Clouds cover the sun so bright

Shutting out the rays of its might

Bringing rain for the world below

When the time is right it might even snow

And below turmoil reigns supreme

Battling the evils of the storm so mean

Too little avail people continue in struggle

No ground does not carry a puddle

In this time so hopeless and dreary

Tomorrow the sun will wake up and shine.

DM Notes: Goblins of Salt Marsh

I had not DMed for years in any real way. I missed it. Being the master of a story that the players bring to life is so rewarding for me. While it cuts into my writing time a bit I love creating fantastic worlds for the players to adventure in and engaging conflicts for them to resolve.

In November I took up the Ghosts of Salt Marsh adventure for my group. For any who don’t know, it’s an adventure for dungeons and dragons which is made up of a collection of adventures from earlier editions. It has a bit of a pirate vibe to it and I leaned all the way into that. So did the party!

The group has honestly been creating ever more interesting characters and even working on whole party themes. My favorite to date was a group of unemployed circus performers who went by the name “The Perilous Performers” and had an entire dramatic introduction that we executed for new NPCs we met. It was a blast.

This time the group decided they would all make goblins, except my son who made a gnome. I placed them under the (forced) employ of a small time smuggler and soon enough they found themselves free of his employ and instead working for a councilman with a secret identity. With that the adventure had begun!

The goblin each had a color assigned to them by their former master that was vaguely representative of their class. The enraged barbarian is red goblin. The sorcerer is blue goblin. The monk is pink goblin. Of course, the gnome which they regard as their brother as well, either by choice or ignorance, is white goblin. Not your typical party, to be sure.

The adventures they’ve undertaken so far have been super fun. They don’t fight is quite the same way a more traditional party might and they certainly don’t role play in the same way as a typical party does. They have aspirations of pirating their own ship and I look forward to that dream being fulfilled.

Until then, I look forward to every Monday seeing the “Green Tide” sail the seas.

Sneaky Goblins

Like snakes along the floor, they slithered to the pack, the dwarf intently mining for a gem which caught the boys’ eyes. It glimmered from the dark stone surrounding it and the light from the dwarf’s torch reflected from one of its finer edges. Distracted for only a moment the scent of food kept them focused enough and soon they found themselves upon the pack.

A drawstring was tied round it securing it from the boys, but one of the brothers pulled a bone dagger from his waistband and began sawing the string. The dwarf still did not notice the boys as he hammered away at the stone and hummed his song. At last the string was cut and the boys reached in and quickly found the food they longed for. As they did so however, at last the old dwarf turned and saw the boys.

“You filthy buggers!” he roared and kicked at the two whelps catching one on the back side which sent him toppling end over end before crashing against the stone wall. The other raised his bone dagger to threaten the dwarf, but with pickaxe in hand, a mighty swing sent the puny goblin ducking and scampering away for cover. Both goblins quickly fled, running on all fours like monkeys. They never looked back but shrieked and tripped and crashed their way from the dwarf.

Goblin Brothers Series:

Goblins Episode 1: Born in Blood 

Goblins Episode 2: Family

Goblins Episode 3: Blood, Bone , Spirit

Old Blue Jeans

Somehow when days are filled with stress
I find that it often helps to dress
In something comfortable to wear
Like my oldest most worn out pair
Of frayed and faded blue jeans
They’re torn and pulled at the seams
But still when I pull them on my legs
The pressure melts from the days
Of deadlines, memos, expectations
Supervisors condemnations
Perhaps it’s simply how they fit
Whether I clean the house or sit
Watching shows that entertain me
Picking at the hole around my knee
Sipping black coffee hot and steamy
Imagining places more dreamy
Than the drudgery of modern life
Seems like little more than strife
Yet my old blue jeans remind me still
That life can be adventure, a thrill
So I’ll wear them, and wear them again
Because the real journey has yet to begin

Readers Wanted!

All books available by Phillip Brunnengraeber

Join the adventure today! 

The Sureshot Series:

The Sureshot Rises

Sureshot the Assassin

Sureshot the King

The Monster in the Woods (A Sureshot Short Story)

Goblin Brothers Series:

Goblins Episode 1: Born in Blood 

Goblins Episode 2: Family

Goblins Episode 3: Blood, Bone , Spirit


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