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Making a D&D Setting Map

One of the best ways to define your world to others is to visually outline it. It also helps you envision it while creating more in-depth details of it. Establishing your world’s tenets (part 1) and its primary gods and/or pantheons (part 2) doesn’t need to be visualized. However, when you begin to draw up empires, talk about countries, discuss factions, cultures, monsters, and peoples, it’s good to have something to reference. It’s good to have a map. In this next installment of the Worldforge , we’re going to make a map for our homebrew world. Heed this, though: I am not a great artist. I am not a professional cartographer. I am simply a wannabe writer and creator who loves to play DUNGEONS & DRAGONS and play D&D in my own world. The advice below will mainly be about how I create a map in the context of a world. It will not be how to draw a map, how rivers should never split, how plate tectonics form continents, or the intricacies of where deserts should logically be l

Heated Disagreements at a D&D Table

It’s Saturday afternoon. The members of my Eldar II Campaign have just successfully defended a monk monastery against a small horde of red dragonborn, thri-kreen, and yuan-ti. In doing so, they discovered a dark, ancient secret of what is buried beneath the monastery. It complicates things. The party as a whole has a clear path forward. This defense was merely a pit stop, a side quest. But now, one of its members, a blue dragonborn barbarian named Rovan, is against traveling onward to Imixia, a realm of burning rivers and charred wastes. This secret, the battle, and its fallout have changed Rovan’s perspective on two of his party members. Thus, the once clear path is muddled and murky. Rovan doesn’t think his party has his best interests in mind anymore. Unfortunately for the rest of the party, this disagreement stalls the party in the peaceful monastery. So, what happens when a once unified force is no longer of the same state of mind? Last Saturday, I experienced the most heat

Building a D&D Pantheon - Part 3

“The ancient texts , you’ve not read them?” the robed figure asked. Her voice sounded accusatory, angry even, but the minotaur shook his head. “Then the time, it has not come.” The robed figure turned to leave but paused beneath the worn stone doorframe. “Understand this: Our way is not the only way. Before us, there have been many, and still today, there are people different than us.” Her voice quieted. “The Azurian Order rarely acknowledges it. The only way, polytheism is not. Elves of the wood worship spirits of old beasts, bearfolk only the stars. All power rests in the trapped primordials, firbolg think, and kenku think a single god rules all.” At this, the minotaur scoffed and the robed figure appeared before him in a moment, somehow looking down upon him even though he stood a good four feet above her. “I knew, ready you were not. How?” Her eyes locked with his, “...because respect, respect for other religions, you lack.” Welcome back to the Worldforge , a series in wh

Building a D&D Pantheon - Part 2

The minotaur, Alovnek, shut the door in his face. The robed man had better leave now, the minotaur thought. Three denials, a feigned gore, and a face full of minotaur spit would drive him away. To Alovnek’s surprise, he still heard breathing on the other side of the thin, wood door a few moments later. He waited longer. The breathing continued. “You’re stubborn. You’re good and stubborn. The Azurian Order likes those kinds of people.” The voice was muffled but still rung in Alovnek’s ears. “You and I both know you’ve felt it- the call of Ispiria; it’s the only reason you let me, a diminutive man wearing strange white robes speak to you.” The minotaur groaned. He knew the man was right, he’d felt the call days earlier...but he was so young. Why would Ispiria rob him of his youth? Life was good here, among his people- “Come on, Alovnek. We need fighters like you. And trust me, in good time, you’ll need us. The goddess’ call might not come again. I’ve risked much in coming here.” Th