Guild Hall — GM

This is a problem you generally don’t see in your typical D&D game. Sure, your players might go murder hobo, but the damage will be limited to whatever poor souls happen to be in the area. But when you command ships that fly through space and have weapons that can destroy entire city blocks, it becomes much more of a problem.

One of the more delicate duties of any Gamemaster would be to find the right balance between turning your game into a maelstrom of death and having your players become bored with how easy dispatching the enemy has become. Whether the focus is on hack and slash, or the game is more role playing oriented, there is always some level of danger for the characters involved. The trick is finding how much danger to keep the adventure interesting without things turning into a George R. R. Martin novel.

It was  a dark and eerie night in dark ages era Europe. Almaric, the vampire, surveyed the town. He needed to feed and was tired of slinking around, hiding his identity. After all, he was more powerful than ten of these mortals combined. Confident, he marched up to a peasant's home and kicked in the door. Walking right in and grabbing the woman, he proceeded to feed while the rest of the family fled in terror. His thirst satisfied, Almaric then left the hovel and saw a crowd of angry townfolk, wielding pitchforks and torches. Though amazed at how quickly...

The Wookie stood on the edge of the road, discussing his next destination with the crew of the transport. The crew seemed unwilling to haggle on the price of transportation, even with a large and angry Wookie. As the haggling grew more heated, a speeder bike pulled up. A familiar looking Rodian sneered as he lifted up his blast pistol. "You made me look like a fool", he shouted before firing a round into the Wookie's chest from point blank range. Amazingly, the Wookie was unscathed from the blast, and took his own blaster out of its holster and fired...

It had been a rough day for the group. The quartet of former white collar employees had watched from the rooftops as their city was consumed by chaos. Bloody faced, violent zombie-like people were roaming the streets, attacking and feasting on their fellow humans. At first the shock had kept them on the 15th floor of the now deserted office building, searching for answers via the internet. However, as time went on, inertia crept in. The companions argued incessantly about their next move. Scouting missions, just to go to the ground floor and back required hours of planning. A whole...