Olivia Fishwick
Bio
Olivia Fishwick is a freelance writer in Johnson City, Tennessee. She used to live in Arizona, but the desert was already weird enough without her getting involved. She uses Vocal to share stories and anecdotes from her DnD world, Musea.
Stories (13/0)
Random Encounter Tables: The Battlefield!
In my current Dungeons and Dragons campaign, my players had to navigate an enormous battlefield in which two groups of multiplanar beings were at war with one another. I wanted the battlefield to feel lively and threatening, constantly changing around the PCs. To generate this effect, I decided to create a random encounter table!
By Olivia Fishwick2 years ago in Gamers
Homebrew Race: The Divaharrat
Here is my homebrew for the Divaharrat, a race inspired by gem fusions in Steven Universe. I wanted to create a playable race with the same kinds of features found in gem fusions: multiple arms, multiple eyes, multiple skin/eye colors, etc. Divaharrats let you have all of these things and more!
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Gamers
The Hallow Deck of Many Things
If you play Dungeons and Dragons, you may have heard of the Deck of Many Things before. This coveted magic item is a deck of 22 cards, half of which have amazingly useful effects, and the other half of which have disastrously bad effects. This deck and its cousin, the Harrow Deck, are so infamous for the trouble they've caused that they come with warnings in their compendium listings. These warnings caution GMs to be careful about using these decks, as they can radically change your players' characters and completely derail an ongoing campaign.
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Gamers
120 Spell Crit Fails! (Chart)
For me, part of the fun of playing a spellcaster is the unpredicatability of magic. Spell crit fails are one easy way of creating that unpredictability. On an attack roll of natural 1, the spell goes haywire and produces an unintended effect.
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Gamers
Fool's Gold (Fable #2)
In any discussion of religious theory, particularly at the bar (everyone’s favorite debate hall), it is a mathematical certainty that someone will inevitably bring up the subject of human nature. Many atheists and theological skeptics regard this topic as the lynchpin that condemns all religion. The argument goes like this: the Gods, as described in the Tale of Musea’s Creation, are fallible. They are capable of mistakes. They possess faults. Therefore, they should not be worshiped, for their fallibility makes them just as mortal as anyone else.
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Fiction
Last Chance, Declan
The receptionist had built a wooden railing around the front door of the Pathfinder Society Headquarters. The railing hugged the eastern side of the building and wrapped around the corner, where it ended abruptly due to the fact that another building was in the way. It instead pointed north, to a narrow cobbled staircase: up, across, and then over the buildings on the far end of the street. The railing then picked up again on even ground, and terminated without ceremony at the end of the block; about 500 yards away from the HQ itself.
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Fiction
Cocina en la Tierra los Muertos (Fable #3)
Once, a long long time ago, in the ancient Kingdom of Mariposandra, there lived a Gnome baker named Cuallea. The baker owned a restaurant and pastry shop near the heart of Mariposandra, where La Cipactli’s roots were close to the surface. So near was the magic of The World Tree that it seeped into the baker’s dreams while he slept. He would dream of fantastical other worlds: planes of reality full of indescribable colors and wild streaks of light, like comets flying across the surface of the earth. Cuallea’s dreams made him imagine a world bigger than his home at the base of La Cipactli, and that made him happy. So Cuallea was a happy man.
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Fiction
Monsoon
Augur Forest (Clear skies, midday, TC 604) There are poppies growing next to the river. The rivermud hugs them in gangly clumps, heavy streams of silt disturbing those too close to the water. It rained last night, and it will probably rain again tonight. The rain will fall in huge tilted drops that will knock the flowers like hailstones, knock the looser ones into the swelling river.
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Fiction
Solving for x
On The Night When Finna Came Back (“The Night When Finna Came Back”, also variably referred to as: The Moment When Everything Changed, How the Gang Got Back Together Again, The Beginning of the End of the End Which Seemed Like It Would Never End, and, That One Time. At no point have any of these titles been literally documented, but they have floated like bits of vague detritus through the minds of those who lived it. Not everything is recorded by the Gods. Some important historical events only exist inside of your head.) On The Night When Finna Came Back , it’s fair to say that Dmitrii overreacted. The proffered bed was appropriate (even though it wasn’t his house), as was the change of clothes, but the three-course dinner at well-past-midnight was a little much. Eating that late was a bad idea, for one thing. He, Finna, and the now-sober Miruku were fully experiencing the consequences of his decisions as they sat there around the kitchen table at five in the morning, unable to sleep but certainly not awake.
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Fiction
Ten Pages Removed
Dear Black Wardens, I’ve done something I wasn’t supposed to. I should start all my journal entries with that line, actually. Perfect summary of my life story. Which is pretty damn impressive, given that it’s several thousand years of track record being condensed into one sentence. Talk about a nutshell. I am nothing if not consistent.
By Olivia Fishwick3 years ago in Fiction
