You can also use an IOS/ Android app called ‘The Crawler’ (Purple Sorcerer Games - FREE) and it even includes the read-out-loud table-text for crits, fumbles, and spells used by judge (the DCC equivalent to ‘dungeon master’) and player, alike. If not - you can typically find them for sale on the publisher’s website, or at Amazon. If anything else, they are a terrific novelty. You might find a set of Zocchi’s at your local FLGS. These oddball’s fill-in between (and above) the standard D&D dice and allow for a novel modifier system of improved or reduced dice called the dice chain. It also makes use of “Zocchi dice” in d3, d5, d7, d14, d16, d24 and d30 configurations. (The authors well-thumbed and tabbed copy of the DCC RPG rules featuring an amazing full page art piece by artist extraordinaire –Doug Kovacs )ĭCC uses all the standard polyhedral RPG dice, including the d20 an entire generation was named for. It’s scary and irresistible - at the same time. All the rules are in one giant book, the interior pictures are all black and white and the text keeps referencing dice you’ve never heard of before. It was probably a little of both.ĭo you remember your first grope/kiss behind the fence, at the park or in the backseat of a car? DCC is nothing like that, but it has a similar feel. I don’t know if it was because we liked rolling new characters all the time or if reincarnation just wasn’t as sexy is it is today. Characters died often, for good and bad reasons, and most of them stayed that way. When I first started playing Dungeons & Dragons, way back in 1979, it was common to lose a character or three to combat, exploration, and roleplay. New players to the dungeon crawling biz’ might want to bring both - just in case - because low-level DCC can be a meatgrinder. I’m told the pen is mightier than the sword - unless you bring a pen to a sword fight. The serving boy’s eyes flashed like white fire under his thick, dark hair, begging the dwarf restrain himself…. “Up to your standards, little knight?” she howled, - her grin quickly breaking into a barking giggle. An aleslinger behind the sticky bar grinned, elbowing a serving boy playfully while pointing at Garun with one hand and touching her codpiece with the other. Garun Helrockyr gazed through his mostly empty mug of “lukewarm goat piss ” a paper thin, hoppy “ale” - brewed downstairs in the community tub, no doubt.
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