Tactical Tuesday: Vehicle Spotlight-Cutter

This boat doesn’t get the action-figure glam like tanks or attack choppers—it’s lean, quiet, mean, and wet. If your pulp-military TTRPG campaign involves frozen hellscapes, swamp infiltrations, or coastal black-ops, then the cutter deserves a spot on your squad’s manifest.

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Mazes & Mondays: The Dawnward March p2

The land of Caldrithar is a realm of broken thrones and buried fire, where the bones of ancient kings lie beneath the boots of marching warbands. It is a place where the wilds whisper secrets older than the Silver Flame, and every crumbling ruin might house a relic—or a curse.

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Tactical Tuesday: Operation Iron Tide

Welcome to the Iron Veil Archipelago, a forgotten corner of the world where shadows move faster than the truth. In “Operation Iron Tide,” you’re not just here to play soldier—you’re here to clean up a mess.

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Mazes & Mondays: The Dawnward March p1

In the twilight of the Age of Crowns, when the banners of old still clung to crumbling towers and the bones of empires lay buried beneath the dust of forgotten roads, war came to Caldrithar like a storm of iron and fire.

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Geek Opera: Arcane Art of the Story Arc

There’s a certain theatricality to running a tabletop RPG campaign. The flicker of candlelight (or LED bulbs), the rustle of character sheets, the hush before the dice fall—it all sets the stage for something grand.

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Tactical Tuesday: Operation Shadow Vein

Your team of operatives—mercenaries, ex-soldiers, or desperate adventurers—has been hired for a covert mission in a remote, resource-rich region known as Zarvoska, a land of untapped wealth and simmering tensions.

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Geek Report: July 4th Release

On July 4th, Scaldcrow Games proudly celebrates its 18th anniversary—and what better way to mark the occasion than with the official release of The Skinny Complete, at Drivethrurpg.com!

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Tactical Tuesday: One Shot, One Kill

There’s a certain kind of silence in a garage at 2 a.m.—the kind that hums with the static of teenage imagination and the slow burn of a space heater. That’s where I was, hunched over a folding table, surrounded by soda cans, graph paper, and the smell of motor oil.

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