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Geek Opera: WyvaCon 13-A Hidden Gem

Scaldcrow Games has a history with small events. Some of my favorite memories come from the tiniest cons—WhatTheHellCon springs to mind. I’ve done shows in haunted houses, Halloween stores, and even fields with folding tables.

Tactical Tuesday: Just Hang’n Around

You wake up like you’ve been hit by a freight train full of bad decisions. Pain’s the first thing to punch in—sharp, hot, and personal. Your shoulders scream, your arms feel like they’ve been stretched by medieval torture, and your leg…

Geek Opera: The Eagle-Eyed Reporter

In the smoke-choked alleys of Rotwang City, where shadows stretch long and secrets run deep, one archetype stands tall—not with fists or firearms, but with a notebook, a camera, and an unshakable hunger for truth. The Eagle-Eyed Reporter isn’t just a character class. It’s a calling. A crusade. A dare to stare into the abyss and scribble down what stares back.

Geek Opera: The Mystic Aristocrat

In the shadowy corners of pulp fiction, where the veil between the known and the unknown grows thin, there exists a character who walks the line between two worlds. They are the Mystic Aristocrat—a figure of wealth, refinement, and mystery, whose life is steeped in the arcane and the exotic.

Geek Opera: The Captain of Industry

When we think of the golden age of pulp fiction, our minds often drift to the hard-boiled detectives, the masked vigilantes, and the two-fisted adventurers who punched their way through danger. But lurking in the background, often pulling the strings or funding the expeditions, was another archetype—the Captain of Industry.

Tactical Tuesday: Locked & Loaded

Listen up, soldier. You’ve got a table full of players itching for action, and you’re about to hit them with a training scenario. You know—the classic “welcome to the unit” setup. Maybe it’s…

Geek Opera: Femme Fatale

n the shadowy alleys of pulp and noir fiction, where the air is thick with cigarette smoke and the streets glisten with rain-slicked danger, there exists a figure as captivating as she is perilous. She is the Femme Fatale—a character archetype that has slinked her way into the hearts and fears of readers for decades.

Tactical Tuesday: Rising Tides-Rusted Steel

Somewhere deep in this muggy no-man’s-land is an old, rusting freight train packed with dirty secrets. Your mission? Find it, secure its contents, and get the hell out. Sound easy? Good, because it won’t be.

Geek Opera: Grim Guardian of Justice

this archetype is the spiritual descendant of the masked vigilantes who first graced the radio waves and dime novels of the 1930s and ’40s. Think The Shadow, The Spider, or The Avenger—men who walked the razor’s edge between justice and vengeance, cloaked in mystery and driven by a code that no badge could enforce.

Tactical Tuesday: Lock, Load, Lingo!

his ain’t some prim-and-proper linguistics lecture wrapped in tweed and tenure—this is boots-on-the-ground, grease-under-your-fingernails kind of slang construction. If you’re writing for a military-pulp tabletop RPG and your characters are still saying “Let’s go!”—then brother, you’re in for a rude awakening. Real warriors spit language that’s half-code, half-comedy, and all grit.