chris thankful for his Special Warrant of Authority as he knew Jack Jr. for certain, did not have a badge, let alone a Warrant of Authority. Chris positioned himself between the detective and his team, cleared his throat and spoke with the authority of the Adjutant General’s Office. In a tone that clearly indicated that he wouldn’t brook anymore interference he slowly replied, “Detective, I don’t appreciate your tone. If you’ll check the pocket behind my badge you’ll find MY Warrant. You’ll also find if you care to trouble yourself, that my Warrant covers my team as well.”

Holding his hand out for the return of his badge, he continued, “Now detective, are you going to answer my question or do I have to hold you as a person of interest?”

“Thank you, Mr. DeHart.” Noticeably relieved Jack decides to extend an metaphorical olive branch and his hand, “Sorry, detective. I’m the new guy. First case jitters.”
The heavy-set detective looked closely at the proffered documents, examined the description, then scrutinized the face of DeHart. Satisfied that they were, indeed, official documents, signed by the Governor of Texas himself, he pulled himself up to his full 5’10” height. He took a deep breath, so deep that his face began to redden noticeably, and then, with the barest of an exhalation, grunted, turned on his heel and walked away.

Sorenson, awed by the resolute coolness of the Rangers in the face of a possible confrontation, stepped into the space left by the retreating detective. “I’ll be happy to show you the file.”

Looking at the size of the file, Jack says, “Hey, Chris? Is there a way we can all take a look at this file? Maybe a conference room? Spread out. I’ll go get us some lunch.” 
to be continued…..

May 13, 2009 Posted by | Gaming Notes, Other Systems, Play, Risus, RPG | , , , | 1 Comment