Dedicated to Paul (who didn’t sign up for this but I appreciate him nonetheless)
Worm on a String (Rare, wondrous item)
“What will he do?”
A vaguely worm-shaped object created by gathering fuzzy material around a piece of string. It’s connected by an almost invisible wire to a small, wooden handle used to manipulate it.
You can use an action to move the Worm on a String, moving it to a space within 10 ft of you. Any creature attempting to attack you must first make a Wisdom (Perception) check against your Charisma (Performance) check or be forced to instead target the worm. You can, however, be included in Area of Effect attacks.
The Worm on a String has no hit points, but if it receives damage, it will deactivate at the start of your next turn. If the worm is deactivated this way, roll 1d4 days to determine when it will be available to use again
Worm off a String (Very Rare, wondrous item)
“Who will he kill?”
A variant of the Worm on a String item created by ripping the thread that connects the Worm on the String to the handle. The worm turns a vibrant pink color when detached from the string.
When you use an action to rip the string, the worm becomes unleashed, becoming a sentient creature that will attack the nearest creature to it.
The Worm off a String rolls its own initiative and acts on its turn. The Worm Off a String has the statistics of a Purple Worm.
It lasts 30 seconds before all the magic eventually leaks out and the Worm off a String disintegrates into nothing
Here’s a very special ramen review (it’s the big one) dedicated to the person who has been with me there the most. And also to the same person who happens to donate $5 a month to me on Patreon. Cheers!
What can I say about Marufuku; it’s hands down my favorite ramen place in the city of San Francisco (currently), and the one I take people to when they ask me where to eat ramen. It’s a ramen place I’ve been to so many times, I stopped taking pictures every time (I still have plenty). Nestled in the corner of the Japantown mall, Marufuku is clearly visible from the bridge thanks in part to the ever-present line that hangs off the doorway.
They used to appear everywhere, breaching through the busy streets. In those days, we expected the chaos at the start of every summer. It was never before the sun touched the edge of the horizon, but as soon as dusk approached, we waited for the whales. The small mounds in the earth would grow larger and larger until they sprouted supermassive, torpedo-shaped mammals leaving chunks of pavement falling everywhere. They would take off into the sky, streaming trails of clouds behind them. But most of all I remembered the ships, vast wooden vessels propped up by propellers, sails, and improbable precision. They raced off, chasing the whales into the fading light of the horizon, knowing they would only return months later, after the creatures burrowed back into the earth.
A simple-looking golden bell with a well-worn, wooden handle. If you listen closely, you can hear it hum with powerful magic.
Every Tool A Purpose
This is an arcane focus that grants +3 to Spell Attack Rolls and +3 to Spell Save DC
A Certain Physic’s Theoretical Box
When you cast the Wall of Force spell and completely seal a creature inside with no holes, it must make a Constitution saving throw against your Spell Save DC. It takes 6d6 Force damage or half on a successful save.
When your Wall of Force ends, the creature must make a Wisdom saving throw against your Spell Save DC. It takes 6d6 Force damage or half on a successful save.
A Certain Physic’s Physiological Training
When you cast a spell targeting another creature and they fail their saving throw, they have disadvantage on their next saving throw against the same spell.
If the target you are casting a spell on fails three saves against your casting of the spell, they permanently have disadvantage on saves against that spell.
Dedicated to my first patron and my most ardent supporter, Gwen
I’ve been to ramen places up the west coast. You’re not missing a “and down” in that sentence; I haven’t actually eaten ramen in Southern California. Despite that, my friends who live in the Pacific North-West have been gracious enough to take me to places they like. This is one such place, which I was taken to by, funnily enough, Gwen.
But let’s get into it! Ramen Ryoma was great! Even if the experience was somewhat amusingly tempered by the lack of parking and the long-ish wait, both of which were caused by a local anime-fan-focused event directing all the weebs to the local designated weeb spot (here). Like a typhoon sent by god to smite us for our hubris, the absolute storm of weebs walking around almost gave me whiplash. Luckily, we managed to find parking, and, luckily again, it seemed a handful of parties ahead of us abandoned ship to try their fortunes elsewhere. This was not the titanic wait I was braced for.
Oji Ramen sits across the street from the two malls of Japantown, tucked away in the small cluster of ramen shops that have a respectable, steady draw of customers. I was curious because, as far as I can tell, this place opened a couple months ago. Notably, I caught sight of a sign that said “soft opening” while I was on my way to a different place to get a different bowl of ramen before a night of karaoke. I decided to visit about a week ago after work. Well, the story’s a little more complicated but ultimately not that interesting and this isn’t a recipe blog so I have no incentive to dive into a 12-page prologue.
Eun felt the rough patchwork of the cloth wrapped around her face, digging ruts into the corners of her eyes, but no tears ran through that tilled land. Her ears caught the distant rumbling of thunder in the breaks between hard drops of rain, and the violent sway of the wood underneath did little to convince her the vessel wouldn’t flip at any moment. And yet she sat completely still, letting the rain pool into the raw flesh of her ankles.