My beef with Ebberon is that they pussed out of making it a real steampunk setting. They’ve got trains, but oh they run on magic! They’ve got zepplins, but they run on magic! They’ve got automatons, but they’re really just nerfed golems. Still, I like the setting. All it needs is more robots.
Holy shit, yes. I mean, I have my complaints, but have you looked at the 2nd edition PHB lately? I’m astonished that I could once recall all the modifiers from each stat. It was a kludge carried over three generations of the game. None of the stats were on the same scale, multiclassing was an awkward proposition however you did it, Wizards had to hang on by their fingernails with at most 4 hit points and one spell a day even while the thief went screaming up in levels. Bards were merely crappy rogues/fighters/wizards, unlike the new bards who are crappy rogues/fighters/wizards/clerics. Casting Fireball was a major exercise in extemporaneous topology. This all seemed so normal once.
I find it hillarious that the DCs for Open Lock start at 20. The crappy lock on your sister’s diary is DC 20. This is especially funny given that there is hardly ever a reason to bother putting ranks in the skill. If you’re already sure a chest isn’t trapped, there’s no reason to dick around with lockpicks when a smart blow with a hammer on a chisel will break most locks. Even if you’re worried about excess noise attracting wandering monsters you can do what thieves do in real life – us a copper-headed hammer, which for some reason makes less noise when striking steel. You might need actual lockpicking if you’re engaged in cat burglary while the owners of the house are sleeping, but this will hardly ever come up because the rest of the party will have to sit there bored out of their minds while you and the GM pass notes. Besides, I learned early the thieves’ lot in D&D from Black Dougal. He failed his 15% check and he fucking died, man. 85% chance of fucking death, and if he’d lived the rest of the party would expect a share of the chest money. Put points into Open Lock my ass.