Bob interested in tadpole
My settings like Psychon and Chagrinspire use weather, but my main fantasy gamedoes not as much. There is a recent Ethyria Season post also for my faux Mediterranean setting.
https://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2023/05/seasonal-faerie-encounters.html
https://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2025/10/pesky-divine-meddling.html
https://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2016/09/strange-omens-and-portents.html
https://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2025/07/farmer-drama-1-chagrinspire-farm-life.htmlhttps://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2015/07/year-on-domain.html
https://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2016/09/strange-omens-and-portents.html
https://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2025/07/farmer-drama-1-chagrinspire-farm-life.htmlhttps://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com/2015/07/year-on-domain.html
Spent 8 hours rebuilding all my frog racks and had hand cramps and was exhausted after. So I had to amend the goat stuff last post as some errors. So didn't get all the prep id like, forgot my gaming tokens and hourglass and goat minis. Then couldnt find my goat character sheets that have constantly turned up in my files for 5 years but not when i want them. But as id done a goatquest book, i generted a village, some evil goats and doodled a map. Did have to mess with character sheets but worked well with players adopting goat classes, rolling their breed and decorations they were ready to do.
The goats had finished their training. Two holy goat sibling but one was a scruff. There were two cunning goats, small and sneaky the other a mum with thee kids with the flock. One was filthy fleabag. There was a magic goat who was smallest and a beautiful golden furred buck fighting goat who was a bit vain. As goats speach was a secret they had to keep speech a secret and they did, except for some people they were killing. The game was billed as comedy lighthearted. It was inspired by and started during my time in Sydney where weird one off games were wild and wacky. The goats were made sentient by the famous Petty God named Nanny Binx to help hunt a chaos goat and possibly cultists.
So the goats listened to gossip and nibbled weed in the churchground and heard priest discuss some menace at night dancing on their rooftops and had stolen a magic cow. They went to the farm and had a map to show rumoured places. The village is a crossroad so has 4 roads out each with local perils. They visited the missing cow farm and heard owner sobbing so one of party gotas swung her udders and winked to invite them to milk her. While family milked goat and chatted other goats broke in the house, ate some spinich and inspected the family for cult activity. They did find the family were very devout and believed the cow was a gift for their piety. But on the roof there were hoof prints, broken tiles and smouldering sulpherous chaos goat poop. Herd followed scent and figured the creepy farm over the hill was a good place to search. The War goat was a great leader in bush ignoring terrain for the party. Spied on farm of drooling inbred farmers. Kids playing with pigs in a wallow. Women gutting possums on porch and men chopping meat and skinning animals. The goats snuck up, and a cunning goat climbed up a woodpile and squeezed in a window high up. He got stuck and the bigger goat shoven him in. Inside the blood covered shed and demon cult cannibal kitchen was the cow. The goat gnawed off the collar with the cows famous bell and sneaked out the window.
A shift evil pig came and looked at them oddly and the big goat glared at it. When a young farmer came around the shed because he heard bell, the battle billygoat butted the cultist destroying all his ribs and leaving the villain a bloody choking agonised mess. The goats ran away.
They showed the bell to ownders who formed a lichmob. When they got to farm with pictforks and torches the males of the clan were tracking goats towars the village and lacked the big billys scouting abilities in bush. So villagers took cow and the clan remaining fled. Back in town there was a celebration and the goats were rewarded.
The goats headed back by their secret path and found cult farmers searching for them So they dug a whole and rigged a trip vine. A holy goat teased the 3 men. The first fell in the trap and goats came out the bushed to jump on him. A crafty goat struck a man from behing exploding his hip and spine from his body. The oldest cultist was killed by a magic goat acid spell.
The goats stripped the men of clothes and searched them. The other priest goat had his carrybags on and they loaded up some cult symbols. They left the ruined corpses in the forest and came to the evil farm. They broke in the shed and some found an old witch inside who thought they were satyrs "oh no not again" she cried.
So the goats found a trunk of satyr instruments and a gold medallion with a satyrs face and gem eyes. Knocked over lamps and candles and burned the house and shed down. On way home the holy goats found magic herbs they added to the pack. Later the villagers came back with the sheriff, captured the farm survivors and locked them in the church to prey to save them until court.
The goats were pretty impressed at their mayhem and spine-shattering vigilante murders of evil doers. So they decided to look for the satyr. The Shepherd was surprised that the great golden goat was wearing the satyr necklace instead of his macrame collar.
They were suspicious of a goat-loving pervert in the village, so they visited. They were concerned the way he watched their kids. The fiend tried to lure in smaller goats with herbs but a holy goats warned they were narcotics. The other scruffy priest (who thinks is a friar compared to his brother) pretended to take the herbs and went in. The other five goats burst in and crowded the man and he panicked. The holy goats used their turn shapeshifter to force the man to change into his other form so he turned out to be a rat changeling. He needed magic to hit but the holy goats buffed the warrior and a crafty goat with blessings and the wizard blasted the fiend. He did scratch a goat but it was easily healed. They found a rat idol under the man's bed. He did beg a bit at the end and goats trampled him.
The goats on way to forest saw the alchemist's tower and saw coloured liquid and mineral secretions. Sickly mutagen carrying plants grew in the sludge. Someone had dug a channel from an effluent pool to the river into the wetlands. The wizard goat was very keen and went inside. There seemed to be a line of goat hoofprints following each other perfectly. They found a messed library and the wizard goat used comprehend languages to see he could research new spell here.
Onto the top floor they saw the vile chaos centigoat. He had a dozen legs and an extra-long articulated but. He was frightfully evil and offered the magic goat to join him to live deliciously serving demons. But he cast burning hands and the rest of the gang came up to butt heads. Healings and blessings proved ueful from holy goats again. The crafty goats were quite good murderers. One cunning goat went downstairs, out a window, climbed the wall and got the bad goat thing by surprise and flung its corpse to the ground to shatter on rocks. The wizard goat wanted to come here again to study. The found the satyr crying trying to make new instruments. They were wary but the satyr promised to not molest the goats or charm them or bother the village to get his treasure back. The cult had blackmailed him to help them menace the village. The satyr let the goats keep his gold satyr medalion and received his instruments. They asked about other threats and went home.
The next morning he visited the old fort bandit lair. It was early and the bandits had been drinking all night. So the crafty coats climbed the walls and attacked tower guards. One went down but other shouted. So the rest of the goats charged in behind the golden goat and trampled the survivors. During the battle, two goats were knocked out and holy goats had to save them. The wizard burned many of them. They searched the place, loaded up bandits loot onto a cart and towed it home. Turned out the bandits were just bandits and not cultists. What a funny misunderstanding, they all agreed. The shepherd, now rich knew better than to question his lucky goats.
Was very fun, got lots done and plenty of risk. Others said my table sounded jolly. Ill talk more about other game i played tomorrow.
The goats had finished their training. Two holy goat sibling but one was a scruff. There were two cunning goats, small and sneaky the other a mum with thee kids with the flock. One was filthy fleabag. There was a magic goat who was smallest and a beautiful golden furred buck fighting goat who was a bit vain. As goats speach was a secret they had to keep speech a secret and they did, except for some people they were killing. The game was billed as comedy lighthearted. It was inspired by and started during my time in Sydney where weird one off games were wild and wacky. The goats were made sentient by the famous Petty God named Nanny Binx to help hunt a chaos goat and possibly cultists.
So the goats listened to gossip and nibbled weed in the churchground and heard priest discuss some menace at night dancing on their rooftops and had stolen a magic cow. They went to the farm and had a map to show rumoured places. The village is a crossroad so has 4 roads out each with local perils. They visited the missing cow farm and heard owner sobbing so one of party gotas swung her udders and winked to invite them to milk her. While family milked goat and chatted other goats broke in the house, ate some spinich and inspected the family for cult activity. They did find the family were very devout and believed the cow was a gift for their piety. But on the roof there were hoof prints, broken tiles and smouldering sulpherous chaos goat poop. Herd followed scent and figured the creepy farm over the hill was a good place to search. The War goat was a great leader in bush ignoring terrain for the party. Spied on farm of drooling inbred farmers. Kids playing with pigs in a wallow. Women gutting possums on porch and men chopping meat and skinning animals. The goats snuck up, and a cunning goat climbed up a woodpile and squeezed in a window high up. He got stuck and the bigger goat shoven him in. Inside the blood covered shed and demon cult cannibal kitchen was the cow. The goat gnawed off the collar with the cows famous bell and sneaked out the window.
A shift evil pig came and looked at them oddly and the big goat glared at it. When a young farmer came around the shed because he heard bell, the battle billygoat butted the cultist destroying all his ribs and leaving the villain a bloody choking agonised mess. The goats ran away.
They showed the bell to ownders who formed a lichmob. When they got to farm with pictforks and torches the males of the clan were tracking goats towars the village and lacked the big billys scouting abilities in bush. So villagers took cow and the clan remaining fled. Back in town there was a celebration and the goats were rewarded.
The goats headed back by their secret path and found cult farmers searching for them So they dug a whole and rigged a trip vine. A holy goat teased the 3 men. The first fell in the trap and goats came out the bushed to jump on him. A crafty goat struck a man from behing exploding his hip and spine from his body. The oldest cultist was killed by a magic goat acid spell.
The goats stripped the men of clothes and searched them. The other priest goat had his carrybags on and they loaded up some cult symbols. They left the ruined corpses in the forest and came to the evil farm. They broke in the shed and some found an old witch inside who thought they were satyrs "oh no not again" she cried.
So the goats found a trunk of satyr instruments and a gold medallion with a satyrs face and gem eyes. Knocked over lamps and candles and burned the house and shed down. On way home the holy goats found magic herbs they added to the pack. Later the villagers came back with the sheriff, captured the farm survivors and locked them in the church to prey to save them until court.
The goats were pretty impressed at their mayhem and spine-shattering vigilante murders of evil doers. So they decided to look for the satyr. The Shepherd was surprised that the great golden goat was wearing the satyr necklace instead of his macrame collar.
They were suspicious of a goat-loving pervert in the village, so they visited. They were concerned the way he watched their kids. The fiend tried to lure in smaller goats with herbs but a holy goats warned they were narcotics. The other scruffy priest (who thinks is a friar compared to his brother) pretended to take the herbs and went in. The other five goats burst in and crowded the man and he panicked. The holy goats used their turn shapeshifter to force the man to change into his other form so he turned out to be a rat changeling. He needed magic to hit but the holy goats buffed the warrior and a crafty goat with blessings and the wizard blasted the fiend. He did scratch a goat but it was easily healed. They found a rat idol under the man's bed. He did beg a bit at the end and goats trampled him.
The goats on way to forest saw the alchemist's tower and saw coloured liquid and mineral secretions. Sickly mutagen carrying plants grew in the sludge. Someone had dug a channel from an effluent pool to the river into the wetlands. The wizard goat was very keen and went inside. There seemed to be a line of goat hoofprints following each other perfectly. They found a messed library and the wizard goat used comprehend languages to see he could research new spell here.
Onto the top floor they saw the vile chaos centigoat. He had a dozen legs and an extra-long articulated but. He was frightfully evil and offered the magic goat to join him to live deliciously serving demons. But he cast burning hands and the rest of the gang came up to butt heads. Healings and blessings proved ueful from holy goats again. The crafty goats were quite good murderers. One cunning goat went downstairs, out a window, climbed the wall and got the bad goat thing by surprise and flung its corpse to the ground to shatter on rocks. The wizard goat wanted to come here again to study. The found the satyr crying trying to make new instruments. They were wary but the satyr promised to not molest the goats or charm them or bother the village to get his treasure back. The cult had blackmailed him to help them menace the village. The satyr let the goats keep his gold satyr medalion and received his instruments. They asked about other threats and went home.
The next morning he visited the old fort bandit lair. It was early and the bandits had been drinking all night. So the crafty coats climbed the walls and attacked tower guards. One went down but other shouted. So the rest of the goats charged in behind the golden goat and trampled the survivors. During the battle, two goats were knocked out and holy goats had to save them. The wizard burned many of them. They searched the place, loaded up bandits loot onto a cart and towed it home. Turned out the bandits were just bandits and not cultists. What a funny misunderstanding, they all agreed. The shepherd, now rich knew better than to question his lucky goats.
Was very fun, got lots done and plenty of risk. Others said my table sounded jolly. Ill talk more about other game i played tomorrow.
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