Saturday, January 31, 2026

Even An Android Can Cry (1968 - Age 21)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2021

Even an android can cry
Though not alive, I am living like you
Speaking your words, doing things that you do

Even an android can cry
Though I am made out of synthetic things
Still I can see, and the truth of it stings

Even an android can cry
Though I was made without feelings of pain
Still, I can cry and the tears still remain

Even an android can cry
Though I was made to compute everything
Still I am dead to feelings hurt can bring

[Listen to it here]

Song title inspired by a story in Marvel Comics' Avengers #58 (November 1968)
   

Thursday, January 29, 2026

Esmeraldee (1967 - Age 20)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2021

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my queen—Esmeraldee
Golden garments of glittering shells
Catch the rays of the sun as it fell
Into the Ocean of Peace

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my queen—Esmeraldee

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my prince—Kantra-Lee
Riding by on his seahorses two
Wondering where he is going to
Deep beneath the blue waves

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my queen—Esmeraldee

[Musical Verse]

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Princess Anna del Camallee
Folding her arms, she defiantly smiles
Knowing only the persons she riles
Here in our home of Atlantis

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my queen—Esmeraldee

[Listen to it here]



Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Escape (1965 - Age 18)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1965, 2023

Your arms reach out to touch me
But girl, I cannot stay
Your lips reach out to kiss me
But girl, just one more day
I've got to escape from you
You're making me feel blue
When you kiss and hold him that way, too

Your voice is soothing to me
But girl, I mustn't hear
Your smile is so bewitching
But girl, it's him I fear
I've got to escape today
Ohh, girl, I mustn't stay
When you hold and kiss me that way, too

You're sweet as sugar to me
But girl, ohh, can't you see
You'll soon be his, not mine, dear
So, girl, you can't love me
I've got to escape your arms
Or he will bring me harm
When you show me, like him, all your charms


Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Erotic Tales of Mythology: Pygmalion (1999 - Age 52)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1999, 2023

Long, long ago there dwelt, in the city of Athens, a sculptor named Pygmalion.
    He it was who, at an early age, came of the opinion that women were the cause of men's ills, and so early he came to despise them.
    Yet, although he scorned their presence, still he admired their physical forms and set about to create a statue more lovely, more desirous, more lifelike than any of the women he had seen.
    Many quarries he did scour, searching for the perfect marble slab from which to carve his heart's desire.  At last he laid his eyes upon one that seemed to be the size he needed, and in his studio, he set about to carve from it, the statue he saw in his mind's eye.
    Long he laboured, long he toiled, his cutting tools chipping here and here, his scraping tools slicing through the marble, his burnishing tools rubbing till the statue gradually took form.
    At length, after many months of careful and delicate work, the deed was done, Pygmalion so designing the statue that, if he desired, it could sit on a chair at the table with him while he ate and he could slip tiny morsels of food between its parted lips and hollow mouth.
    So finely detailed was this statue crafted that Pygmalion could lay it upon his bed, place himself between its legs and thrust his hard member deep into the hollow sexual cavity he had so fashioned.
    Alternatively, if he so desired, the statue could be placed on its hands and knees so that Pygmalion, by lifting his hips, could penetrate the statue's mouth with his own member whilst licking upon the marble creature's own intricately-carved vulva whilst he stroked the smooth stone breasts with their delicately pointed nipples.
    Day after day, he lavished his attentions upon the woman of his dreams, laying baubles and fruits and flowers at her feet, garbing her naked form with decorative fabrics from all over the known world, placing rings upon her fingers, necklaces about her neck, earrings upon her ears, and in time, he called her his wife.

But alas! after a year of such dallying, Pygmalion became bored and frustrated, wishing the statue could embrace him for real.
    Thus it came about during the festival of Aphrodite, that Pygmalion kissed his ‘wife good-bye—feeling the coldness of her stone lips upon his own—and went to the temple to sacrifice to the goddess.  And there he prayed, "I know that the gods can do all things, and I ask that you would—"
He stopped, not really desiring to say that he wanted his marble virgin to be his wife.  Instead, he murmured, "—give me one like unto my marble virgin to be my wife."
    After he came away from Aphrodite's temple, he felt that he had made a foolish request and slowly walked the short distance to his home.
    He opened the door, kissed his statue, and turned to remove his cloak and undergarments, preparing himself for his bath.
    He stopped.  Looked back at the statue.  Was it possible...?
    For he had not felt cold stone upon his lips, but the warmth of another's flesh.
    He kissed the statue again.
    His heart leapt within him with shock as, indeed, he touched naked lips once again.
    Pygmalion staggered back a few steps, gazed upon his marble creation as, slowly, its stone surface flushed and softened, it sighed and its breasts began to rise and fall as it took its first breath.
    Tears welled up from the sculptor's eyes as Life entered the woman of his dreams.  Sightless eyes colored and gazed upon him with love and adoration.  
    Pygmalion moved forward, took the new-formed woman into his arms and held her close, his lips pressing against her own, his heart hammering against that of his love.  
    She responded, her arms encircling him, embracing him, feeling the hardness of his member insinuating itself between her thighs.  
    Down to the floor Pygmalion lowered himself, his wife upon him, impaling herself upon his shaft which he felt at last fill the emptiness of her bowels.  He thrust into her, she riding him long, her hips rolling upon his own, cries of new-found ecstasy rising from both their lips, crying out to Aphrodite with thanks and praise for the union of their bodies, the meeting of their souls, the joining of their spirits, the melding of their lives forever.

[From my book, An Erotic Anthology, available on Amazon]

 

Monday, January 26, 2026

Erotic Tales of Mythology: Actaeon & Diana (1999 - Age 52)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1999, 2023

It happened one day while Actaeon, son of king Kadmus, hunted with his friends and companions, the youths from the palace, that late afternoon found them equally distant not only from their home, but also from the end of the hunt.
    So it was that Actaeon bade his friends stop, for the day was almost done.  "Our weapons and nets are drenched with the blood of our kill," he said. "Let us clean and sharpen them so that, on the morrow, we can continue the hunt anew, refreshed and ready.  we have sported enough for one day."

A short time later, Actaeon, restless and excited from the thrill of the day's hunt, arose from his sleeping skins and took himself into the forest alone, mayhap to find tranquility amongst the songs of the nightbirds, the quiet rippling of the nearby stream, the soft caress of the evening breeze through the leaves and bushes.
    It came to pass that, having gone some fair distance from the encampment, that sounds of laughter from tiny voices and the splashing of water caught his ear.
    Curious, he pushed his way through the brush until, cautiously parting some branches near to a pool, he gazed upon a scene of wonder and beauty that not only caught his breath, but roused in him feelings he had not experienced for many a day.
    For there, frolicking in the pool, diving beneath the surface of the pale blue water and standing beneath a cascading waterfall were five--nay!--six young maidens with skin as white as ivory, and long black hair that clung like tendrils to the smoothness of their wet bodies.
    And, as he watched in the glowing sunset, there appeared a more wondrous sight—a woman beautiful and tall, standing a good head taller than those who sported in the pool.  She it was who strode from a nearby cave, her form wrapped with a loose-fitting garment of white cloth, her feet shod with sandals of leather, while in her hands she carried a bow and quiver of arrows.
    Actaeon grew short of breath, his eyes drinking in the loveliness of the woman who stood not more than ten feet before him, and yet he kept himself well-hidden in the brush.
    So taken by her beauty, the gracefulness of her form, the striking musculature of her arms that he felt his ardor rise and within moments his manhood pained to be released from the confinement of his loincloth.
    For a moment he turned from the scene before him and loosened his cloth. Hard and swollen, its length throbbing with desire, his staff sprang free.
    Once more he parted the bushes with his hand, once more gazed he upon the beauteous creature beyond. 
    Now she sat upon a rock and gave her bow and quiver of arrows to one of the nymphs who attended her.  Another bent down and loosened the sandals, drew them from the huntress' feet.
    Actaeon's eyes widened, and he knew he was about to gaze upon the woman as she took her bath.  It was all he could do to keep himself quiet, and he knew he should turn away, creep into the brush and let the woman bathe in secrecy.
    But he could not.
    Unable to turn away, he drank in the splendor of the woman's beauty as the fingers of his free hand entwined about his rod, and he knelt upon the grass to steady himself.
    Looking up, he saw that the nymphs had begun to untie the knots of the two straps which were fastened on her shoulders...
    ...and Actaeon's mouth opened expectantly while his hand began to move back and forth slowly upon his stiff member, feeling the pulsing of his life's blood coursing through the veins...
    ...as the two halves fell away, disclosing the woman's full, defined breasts like two succulent pears resting against her flesh, their tips taut and erect, swollen and pink...
    ...and Actaeon's rod swelled all the more as thereupon he did rub his hand a bit faster, squeezing the thickness of it as his eyes devoured the statue of flesh before him...
    ...as the woman rose and her garment fell away, revealing her full splendor—the sweep of her alabaster back, the tautness of her round buttocks, the sweep of her long, striated thighs and calves.  And then she turned a half-turn and revealed the dark triangle of her sex, that spot of beauty, that vale of delicacy, that crevice of love—
    Actaeon pulled harder upon his scepter, and a sudden ecstasy swept over him faster than he could imagine.  Before he could stop, or slow the process, he exploded his seed into the bushes before him and from his lips escaped such a moan of delight that the sound carried to the woman's ears.
    With a cry of surprise and horror, she reached for her bow and arrows, but they were not to be found.  Accompanied by shrieks of terror, the nymphs clustered around the woman, attempting to hide her beauty, but such was not to be, for she towered above them, her two breasts glowing brilliantly with the red-orange of the sun.
    Then Actaeon rose from his hiding-place, hurrying to replace his quailing pike, and he saw the last of the woman's naked form as she leapt into the pool.
    Moments later, her head reappeared, her countenance red and furious as the setting sun.  In an instant her hand splashed into the water, a shower of it erupting from before her and onto the shore, cascading over the kneeling form of Actaeon who began to ask forgiveness.
    "Begone!" spat the woman. "And, if you can, tell all that in your folly you have dared to watch the goddess, Diana, unveiled."
    Actaeon took that moment to turn and dart into the thicket, his skin tingling with a strange sensation he'd never before experienced.
    On and on through the brush he ran, branches lashing across his face and breast, stinging and paining him until, at length, he saw the glowing fires of his encampment.
    As he drew near, he passed by the stream. 
    He stopped.
    Stared at his moonlit reflection in the water.
    It was not a man he saw.
    It was a stag.
    His eyes widened, his nostrils flared.
    He started as he heard the barking of the hunting dogs as they caught his scent.  Looking towards the encampment, he saw them bounding towards him.
    Turned to flee.  Felt a burning in his shoulder, the tearing of flesh, the smell of blood.  Another hound upon his back, a third upon his leg.
    Then a darkness—not the night—ended the curse of Actaeon's flight.

[From my book, An Erotic Anthology, available on Amazon]


 

Saturday, January 24, 2026

Endless Shadows (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2021

On and on and on they come
Endless shadows cast by the sun
On and on and on they ride
There's no place for me to hide

Here they come after me
I need help, oh, can't you see
Endless shadows one-by-one
Here they come
Oh, here they come

On and on, they have no name
Endless shadows are all the same
On and on, they reach for me
I need help, can't you see

Here they come after me
I need help, oh, can't you see
Endless shadows one-by-one
Here they come
Oh, here they come

On and on, they do not rest
Endless shadows, I should have guessed--

Now, they're after me
They won't let me be
I need help, you see
Help!  Help!
Help me

[Listen to it here]



Friday, January 23, 2026

End of My Hope (1971 - Age 24)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1971, 2021

Is this the end of my hope
Is this the sum of my pain
To see both of my creations of Love
Fall to shame again

How could you do this to me
Why not be happy and free

Is this the end of my hope
Is this the death of my dreams
How I've wanted to see them grow strong in Love
Now, they've lost, it seems

How could you do this to me
Why not be happy and free

{Musical Verse]

How could you do this to me
Why not be happy and free

Is this the end of my hope
Now, I must send you away
Get you hence from this Garden, create a home
On Earth for the race of Man today

How could you do this to me
Why not be happy and free

[Listen to it here]



Thursday, January 22, 2026

Enchanted Island (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1969, 2021

Enchanted island 
Lying in the sea 
Does she lie there waiting for me 

Tell her I'll return again 
And my love won't wane 
Tell her I will still maintain 
My love for her 

I never would have thought that she would think of these 
Tell her not to worry cause I only aim to please 

Tell her I will soon regain 
That my love won't wane 
Tell her there would not be slain 
My love for her 

[Musical Chorus]

Enchanted island 
Lying in the sea 
Does she lie there waiting for me 

Tell her I'll return again 
And my love won't wane 
Tell her I will still maintain 
My love for her

[Listen to it here]



Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Elven Music 3

 


ELVEN MUSIC 3: 
Tales of the Uninvited
Caprice
Prikosnovénie Music
2005

The third in a trilogy of musical and vocal compositions based on the parallel world of the Faeries, and this CD in particular on the language of the Laoris, or modern faeries.

Composer Anton Brejestovski has done a marvelous job of creating the world of Fae although, to be honest, there is a sense of etherealness missing which, I believe, is often associated with the faerielands.

In spite of polyphonic arrangements, intricate harmonies and time signatures, the whole work still seems to sound like medieval England. But, none of this detracts from the quaintness of it, and Inna Brejestovskaya's voice gives the songs a delicate beauty.

All in all, still worth a listen. 

TRACKLIST:
1. Enter Laoris
2. Minstrels of Old
3. Yesterday You Danced With Me
4. Black Flower
5. Two Faeries
6. Bog Dance
7. The Court of Faerie
8. The Forest
9. Summer Night
10. Faeries Stole Bridget
11. Exit Laoris
12. Maple

Music Review by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©2005


Monday, January 19, 2026

Elven Music 2


 

ELVEN MUSIC 2
The Evening of Iluvatar's Children
Caprice
Prikosnovenie records
2004

For something rather unique to listen to, this CD will fit the bill.

Drawing from the folklore of The Lord of the Rings, Caprice presents an eclectic collection of songs centered on Hobbits, Elves, Orcs, and the world of Men--accompanied by an orchestra of Russian musicians.

Mythological and medieval, and yet very much European and contemporary in style, delightful stories in song, like Elves of Rivendell, Galadriel's Message to Aragorn, and Sam's Song, all offer a fascinating glimpse of Tolkien's fantasy world from a musical perspective. Dramatic, and yet ethereal, it will require more than one listen to appreciate the creativity and ingenuity that have given birth to this delightful work. 

TRACKLIST:
01 Rhyme Of Lore
02 Of Beren And Luthien
03 O Rowan Fair
04 Bath Song
05 Elves Of Rivendell
06 Shadow Bride
07 Galadriel's Song
08 Galadriel's Message To Aragorn
09 Galadriel's Message To Legolas
10 Athelas
11 Elves Rolling Barrels
12 Sam's Song
13 The Tower Of Cirith Ungol
14 Passion (Sam Finds Frodo)
15 Elves Beyond The Sea
16 The Last Ship

Music Review by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©2004


Sunday, January 18, 2026

Ellen, Lynn (1975 - Age 28)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1975, 2021

We've enjoyed the fellowship we've shared with you
Trusting in the Lord, believing with you, too
And, although it's not been long
We can leave you this one song
Don't be wrong
Ellen, Lynn

Jesus brought us all together to be shown
That His love can grow in fellowship if sown
And, as friends, we love you so
Even though we have to go
Be it so
Ellen, Lynn

Such companionship, these days, is hard to find
And we hate to leave such fellowship behind
But, we'll pray that God will prove
Everlasting is His love
From above
Ellen, Lynn

We'll remember to include you in our prayers
And that Jesus promised to relieve your cares
So, we'll give this song to you
Keep it near; remember, too
We love you
Ellen, Lynn

[Listen to it here]



Saturday, January 17, 2026

Elizabeth (1970 - Age 23)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead 
Copyright © 1970, 2021

I overheard you mention that you're not for Women's Lib 
Whether this is true or not, you needn't tell a fib
Don't you know you take my breath away, Elizabeth

I wonder if a woman can really 'beat' a man
Still I love the feminine attributes of you, Anne
This is bone of my bone, Adam saith, Elizabeth

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth

My beating heart you conquered, dear
Your wondrous soul I worship, dear

A gentle man am, I a gentle woman you shall be
I'll always treat you just the same, this I do guarantee
And I'll love you till your day of death,  Elizabeth 

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth

My beating heart you conquered, dear
Your wondrous soul I worship, dear

Elizabeth

[Listen to it here]




Friday, January 16, 2026

Earthquake Crystals (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright 1969, 2021

Earthquake crystals shatter me 
I will find that crystal sea 
Where the water flows blood red 
Where the people, scared, had fled 
Let me wander far away 
Hear my answer hear me pray 

Earthquake crystals in the sky 
Can you teach me how to fly 
To the stars where peace will reign 
And the love of Good won't wane 
Be not jealous of my role 
Know that I would take a stroll 

Earthquake crystals break the ground 
I will hide in shelter found 
By the lakeside of the Fray 
Travel to the Milky Way 
For the stars still beckon me 
I must go and heed their plea

[Listen to it here]



Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Earth Be My Home (1969 - Age 22)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1969, 2023

Earth, be my home
Don't send me away
I'm so alone
I sit here everyday contemplating everything
Making other glad
But, in the process, I can see
I'm making myself sad

Take me in and make me one of your people
I will climb up to the tallest steeple
To proclaim that  want you for my own
I'm coming home

Earth, be my home
Don't make me leave today
I'm so alone
Oh, can't you hear me say I need someone with love
Holding both my hands
As I stand and glance about
Over all these lands


Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Each Night (1967 - Age 20)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2021

Each night I dream about you
Wishing you could be mine
Each night I dream I love you
Each and every time
One day, I know you will be
The one and only for me
But, till that day, I'll have to wait
And dream of you each night

[Musical Verse]

Each night I dream about you
I hold you close so tight
Each night I dream I love you
Till the morning light
One day, I know I'll get you
And you will always be mine
But, till that day, I'll have to wait
And dream of you each night

[Listen to it here]



Monday, January 12, 2026

Dystopia (2024 - Age 77)

 


In the very near future, conflicts wage against a man and woman who want to better the world through marvelous inventions, and those who want to control it.

In the East and West, governments erected massive domed cities to shelter those who are unable to protect themselves from harmful atmospheric elements.

Yet even within these safe havens, rivalries threaten peaceful existence; military police impose curfews ruthlessly; and secret organizations fight to liberate the oppressed.

Parts of northern Canada have become wastelands overcome by deadly smog and marauding bands of scavengers.

This is the fractured Canadian dominion in the world and time of—Dystopia

 [Buy it on Amazon]


Sunday, January 11, 2026

Dungeon Of Doom (2012 - Age 65)

 

 A 1st Level AD&D Adventure by MICHAEL WOODHEAD


  

 (Map created with Dungeon Maker)

DM's INFO:

Ravaged by a debilitating illness, a half-mad 5th level wizard named Arkimedes can only remember how to teleport, and has created what he likes to call the Dungeon of Doom. He challenges various adventurers passing through to complete the obstacle course he's created in return for wealthy prizes. However, what starts out as a simple test of the PCs' skills soon turns into a deadly competition that could very well lead to their deaths.

GOAL:

The primary goal of the PCs is to escape from the Dungeon of Doom alive.

WANDERING MONSTERS (d8) (Teleported in by Arkimedes)

1  1 giant beetle

5  2d10 giant spiders

2  2d12 centipedes

6  1 giant scorpion

3  1d4 fungi

7  2d20 giant ants

4  1d10 giant rats

8  1d4 giant worms

NOTE: the game is predicated on the fact that the PCs will accept the offer to take the obstacle course. If they refuse, the portcullis at the entrance will slam shut and automatically lock. Arkimedes proclaims, "Then you'll never get out of here alive!", and then teleports away. He sends wandering monsters to each room the PCs subsequently enter in their quest to escape.

KEY:

C = concealed door     S = secret door     X = trap

1. ENTRANCE [15x15 feet; open portcullis north; locked secret stone door east; open wooden door west] A sign on the south wall reads, "Are You Really As Good As You Think You Are? Then, It’s Time To TEST YOUR METTLE! Challenge Your Teammates, Challenge Yourself, Human or Gnome, Halfling or Elf, Dwarf or Half-Elven, No Matter Your Race, Meet All the Challenges and Win or Lose Face. Prizes for the winners"

2. ROOM [15x15 feet; open wooden door east; closed wooden door west; stone tables north and south] Arkimedes welcomes the PCs and encourages them to participate in the Test Your Mettle challenge, especially with the 1000 GP prize money at stake. If the PCs agree, he motions them to go through the west door.

3. ARCHERY CONTEST [15x100 feet; targets at 50,75, and 100 feet; open wooden door southeast] Bows and arrows lie ready to be used. Each PC has three turns, once for each target, using percentile dice: 1st Target AC 9, 2nd Target AC 5, 3rd Target AC 1  PRIZE: +1 Bow

4. AXE-THROWING CONTEST [15x25 feet; unlocked wooden door north; targets at 25 feet]  Target AC 7  PRIZE: +1 Axe of Hurling

5. HOLD YER BREATH CONTEST [15x15 feet; 5 x 10 foot deep pool in center] A Gem of Healing (+2 to Hit Points when held) glitters at the bottom. PCs try to reach it without disturbing an electric eel. PC gets one chance and must make a successful Constitution check or else the eel attacks

6. SWIMMING CONTEST [15x45 feet; long pool--5x35 feet, 10 feet deep] See PH 120-121  PRIZE:  Helm of Underwater Action

7. MIRROR ROOM [15x15 feet; mirror on east wall; concealed stone door east behind mirror] Upon entering,  PCs will see themselves reflected in a Mirror of Opposition. The images then become dopplegangers who step out of the mirror. The PCs must virtually fight themselves with whatever weapons are available, or grapple hand-to-hand if none are carried. If any PC is beaten, he is sucked into the mirror and the doppleganger takes his place (played by the PC). However, the doppleganger becomes a mirror image of the original PC--for example, if the PC is right-handed, he now becomes left-handed.

8. PIT OF PERIL [30x30 feet; 10 feet down stairs from north door; 3 cages southwest; trapped wooden door south] Stepping on the square at the bottom of the stairs releases 2d4 rats from one of the cages. After one round, 2d4 goblins are released, and after a further round, 2d4 orcs are released from the cages. The creatures attack the PCs.

9. TREASURE ROOM [20x30 feet; pile of treasure along south wall; wooden door north; locked wooden door south; 5x10 foot drop pit trap in front of door]  PCs peering through the door from the Pit of Peril will see the south wall lined with various treasures (DM's choice of what kind and how much). Within the pile of treasure will be two identical chests--one real, the other, a Mimic. First PC into the room will trigger a pit trap 10 feet deep with spikes on the bottom.

10.  ROOM [20x30 feet; wooden door north; stone door east; empty] Check for Wandering Monster(s) before PCs enter

11.  CORRIDORS [5 feet wide]  As soon as PCs are through the door, it slams shut behind them. Water begins pouring it from the end of the corridor. In the water are 2d6 leeches which attach themselves to 1d4 randomly-chosen PCs. A trigger just south of the trap opens up a pit. Any PC sliding into the pit will become entangled in strangleweed.  Check for Wandering Monsters.

12. ROOM [15x15 feet; two sarcophagi, east and west] Stairs lead up to this room. If the PCs open the sarcophagi, they will find two giant centipedes in one of them. They attack the PCs

13. CORRIDORS [5 feet wide] Check for Wandering Monsters. Stepping on the trap releases noxious fumes for 1d8 turns

Copyright © 2012 by Michael Woodhead 

under the Creative Commons License

(http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)

Originally published in “& Magazine” (Issue 8, Spring 2014)

Great Red Sun (1969 - Age 22)

Written by Michael Woodhead Copyright ©1969, 2023 Land of the lotus flowers Land of the silver towers Home of the great red sun Send me a ne...