#tracy hickman

[oldschoolfrp]

Two of the witches now residing in the ruined wizard's tower with their pet panthers (Tim Truman, D&D module RPGA2: Black Opal Eye by Laura and Tracy Hickman, 1983)

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[dndhistory]

446. Douglas Niles and Tracy Hickman - DL11: Dragons of Glory (1986)

A unique addition to the Dragonlance series of modules, this eleventh entry in the series is not really a continuation of the adventure of our gang of mismatched heroes but a parallel board game. Similarly to the recent fifth edition "Warriors of Krynn" board game that was supposed to be played in conjunction with the Shadow of the Dragon Queen campaign, this entry is actually a board game that is supposed to determine how the wider War of the Lance is going. 

It's interesting that we would get this game in parallel to the already existing Battlesystem wargame, but Dragons of Glory is supposed to determine the war at an even larger scale, at the scale of the whole continent, with players moving whole armies around the map instead of being a skirmish battle. 

In fact you could play Dragonlance at three levels, the micro level of the roleplaying adventure, a middle level of Battlesystem local battles and a macro level where you would use this game to determine positions of whole armies and war advancement across the continent of Ansalon. If, for example, your roleplaying party happens to be in some location where this game determines there is an active Dragon Army, this should then influence the micro roleplaying action. For this reason you get a massive map and a load of counters bundled with this set as well as rules for this board game. Not sure if anyone actually used this as it seems hard to manage as well as demanding that you get your friends together for yet another game! 

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Serpent Mage - art by Ciruelo Cabral (1992)

[godzilla-reads]

My apologies to all my books because I am a mood reader and the mood right now is high fantasy, D&D, and classics.

I just started the first Dragonlance novel- Dragons of Autumn Twilight- and seeing if I can stick with it.

[meldelen]

“Then ... does this mean that you’re ... all right, now? I mean, in the present? In our time?” He gestured. “Your skin isn’t gold anymore, you’ve lost the hourglass eyes. You look ... like you did when you were young, and we rode to the Tower, seven years ago. Will you be like that when we go back?” “No, my brother,” Raistlin said, speaking with the patience one uses explaining things to a child. “Surely Par-Salian explained this? Well, perhaps not. Time is a river. I have not changed the course of its flow. I have simply climbed out and jumped in at a point farther upstream. It carries me along its course. I—”

[ghost-of-books]

[bookcoversonly]

Title: Dragons of Spring Dawning | Author: Margaret Weis / Tracy Hickman | Publisher: Wizards of the Coast (2003)

[mapas-fantasticos]

Map of the Dragonships of Vindras series by Margaret Weiss & Tracy Hickman.

[exoticflipflop]

Dragonlance: Dragons of Autumn Twilight

[oldschoolfrp]

Halls of grandeur -- In the distant past the wizard Elyas built a keep in the forest where he dwelled until it was destroyed by the three witches who now are imprisoned within (Tim Truman, D&D module RPGA2: Black Opal Eye by Laura and Tracy Hickman, 1983)

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Goddess of magic and the red moon, Lunitari.

[dndhistory]

403. Tracy and Laura Hickman - DL8: Dragons of War (1985)

Focused around the last part of the story retold in Dragons of Winter Night, the battle at High Clerist Tower, this 8th Dragonlance module makes heavy use of the new Battlesystem wargaming rules to bring to life epic battles. 

This module is also, due to its setting, really heavy on the whole Knights of Solamnia lore, including a section before the adventure with two pages about the workings and structure of the order which will be of great use for any DM trying to bring the Solamnic fortress to life. 

Most spectacular of all is the fantastic map for the tower that is included here, not only do we get a hex map for use with Battlesystem we also get an astounding map with the cross sections of all the floors of the tower in what is a work of art in itself. Fantastic module. 

[stormlanterns]

I always wanted to redraw an older sketch/artwork of mine to see my progress and I also wanted to draw a more detailed version of my boy Sang-drax. So why not both?

The first one is from today, the second one from 2003.

And still loving both drawings ❤️🐉🐍

I struggled a lot with my art style in the past bc it was never (and never will be) an art style for the masses. Not beautiful or stereotypical enough but I've made my peace with it. Bc I spent years to draw the way I'm drawing now and I can be proud of it! Seeing the development between these 2 pics also shows me that it's worth it to work for the things you love ❤️

[godzilla-reads]

I have 100-pages left and today’s minor goal is to work on it- getting ever closer to finishing this 444-page book. If you know me you know that I have trouble reading things over 300-pages so this has been a happy challenge for me.

[meldelen]

The battle lasted long. The two guardians of the Tower, who watched the sight they had conjured up from the memories of the black-robed mage lying within their grasp, were lost in confusion. They had, up to this point, seen everything through Raistlin's vision. But so close now were the two magic-users that the Tower's guardians saw the battle through the eyes of both opponents. Lightning crackled from fingertips, black-robed bodies twisted in pain, screams of agony and fury echoed amidst the crash of rock and timber. Magical walls of fire thawed walls of ice, hot winds blew with the force of hurricanes. Storms of flame swept the hallways, apparitions sprang from the Abyss at the behest of their masters, elementals shook the very foundations of the castle. The great dark fortress of Fistandantilus began to crack, stones tumbling from the battlements. And then, with a fearful shriek of rage and pain, one of the black-robed mages collapsed, blood flowing from his mouth. Which was which? Who had fallen? The guardians sought frantically to tell, but it was impossible. The other mage, nearly spent, rested a moment, then managed to drag himself across the floor. His trembling hand reached up to the top of the stone slab, groped about, then found and grasped the bloodstone pendant. With his last strength, the black-robed mage gripped the pendant and crawled back to kneel beside the still-living body of his victim. The mage on the floor could not speak, but his eyes, as they gazed into the eyes of his murderer, cast a curse of such hideous aspect that the two guardians of the Tower felt even the chill of their tormented existence grow warm by comparison. The black-robed mage holding the bloodstone hesitated. He was so close to his victim's mind that he could read the unspoken message of those eyes, and his soul shrank from what it saw. But then his lips tightened. Shaking his hooded head and giving a grim smile of triumph, he carefully and deliberately pressed the pendant down on the black-robed chest of his victim. The body on the floor writhed in tormented agony, a shrill scream bubbled from his blood-frothed lips. Then, suddenly, the screams ceased. The mage's skin wrinkled and cracked like dry parchment, his eyes stared sightlessly into the darkness. He slowly withered away. With a shuddering sigh, the other mage collapsed on top of the body of his victim, he himself weak, wounded, near death. But clutched in his hand was the bloodstone and flowing through his veins was new blood, giving him life that would- in time-fully restore him to health. In his mind was knowledge, memories of hundreds of years of power, spells, visions of wonders and terrors that spanned generations. But there, too, were memories of a twin brother, memories of a shattered body, of a prolonged, painful existence. As two lives mingled within him, as hundreds of strange, conflicting memories surged through him, the mage reeled at the impact. Crouching beside the corpse of his rival, the black robed mage who had been the victor stared at the bloodstone in his hand. Then he whispered in horror. "Who am I?"