Fuck how I hate that clear blue mountain lake. I cannot figure out what to do with it. The worst thing is that every time I try to brainstorm something about it it ends up going all Innsmouth on me. Look, I love Lovecraftian pastiche as much as the next person. But I think I go to that well too often. It’s a spice goddammit. Anyhow, this was supposed to be about my plan for the campaign’s first session, not the problems of populating fantasy lakes. Continue reading…