IRL Gaming: OSE (Advanced) Stonehell - Preamble + Session 1; "You failed the tutorial level."

 As mentioned previously, I'm currently in a Discord-based OSE game. I've been attempting to join or run an OSR game in real life for a few months, and thanks to a DCC session that highlighted an MTG friend's player skill (despite being a 3e baby he showed the kind of cleverness and caution you'd expect from OSR play), I got him interested in OSR play. And of course, this enabled me to reach out to another friend (also an MTG player and 3e baby) and get him to agree tentatively to "try out" this weird old D&D.

Prep was somewhat of a trainwreck, as the transition from digital to physical so often is. I let Friend 2 (hereafter J) use the OSE Advanced Fantasy to roll up a character: An elf assassin. All well and good but then I realized I had Advanced Labyrinth Lord, which is a system I greatly prefer and didn't need to print anything for (I greatly enjoy physical prints of my legally-acquired PDFs). The elf assassin was legal in OSE but illegal in ALL due to her low stats (an important note to keep in mind for those debating over which system to choose), so I was forced to stick with OSE as the source for my rules booklet. There was much heming and hawing over which module to use: Stonehell was chosen but then I realized that several (!) years ago I had printed out the entirety of B1. As I reviewed B1 Sunday in slow periods during my work, I realized that I had forgotten B1 was unstocked; and so we pivoted to Stonehell once again.

Session 1

From the town or hamlet of Fouquett, three souls strode forth to brave Stonehell: Alpha (Neutral female elf assassin, 2 hp, played by J); Mil the Ominous (Neutral male human fighter, 1 hp, played by C, the aforementioned DCC enjoyer), and Zortkygar the Hooded (Chaotic male dwarf thief, 2 hp, used as a retainer). The Holmesian Random Name Generator from Zenopus provided the names and Ye Olde Fast Pack from B4 sped up equipment selection. The town has no banks, only credit unions (the excuse is it's a libertarian town) and apparently a surplus of brothels, which may require use of AD&D disease and prostitute tables in the near future.

Alpha and Zort explored the gatehouse from the exterior-facing side, while Mil calmly yelled out the location of the rubble-passage to the south. After fumbling around the canyon and admiring the ruins, the party bumbled into a small area carved into the canyon wall. The elf's sharp ears picked up the sound of something getting eaten (a fire beetle having goat for lunch), and the party wisely decided to explore another part of this 4-room area; worth noting that J said his elf would not tell the others about it, but I informed him that player knowledge and character knowledge are generally not separate in Old D&D. Past a door was a room full of mildewed and rotten crates, barrels, and sundries. Mil decided to investigate and a green slime enveloped his arm! Fortunately player knowledge saved him as they battered it with torches 1 round before it would be fatal. Unbeknownst to the party, the fire beetle had decided to scurry away while combat happened. Further exploration of the area turned up magic chalk, a secret message indicating treasure on level 2 of Stonehell, and a goat corpse.

Mil advanced further into the canyon, seeking water to cleanse his arm (I had described it as notably pale and unhealthy after the green slime encounter), and found the mystical pool and waterfall/stream. The party debating looting the metal sphere 30' down at the bottom of the pool but didn't see the logistics working: Instead they climbed to investigate the source of the water up in the canyon wall. Enticed by the silver hemisphere in the 5'deep pool/spring, the dwarf tied a rope around his waist and jumped in, taking 2 damage on a 1d2 from the magically superheated water and dying! (Room 5 of Level 0B). There was debate about whether to loot and leave the body or take it, until I pointed out it would significantly encumber them.

The now-reduced party stumbled on, entering another canyon wall dugout. The description of leaves on the floor induced some mild paranoia about traps (which goes to show that sometimes dungeon dressing is more than just dressing!) but then Alpha grabbed some rusted arrows lying around and Mil tossed a shield full of ashes around (which managed not to attract nearby monsters). They advanced farther and encountered their first real combat: A rabid racoon! They won initiative and the 1 hp critter was dispatched with the flick of a shortsword. 9' of old rope was scrounged up in the former racoon lair. Exploring to the east they discovered several empty rooms, one with a trap! A bag of sand swung down and almost struck Mil, which would have been lethal if it had struck him. Alpha grabbed the bag of sand for later use.

The party then proceeded to the unexplored western portions: They discovered a large room with an uneven ceiling, rubble-strewn floor, and rather unsafe tone. Alpha tied her 9' of rope around the bag of sand and threw it into the room, disturbing a spitting cobra that dwelt among the rubble! What proceeded was a strange waltz of failures as for 3 rounds everyone rolled misses; Alpha switched from bow to dagger once I informed J that he needed an 18 to hit due to the nature of THAC0 and Descending AC. The cobra won initiative and struck a deadly blow to Mil even without venom: J chose not to retreat but to continue fighting. Simultaneous initiative! The elf struck out at the cobra, but it was too swift and rolled a 3 on a 1d3, slaying her as well! (Room 15 of Level 0B).

Despite many missteps it proved to be enjoyable and another session is planned for next week.

The High Price of Arcane Magic in The Implied AD&D Setting (and other thoughts)

It would be quite cringe of me to not make at least one blogpost this year, so here it is. Skip down past the images for the AD&D discussion.

I'm currently playing in a 1.5+ year-old, rotating DM (not by design) OSE campaign. It's fun, but I've noticed that whenever I DM sessions the players are as paranoid as level 1s despite being the majority of the party being level 7-9 and having access to Raise Dead from two PC clerics. While I've been known to throw some meta-fucking curveballs (a lich that was a pseudo-lich; a white dragon that was an albino red dragon), the group sometimes looks for twists were there are none: Perhaps I'm too good at being unexpected.

In real life, I had an opportunity to run a DCC funnel for two MTG friends, and now sure that I have at least one potential player, I've been contemplating setting up a real life OSR table. My brain says OSE Advanced but my heart says AD&D 1e. We shall see.

Excerpted and slightly edited from the 1e DMG (Premium Edition), p. 13 & 15

Wish, the ur-spell of AD&D, ages the caster 3 years per cast. Humans can die as early as age 62, and the starting age for Human Magic-Users is 26-40. 12 Wishes (or Golems to put it in perspective), places the 26-year old human m-u in the "death by old age" zone.  Meanwhile, Elf Magic-Users with 18 Int are limited to level 11, barring some of the Dragon Magazine and/or Unearthed Arcana additions (which are not universally accepted despite how kickass an elf ranger/druid/magic-user sounds). As an aside this also resolves the "why don't clerics just revive everybody?" question: A powerful mortal servant of a god shaving 3 years off his lifespan to cast a spell that requires a system shock roll is reserved for heroes (as seen in the 1e Dragon Magazine write-up of Wee Jas).

How then, do human magic-users get around such a huge hurdle? The simplest way is to either never cast Wish or save it for emergencies. Potions of Longevity can stretch your life, but a cumulative 1% chance per potion drunk to immediately re-age is very risky. Direct divine intervention is possible but hard to get. Ultimately the best two options are lichdom or forcing monsters and items to do the work for you. 

Lichdom technically removes the downside of aging, although I would argue that the skeletal/decaying form of the Lich and later Demilich actually betrays that it does take a toll on the undead body. It's easy to see a "fresh" Lich being relatively corpse-like but not rotting until the pedal hits the floor and 10, 50, 100 Wishes put the stress of 30, 150, 300 years on the body. Maybe ol' Acererak got cozy in his Tomb of Horrors and then spammed so many Wishes that the weight of 3000+ years turned his body to dust except his skull.

The other way is by hunting down magic items, sites, substances, and artifacts that can grant Wishes, or enslaving, tricking, or forcing creatures that grant Wishes to give them to you. That means a lot of traffic with demons and devils, particularly their higher-ups. This opens up a whole other can of worms, as there's definitely an indistinct but existent line where continued dealings with Evil spirits is definitely not morally Neutral and is clearly Evil, which may draw the attention of Good to an overly ambitious magic-user.

But what does this matter for THE GAME? Well, if you establish patterns early on, you show players how they can use those patterns, in addition to creating logic for dungeons. Dozens of Golems in a dungeon means Lich or Extraplanar, likely Evil involvement somewhere, which will be borne out by more Undead or Extraplanars, respectively. It also makes things like methods of golem construction without Wish use (as it was OD&D via The Strategic Review) both a hook and something valuable in its own right.