I had a fan of my starters (made my week-I have a fan) for MoftW and DW email and ask if I have written any starters for Spirit of 77, a PtbA system I barely know. Investigation of the Internet lead me to this free 77 adventure which could be converted to MotW or allow you to try out the 77 system in all of its funkiness.
I do have a "Dungeon Planet" starter that I wrote that several people I know have run successfully for Spirit of 77, to my suprise: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B7cav44145d9M1hKNU5SeWE4UWM/view?usp=sharing
“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
If I may be forgiven a personal note, this is the last Dungeon Starter I worked on before my dad died. Some Tavern patrons have asked me over the last couple of years why I've written so many and the simple answer is that it was a means I used to cope while caring for my parents. This seems a fitting tribute in a way. Professor Clarence E. Tygart (1935-2016) Rest In Peace.
I recently prepared an updated file for a friend running a Dungeon World, a revisit and update to my to my Zenopus Files collection. He wanted a dungeon to try out with his kids.
This was the first dungeon that I converted for Dungeon World and the first dungeon I ever played back in a previous century when I was very young. I remember I added a Smaug style dragon for no really good reason in a "second level" except I had read and loved Tolkien's The Hobbit. I played with my very young allowed her to befriend the dragon and "conquer" the level in a "Monty Haul" epic.
Now my niece loves the Jackson films and has updated her own version of Dumb Ways to Die to include icy orcs and dragon fire.
My father died yesterday. Professor C.E. Tygart (1935-2016) R.I.P.
“God Lay Dead in Heaven,” Stephen Crane
God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Purple winds went moaning,
Their wings drip-dripping
That fell upon the earth.
It, groaning thing,
Turned black and sank.
Then from the far caverns
Of dead sins
Came monsters, livid with desire.
Wrangled over the world,
But of all sadness this was sad —
A woman’s arms tried to shield
The head of a sleeping man
From the jaws of the final beast.
Gentleman and scholar Eric Lochstampfor noted this Lovecraftian gem over at the wonderful Dungeon World Tavern; but I think it might actually work better as something for Mythos experts of the Monster-of -the-Week variety to stumble across.