The Pink Dice Chronicles

Recently, I started a new Friday night Pathfinder game that has been an experiment in collaborative world building, where the players take a major role in determining the feel and history and social dynamics of the planet.  Since then, we've gotten 5 players through the first session, I thought I would start sharing some of the results and my own personal observations. Krasis: The Crater Planet So I got this idea about a year ago of a world where solar wind started degrading the atmosphere of a planet, essentially turning the surface into lifeless wastes.  However, long, long ago, the planet had been struck by a catastrophic meteor that had blown a deep crater into the planet.  As the atmosphere was drained away on the surface, this crater had become the last refuge of the plants, animals, and intelligent races that used to be separated over the surface. Within this crater, I created circular biomes reaching from the outer edge of the crater to the deep center w...

When the wind hit the first unrolled sail there was a tug that judged the men; those that failed fell; those that were of these sands stayed at work, hoisting the rest of the sails to bear.  The shushing noise rose out of the background of the whip of the wind, as the glass slipper of the bottom of the Veriago made way.  I tugged the wheel to the right, driving skids against the sand just enough to miss the other sanddocks. 42 Aboard on the Veriago all pulled and pushed to get the full scale sails into the wind.  She was getting up to speed now and I pulled her right into the winds direction completely.  It wasn't completely ideal for the bearing, but it would still shave a days sand off our journey. In my own mind I could imagine of what could be seen from the dock, the gold hull with gold skins reflecting gold light off of gold sand, the sails of multicolored dragon scale whipping forward, Sailors becoming smaller and smaller as the haze of the desert overtook ...

There exists a world, ravaged by constant bombardment of radiation such that the surface has become a living hell.  No vegtation seems to survive there; life is barren, hot, unkind in every way.  However, deep in the depths of the planet's layers lay a crater, many miles deep and many miles wide.  The radiation passes over the crater, leaving the inside untouched by death.  Within this crater, all normal life on the planet survives.  Outside of this crater, well, the things that live there are things like outsiders, demons, devils, and other toughened species. The crater itself is divided into large oval bands of layers, each band miles wide and supporting a specific ecosystem.  Various humanoid races are scattered through the vegetated layers in cities, tribes, and villages.  All the diversity of what once was perhaps a living, flourishing planet, now exists in these layers of the crater. Deep within the crater is a radiation zone around the origi...