Dann Sullivan

@isleofdann.bsky.social

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Editor-in-Chief Pocket Gamer Brands | EiC BigBossBattle (B3) | Words everywhere | Games judge | Co-organiser Brilliant Indie Treasures

Me and my little mate (youngest daughter, Robin)
Robin and I
Debug #15 Front Cover
Wild Deer
Amelia & Egyptian Goose
Greens and reds and oranges and yellows, I know all the colours but can’t name flowers sorry.
Kai and I
A cat, close up.
A magpie, hunched down as it whips its head from a small pot-pond. Water droplets arch from its mouth to the pool.
A little robin on the orange band at the top of a trampoline.
Mario Kart - Amelia winning 1st
Lunch on the beach
Waterfall
A rapidly moving waterfall
My camera was on black & white mode and I didn’t realise until after taking these two shots, but it actually holds up great. Cara travelling a road in front of old, wide-boarded buildings and early 1900s buildings
Jupiter, Rhys, Liam and I
This looks like a ball, torn in two and pulled apart, inside are orbs that look like faces, or items, in five rows.
Debug 14 front cover
Jupiter at K-BBQ, lots of food… cooking
Shiny Kriketot
a trodden muddy path leads through blooming bushes near an industrial unit
Text reads: "Robin is a wonderful performer. She is capable of taking on a variety of different characters with ease, and she always shines when she is on stage. Robin has a super-clear delivery, she uses her voice excellently in her character work and whilst she is singing too, which is fantastic! "
A gull, from below. You can see through its feathers due to clear sky. Clear blue sky behind.
4 Shiny Vulpix with Background
Jupiter Hadley with Fallout 76 Pringles lol
Jupiter Hadley between two orbs. Each orb has digital, sleepy eyes.
My shed is a little tatty, snow makes the distant trees hard to make out.
209km travelled, 17% of my team which managed 1161km.
Meats, Blini, Bruschetta, sweets
Miming “all I want for Christmas” in her performance
Owlbear Family Figurine
Penguins, the band, the experience, the album cover.
A tiger, in the Wien Zoo
Board games, mints, a plushy potato and a very nice card
A bee plush on a Christmas tree
Svilsen’s Shackles It is said that Svilsen was a great hero who spent their life roaming the land, protecting the innocent and slaying fiends. It is sad, then, that his name mostly lives on through this cruel device which is named for it’s resembling the sucker-laden tentacles of the beast that grabbed him and pulled him deep beneath the waves to his death. When placed over two appendages, be that hands, feet, mandibles or wings, this long tube-like device fastens tight around them, locking them in place. In order to break free from Svilsen’s Shackles, a single captured individual must roll 2D20 and have the numbers match. If two separate creatures are bound, and share a language then both captured creatures must test Strength and match, any score lower than 1 is rounded to 1, any score over 20 is rounded to 20. If one person assists them then they must only be within three of each other on this test. Alternatively, the shackles must be destroyed or the appendage severed. To sever Svilsen’s Shackles test DR14 strength, on each attempt (successful or failed) deal D6 damage to captured victim. If one victim dies, or their apendage is severed then the other is instantly freed.
Cassio’s Weighing Scales Hanging from a cracked beam is an old iron scale with a small golden bell hanging from it’s centre point. Skeletal remains and discarded equipment almost mask the fact that this was, many many years ago, an administrative outpost for a long-forgotten people. Despite how rundown the ruin is, the scale is in pristine condition - warped by strange seemingly-arbitrary magic. Once every d4 days, if the bell is rung (through shifts in weight, or otherwise) the scales judge the nearest person — be that 1m or 100m away. If you are the subject of the scales then you roll a d6 and cross reference it against your level. The scale will only work while suspended at this exact point, devaluing the moment it is moved — it can be replaced to restore the link.
Knechtdrömmare - Many gods aren’t born, they simply infect. The Knechtdrömmare in an extremely territorial, ancient beetle that — if it survives to old age — can wreak havoc on humanoid population centres through taking on hosts to protect itself. Life Cycle of a Knechtdrömmare Born in a clutch that has already been abandoned by its parent the infant Knechtdrömmare fight or scatter. A clutch of 200 can often only see one or two of the beetle survive through to the next life stage. Knechtdrömmare do not breed with their own pod, and travel great distances to set up for mating. Once they mate (after about 2 years of life) the parents fight and the survivor leaves. If the Knechtdrömmare survives to five years of life they become so sensitive and territorial that they suffer debilitating headaches if close to another of their kind. At five years they also gain the ability to transfer a bond to a host (Prophet) , often picking the largest species around. Effects on the host The host suffers similar headaches, often interpreted as speech and messages. These are sometimes confused with messages from a god. After continued exposure, for about a month, the beetle can pass emotions onto their main host, and start infecting others. Over the years several patterns have been noted in communities started by Knechtdrömmare: 1) Removal and taming of creatures (to remove predators) 2) Tribalism and war on other Knechtdrömmare factions (hosts feel same chemical hatred to other Knechtdrömmare and their hosts).
Jape’s Reclaiming Thorn Every so often somebody thinks they’re really clever and summons a daemon to invent a new spell. Everybody thinks that their stupid spell idea is ‘super foolproof’ and they’re going to outwit the djinn/daemon/trickster-god. Jape was a royal botanist for King Althard, the eternal king, not long before the calamity. He tired of his work, instead preferring to spend his money, time and focus on sin. Caught up in his vices, he succumbed to the allure of darkness, splitting a rift within the grounds and allowing a flood of darkness to sweep through the castle. The trick, as ever, manifested as a simple play on words to a greedy soul in the exact moment when they are weakest. Within months the castle was on the edge of ruin, until Jape’s contract with the daemon was terminated through a timely interrogation and execution. You hold in your hands that contract, a scroll that grands command over the limited flora that still blooms willingly. Jape’s Reclaiming Thorn functions as a scroll. Its manifested strength is based entirely on the materials and time dedicated to it. If uninterrupted, and additional value is added, the spell may expand in sequence. 60m, 2s: The object becomes thorny and hard to budge. 4hr, 40s: Weeds and plants cling to the object (no bigger than a small house/shed), anchoring to it and weakening it. A landmark might become unrecognisable, the sleeping person might be consumed. 7days, 80s: A (50² building is weathered an eroded as though 100 years have passed. Weeds and invasive species bloom and thrive; What little is left of the (small) building is unrecognisable and unstable
In the muddied, splintered crates you find it; The latest edition of Wizard Monthly. Nobody knows who is publishing and printing these, but every month new ones appear in the most popular taverns and the most obscure towers. Each is chockablock with inane ramblings of various notorious magic users from throughout the land. Wizard Monthly: A tattered book on magic. Once a day can be read for one of the below, for a maximum of seven days a month. On the seventh use it bursts into flames, however a new one appears in your satchel on the first day of the following month: Locate Spellcaster: The GM explains the location of three Spellcasters that may (or may not) be relevant to the players and their quest. Borrowed Expertise: The GM & player agree on one specific field of science or skill (Botany, scalping, whittling, etc) that would be learned from this month’s edition. They gain +2 in this field until the next sunrise. Channel Energy: When placing one hand on the book and yelling “Wizard Monthly!”, a jet of 1) Fire, 2) Water, 3) Lightning, 4) Energy, 5) Flesh, 6) Bees hits a target within line-of-sight for 1D10 of damage.
Pit of Hyalosyche Nobody knows the name of the once thriving metropolis that filled this plain, in fact, if it wasn’t for etchings and stories passed down by generations of travellers, nobody would even know that a city had stood here. They say that a lunatic zealot came to the lands, the last of their prophet’s flock, and they were so disgusted at the carefree lives of the people that lived here that they called down a thunder and astral storm so great that the entire city, and the zealot, were turned to a fine dust that instantly turned to glass under the pressure. All that’s left is The Pit of Hyalosyche; An unnatural well that will create an almost identical, glass version of the viewer should they cast an item of religious importance (bishop’s finger, sacred idol, holy scripture, etc) into it. Hyalosyche: The Hyalosyche will be of the same stats, level and characteristics as the character they are a copy of — their appearance will be as though they are wearing the same clothes and armour, but are unarmed. Rather than health, any time the Hyalosyche is hit the player must roll a d6, on a 1-5 the Hyalosyche is not injured by the attack. On a roll of 6 it is destroyed and the damage that would be taken is dealt to all objects and individuals within a 50ft radius as it explodes into shards of glass. Attacks: SHARD SWIPE: 2d4 (swipes fingers over opponent) GRATE: (once per day) Everything within 30ft drops their weapons to cover their ears as it rakes its fingers down its chest.
Crops of the Western Wastes Hardy people require hardy food, and there’s nobody hardier than the various peoples continue to persist, scratching out an existence through the war-torn ruins of The Fourth Empire. Blood and betrayal might make excellent fodder of innocent citizens, but scarred hands needed to till the warped lands to create these scraps of a harvest. CHARR An ash-coloured grain that grows atop long shoots. Outer layers must be stripped back to reveal the individual heads which can be boiled, roasted or fried to create a somewhat moist - but not very nourishing - staple food. It’ll keep you alive, but it won’t keep you full. Husk of Charr has mutated to repel vermin, and can be burned to create an acrid smoke that scatters most wildlife, but causes eyes to weep and severe coughing (Sight and Stealth related tests are 2DR harder). A good way for a bad cook to ruin a campfire. FATHER’S TEARS It is said that they only grow where the blood of an innocent has been shed. Once only found in The Forgotten Marches — but now rapidly spreading beyond — these bright blue, teardrop-shaped flowers grow in dozen-strong bunches. For their sad connotation they’re incredibly sweet smelling and fast growing. Once they’re done growing their flowers form heads. If dried, crushed and smoked you’ll feel no pain. While under the effect of this the user will still roll Toughness tests, however they won’t be shaken or stunned by any negative effects. The user can also add up to three additional damage to their unarmed attacks, however any damage added this way is also dealt to the user.