tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18437090235467043112024-03-13T17:45:02.839+08:00Gamer Stuck in China. Send Dice.Northeastern China's finest OSR gaming blogJ Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-3726139019557514112013-02-25T05:32:00.000+08:002013-02-25T05:32:59.310+08:00Ice Seal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Ice Seal</b><br />
No. encountered: Pod (4d4)<br />
Alignment: Neutral<br />
Movement: 30' (Swim 120')<br />
Armor Class: 4 (or 16, whatever)<br />
Hit Dice: 2+2<br />
Attacks: 1 (Freezing strike)<br />
Damage: 2d4 cold damage <br />
Save: Fighter 2<br />
Intelligence: Semi<br />
Morale: 6<br />
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Frost giants release ice seals from their castles' frigid dungeons when they want to terrorize local fishermen. These beasts attack prey with their fins and snouts. Their skin is so brutally cold that their blows inflict frostbite. Anyone hit by an attack must make a saving throw or be <i>slowed</i> for d4+1 rounds. Heavy furs or other cold-resistant clothing grant a +2 bonus to this saving throw. Because ice seals can only digest frozen flesh, they will quickly devour anything they kill.<br />
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Fortunately, these creatures are extremely vulnerable to heat. On a failed saving throw, they take double damage against any mundane or magical fire as their icy flesh melts and boils.<br />
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Despite the obvious risks, many northern fishermen keep buckets of pitch or oil aboard their boats to ward off these creatures. Some frost giants use these seals to freeze bogs or rivers during warm season, allowing their slave warriors to cross them on foot.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-69109986070874143582013-02-23T09:17:00.000+08:002013-02-23T09:20:45.945+08:00Age of Man Class, The BladeI hope to incorporate some more AoM mechanics as I show off this class. Inspired partly by the boxer class from <a href="http://www.lulu.com/shop/john-higgins/engines-empires-campaign-compendium-ebook/ebook/product-12921171.html">Engines and Empires.</a><br />
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<b>The Blade</b></div>
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Romantic figures who<b> </b>live fast and die young. These days, many blades fight the things that have reawakened along civilization's frontier with great panache. Their tactics are bold, and they rely on opportunity and wit more than expertise or training. </div>
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Some so-called professional fighters grumble about these upstart gentry, dashing rogues and wronged nobility. They call the lot of them barely-trained attention seekers whose japes do nothing but endanger themselves and their companions. Blades don't care because even when they don't get the job done, they usually end up seducing their critics' frustrated spouses.</div>
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<i>Hit Points:</i> Body +3<br />
<i>Recovery Dice:</i> Roll 1d6 for every odd level attained. You can recover once per day as a full-round action.<br />
<i>Fighting Ability:</i> +2 to attacks with rapiers, daggers and 2 other weapons.<br />
<i>Starting Bonus:</i> +1 to Deftness, Poise or Reflex<br />
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<i>Fencer:</i> +1 to attacks when fighting a single opponent, but -1 to attacks for each additional opponent engaged in melee<br />
<i>Main Gauche:</i> +1 to defense when wielding a dagger in offhand<br />
<i>Twin Strikes:</i> When wielding both a rapier and dagger, can attempt to strike with both weapons in rapid succession once per battle. Make a Reflex check after a successful or unsuccessful attack roll. On a success, roll another attack at -2 to hit. On a partial success, roll another attack at -4 to hit. Failure indicates that you only succeed in opening yourself up for a riposte, and your opponent gets an immediate attack.<br />
<i>Swashbuckler's Shield:</i> Can attempt to parry an arrow, crossbow bolt or similar projectile once per battle with an impressive flourish. The intended target must be either you or someone adjacent. Make a Deftness check. On a success, the projectile is sundered. On a partial success, the projectile stays intact and flies off in a random direction. On a failure, you're automatically hit by the projectile.<br />
<i>Verbal Sparring:</i> Can deliver a stinging taunt once per battle against an opponent in melee range. Make a Poise check. On a success, the opponent is forced to make a tactical blunder and takes -1 to attack or defense per blade's level (maximum of 5) on the next round. On a partial success, the opponent takes advantage of your imperfectly-timed quip. The opponent gains an immediate attack but still suffers the attack or defense penalty during the following round. On a failure, your insult falls flat. Your ego is bruised and you cannot attempt to verbally spar again until you get a good night's sleep. J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-70924828303115493082013-02-21T02:35:00.000+08:002013-02-21T02:40:25.917+08:00Doing Stuff in Age of Man (Feedback wanted!)Right now my homebrew system, Age of Man, is messy. But I hope to make tasty gumbo out of it someday. Here are the mechanics that exist so far:<br />
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<b>The Primes</b></div>
When making a character, roll or point buy your four prime attribute scores. These determine your character's aptitudes and basic abilities.<br />
<i>Body</i> - How well you can bash skulls, take a knee to the groin, wrestle livestock and carry your spouse across a swamp. Determines hit points and melee prowess.<br />
<i>Agility</i> - How well you can dodge bullets, catch falling children, juggle knives and pull off sick stunts on horseback. Determines defense and ranged weapon prowess.<br />
<i>Mind</i> - How well you can decode encrypted messages, memorize dungeon layouts, apply physics to take out a room full of goblins and beat Gollum in a riddle contest. Determines number of proficiencies/areas of knowledge/languages.<br />
<i>Soul</i> - How well you can keep cool when the walls are closing in, ward off angry spirits, deflect a witch's hex and seduce the chaste elf priestess. Determines will power and spell resistance.<br />
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<b>The Derived</b></div>
Six attributes are derived from combinations the four primes. These are used when determining most resolutions. If you aren't making a straight-up attack, you're probably rolling for one of these. You gain bonuses to these attributes depending on your character's class.<br />
<i>Grit</i> - Enduring unpleasant situations. Can you run with a musket ball in your torso without keeling over in agony? Body + Soul/2.<br />
<i>Insight</i> - Making quick, accurate observations. Is the highwayman holding a dagger to the girl's throat bluffing? Mind + Soul/2<br />
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<i>Poise - </i>How cool you are when things get hot. Can you talk the enraged giant out of going Godzilla on the village? Mind + Body/2<br />
<i>Deftness - </i>Ability to act with swiftness and precision. Can you attach the grappling hook to the balcony before the swarm of spiders overtakes you? Body+Agility/2<br />
<i>Expertise </i>- Completing tasks that require focus and skill. Can you mix an anti-venom before your friend puffs up like a toad? Mind + Agility/2<br />
<i>Reflex </i>- Effectively reacting to danger or opportunity. Can you dodge the pendulum blade that's flying at your face? Agility + Soul/2<br />
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There are two types of resolutions. <b>Attacks</b> use the standard d20 + Fighting Ability + Body or Agility mod. These rolls are strictly hit or miss. <br />
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<b>Other rolls</b> use a system similar to Dungeon World's: 2d6 + derived stats. Rolling 10 or above gives you a clear success. 7-9 is a success with a hitch. For example, you're jumping off of a bridge and landing on a wagon full of hay. The DM tells you to make a reflex roll. On a 10, you land in that hay with the grace of a ninja cat. On an 8, you still land in that hay, but you twist your ankle and you're slower for the rest of the day. On a 6, you'd miss the wagon and land in a heap of road apples or something, taking some hit points along with that twisted ankle.<br />
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I'm kind of stepping out on a limb with these rules because I've never played a game that uses derived attributes, and I haven't tested Dungeon World's resolution system very much. Give me all of your feedback, or I'll cut you good. Stay tuned for character classes tomorrow or the day after!J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-67137920288214081792013-02-19T07:54:00.000+08:002013-02-19T07:54:01.903+08:00The Age of Man, my OSR/Dungeon World HackI began working on a Dungeon World/OSR hack back in December. Remember that? I thought I was whittling a wild west game out of a block of rules. Somehow it ended up looking like a game set in the age of enlightenment with a creeping Gothic apocalypse. I think I like it better this way. I plan to keep most of the rules old-school, but blend in Dungeon World's partial success system for certain resolutions, add a dash of 4E and serve it with something home-brewed. Here's some fluff.<br />
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<b>Age of Man</b></div>
Centuries ago, elves retreated to their forests. The giants and dragons went to sleep. Then the orcs and goblins slunk off into the wilderness. The dwarves sealed the doors to their mountain halls. The dead no longer walked. The halflings and gnomes simply vanished.<br />
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But as the countryside empties, it grows stranger. Those who linger find themselves contending with things that are not supposed to be. Giants hurl boulders from hilltops. Corpses shamble through forests. Yellow-eyed things snatch children at sunset. Shepherds keep one eye on their flocks and one eye watching for dragons. On certain nights, chanting and unearthly lights fill the castle ruins. Tentacled beasts drag fishing boats beneath the waves. Men become wolves, slaughter their kin, then become men again.<br />
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The monarchs, newspapers and academies deny it, but the old ways are back.<br />
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Aaand my eyes hurt. Will post the work-in-progress classes tomorrow!J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-65679660776001306062013-02-15T07:09:00.000+08:002013-02-18T00:48:10.753+08:00Jacks - Pumpkin Kid RaceInspired by <a href="http://roll1d12.blogspot.com/2013/02/there-are-no-hobbits-in-this-world.html">Dungeon Dozen</a>!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Require<span style="font-size: small;">ments: C<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">HA</span> 9</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Abiliti<span style="font-size: small;">es<span style="font-size: small;">: DEX +1<span style="font-size: small;">. STR -1</span></span></span> </span></span></span></span><b> </b> <br />
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Though Jacks have jack-o-lanterns for heads, they will beat on you with bony fists if you call them pumpkin kids.These boisterous creatures have twiggy limbs and rarely stand taller than four and half feet. They are "born" when orphan children die too soon. It is said that their heads become pumpkins, and the bodies become animated by some fey spirit. Sadly, their numbers only grow as people flock to the cities.<br />
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Each Jack (females are inevitably called Jills) begins his or her life with a rudimentary face that is a grin or frown depending on the nature of the inhabiting spirit. As their lives progress, they gain special marks on their heads that signify rank in a gang or group, as well as indicate history and personality. They do not mature physically from the point at which they are born. Jacks do not play well with others. All are irreverent, and they are especially venomous towards organizations that harm children, or neglect their suffering. The chips on their shoulders lead them to quick, exciting lives.<br />
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Jacks can remove their heads and still control their bodies as long as they remain in sight of the head. A body killed while detached from its head has a 50% chance of being salvageable. Jacks without bodies must rely on others to carry them. Headless bodies move awkwardly. They move at half speed, suffer a -2 penalty on attack rolls, and -4 to all skill rolls.<br />
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When desperate, Jacks can fling their own heads up to 30'. If used as a weapon, their heads deal d6 damage and d4+1 fire damage. However, the Jack also takes this damage, and must retrieve the head. <br />
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Jacks are dirty fighters. When making a melee attack while adjacent to an ally, they get +2 to attack and +2 to damage.<br />
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The eerie light emanating from a Jack's head functions as a torch. Jacks wanting to be stealthy can dim the light until it's no brighter than a matchstick's flame.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-49526612706672117412012-12-22T16:06:00.001+08:002012-12-22T16:07:36.209+08:00I Live! Plus my Dungeon World HackHello! It's been way too long since I've posted. Do any of you even remember me, or am I just talking to a wall right now?<br />
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Anyway, I'm not living in China anymore. Public spitting, food poisoning and no cheese anywhere aside, it was a great year. I miss it already.<br />
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To ease my sorrow, I've spent my free time sipping <i>baijiu</i> and designing a game that borrows rules from <a href="http://www.dungeon-world.com/">Dungeon World</a>. I plan to keep all of Dungeon World's fast-paced, straightforward, cinematic qualities and adapting the game play to fit a weird west setting. I'd like to play a game where the sheriff rounds up a posse to liberate the spider ranch from night goblins. Some anachronistic steampunk stuff might show up here and there, but nobody's going to be flying around in a gyrocopter with a steam-powered top hat or some crap. I'm in the process of banging out a few classes, each with a unique mechanic. I'll post the playsets when I start feeling good about them. Here's what I have so far:<br />
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<i>Citizen</i><br />
Shopkeepers, barbers, prostitutes, farmers, etc. who find themselves caught up in adventuring. They lack the obvious abilities of other classes, but make up for it by having uncanny luck. They're much better at making good impressions, finding connections and holding onto money than their rougher companions. <br />
Mechanic: Luck. Can spend class points to force GM to re-roll.<br />
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<i>Fighter</i><br />
Brawlers, Kung Fu disciples, tribal warriors, etc. Guys who can bring a knife to a gunfight and win. They can hold their own with firearms, but they prefer taking out their opponents with hand-to-hand weapons, swinging and grappling.<br />
Mechanic: Momentum. Pushing the advantage or losing ground in a fight gives bonuses or penalties to rolls.<br />
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<i>Gunslinger</i><br />
Someone who can shoot the hat off your head or turn a brace of revolvers into a Gatling gun. Not all of them squint and smoke cigars.<br />
Mechanic: Grit. Gunslinger accumulates class points based on his deeds that can be spent to improve rolls.<br />
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<i>No-Account </i><br />
Scumbags, grifters, rustlers, hatchet men, etc. Too many of these people on the frontier. The smarter ones escape the noose by making themselves useful.<br />
Mechanic: Knacks. Can do sneaky thief stuff, including dirty fighting moves.<br />
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<i>Occultist</i><br />
Slightly unhinged individuals who devote themselves to the mysteries of the occult. They are the only class capable of casting magic.<br />
Mechanic: Circles of magic. Learn spells by advancing in different magic circles.<br />
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<i>Ranger</i><br />
People who choose a hard life in the wilderness. They are highly sought after, because the frontier would be rough place <i>without</i> the man-eating centipedes. Their hunting and trapping lifestyle makes them formidable with long guns.<br />
Mechanic: Wilderness lore. Can spend class points to automatically succeed at certain wilderness skills, such as hunting, tracking, finding the right herb to reverse a friend's transformation into a werebat.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-40270822204218449052012-05-22T00:55:00.000+08:002012-05-22T00:56:44.253+08:00Why the Shrouded Lands Hexcrawl Needs You<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've starting contributing to the Shrouded Lands, a pretty awesome <a href="http://you%E2%80%99ve%20heard%20of%20the%20incredible%20firebirds%2C%20but%20this%20is%20the%20first%20one%20you%E2%80%99ve%20ever%20seen.%20it%20shimmers%20like%20the%20hearth%20in%20your%20home%2C%20like%20the%20hair%20of%20a%20beautiful%20woman%2C%20like%20the%20sun%20itself%2C%20and%20the%20sky%20and%20the%20water%20and%20the%20distant%20mountains%20seem%20to%20brighten%20in%20its%20presence.%20%20a%20flying%20viper%20latches%20on%20to%20its%20head%20and%20tries%20to%20swallow%20it%20whole.%20the%20two%20plummet%20to%20the%20ground%2C%20where%20an%20ibis%20pecks%20at%20them.%20%20there%20is%20a%20weird%20and%20sometimes%20funny%20melancholy%20to%20the%20shrouded%20lands%20that%20lie%20near%20the%20edge%20of%20the%20world.%20the%20gods%20%E2%80%93%20for%20all%20the%20praise%20of%20priests%20%E2%80%93%20are%20strange%20and%20inhuman.%20the%20animals%20%E2%80%93%20such%20as%20the%20mongrel%20dogs%20that%20birthed%20in%20whole%20packs%20like%20ants%20%E2%80%93%20are%20twisted%20reflections%20of%20what%20you%20might%20expect%20to%20find.%20the%20people%20%E2%80%93%20and%20note%2C%20i%20do%20not%20say%20%E2%80%98the%20humans%E2%80%99%20%E2%80%A6%20well%2C%20one%20quivers%20in%20a%20lonely%20hut%2C%20one%20sits%20motionless%20prophesying%20for%20her%20chimerical%20goddess%20and%20one%20fuses%20the%20heads%20of%20those%20he%20kills%20to%20his%20body%2C%20making%20a%20screaming%2C%20arguing%2C%20genius%20mess./">collective hexcrawl</a> setting on ENWorld. What are the Shrouded Lands like?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"You’ve heard of the incredible firebirds, but this is the first one you’ve ever seen. It shimmers like the hearth in your home, like the hair of a beautiful woman, like the sun itself, and the sky and the water and the distant mountains seem to brighten in its presence.<br /><br />A flying viper latches on to its head and tries to swallow it whole. The two plummet to the ground, where an ibis pecks at them.<br /><br />There is a weird and sometimes funny melancholy to the Shrouded Lands that lie near the edge of the world. The gods – for all the praise of priests – are strange and inhuman. The animals – such as the mongrel dogs that birthed in whole packs like ants – are twisted reflections of what you might expect to find. The people – and note, I do not say ‘the humans’ … well, one quivers in a lonely hut, one sits motionless prophesying for her chimerical goddess and one fuses the heads of those he kills to his body, making a screaming, arguing, genius mess."</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's the kind of world where an encounter with an ettin family is rife with Arthurian intrigue. The superstitious, rapidly-sinking City of Shuttered Windows has subjugated the bureaucratic hellhole that is Blind Midshotgatepool. In the Land of the Night Cattle, people raise herds of albino cattle destined for sacrifice. Elves are so hardcore about shooting trespassers that humans created a highway beneath their forest. One realm is ruled by royal butchers who became immortal by drinking Tarrasque blood. Storm giant pirates pillage a coastline with ships made of clouds. Gnolls are a recommended PC race. There's a Black Ziggurat that makes no sense.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The only problem? Including me, the setting has only four regular contributors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/general-rpg-discussion/318447-let-s-make-hexcrawl-setting.html">Add your own hex</a>. It might look intimidating, but I started by just picking up on one hook and running with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Map with regions (Updated May 13)</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hex descriptions</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pretty, but dated: <a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B6z-iUIH4P8acHU5ZE83Yi1aaE0/edit">https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B6z-iUIH4P8acHU5ZE83Yi1aaE0/edit</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">More info: <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cAphYa31MNnSsbrca3sK_ER-k69hJFU6__1-JUhPisY/edit">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cAphYa31MNnSsbrca3sK_ER-k69hJFU6__1-JUhPisY/edit</a></span>J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-18468573018656789502012-05-01T18:23:00.001+08:002012-05-01T20:48:45.048+08:00Ogresses<i>First update in a long time. If you haven't noticed, congrats on having a life! I am trying to relocate to Hanoi while shouldering more work responsibilities, so won't be able to update as much as I want.</i><br />
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<b>Ogress</b><br />
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Lumbering, drooling, club-dragging ogres are staple threats in most parts of the world. Their female counterparts are seen less but are equally dangerous. Ogresses are cleverer and, at first glance less ruthless and impulsive, than their menfolk. Their shoes and dresses are made of cured hides stitched together with some care and precision. Their hair and skin are usually less than filthy. They tuck bone knives the size of scimitars into their belts.<br />
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Ogresses disdain their male counterparts but have overwhelming maternal instincts. This drives many to kidnapping members of smaller races and forcing them into roles of husbands or children. Their lairs, unnervingly cozy and crowded with bizarre knickknacks, have a 75% change of having d4+1 captive "family" members. Ogresses are cruel governesses and not opposed to cannibalism when food is scarce.<br />
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Ogresses fight with the same stats as ogres, but they prefer deception and trickery to brute force. They will always attempt to get the drop on their foes. If successful, they will try to drop a heavy sack over the most vulnerable-looking member of a group (attack at -2 to hit) and haul them off while beating them into submission. A trapped character can escape with a strength check or by spending d4 rounds cutting through the fabric.<br />
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Ogresses have the ability to perfectly imitate any voice they have previously heard. Dogs and horses don't fall for it, though, and react to the trickery with hostility or fear. This is why every child living on the edge of the forest has his or her own dog that never leaves their side.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-2905344713994532762012-04-10T00:18:00.000+08:002012-04-10T10:58:18.878+08:00The BelomeIf you're unfamiliar with this monster, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Mario_RPG:_Legend_of_the_Seven_Stars">it's from a pretty awesome game</a>.<br />
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<b>The Belome</b><br />
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Alignment: Chaotic<br />
Movement: 90'<br />
Armor Class: 5 (or 15, whatever)<br />
Hit Dice: 7<br />
Attacks: 3 (2 claws, tongue)<br />
Damage: d6/d6, d8<br />
Save: Fighter 5<br />
Intelligence: Low<br />
Morale: 9<br />
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The Belome is a legendary glutton. In between fits of gorging, its tongue dangles obscenely from its jaw. It is capable of speech, but is almost incomprehensible due to its over-sized tongue, and says little outside of gluttonous ranting. It is believed that it can taste things from a distance, to a limited degree, with its extra set of eyes. Despite its insatiable appetite, years of constant eating have made the Belome a bit jaded. It constantly seeks new tastes, and throws itself at any novel cuisine, animal or vegetable.<br />
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If the Belome hits a (man-sized or smaller) creature with both its claws and its tongue, the unfortunate victim must save against death or be swallowed whole. The Belome's gullet is supernaturally large and tough. It can accommodate 4 medium-sized creatures or 6 small creatures. The creature's digestion is weak, causing 1 acid damage per round. Hacking through the beast's digestive system is a daunting task (AC 2, 40 hp), but those who succeed are violently ejected from the Belome's mouth. The creature has also been known to spit out its meals when it encounters a particularly interesting food and wants to make room.<br />
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As long as at least one living creature is imprisoned in its gullet, the Belome gains regeneration 2. The Belome loses a hit dice for every day it is deprived of food (not as easy as it sounds, because it will eat just about anything).<br />
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Once per day, the Belome can acutely focus its extra set of eyes to "feed" on a living thing. The target must save vs. gaze attacks or lose 1 Constitution per round until the Belome is diverted by something else.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-62441593692775496432012-04-05T17:31:00.002+08:002012-04-05T19:37:16.519+08:00Down to Party - Rules to Reward Guest Players<div>
I'm not a DM who forces players to speak in character or come up with backgrounds. But my regular players did all that crap anyway. In the states I played D&D campaigns with a small group of close friends, along with guest players who popped in and out of adventures. Everyone in the core group had known each other for at least several years, so nobody was self-conscious about getting in character. </div>
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My players ran a variety of characters, but stuck to their roleplaying guns. One, who usually ran a dwarf, was in character so often he usually became the <i>de facto </i>party spokesman whether or not he screwed everyone over. One always ended up with a "heavy" - a supporting character who spoke in threats and grunts - even if he played a wizard or a bard. Another played philosopher. His characters acted as either the moral compass or the devil's advocate when it came to decision-making. Then there was my favorite player: the one who ran a long list of impulsive characters totally cool with going out in a blaze of glory.</div>
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The character-heavy party could be intimidating to guest players. Some were girlfriends, relatives or work buddies who had gone their whole lives without seeing a d20, suddenly finding themselves at a table with adults pretending to be dwarves and wizards. I came up with a quick rewards outline to help these newcomers fit into a close-knit, role play-heavy game. It's simple and it's worked pretty well.</div>
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Encourage them to choose a goal achievable in one or two sessions. (Gold, sex, gratuitous violence, solution to a puzzle, a piece of information, revenge against something in the dungeon, etc.) When they achieve this, give them a +10% bonus to their total XP or a minor boon/treasure.</div>
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Something random and offbeat. Not too specific, not too vague. If they can use this catchphrase appropriately in play, give a bonus to their next dice roll.</div>J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-40370070610978372132012-03-31T23:51:00.000+08:002012-03-31T23:56:20.376+08:00Tolno - The sea is wide and the priests are far away<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>Big ups to C at <a href="http://hackslashmaster.blogspot.com/2012/03/on-village-calm.html">Hack n' Slash</a> for helping me organize the right stuff.</i></div>
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Tolno is a relatively large town on the southern tip of Choula Island. Its inhabitants rarely find themselves caught in schemes of emperors or decrees of high priests, so over the centuries they have had plenty of time to get caught in schemes against each other. The House Tir and the House Mordine are currently the town's most powerful merchant families. It's hard to find a part of town where they haven't stuck their fingers.</div>
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Adventurers exploring the Damned City or plundering the Holy Mountain can spend their entire careers in this town. But anyone who makes a name for themselves is drawn into some family's intrigue, knowingly or unknowingly. They must also bear the scorn of common folk, who have tolerated their behavior for generations in order to profit from the all gold they carry back from adventures.<br />
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Tolno's citizens are almost entirely human, although a handful of gold-hungry dwarf clans have trickled in over the years. Members of other races rarely stay because most find the town's merchant culture distasteful and absurd. An exception is the elf philosopher Noom, who has spent a century composing a condescending treatise on the nature of humans. He may know more about the town than anyone alive, and offers information and the occasional magic lore in exchange for odd favors.<br />
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The Fishwife's Lament is a common haunt for rough types. The hot braised fish is the best and cheapest in town, and there's always a good strip show on the weekends. The owner, a failed wizard named Pulcher the Vulture, is a member of an alchemy smuggling ring. His den lies beneath the tavern. It includes a few bizarrely altered creatures as well as typical traps and thugs. In his downtime, Pulcher tinkers with possible methods of communication with cuttlefish, creatures he believes to be highly intelligent.<br />
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Anyone staying long becomes familiar with the two big families. Clamath Tir heads the House Tir. He is missing his right arm at the shoulder because of a whale attack. He has a good sense of humor about it and doesn't bear a grudge against the whale at all. He is Tolno's most respected gourmand. His wife Marisole is astonishingly arrogant, and has, with a few careless words, undone her husband's best efforts more than once. They occupy the town's largest mansion and display the fabled armor of Prince Traan the Sharkbane in their parlor. Clamath regales guests with tales of how his great-great grandfather retrieved it from a sea dragon's horde. Noom will tell you his venerable ancestor liberated from the back of a dead comrade during a expedition into the Damned City.<br />
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Anselma Mordine inherited the House Mordine from her late husband. Their blood is ancient, and is weathering bad fortunes now as well as it has in the past. Anselma is pragmatic and unforgiving in her personal and professional lives. It is rumored that she has a torture chamber in her cellar, which is false - it's beneath the garden. Neither of her twin children are business material. Her son, Emil, is an inoffensive lump who would rather be a cheesemaker. Her daughter, Esmeralda, is the baddest kid in town. Her expertise at dueling with tongue and rapier are beyond her seventeen years. She raises hell in Tolno's streets after dark, always accompanied by a posse of 3d4 hoodlums. It's rumored that Anselma's aging brother-in-laws are plotting to assassinate her and inherit the House by force.<br />
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Lizardfolk are not allowed behind the city walls. Still, the mutated traders from a degenerate jungle tribe meet with peddlers outside the gates every month. They dole out their relics for steel tools, weapons, liquor and opium. Adventurers hoping to reach the Damned City or Holy Mountain are advised to parley with these traders before striking out into the jungle. Local lizardfolk have no qualms about hunting and eating smooth-skinned, no-account interlopers.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-26105883159738837302012-03-26T22:53:00.000+08:002012-03-27T03:32:25.474+08:00New Spell: Serpent Limb<b>Serpent Limb</b><br />
Level: 2 Magic-User<br />
Duration: Caster level +d4 rounds<br />
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This spell, common among lizardfolk sorcerers, transforms a random limb into a hissing python. If an arm is altered, the caster cannot hold anything with the transformed hand. If a leg is affected, the caster's speed is cut in half. The serpent limb strikes with a venomous bite as a fighter of the same caster level of the magic-user. The bite deals d4+1 damage and inflicts poison. The severity of the poison depends on the magic user's level.<br />
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<i>Level 3:</i> Onset 2d4 rounds. 10 damage. Save damage 0.<br />
<i>Level 5:</i> Onset d6 rounds. 15 damage. Save damage 0.<br />
<i>Level 8:</i> Onset d6 rounds. 15 damage. Save damage 5.<br />
<i>Level 11+:</i> Onset immediate. 20 damage. Save damage 10.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-1560996907286594422012-03-21T13:53:00.000+08:002012-03-22T23:21:25.329+08:00First G+ SessionI finally got to enjoy my first FLAILSNAILS game. Ian from <a href="http://www.ianwheat.net/">3d6 in a row</a> ran us through the Houses of Stone, a vast dungeon in an alt-universe medieval Zimbabwe filled with keypads, elevators, ape men and huge anthills. I played a Moorish cleric, Kareem ibn Jamul. One cool thing about playing a Muslim cleric is that you don't need a holy symbol.<br />
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Some highlights:<br />
-Learned about construction in sub-Saharan Africa. Zimbabwe's masons were not stone carvers. They instead heated blocks of granite until they fractured, and fitted the split stones together without mortar.<br />
-The mighty pugilist Rubro defeated a patrol of ape men with only his fists and feet. He lost a toe when an ape man somehow cleaved a bolt midair and the point bounced back to hit his foot. Other than that, he emerged unscathed.<br />
-Senor Silver turned a battle against giant ants into a rodeo. He somehow made a makeshift bridle from his tabbard and mounted an ant mid-battle. He actually managed to ride it around the room until he tried to stop it. The ant flung him off and ducked back into the hole. He tried to strike a dashing pose as he landed, and fell face-first in the mud.<br />
-Kareem, in a heroic effort to free Rubro from a carnivorous vine using a torch, got really thick smoke in his eyes and had to sit out the battle.<br />
-Discovered a copper pot containing two magical stones after the ant rodeo shenanigans. One rock gave its holder a feeling of euphoria, and the other gave its holder a desire to explore the depths of the Earth. Rubro claimed the stones for himself and challenged any objectors to a duel. Senor Silver, his devoted wife Mrs. Silver, and Tobias the local magician took him up on his offer. The duel began. Kareem, out of humility or cowardice, slipped away with a gold-filled sack and a potion that "made men like spiders".<br />
-Kareem got away before the duel somehow escalated into a gunpowder explosion that killed everyone.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-80707485784966388662012-03-19T23:10:00.004+08:002012-03-20T13:10:12.907+08:00Lizardfolk of Ecshal<div style="text-align: left;">
Humans, dwarves and elves are the most prolific races across the Isles. But they are far from being the island's original inhabitants.</div>
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<i>Abilities</i>: +2 Constitution, -2 to random ability (see below)</div>
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Lizardfolk are the degenerate descendants of the Children of the Sun. The Children of the Sun held an empire that spanned the Ecshal Isles centuries before the arrival of the mammalian races. From what scraps of knowledge survive, they were believed to be the world's most advanced alchemists and machinists. They could harness the power of volcanoes to light their homes, run their forges and destroy their enemies. They altered animals and plants to suit their whims, and their sorcerer-kings led fanatical brainwashed drone armies against one another. All of this, of course, led to their collapse. By the time the first humans arrived, most lizardfolk existed either as slaves or as outlaws sulking in the island's endless caves and jungles. Today the temples and palaces are overgrown, crumbling and filled with their ancestors mummies. Those brave enough to delve into the crypts can hear them whisper of ages past.</div>
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Lizardfolk revere their dead even more than other races because they have they all have the ability to speak with their deceased as long as the bodies are properly mummified. Since everyone has a direct line to the afterlife, they think little of clerics or religion.</div>
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Lizardfolk are genetically unstable after generations of exposure to alchemy. They have a -2 penalty to a random ability, determined by rolling a d6. They also roll d4-1 times on this random mutation table (2d20):</div>
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2) Reeking glands. Impossible to hide from or surprise anything with a sense of smell.</div>
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3) Stunted. +1 to attacks against large opponents, but -1 to melee damage.</div>
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4) Huge. +2 to damage, but -1 penalty to AC.</div>
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5) Albino. -1 penalty to all rolls made in daylight.</div>
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6) Hunchbacked. Speed reduced by 1/4.</div>
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7) Extra limb. 50% chance it's functional.</div>
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8) Tail. Can't be tripped, knocked prone or fall easily. Re-roll any failed rolls relating to these things once.</div>
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9) Bottomless stomach. Must consume 4x necessary food and water daily or begin to starve.</div>
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10) Pain insensitivity. Player does not know current hit points.</div>
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11) Pain sensitivity. Takes +2 damage from all attacks.</div>
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12) Double-headed. Makes two sensory checks when searching or avoiding surprise.</div>
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13) Tentacles and squid-like beak instead of a proper mouth. On two successful attacks with tentacles, can grapple and bite for d6 damage.</div>
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14) Multiple personalities. Every d6+1 days, 10% chance of alignment change.</div>
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15) Blood hardens quickly into wicked scabs. +2 bonus to armor class when reduced to 1/2 hp.</div>
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16) Blind (50%) or deaf (50%).</div>
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17) Quadruped. Double carrying weight, increase speed by 1/4, but -1 penalty to AC.</div>
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18) Fast metabolism. Healing rate doubled, as is necessary food consumption.</div>
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19) Feathers instead of scales.</div>
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20) Crocodilian skin. +2 bonus to armor class</div>
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21) Psychic. Gain random 1st level spell that can be used once per day.</div>
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22) Spiny. Unarmed attacks deal d4 damage, and anything trying to grapple or swallow you takes d4 damage.</div>
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23) Extra eye. Determine its ability by rolling d6. (1 = infravision; 2 = blind, no ability; 3 = can see spirits; 4 = visual hallucinations; 5 = can cast <i>fear</i> 1/day; 6 = keen, roll perception checks twice)</div>
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24) Hears voices. Fails all perception rolls, 1/4 chance of fatigue after a night's sleep.</div>
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25) Brittle skeleton. Double damage from all crushing damage, including falls.</div>
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26) Venomous. Gains a bite attack that does d4 damage and inflicts a random poison.</div>
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27) Echolocation. Can sense locations in darkness as long as hearing is possible.</div>
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28) Claws. Gain 2 attacks that deal d4 damage, but take -2 penalty to all weapon attacks.</div>
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29) Gills. Can breathe underwater.</div>
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30) Chameleon scales. When still, 5/6 chance of hiding in wilderness.</div>
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31) Weak-willed. Automatically fails saves against mind control or manipulation.</div>
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32) Long legs. Movement increased by 1/4.</div>
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33) Photosynthetic. Gains energy by soaking in the sun instead of eating. Movement decreased by 1/2.</div>
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34) Thin-skinned. -1 penalty to armor class.</div>
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35) Projectile tongue. Range 10', d4 damage, grappling.</div>
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36) Corpulent. +2 to hit points per level.</div>
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37) Gaunt. -2 to hit points per level, minimum 1.</div>
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38) Elaborate head crest marks you as a descendant of sorcerer-kings. +2 bonus to reaction rolls among lizardfolk.</div>
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39) Bloodlust. As long as there's someone left to fight, remain conscious until hit points reach a negative number equal to current level.</div>
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40) Schizophrenic. -4 to all mental abilities, and you live in your own bizarre world.</div>J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-59108865279533510122012-03-17T06:58:00.004+08:002012-03-17T07:05:01.157+08:00M.A.R. Barker Has Passed<span style="font-family: inherit;">You probably know that Professor <span style="background-color: white; color: #040404; line-height: 22px;">Muhammad Abd-al-Rahman (M.A.R.) Barker, the creator of the world of Tekumel, passed on.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">I didn't grow up familiar with Tekumel. I've barely scratched the surface of his works, but they have already challenged me to step outside my creative boundaries and to appreciate the fantastic. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">Barker should not just be remembered as a fantasy visionary, but as a lover of the world. His world-class credentials come from immersing himself in the cultures of rural India, Pakistan and the Klamath Indians to study their languages. And if he could, he would certainly give the same attention to the lost Meso-American cultures that inspired Tekumel. His enthusiasm and respect for all the world's people comes through in the exhaustive details he gives his creation. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">He inspires me to find greater appreciation for the people in China, and to find joy and purpose in creativity.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">Please visit the <a href="http://www.tekumelfoundation.org/">Tekumel Foundation</a>.</span>J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-88185461867948545272012-03-15T16:15:00.000+08:002012-03-16T22:21:26.424+08:00DIY Democracy: The FighterBefore coming to China, I played a modified Labyrinth Lord campaign with a few good friends. All of them started playing D&D in 3rd Edition and some had gone on to play 4th. Even though they loved the deadly, fast-paced, open-ended old school play, they missed a lot of the options and advancements from later editions.<br />
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We turned the campaign into kind of a collaborative project where we constantly modified the rules for classes and mechanics until we created a whole new monster. Yeah, yeah, I'm too democratic for my own good...<br />
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Here's what our fighter class looks like after a few months of democracy in action:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From <a href="http://alligatorking.blogspot.com/">Underworld Ink</a>. All their stuff looks this bad ass.</td></tr>
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<b>Fighter</b><br />
Requirements: None<br />
Hit dice: d10<br />
-All the races<br />
-All the weapons<br />
-All the armor<br />
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<i>Cleave</i><br />
A fighter who strikes down an enemy in melee can transfer excess damage dealt to another enemy in melee range. So if Tandoro swings his sword and deals 6 damage to an orc with only 4 hit points, he also deals 2 damage to the orc's buddy.<br />
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<i>Weapon expertise</i><br />
Fighters get the most out of their weapons. Depending on what kind of weapon they wield, they receive bonuses. These bonuses only work against monsters of equal or less hit dice than the fighter.<br />
<i>Axes: </i>+1d6 base damage added to a critical hit<br />
<i>Bludgeons: </i>On a maximum damage roll, the target is stunned an cannot act for a single round. If the target is helmeted or otherwise thick-headed, the target gets -2 penalty to attacks and AC for a single round.<br />
<i>Polearms: </i>Fighter automatically wins initiative against enemies that do not have polearms, ranged weapons or reach.<br />
<i>Swords: </i>Inflict<i> </i>critical hits on a natural 19 or 20. But a roll of 19 is not an auto-hit like a roll of 20.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-23728222073196860862012-03-14T18:16:00.003+08:002012-03-15T16:36:57.701+08:00Tripping on Angler FishOlhydra, princess of drowning waters, thinks little of the Ecshal islanders even as they whisper her name in awe and terror. As long as the appropriate sacrifices appear during the appropriate tides and captains ward their ships from her many eyes, she has few reasons to concern herself with anything above the waves.<br />
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Of course, this isn't what her priests tell their flocks. Islanders can expect seasonal or annual "sacred decrees" from their temples on top of the customary sacrifices. Most of the time, these decrees are not simple power or greed trips. Many are inspired by divinations. Priests of Olhydra commune with their goddess by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1843709023546704311#editor/target=post;postID=8446876685890100318">ritualistically dining</a> on her angler fish spawn. In the days following the rituals, priests stumble around a beach while experiencing psychedelic fugues and visions. The weirdness is possibly a result of being tapping into the goddess's alien desires. If the priests reach a consensus on what an experience means, they form and issue a sacred decree. Most are taken quite seriously.<br />
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A few half-baked angler fish trip interpretations with adventure hook potential:<br />
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<b>1)</b> Olhydra fears her rival, the invisible prince of thunder and lightning. She desires a listening post on Mount Zolom, the Ecshal Isles' highest peak. Adventurers needed to evict a tribe of bat men and maybe a roc or two.<br />
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<b>2) </b>Every man, woman and child in the village of Elgi must take a weekly hike to the top of nearby Spine Hill until the find the boulder that will be the capstone for a new sunken temple. Adventurers must make sure the local jackal men don't kill them all.<br />
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<b>3) </b>An idol to an usurper god is to blame for the city of Isbar's birth defect epidemic. According to a vision, it lies in a crystal-walled labyrinth beneath the Defiant Palace itself! Nobody has heard of a single crystal wall in Defiant Palace, let alone a labyrinth.<br />
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<b>4) </b>Once again,<b> </b>the rules for sacred trials by combat have changed. They now require the participation of terrestrial jellyfish, considered to be the world's least duplicitous creatures. They are believed to be extinct on all but one of the isles.<br />
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<b>5)</b> The mummies left by the isle's previous inhabitants, ignorant of the new goddess, are sending blasphemous dreams to the Olhydra-fearing islanders. A young priest wishes to proselytize to them and convince them to change their ways. The only remaining mummies are tucked away in remote, demon-infested crypts.<br />
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<b>6)</b> In the last troll war, a huge black pearl known as the Princess's Gift was lost during the sacking of the Most Sunken Temple. According to a new revelation, the pearl is actually the immortal form of Cerpin Taxt, a brilliant prophet who ate so much angler fish that he walked straight into the ocean and never returned. He must be rescued!J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-44492487754258863392012-03-13T11:55:00.000+08:002012-03-15T16:37:52.249+08:00MerrowMermaids are infamous for drawing men into the water and keeping them as mates. Their less-romanticized brothers, the merrow, are similar in that they drag women into their lairs. But merrow are as monstrous as mermaids are beautiful. Their tactics rely on brutality, not charm.<br />
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<b>Merrow</b><br />
HD 5 + 5<br />
AC 5 (or 15 if you drive on that side of the street)<br />
4 attacks (2 claws d6, bite d6, tail d4)<br />
Movement 120' in water, 60' on land<br />
Save F5<br />
Below average intelligence (20% chance of understanding/speaking common)<br />
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Merrow lurk in places mermaids shun - swamps, stagnant pools, slow murky rivers. They are solitary, although during "mating" season they form small bands and raid settlements.<br />
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Merrow have the ability to stun with a gaze attack once per day. Targets who fail a save are paralyzed in fear for 2d4 rounds. In groups of at least four, they can chant a hideous dirge that acts as a <i>doom</i> spell to anyone unfortunate enough to hear it.<br />
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A fresh dose of merrow saliva grants the ability to breathe underwater for an hour. Unless preserved by alchemy, the saliva is only good for up to one hour after a merrow's death.<br />
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Women kidnapped by merrow gradually transform into large catfish. Merrow lose interest in their mates and set them free when they lose their human features, which usually happens after about a year. This is why pious fishermen release any catfish that get caught in their nets.<br />
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1) Merrow have wormed their way into the local <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cenote">cenote</a>, and are stinking up the water and snatching girls. Adventurers needed to locate the unconsecrated tunnel they are using and escort priest to consecrate site.<br />
2) Clever daughter of a local lord escapes merrow captivity halfway through her transformation into a catfish. Her father offers a fat bag of gold to anyone who can cure her condition, especially if it's found before she lays eggs...<br />
3) An unusually intelligent merrow has claimed a stretch of river. He is peaceful, and attempts to trade with travelers. He offers pearls for very specific items.<br />
4) Alchemist seeks live merrow for its saliva.<br />
5) Merrow flukes have been flashing in the harbor water by moonlight. No women have gone missing, but many suspect they have something to do with the sudden disappearance of a city councilman.<br />
6) An old dwarf, deep in the cups, tells a nostalgic yarn about how in his youth he dived for pearls the size of a baby's fist. The place he describes is now a merrow-haunted backwater.J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-27951171385419588072012-03-13T00:18:00.000+08:002012-03-13T00:19:16.394+08:00Dark Crystal Concept Art<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I watched the Dark Crystal for the first time in forever and I still love it. The ambient forest scene that depicts a fantasy ecosystem via animatronics impresses me more than any set piece from the LoTR movies.</div>
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I didn't appreciate how finely crafted and hilarious the Skeksies were when I was a kid. Even the minor ones reveal lots of character through movements, dress, bits of speech and mannerisms. Their feast scene is great. One nibbles daintily with a silver fork while another slurps straight from a soup pot. And they are all so decadent and petty that I can't help but laugh at them. They're a handful of ancients clinging to obsolete titles and rituals as they jockey for dominance over a wasteland and some hapless tree-dwellers, for crying out loud.</div>
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A teacher who left last week took this picture of me on a bench made of frozen industrial waste/maybe some water.<br />
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I might be making too much of this, but whatever. Back home, rivers never froze this much. This ice is thick. On foot, you're probably better off walking across the river itself than trying a bridge because the drivers never give a shit about almost killing everyone else on the road. To give you an idea of how safe I felt in this picture, Changchun's river ice is dotted with honest-to-God remnants of fire pits. None of them even seem to dent the stuff.<br />
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I like to imagine the fires were made by teenagers sneaking out to smoke their dads' cigarettes, drink stolen beer and brag about how they totally licked a girl's belly button. But from what I understand, Chinese boys can buy cigarettes and beer anywhere, and they're possibly asexual until they leave high school.<br />
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In a good Dungeons & Dragons setting, ice this thick might be the result of a frost hag's curse, inflicted over an insult forgotten by all but the most venerable mortals. There plenty of reasons why a frozen river would suck. It might be a community's only source of water, link to the world beyond, etc. And ice is a perfect bridge for invaders.<br />
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<a href="http://senddice.blogspot.com/2012/03/chinas-big-weird-bathrooms-anglerfish.html">In the setting I'm half-baking</a>, the Isles of Ecshal lie in a subtropical climate. Most of the isles' inhabitants pay tribute to the local elemental bad ass Olhydra, princess of drowning waters. Cold and ice are reviled because solid water is an abomination in the many eyes of their goddess. So the fact that an entire estuary on the remote corner of an island has been freezing solid for thirty winters is horrifying. Ever winter, the freeze drives the swamp's dreaded nixies, merrow, ghouls and walkodiles into civilized lands.<br />
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Most place blame on a mysterious cult known as the Disciples of the Dark Thirteen. They are believed to congregate in the ruins of an abbey near the estuary. The abbey was dedicated to a god who had a large flock before Olhydra and the other elemental princes appeared on the material plane and drove mankind's distant, mysterious deities into irrelevance. Orkandu, High Inquisitor of the Sunken Temples, currently offers 10,000 gp to whomever breaks the curse.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">The twist is that (highlight to reveal spoiler) </span><span style="background-color: white; color: white;">while the Disciples of the Dark Thirteen freeze the estuary every winter using ancient relics, they do so to prevent an abomination called Ineffable from emerging from a portal. Should Ineffable rise, it will turn the island's unborn into hideous monsters. The Disciples are a splinter group of the cult that tried to bring the abomination into the world, and are open to alternative solutions to stop Ineffable should any arise. Members of the original cult still linger, perhaps in high places...</span></div>J Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345039535391470707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1843709023546704311.post-84468766858901003182012-03-09T23:40:00.000+08:002012-03-15T16:37:18.474+08:00Stuck in WeirdnessThis is going to be an OSR/open edition gaming blog, but I'll also include details about living and working in China as a <i>laowei</i> (which means round-eyes, I think).<br />
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I've been living in Changchun, China for more than two months now. Changchun is the capitol of the Jilin province, which is kind of close to more interesting places like Beijing, Harbin and Dalian. I've been teaching the language that I love and enriching young lives. More importantly, I'm far, far away from the Midwest.<br />
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Pictures? Well, my camera broke during the 8,000 mile journey to this cold, ass-backward corner of China. But here's a rundown: Identical six-story, tile-covered apartment buildings from the 80's spread for miles. Vehicles of every type and quality, all driven by psychopaths, barrel down the avenues. Nobody speaks English. From October to March, it might get above freezing once or twice a month. Everything is built on a scale that makes you feel insignificant. They give their shopping centers names like "World Mall" and "Eurasian Mall" because they're the only things comparable to the size of these fucking buildings. Shopping is the national pastime. They put Americans to shame. A single mall might have acres of necklaces, tennis equipment and jackets and still have room for some "5-D" cinema that shows last year's American blockbusters for $20 a seat and a bullshit amusement park that nobody uses. People spit everywhere all the time. No bathrooms have toilet paper.<br />
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Content? OK, I've been inspired to create a setting dominated by the Princes of Elemental Evil and their followers. I read Jeff's <a href="http://jrients.blogspot.com/2012/03/folian-mythos.html">folian mythos</a> and Zak's Fiend Folio <a href="http://dndwithpornstars.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-improved-monsters-from-fiend-folio.html">re-skin</a> project and realized they could be a bad ass turnaround from the more humanistic gods I've been using for twelve years.<br />
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Elemental Princes live in the physical world and form the center of major religions. They are terrible and arbitrary, but can be powerful benefactors to those who cater to their whims and appetites. "Good guy" deities still exit, but they dwell on higher planes, and each has 99 problems of their own. They won't exactly stick their necks out for every peasant's prayer, but they might be bothered to grant boons to a few devoted clerics.<br />
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First up: <b>Olhydra, Princess of the Drowning Waters.</b></div>
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Olhydra drifts and feeds endlessly in the oceans' darkest corners. Her home is the Drowning Basin. Its depth is so great that the sheer force of its gravity has been known to drag vessels beneath the surf. The Ecshal Isles, her cult's stronghold, form a ring around this basin. The islands are famous for their <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cenote">cenotes</a>. Her faithful dutifully drown any infidel who challenges their goddess, but they harbor special loathing for the followers of Cyronax, the prince of freezing blood and shattering ice because of a prophecy that he will freeze the Drowning Basin solid.<br />
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Olhydra's clerics are the sea's best navigators. Before an ocean voyage, her clerics can spend a day summoning an angler fish, her hideous spawn, and ritually dining on it. For 50 gp + 5 gp for every expected day at sea in seasonings, side dishes and table settings, the clerics are granted unnatural knowledge of the currents, weather and creatures of the deep. This grants a substantial navigation bonus. Side effects include mind-fucking sea-related nightmares and awful seafood farts, which combined incur a penalty to Charisma checks for the duration of the effects.<br />
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