PayDay’s Journal 3

As the day drew on and darkness filtered in through the trees around us the forest was quiet, maybe too quiet. Z thought it was just good practice to have a little fun lighting the way with the straps tying the poor little goblin up. He made a nice lantern. Eventually, Timmy finally chirped up that his camp or fortress or whatever the hell goblins call their home was up ahead. We stopped and gave him the chance to offer up the trade that seemed in our, or at least mine, minds to be fair. Him for the girl, plus leaving the village alone. Seemed reasonable and nobody else had to die this day. However, his camp mates thought different and after making the offer, Timmy was promptly shot in the shoulder with an arrow for his negotiating trouble. He fell face first to the forest floor.

As he did, that was when we finally noticed that we had been led into a small clearing, still close to trees but with unobstructed sight lines to a trio of very large tree stands. Each was a large triangle about twenty feet above the forest floor. Each was also manned, goblined, whatever by a pair of goblins. All had bows aimed down at us. We were a special kind of screwed.

As arrows rained down around us, Shojin must have thought it a good idea, because he made a massive dragon’s head appear as if coming from around the leftmost tree, which really freaked out a few of the goblins. Mind you, it was just a head, there was no body to go with it. To protect himself after I dove for cover, he picked up poor Timmy, who it turned out at that point wasn’t dead as a makeshift shield. I fired pot shots from the brush while we got the situation under control. I wasn’t about to get myself killed by goblins. Now to back up his illusion he kept trying to light their platforms on fire. He finally got one, but by that time I had shot the pair on another of the platforms and Z had unleashed some of her holy hell. When the platform finally caught it scared the bejeezus out of the pair perched on it and they jumped rather than face the flames. The first to jump died on impact and the second died landing on the first.

Still cleaning up the trio of tree stands, we heard what sounded like a massive boar come crashing through the trees. Shojin made an illusory fire leap up in front of it which brought it to a dead stop causing it’s rider to fall. A massive hobgoblin that must have been billy. Z charged in and I gave chase. Shojin’s distraction allowed us to make short work of the “boss” and with all those responsible for waylaying the wagons to and from the mountain dealt with we could find the pretty lady, collect our bounty and be on our way. It should have been as simple as that. It wasn’t.

Turned out the pretty lady was a dwarven maiden by the name of Vessa Ott. She’d been taken captive in transit between the mountain and the Hammer Fall. Her uncle as it happened was the captain of the guard and responsible for the protection of Hammer Fall. He had made no attempts at rescue and she was more than a little pissed about it, to say the least. Who could blame her. Since the goblin raiders had been at their trade for some time, they had amassed a good smattering of junk/sundries and we hauled as much of it as we could back to town, and that is when things got really…interesting.

PayDay’s Journal 2 – Continued beginnings

During Z’s watch a boar wandered into the stable yard. She thought she could take care of things on her own. She could not. Shojin and I were roused from our slumber by the sounds of the fighting. I made short work of the beast with a well placed arrow and that was that. The tavern keeper was also awakened by the ruckus and offered to cook the beast for us free of charge. We took him up on his offer and since we had had most of the night to rest decided to get an early start on our investigation.

Near enough to midday we came upon a strange scene. There were obvious tire tracks heading off of the path and into the high weeds. Further investigation found the charred remains of multiple wagons and as we looked around further found some very crudely constructed hunter’s perches in the trees on one side of the path. While we were debating who would climb up to investigate further an arrow whisked past us from deep in the brush behind the tree stands. Since it was clearly some sentient beings and not just some sort of beast we began preparations for the conflict to follow.

Shojin, and it bears a little explanation here, refused to kill. Maybe in the most dire of circumstances could he be persuaded to alter his moral compass on that, but in the time since we haven’t seen anything to sway him. Not that he wouldn’t allow the rest of us to do the deed. Only that he would not. The other peculiarity of my comrade would be discovered soon enough and it was more than a little disgusting. But for now, and as always, his answer was to mystify the opposition. Illusions and sounds, sleep and charm. That was his stock and trade. And he was awful at it most of the time. Like really bad.

His solution when it became clear we were dealing with some sort of humanoid was to make the biggest treasure chest you had ever set eyes on. Gold spilling out the top and littering the ground around it to the extent that his magics would allow him.

My solution was to pour oil on the ground directly underneath his illusion. If whatever it was did take the bait, I’d set their asses on fire. Z, just watched us prepare with a look of mild bemusement.

Out of the brush came four very angry goblins and I did the first thing that came to mind. I yell “treasure yours”. And very quickly our plan began to fall apart. Two of the four were taken with the illusion and two were not. One of the two that was not appeared to be the leader of the group and was gibbering something at the ones confounded by the illusion. What followed happened very quickly.

Z and I tried to deal with the two that were clear headed and Shojin went to his bag of tricks and tried to put them to sleep. He got three of the four. The one he didn’t was the leader who ran off into the brush. We dispatched the two that remained and woke the fourth for questioning. It turned out that Z spoke goblin from her time in the underground before she started her journey. The how and why of that was still unknown to me at the time.

To make the interrogation, something I did have a bit of experience with from my time in the organization, easier we built a fire and Shojin hand roasted one of the goblins over the fire while the fourth watched on helpless. He told us the runner was Jim, he was Tim, and the one Shojin was roasting was Tommy. When he refused to answer more questions Shojin started to eat his partially roasted comrade which sent him into hysterics. I calmly slapped him across the face to calm him down and continued my questioning. I asked Shojin to talk a walk while we finished up our questioning and he went off in pursuit of onions to stuff his meal with. It still turns my stomach to think of all the things that man was willing to eat.

After some additional smacks about the face the goblin let us know that Jim would have run back to camp. A camp overseen by “Billy”, who was the boss. Billy was apparently enamored of late with a “pretty lady” who had become his newest play thing. I have little patience for a damsel in distress personally, but that’s because I refused to allow myself to become one.

Timmy, I only ever think of him as that, and as our adventures went on I often think back to him and wonder if there was a way to have made what happened play out differently, said that Billy would be happy to trade the lady for him and so we set off as the sun began to set in the direction of his camp. Timmy restrained in straps from the burned out wagons and on a short leash leading the way.

PayDay’s Journal 1 – A meeting on the road to sadness

The Fools' characters for the road to Highbreeze
Note from the Fools: The below note was found with PayDays Journal

If you are reading this that means that I am likely dead. I hope I died a good death. What follows is the account, best as I can recall of the my journey with a group that came to be more than friends. I came to count on these people, this motley bunch, more than I could my own family even after what I did. But I’ll get to that.

My name is Payola Dayoria, “Pay Day” to my friends, and I got my start in life as a petty thief. When I was young and first stepped out on my own I got arrested for stealing from the wrong person. While I was doing my time I was approached in the prison by a man. His name isn’t important. What is important is the choice he offered me. I could finish out my time and go free or I could work for his organization and get out by the end of that day. Since I was looking at another 10 years behind bars, I jumped at the chance. I sometimes regret that choice but it was and is a part of the life I chose. While I never found out the full depths of the “organization” and what it was into, while I was working for it, I did learn a few things. One, this was not a criminal organization, despite the trappings of thievery all around me and two, I was in this for life.

And the years went by. 10 years later I found myself still working for the organization, for gods and countries they would say, but I yearned for more. So I went walkabout. I just started to travel, see the sights that even with all my travel for the organization I never had a full opportunity to explore. I still looked for the odd score now and then, old habits and all that, but I was really just yearning for the youth my work denied me.

But that all changed on the road to Hammer Fall. Hammer Fall is a primarily Dwarven community and a primary trade hub for the realms. If it comes out of the mountains up in Minn’s Teeth it has to pass through Hammer Fell on its way to anywhere else. So it seemed to me that would be a nice place to make a bit o’ gold. My outlook was altered when on the road there I came upon a Half Orc and a Dark Elf also travelling the same path. They had been together for some time prior to our meeting and I was a little taken aback that they got along as they did.

Compared to me they were both Giants. The elf was easily nearly six feet tall and the half orc taller still. The Half Orc identified himself as Shojin, and right away I could tell there was something different about him. He was, for one thing calmer than any other orc or halfsie I had come across. It seemed like he was trying to escape his past. Who was I to judge, since I was doing the same thing?

The Dark Elf was Zeresnel, Zareznel, something like that. We only ever called her Z or something short like that. She was clearly decked out as a cleric of Lolth but I could tell from the look in her eyes that there was a fire, something almost like rage burning inside her. She wasn’t a stay on the sidelines and heal people kind of cleric. She was a get in there and smash it’s face kind of cleric. And she was really, really good at smashing the faces. Usually.

And so together, we three walked right into the beginnings of adventure together. As we came into Hammer Fall, I was acutely aware of several things right away. First that this was a town that was suffering. You could see it on the faces of everyone that we passed. This was a community that was struggling to get by. Second, there was a stillness in the air of something just waiting to happen.

We approached the Boar’s Head Tavern because it seemed as good a place as any to get the lay of the land. Taverns are about the best sources of information. Get most folks drunk enough and they will tell you damn near anything you want to know.  

The tavern keeper was a sad looking Dwarf. As I recall this we never really did find out his name. We took our seats at in an empty room and made our orders. Shojin ordered Boar, 4 legs worth. Now that may sound like a lot, because it is. This man could eat damn near anything. Why this one time…no, no, I get ahead of myself. The tavern keeper called to someone in the back that first order and our senses were then assailed by someone clearly taking it out on a boar. Those screams still haunt me. I ordered whatever they had as far as cheap wine went. I was no longer all that hungry. Z ordered some mead and a bit of boar herself.

While this was going on the tavern keeper inquired if we were there about the bounty. Bounties usually mean gold and gold makes the world go round. I said that of course we were but would love some of the specifics.

It seemed that all of the caravans from town were vanishing between Hammer Fall and the mountain and vice versa, thus never making it to or from the Dwarven stronghold in the mountain. We were interested in finding the source of the town’s plight (treasure and status with the townsfolk) but due to the lateness of the day after our meal, we would set out at first light. We were informed that there was no available lodging but that we could stay in the stables if we didn’t mind the smell of horses. We didn’t mind at all, since the cost was nothing and set up a watch rotation for the night.

Origins, 2018, the Post Show Wrapup

…And Origins is a wrap! It was a great show, and we are ecstatic with how well the show went for us.

Between the demos we ran, the connections we made, and the Kickstarter backers we were able to meet when they picked up their loot, this was a dream come true.

Here are some of the images we were able to get from the event.

Day 1, The booth is setup and ready
Day 1. The booth is setup, and ready.
Our second Banner and table Covering Arrived
We added a little more swag to the booth. Say hi to our Neighbor, Henry!
The resident Foolish Rooster
The Foolish Rooster showed up on Day 2.
Lauren the Cluck Master
Lauren, The Cluck Master, defeated all 4 Fools, handily at that.
Ken St. Andre creator of Tunnels and Trolls
The Fools met one of their Heroes, Ken St Andre, Creator of Tunnels and Trolls.
Raymond, with his mother, while demoing the game.
Raymond gives a very special Demo of Oh Cluck!
Columbus Pride Coincides with Origins, we are supporters
Saturday was Pride in Columbus, and we were proud to show our support
Christine Lapp, Pinebox Entertainment, and Inspiration for Chick-A-Corn
Christine Lapp, The inspiration for the Chick-a-Corn, stopped by for a photo!
The Foolish Rooster Ate Chicken
The Foolish Media Rooster momentarily protested the slaughter of other Chickens. Then ate it anyway
Nick Hafer, Link Cosplay, Oh Cluck Booth
Link found our Booth. The Resident Rooster feared for his life. Thanks, Nick!
Ken St. Andre plays Oh Cluck!
Ken St Andre, and his Son stopped by to learn to play Oh Cluck!
Kez, Chad, Allyson Brooks, Meddling Kids RPG
Kez and Chad meet Allyson Brooks creator of the Meddling Kids RPG
Jeff Bookman, The Resident Foolish Rooster
The Foolish Rooster went on an Adventure Sunday!
Jeff Bookman, Posing as Schwartz.
The Foolish Rooster showed that he can be just as Strong as Arnold.
Foolish Rooster in front of North Market
The Foolish Rooster was so excited to see another Rooster!
Jeff Bookman using the interactive Exhibit
Have you seen this Rooster?
Jeff bookman, the Foolish Rooster
The Foolish Rooster as Roadkill
No one wanted to leave Origins.
All Good things come to an end, and alas… So did Origins.

While Origins is over, that’s not the end of the story for Oh Cluck!, or Foolish Media!. On top of all of the demos we ran, we spent a significant portion of our time meeting other businesses, and working on new and exciting partnerships.

Stay tuned, great things are coming!

Do you have a picture of Foolish Media / Oh Cluck! from Origins and want to share it? Send it to us, and we’ll add you, and your photo to our gallery! 

The Fools at Origins!

Origins Map, Find the Fools!
The Fools are ready for the big reveal of Oh Cluck!

The Fools are going to be at Booth 439, and are excited for the world to see Oh Cluck!

If you haven’t heard the news, Kickstarter Backers will be able to pick up their product at Origins, which also means… If you missed the chance to back on Kickstarter, you can buy Oh Cluck!, and the Eggspansion at Origins!

Kickstarter: FUNDED! You did it!

Balut is super happy that he gets to join the world!


Thank you, to all 51 of our backers.
Thank you, to our friends.
Thank you, to everyone we have met along the way.

The Oh Cluck! Kickstarter has completed, and we have funded. Now starts the work of getting things all ready to go, so that we can bring you this game by July 2018.

We don’t know what else to say. Thank you. If you are a backer, your backer survey will be on it’s way to the email address that you have associated with your Kickstarter Account very soon.

Faberge Backers Your survey has information about getting your custom Rooster Done, don’t forget to get that filled out!

Design Diary: The Anatomy of a… “Rooster”?

Now that is a bizarre looking Rooster. Meet the Farmer!

Welcome to another Design Diary! Today’s Design Diary focuses on Roosters, and we’re going to use a very special Rooster as the Preview. Meet the Farmer! The Farmer is one of the “Roosters” from the Eggspansion, and is a very special Addition to the game. His farm’s barnyard is the epicenter for our brawl.

When we design a Rooster, we try REALLY hard to come at each Rooster from a thematic sense. Name, or what the Rooster is, has come first more often than not, and the ability is themed accordingly.

With this Rooster, we looked at trying to think of a Farmer just trying to do his farming chores while his crazy Roosters are staging a brawl! So, what does a chicken farmer do? He collects his eggs.

When thinking about the relative toughness of a Rooster, 3 feathers is the minimum (for non canned Roosters). The farmer, being a little stronger than your average Rooster comes in at a 4. We could have given him more feathers, but then we would have wanted to tone down the ability, to make sure that he wasn’t a giant wall that allowed the wielder of the farmer to just waltz to a win.

We kept his eggs low, to make sure that he wasn’t going to get the “Take A Dive” treatment, and make for a not fun play experience. We didn’t want him to have zero eggs, because then it felt more like an annoyance to have to engage him than anything else.

48 Hours left to back Oh Cluck! on Kickstarter

Maybe it's best if you let the dog sleep, right?

We’ve just crossed over the 48 hour threshold! We are now less than 2 days away from the end of the Campaign, and we’re very thankful for each and every backer.

Today, I bring you another Design Diary installment, focusing on the Party Fowl “Sleeping Dogs Lie” from Oh Cluck, The Eggspansion!

When we set out to design party fowls, we have a couple of “guidelines” we try and stick to.

1.) They enter play, and either attach to, or replace / become your Rooster
2.) They will get scored in someone’s Egg Basket (even when worth no eggs) , meaning that they are only seen once per game.

So when looking for parts of the year to highlight in the Eggspansion, we thought about the Dog Days of Summer.

We went through a couple of iterations of the card, until we settled on this. With 1 Feather, Sleeping Dogs Lie only affords a thin layer of protection for your Rooster (unless you’ve got dodges). Once the Party Fowl takes a damage, the person who damaged it scores it in their victory pile, and the effect ends.

But, while Sleeping Dogs Lie is attached to your Rooster, enemies may think twice about trying to mess with you!

3 days left to back Oh Cluck! on Kickstarter!

Eggbert sporting his Tarot Size, and 2 new cards from Eggspansion

Good News Everyone!
Ray has completed all of the Art for the Eggspansion! We’re really proud of all the artwork that he has put together for this game!

In the Faberge’ and Carton of Awesome versions of Oh Cluck!, we have talked about Tarot Card Sized Roosters. Mr. Eggbert is here to show off this fancy size for the Roosters. The size difference you seen above is really accurate.

This will make the Roosters really stand out on the table, and definitely makes playing the game with bigger groups a more positive experience.

800 Feathers, and Trick or Treat are a couple of the new pieces of Art for the Eggspansion!

Stay tuned as we close in on the end of the campaign! We’re going to finish spoiling the Eggspansion for you, and may throw a few more surprises at you!