Hey y’all! We made it through another one! This year was a bit of a doozy, but the past few years have been the same so I’m not sure what the hell I expected. Anyway, here we sit, bloodied, bruised, and half dead, but we are here. Let’s take a quick run-through of this past twelve months, and then I’ll talk about a few of my plans for 2025.
Continue reading “It’s the end of the Year as we know it…”
Hey Gang! Exciting news! Soon The Great Slime Wars will be expanding! I just sent 5 new characters off to be made into standees. I have also updated various pages related to the game. So let’s take a look at what’s changed then I’ll run down what’s coming soon! Read on for more…
Continue reading “TGSW Expands! Pages updated!”
If there was one true “evil” faction among the Slime tribes of prehistory it would be The Church of Death Viper’s Process… An entire congregation of Slimes taken over by the Spirit of Death Viper, an ancient evil released accidentally by the first “convert” who promptly inhabited the poor slime’s body with its spirit. The Death Viper put its “Process” into effect immediately, taking over Slime after Slime until an entire army was dedicated to eradicating everything except the Viper’s will from the planet.
Continue reading “Organizations: The Church of Death Viper’s Process”
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Hailing from the Frozen North the Mountain Clan were some of the best craftsmen in the early days of Primordial Jalldoon. They believed only those who could craft great weaponry and armor should rule the lands. They looked down upon the other Slimes with great disdain which led to their brutality on the battlefield. The Northern Mountain Clan worshiped only power.
Continue reading “Organizations: The Northern Mountain Clan”This Glossary was included with the printed Jalldoonian Lore Vol 1 book, and it will shed some light on various creatures, places, and things.
Continue reading “TEWOJ Glossary”It was a beautiful Jalldoonian day as Jastier Marcel stretched and got out of bed. He ran his fingers through his beard as he shuffled to his closet. The early morning sun glistened through his windows as he dressed. He was thinking about the omelet he was going to make with some of the Strider eggs as he opened his door, and the warm sun hitting his face was the last pleasant thought Jastier Marcel ever had. The scene outside sent the farmer to his knees. Everything was dead. His crops, his animals, the trees and weeds even…all dead. Blackness surrounded him and the ground nearby. Crushed at losing his livelihood Jastier wept, but he heard what sounded like a group of people up the road so he went over to see if anyone knew what had happened. As he crested the hill he saw a group near the plot of land marked out for the new headquarters of Karnok Brewing… a construction Jastier had vehemently fought against, but money as always wins out in the end.
Continue reading “Kernels of Knowledge: Birth of the Garden Knight”Oliver snapped awake with a jump. The sun was shining on another Jalldoon morning as the birds sang outside his window, but the Gatonian was still troubled by his nightmare. All of Gato was engulfed in flames as he stood by helplessly watching it burn. Shocktroopers working for Baron Dracktholme ran Gatonians down, killing with no remorse. Even though it was just a dream he couldn’t help but think it was more of a portent than something he should brush off. It all felt so real, so clear. Either way here and now was real, and soon he’d need to be at the Faulty Compass to start preparing the tavern for the day. He ran his claws through his black fur as he cleaned his sharp fangs in the mirror before slipping on a clean tunic and his apron.
Continue reading “One For The Road: The Barkeep’s Tale”The wind sang through the branches of the trees in Morgunborg Wood as they swayed peacefully making Grar’s whiskers twitch instinctively. The Gatonian had been sent to investigate the Tree of Love, the supposed home of the Goddess Dragostia the Divine. A few days earlier the excitement at Hawkstorm Keep had ramped up considerably, Prince Algor had apparently returned from space with a ball named Terry, the mighty Quazarec had shown up possessed by some kind of Daemon, and apparently, Baron Dracktholme was…stealing Gods? The Slimes had summoned all their allies to the Keep and explained the situation. To fight this evil they would need to spread across the planet to try and find some of the Gods that remained if any.
Continue reading “Chapter 15: The God Wipe”Written by Sanjeev Selvaraj
Several delicate instruments on his workbench suddenly became airborne as the heavy wooden door to Toron’s laboratory burst open without warning. The old slime had just installed that lock, which now lay in pieces on the floor. He sighed, then turned slowly to see an out-of-breath Slime Knight standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Lieutenant Globar. What can I do for you?”, Toron fumed. “Toron…we have a…I mean, there’s a…well, you better come outside!” The slimes wound their way through the halls of Hawkstorm Keep and out to the courtyard where there seemed to be a commotion. As his eyes adjusted to the daylight, Toron’s face lit up upon hearing a familiar voice. This reaction didn’t last, however, as he immediately sensed something wrong.
Continue reading “Chapter 14: The Return of Quazarec”The sun was shining above Hawkstorm Keep as Algor and Ziggy lounged on the grass just outside the gates. Algor munched on a ripe bunch of Glowberries, as Ziggy sloppily lapped up a bucket filled with table scraps from the kitchens. It had been a much-needed lazy afternoon for the young Prince. Algor in his Slime form was soaking up the sun, and enjoying the relaxation. The Slime Elder Magi had taught the Prince a chant that would help calm the darkness infecting him “Zar da la lantus”, and as he said it over and over he could almost feel the evil power within contracting itself. It felt good to have some control over the force infecting him, and soon the Magi would have a way to remove it…hopefully. Drifting off in the early afternoon sun Algor was startled alert by the footsteps of Sir Vandi the Slime Knight.
Continue reading “Chapter 13: Slimes in Space”
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