This project will only be funded if it reaches its goal by Fri, June 28 2019 6:23 PM UTC +00:00.
Now that the project is funded, its not over yet, you can still get in on the PDF's and Modules! Any amount over the initial 500.00 goal, and I will create a custom character sheet for both the PDF's and PRINTED MODULES.
BENTO'S CHARGE will be Phil Stone's 5th module that he has written and illustrated. It will be his FIRST for a kickstarter and module design for 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons.
Phil Stone has been a full time freelance illustrator for publishers such as KOBOLD PRESS, PELGRANE PRESS, and TRIPLE ACE GAMES to name a few. When he is not working on specific projects for several publishers, he is writing and illustrating his own modules.
BENTO'S CHARGE needs to be created and played. This is a one shot module that is rich in story and background. It gives the DM a full history of little Bento and his current situation so that a multitude of scenarios can be played out by the characters. Outside of the storyline, there is a sandbox of options to be had for players to explore, and the DM to exploit.
I am raising the funds to complete the writing, formatting, and illustrations for this module. BENTO'S CHARGE will have more artwork than your average module, and the story and background more robust. Included are all maps needed and monster stats and descriptions. This will be a 32 page module at this point in the game.
I always wanted to create a module that had the option of empathy for the antagonist, rather than just another "hack and slash" dungeon module. Although there is enough danger and peril within the pages of the module, players will have that possibility of siding with the adversary. With your help, we can make this happen.
PANIC IN THE WOODS
The party has been lost in the woods for some time now, (why? because it's a one-shot module and that's how things usually go in this type of situation). There is no sense of direction as the canopy of the deep woods have cut off the majority of sunlight. The region is foreign and so are the sounds that emanate all around, somehow always at a confusing distance. (It's really not that confusing though, it's danger that the party is sensing, also wandering monsters, lots of wandering monsters).
A small trail has been picked up and it seems wise to follow it since all other options have departed. Somehow this trail seems like a safety net against those creatures lurking unseen around the party. A foreseeable encounter or encounters is distinctly possible, and it is not going to be a good one. It seems best to stick to this little trail. (Not only is the trail safe haven for lost travelers, but a plot hook as well! Crafty!!!)
A LITTLE HISTORY ON BENTO THE GOBLIN
Some years ago, a wandering band of goblins in search of a new home came across an abandoned human homestead located on top of a craggy hill littered with rocks and boulders overlooking a forest to the South. Goblins naturally being cave and tunnel dwellers, these types of places were scarce in this region, and the goblin chief deemed this dilapidated above ground structure as good as any. And so, the goblins settled in.
The house was a former human dwelling that had long been vacated by its original owners. The interior had been left in shambles and the goblins were just fine with that. Rubbish was strewn about the one room dwelling. The windows were boarded up, allowing minimal light to enter the squalid conditions. The only functional part of this one room space was the hearth, complete with a working spit for roasting locally residing beasts. The ceilings were tall and to the liking of the goblins since rudimentary hammocks could be strung up and across the supporting beams of the roof for sleeping. But there was something particular about this human dwelling that these goblin squatters had never encountered before. There in the middle of the room was an iron grate about six feet squared inlaid into the wooden flooring with a lock attached to the reinforced latch.
Along the wall adjacent to the grate on the floor was a small hole in the floor lined with metal. It was a chute of some kind that the goblins could not figure out exactly what it was for. With no skill set amongst them great enough to pick the iron lock, and no audible noises coming from the pit below the grate, they just left it all alone for a while as the little band of wanderers settled in to call this new place their home.
The woods to the South of the craggy hill on which the house was set provided more than enough food for the now settled goblins. No goblin hunter had to go far into the tree line to find a variety of beasts to feast on. The spit in the hearth never went empty and the goblins grew fat and content. The goblin chief decreed that there would be no more wandering, this was their new home forever.
Months went by and the content goblins had by then transformed this old structure into a place of their own. It was dingy, with a pungent odor only known to goblins and their ilk. With their roots laid down on the hill overlooking the forest below, the goblins began to produce children. And that was when Bento was born.
Bento was the runt of the litter and often left behind when the others went off to hunt and learn the ways of the goblin folk. Bento spent most of his days wandering the woods by himself and discovering ridges and sporadic creeks that ran through the immense forest. By nature, Bento knew how to hunt small game. He would chase small game and munch on their corpses while sitting alone by a stream contemplating new adventures. Bento had the goblins’ wandering feet and would imagine new lands to traverse and conquer on his own.
It was in Bento’s teens that there was a shift in power amongst the leadership of the clan. The old chieftain was overthrown by a new, young goblin that claimed goblins were not to be sedimentary, and were by nature meant to raid and pillage that human folk across the land. At this same time, there were rumblings from the grated pit beneath the house. Fear and uneasiness shuddered through the inhabitants. Those in the house avoided the pit any chance they got. It grumbled and shook the house intermittently, no one goblin dared to investigate. It was time to go.
Bento was on one of his adventures in the woods that was particularly involved that when it was over and he returned to the house, he found that the entire tribe had left.
The house was empty. Bento had been left behind. He did not know how to track the group; it was one of the skills that was denied him since Bento was never allowed to train with the rest of his siblings or relatives. So, he stayed put, knowing well that food was plentiful and the woods provided enough adventure for a lifetime of one goblin. It was just Bento and the pit below the house.
Over the years, boredom had set in with the young Bento, and he had no one but himself to entertain him. When Bento returned home with food to be roasted, he would take the scraps for some unknown reason and throw them down the chute adjacent to the grate in the floor. The rumblings would stop every time he did this, so it became a routine. Bento talked to the grate, not knowing what lie beneath, and this became a habit as well to keep him company.
The grate had become such a great listener that Bento put whatever that was in the pit above himself and created a sort of rudimentary religion to the unknown entity below him. Bento fashioned a sort of priestlike costume for himself that he donned before feeding time and even went so far as to create a little dance afterwards. Bento and the entity lived symbiotically for years. The maker of the grumblings below was well fed and Bento had someone or something to listen to, yet it never showed itself. This was fine with Bento, the creature or thing below became a thing to care for and pay homage to, and Bento lived harmonious with it. Bento even went so far as to begin praying to it before he went hunting for small game in the woods.
And this is where we find Bento now. A shaman of sorts for an unseen thing beneath the grate, worshipping and singing mutated goblin songs for a creature or being that he never looked straight in the eye.
WHAT'S IN THE HOLE WITH THE GRATE?
...And why is Bento obsessed with it? Yeah, Im not telling! Figure it out when you get the module, sorry. But Hey! You made it through the woods unscathed, right?! Well, maybe somewhat unscathed. Maybe unscathed is a bad use of terms at this point. At least one of you kept one of your arms. Anyway, carry on and please support this endeavor.
Anything funded over the initial 500.00 and I will include a custom character sheet with the PDF's and printed modules!
Risks and challenges
Hold my beer, Ive got this. Yes, Phil Stone has done this before. As far as risks are concerned, I cannot foresee any except for it not being funded to its goal amount. I am creating everything top down, so it's all on me.
The money will be used for:
1. Artwork, lots and lots of artwork
2. Writing and Editing
4. PRINTING, hopefully a ton of printing