Lost Souls & Midian

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Cool... Not Cool7 Gamewyrd has a "Cool... Not Cool" page ([url]http://www.gamewyrd.com/archives/cool.php[/url]) with some gems like: [quote:c8c6e81dfd="Gamewyrd"]Cool: Describing the spray of blood when your party's fighter kills an orc.

Not Cool: Throwing a balloon filled with pigs blood at the player whose fighter just killed your favourite orc.

Cool: A CD with sound effects to create atmosphere.

Not Cool: A CD with a laugh track that you play whenever something bad happens to the PCs.[/quote:c8c6e81dfd]

I thought of a few Midian-specific ones; feel free to add your own (Midian or otherwise).

Cool: Rolling a natural "one" when determining attributes

Not Cool: Rolling a natural "one" when rolling for a saving throw or attack

Cool: Friendly tension between two characters that makes for interesting and dramatic roleplaying

Not Cool: Tension on the rope between two characters being the only thing stopping either from dropping into a chasm

Cool: Playing a lovable scoundrel who uses the skills from his shady past to help out the troupe when they're in a jam

Not Cool: Being caught as the thieving scoundrel who uses the skills from his shady past to rob the troupe when they're in a jam

Cool: The thrill of knowing that your gaming group's campaigns can become a canonical part of the one and only [i:c8c6e81dfd]Official Game of the Internet[/i:c8c6e81dfd]

Not Cool: Having to repeatedly explain to other thickheaded gamers that it isn't d20, a card game, or the new X-box title

Cool: Having your character's name live forever among Midian player-lore for something you did

Not Cool: Having your character's name live forever among Midian player-lore for something you did

Cool: Staking claim on an area, fleshing it out, and making it a vital and living part of the [i:c8c6e81dfd]Immersive Game World[/i:c8c6e81dfd], and doing all of this in-character

Not Cool: Having said character removed from the game in a horrific and permanent manner by your "friends" who had the wisdom to [b:c8c6e81dfd]not[/b:c8c6e81dfd] abandon the forums for months at a stretch

(And one self-serving one)

Cool: Having access to the server logs, so I can see first-hand just how popular and wide-spread Midian has become

Not Cool: Seeing how many of those logs contain search terms that are sexual in nature... and about me specifically...
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dc295bb3c9 -Actually I am slowly converting over some Midian stuff to MET. It works somewhat well actually. Good one Kinslayer.

This past game they saw mages using Midian type spells. That was fun actually when they asked what it was I showed them the book and 4 more orders for said book want to be placed. m

a7054b03eb [ Please do eat my babies. It makes my life less complicated and would cut down on my bills.
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3ce87243fc E Gareth has initiative on who? Not super cheese... I mean Drackonius.
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[quote:a96526275a="ceekay"]Good one Kinslayer.[/quote:a96526275a]??? What did I do?

We're having [i:a96526275a]Death[/i:a96526275a] reviewed by an independent editor, just in case nameless missed something. Once he gets back to us, we can start full production. The main book is going to be re-written (possibly before [i:a96526275a]War[/i:a96526275a], definately before [i:a96526275a]Conquest[/i:a96526275a]), and we need new art before that project can get fully underway.

If anyone wants something added to the main book (as opposed to being in one of the supplements), let us know.
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b2eea5556c R Tastes of veal...

[url]http://food.oregonstate.edu/ref/culture/allen.html[/url]
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5d61101322 U Drackonius, by his own earlier post, isn't a part of this fight... at least, not yet.

27e0ebf688 À A letter arrives for Volgor, addressed from The Librarian. In it he asks simply, "Instead of trying to pawn this task onto another, assign a guildmember to do it, or hold a contest yourself."
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81df23594d J You made Midian easily convertible to other systems, that is what you did.

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538252109a rCorrect, on the answers, and on the points. Of course, since you already have a special title, would you want "lorem
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As Volgor curses to himself he draws up signs and flyers for the grand event. It proclaims the first architecht to come up with a design for the new wing of the library will not only get the contract and what that pays, but also 2,000 guilder. The design of said wing should be something that twists the mind and chills the bones. Something suitable for a library that survived the city being a necropolis. All wishing to apply for this contest must submit current designs in use around Midian to Volgor and pay the entry fee of 50 guilder upon approval of their prior work by Volgor himself. (OOC: The deadline for submission for the contest is in 6 months time. I have no idea what month it actually is. These flyers and signs are written in multiple languages and shipped off to all cities known to Volgor. Yes he pays the shipping costs.)

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There is a correct and proper name for Mjolner's loop-strap, but I admit it's a very obscure reference, thus the high point value. It's an old joke I've used when GM'ing for many years, and decided to make it "official" to spread the misery.
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6838966d7f Ì Nor can I. I'm not so arrogant as to assume that the game system is flawlessly perfect, but I am aware that I may be too close to the thing to notice such odd rules, contradictions, or continuity errors.
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e36dc2baf5 `To give credit where it's due, the worksheet layout idea is MoonHunter's. Hopefully I'll be able to do each country and area eventually. I think that the worksheet is a good idea and helps solidify your ideas about a place, and to realise that you might have missed an area when conceptualising. I encourage other worldbuilders to use the worksheet.

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I've noticed something disturbing about the areas created for the Immersive Game World. It's not that the ideas aren't great (and there are some real top-notch ones), but that it seems to be dropped after being created. While this isn't as much of an issue for the out-of-character creations, it certainly can be a problem for those created in-character. After all, it's "you" who are setting up the area, so you have more of a vested interest in maintaining it. The prime example of this is the former Vridtown. After being established as a principality--and doing much work on the infrastructure, et al.--there wasn't much input from the creator in day-to-day changes. In fact, he disappeared from these boards altogether for quite some time. Another example is the Northern Protectorate. After the Scourge War, BlackGuard hasn't posted anything about the area, how it's developing, new problems or changes, interesting things happening, etc.

It's rather sad, really. These are great ideas, but they aren't being used... by their creators. A living, dynamic, exciting game world is always growing and changing. Don't be afraid to spice things up a bit, change laws, get into political disputes with neighbours, add new cities, or anything else. This keeps your area more vibrant and noticeable, thus increasing its importance. From a metagame perspective, do you know what makes Formour and Byzant so powerful? It's not the size of their armies, navies, or treasure troves. It's how often they are referenced. People in the game deal with--and speak about--these two countries far more often than they do the Heldannic Confederation, the Elven Homeland, or anywhere in Osterre. This is the real secret to a successful addition to the Immersive Game World: the more something is developed--and kept in current use--the greater it becomes to every player.
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d6e1597408 6 I'm sorry; it wan't intentional. I won't do it again.
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a8e0fea092 © Is there going to be a metagame element to the contest? That is, you can make it an [b:a8e0fea092]actual[/b:a8e0fea092] contest, with players submitting ideas for this.
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90a2ed2f9e K No I was thanking you, not chastising you dammit. Ugh such a bastardly GM.
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to strap or not to strap"Mjolner's loop-strap has haunted me since I first read about the odd question in Midian. Being That I have studied a bit of mythology and have a number of books covering mythology. I have been quit stumped by this brain buster. It keeps me up at night! Haunts my mind...

Thanks Kinslayer!!

2aab074f6e,Graveyard Shift - Hadrian Burnport's Journal

It has been nearly two months since my half-brother Kagan left for a land deep in the Elder Kingdoms to deliver his artwork. And I have received from him two letters. The first detailed the kingdom he entered, a land run entirely by vampire nobility. He sent me this letter to enrage me. For he knows I have neither the resources nor the time to do anything about that place. There is so much death in this world.

The second letter gives details on where and when I could meet him, if I choose. He wishes to travel far north to assist on an errand of one of his travel companions. I feel that he wants me around for protection, but that is fair. For I would be using him for his money and resources.

In these last weeks I have not slept much. There is too much work. And one night I lay in a fresh grave, my hands pressed into earthen tomb walls. I could sense the rumble beneath the planet. I could smell the bones and blood Gnopolis was built on. And in the shadowy fog of a hot night, I could feel life pulling itself from the memory of our ancestors. Just as a name is chiseled into a grave marker, as final and absolute death should be. Upon the carving of my own name, I would wish that my loved ones will never return to my final bed. As I would really no longer be there, but in a warm realm beyond space sleeping eternally and dreamlessly. This is what I wish for everyone when their life reaches it’s dusk.

But I am alive now. And for good reason, the meticulous removal of undeath from the world entire. No father should ever be risen to perform macabre dances before their children. No mothers, the loved women, the nurturers of our precious young, need be reanimated into mocking reflections of themselves. Our loved ones, friends and family, all pieces of meat to necromancers. I will free them from the prison of their wrecked bodies. And their eyes, their eyes beg me for release. I will give it.

I have been lonely in our makeshift church. Though I have many helpful souls, like Baelan, a promising young Nychta Aetus, who will help us foretell events to come with the help of the Mnima. Mayia Nal, Laren and Vergil Hellnok have been exemplary assistants and devout church members. Gregor, our Nychta Ektos, may come with me to hone his protection magic skills. I could use all the help I can get.

But friends are one thing. I employed a young prostitute three evenings ago. I brought her to my temple and sat with her all night in the light of a single candle. She had the finest black hair. Her eyes shone like sapphires. It is against the laws of Atrum Ortus that one, especially a Nychta Prelator like myself, be allowed company as such. So I merely sat with her all night. And in her bright eyes surrounded by weary circles and snaking red lines, I saw the darkness of the night. She was a victim of a sinister world. And such a sweet girl, like a young sister I might have had, she needn’t have been selling herself to survive. I wanted to save her. But since she offered great reluctance in staying in our church, I wanted to save her soul. I could have done it before the candle flickered. Her soft neck would have divided from her body as her soul drifted off to much-needed sleep. This angel. This little girl sitting with me beneath the vengeful Mnima. The gods of revenge. And I could feel the earth tilt and the sky boil. I am not here to take life. I am alive to save lives before souls. I will let her own gods decide her fate.

The Mnima have given me the gift to end the sufferings of the undead. I need only to exhale and risen bodies crumble to dust, and the spirits trapped within them fade off into eternal peace. And those who prey on the living, for blood, for their mortal frames, let them feel fear. This world is for the living. I am better than death. In my hand is the Final death. My fingers are flames that burn souls. I swear that in my lifetime, the blight of the unliving and their foul creators will be torn from this world. For I refuse to die until it is so.
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A tower crowned of silver and of purest blue it once was,

A sword of the mountains of Formunour,

Whose windows where ever-open eyes,

And inside was a warm bed.

In the second Chapter of the Mnima, Crown of Mist, a tale is spun of a legendary necromancer, whose powers were born out of pure hate. An influential guild of merchants cursed him from ever touching cut stone, which forced him to live in huts and tents during very harsh winters. During a horrendous storm, he sought shelter in a tower and the curse made him blind.

Though the Mnima names the place the story is set, Formunour, obviously an old or regional spelling of Formour, Atrum Ortus scholars like myself believe that the setting is farther north, in the Heldannic Confederation.

It has been my dream to follow the trail of the Mnima, to recreate their paths into a new pilgrimage. So I pack now to catch a Stormrider out of Gnopolis. I hope to meet with Kagan at a port in between here and his destination, the cold expanses of the Heldannic Confederation, where I might find clues to the whereabouts of the
sword of the mountains
. And I hope to bring back the beginnings of a new chapter of Atrum Ortus worship. One that will bring the faith closer to the people.

And I will not forget my main goals. My assistants and myself have been working hard to position a strong flock in and around Gnopolis, Scientius and the plans for our more permanent church on the outskirts of the city have been progressing nicely. I will now leave the Byzant satellite of Atrum Ortus in the capable hands of Mayia Nal. I must part lest the city bury me alive. The gypsy man got his revenge, with the help of the Mnima, and he may very well wait there still.

A caravan of murderers,

With poisoned daggers and bleak faces,

Climbed into the swampy pass,

And waged war with the venerable tower.

But the gypsy called forth an ocean of snakes,

And his brother and sister sat by him,

Mnima, as hollow as a ghost ship,

Mnima, whose fingers where serpents.

And the tower is crimson ten meters up,

And the mountain pass ends at a wall of bones,

And the merchants fear bearing daughters,

And the gypsy fears nothing.
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819a428b34 Vol.6 The mines of Fulton part 1K
A hard slap crossed Loward's face as he was awakened from his slumber.

Wake up filth.
He opened his eyes to find himself suspended over a pit in the center of a well decorated room. A large troll met his gaze before he was viciously slapped again.
Do you know what you have cost me human?
Loward was still groggy and spent more time trying to regain his bearing as opposed to listening to his captor. A hard fist connected to his stomach to remind him of his situation.
I am talking to you boy!

Lord Fulton,
interjected Khai Lun.
Perhaps he is still weak from poison.
Lord Fulton grabbed the boy by the face, squeezing his jaw, and stared into the his eyes.

Perhaps you are correct, Khai Lun. He does seem a bit addled which I admit makes it hard to accept the fact that a child could have defeated my man, Rionne, or a blooded Phantom.

Is not the Magus Vrid but a child sir?
Lord Fulton growled at the Killian with an expression of scathing anger.

An adolescent troll is a far superior creature than some mere human boy.
Loward concentrated on manipulating his bonds when his nose began to bleed.
I see Khai Lun is correct in his assumption about you possessing mentalist abilities. If you will notice there is a collar around your neck that is inhibiting your abilities of the mind. The harder you push the more it shall turn back upon you.
Loward was not about to fully test the validity of the collar. Instead he posed a query for his captor.

For what purpose is my live captivity warranted your Lordship?
The proud troll raised an eyebrow at being addressed with such an astute question.

Labor of course. What other purpose could I have for such a beast as yourself? That is...if you survive being part of this evening's entertainment.
Loward tried to ascertain what he could have possibly meant when the headache returned.
Not learning our lesson are we?
Lord Fulton clapped his hands and the pit beneath Loward gained some light. Loward could barely make out people lighting torches on high sconces. The pit itself was fairly large and had a gated tunnel which led deep within the earth. The gate raised as the torch lighters left and a human in rags was throw in. The human was a young boy roughly the same age as Loward, but stood half a head taller and seemed to be shaking with sickness. Lord Fulton spoke down into the pit.

Tomas, you must prove your worth this evening. If you cannot then this boy who hangs before me shall be your replacement.
Loward was slowly lowered into the pit and released of his bonds. He stood silently looking at Tomas. Tomas looked up to Lord Fulton.

I shall do my best to honor the gift you gave me sir.
Loward smirked as he sized the boy.

Let me guess. This is the part where we fight to the death and I get offered your job before your corpse turns cold. To make this sporting I'll make sure your death is as long and painful as possible.
Tomas fell onto all fours and began to convulse. Bones popped and sinews tore as the boy's form began to change. White fur grew about his body as large fangs and claws replaced teeth and fingernails. Tomas had taken on the half-form of the lycanthrope and from what Loward could tell; Tomas was gripped in madness. Loward let out a whispered prayer.
By the whiskers of Bartelby.

The enraged werewolf charged Loward with reckless abandon thrashing claws and gnashing teeth. Loward rolled along and tumbled as close to the ground to focus the beast's weight on it's forelegs. The beast swatted him hard with a forelimb. The force or the blow threw Loward against the wall, cracking ribs and possibly fracturing his forearm. The werewolf closed quickly and bit down on Loward's shin. It shook it's head side to side and tore flesh. Loward was not about to scream out and give Fulton the satisfaction. Instead he struck with an arrow like motion with two fingers and popped one of Tomas's eyes. The beast reared it head back as it let go of it's grip of Loward's leg. Not giving his adversary time to recover, He stood, grabbed the werewolf by it's ears, and drove his knee into it's snout. It staggered backward more when it was caught by a sloppy spinning crescent kick. Loward rushed forward pressing Tomas into the wall and drove in his elbow into it's chest hard. When the lycanthrope bent forward from having it's wind knocked out, Loward flipped him to the ground and held him in a powerful reverse choke. Loward pulled hard against the curve of Tomas's spine until a horrible series of cracks was heard. The werewolf went limp and fell silent.

Very good boy. It seems that I have misjudged your potential.
Lord Fulton appeared to be very proud of Loward's victory.

Is this the point where you offer me a job? If so you can take whatever you're offering and shove it straight up your pet lizard's ass.
Khai Lun shook with anger and looked ready to leap into the pit. Lord Fulton just laughed.

Perhaps some time in the mines shall change your mind?
The gate to the tunnel that led out of the pit opened as a large number of guards with technomantic rifles approached.
Please follow these gentlemen unless you tire of living.
Loward considered the possibilities and his nose began to bleed again. He wiped his face and began to walk into the tunnel and was escorted away.

Khai Lun turned to his master.
I think that one may not be worth the price you wish to pay my lord. He seems a bit high strung and rebellious.

Yes he is. But did you not notice he used no magics to end the fight?

Yes m'lord.

And do you not find that odd since we found a book of shadows within his possessions. Not to mention alchemy notebooks and four sets of tarot cards. This boy needs to be watched closely.

I thought you said that one such as him is lower than filth.

Even in the trash you can find a treasure every now and then. Now leave me so I may meditate upon these transpirings.

Yes Lord Fulton.
Khai Lun left his master to think in peace.

Loward was led along a series of passageways. Every now and then he would peer into a passing room to see people manning technomantic devices. The tunnel opened into a large cavern which glowed brightly in oranges and reds. He stood in awe as he entered the cavern as he had never seen a foundry as large as the one which lay before him. For a brief moment he forgot that his leg pained him as he walked with a limp and the fact that breathing was a bit labored. That moment ended when he was nudged forward and led into another tunnel. The armed escort led him past a number of cells which housed dozens of workers. He hazarded a guess that most of them were more than likely refugees from Citadel now put to work deep in the earth.

He was thrown into an empty room at the end of the corridor. Before he could recover to his feet, his mind was wracked with incredible pain as blood began to flow from his eyes, ears, and nose. His veins felt as though thew were filled with liquid fire and more waves of pain took him. Fractured visions assaulted his mind giving him snip its of the past, present, and future. So many cascaded and overlapped he could no longer discern their relation in time. The prisoners in nearby cells shuddered from the sounds of Loward's screams as they echoed through the underground facility. The torment lasted for several hours before he finally passed out from the pain.
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0565b8cbed!Vol. 6 The mines of Fulton part 2
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Are we having fun Timmy?
A tiny squeaky voice in the darkness addressed him. Loward had awoken in darkness which frightened him because although it was dark as pitch, he could feel the heat of the torches nearby and he was certain that his eyes were open. He sat up and held his hands up to his face to see nothing.
That's right Timbo. You're blind
The voice seemed to be very close and low to the ground.

Who are you?
questioned Loward.
How do you know that name

Why would your god not know your name?

Bartelby? I thought you were lost in the void?

He was, but like you he now resides here.
He felt the touch of a small nose and whiskers brush his leg.

Wait I thought you said you were Bartelby? Why would you refer to yourself in the third person?

Because I am a mere aspect of your god sent to watch over you.
Loward chuckled a bit.

And a damn fine job you've done so far Bartelby lite.

The name is Bart, Timmy.

The name is Loward, Bart.
Loward blinked his eyes to try to regain his sight but to no avail.
So what are you plans for getting me out of here oh wise and powerful avatar?
Loward's speech dripped with sarcasm.

Well you could stop acting like a Debbie for one and secondly we can't do anything until your sight returns.

So you're saying this is temporary?

It's hysterical blindness brought on by the psychic backlash from that stupid collar you're wearing.
Loward grinned.

Perhaps we can use my situation to our advantage.
Loward called for the guard he was certain to be nearby.
Guard, I wish to speak with Lord Fulton.

What makes you think you can just request and audience slave?
replied the the sentry.

Why else would you be stationed so close to my cell for me to smell your stink? Now take me to your master so we can get this over with.
Loward could hear the sound the cell door opening and footsteps approaching. He stood to his feet and held outstretched arms to intonate the fact he could not see.

What have we here? Don't tell me that the young slayer is sightless.
Loward fell to the ground as he was struck hard in the temple by the butt of a rifle. He could feel cold steel pressed against his forehead.
Why shouldn't I waste you and tell his Lordship that you tried to escape?

Because I would gut you where you stood you dishonorable sack of filth.
hissed Khai Lun. The guard removed the barrel of the rifle from Loward's forehead and saluted the Bushi Killian.

I apologize for my insubordination sir. I will try to not make a habit of it.

Of course you won't.
replied Loward as he tripped the guard and snapped his neck as he fell on top of him.
Teach your sorry ass not pick on the blind.

Impressive boy. You have the warriors spirit within you but that may not be enough to please the my lord.
Khai Lun pulled him to his feet. He looked the boy in his eyes to discern whether or not his blindness was a ploy.

You're awfully close to me lizard. I hope you are not trying to kiss me.
Loward grinned.
Quite frankly you're not my type. I prefer blonds with something a bit more attractive than an extra set of arms if you catch my meaning?

I have not the time to listen to your crude attempts to goad me boy.

Loward. The name is Loward.
Khai Lun placed shackles on the boy's wrist and led him back to Lord Fulton's chambers. Lord Fulton grinned as the two entered

Well that did not take long. You didn't even have to work one shift before coming to your decision.

M'lord it seems the boy...

Loward.
interrupted Loward. Khai Lun grit his teeth

Loward has injured himself and is without sight.
Lord Fulton stood from his chair and walked over to the boy. He closely inspected his eyes and a look of disappointment came over his face.

Tis a pity. He may not be worth anything to me now. Perhaps we should just cut our losses and find another candidate?

Or perhaps you can bear with me and wait till my sight returns.

And why should my lord do such a thing?
Khai Lun snorted.

Because I may have something that he wants.

What could you possibly offer me boy? I am a lord whose lands are blessed with iron and technomantic treasures which will bring the Kingdom of Fomour to it's knees.

Yes, but do you have power? True power and not that fleeting thing that you borrow with money and fear.
Loward's body became engulfed in a lambent green flame, it's glow tinted the room in a jade illumination.
You see, I have power but currently not a purpose to direct it. Perhaps we can find a partnership that is equally beneficial?
Fulton was astonished by the display and taken aback with a slight bit of fright which Loward could smell. Regardless of any fear that may have been present, Lord Fulton, knew an opportunity when it presented itself.

I will spare your life...Loward and in return you shall train me in the use of your power. If you cannot comply then I will have Khai Lun feed you to my wolves feet first. Are we clear?

Yes my lord.
Loward bowed slightly in the direction of Lord Fulton's voice.

Secondly you shall replace my hound and capture more travelers to work my mines and foundry. Serve me well and you shall be rewarded richly.

Yes my lord.
Loward bowed once more.

Khai Lun, please take Loward to the medical staff to see if his vision can be healed more quickly and to dress his wounds.

I shall do so m'lord.
Khai Lun bowed his head and turned away from Lord Fulton. He grabbed Loward by his shackles and led him out of the chambers to the medical facility.

Although he could not see, Loward had a clear picture of the medical facilities in his mind. The smell of antiseptics and cool air gave the impression of a sterile environment, and he could hear the whir of technomantic machinery. Khai Lun guided him to an observation bed and had him sit.

Sit here while I fetch the physician.
Khai Lun left the room.

So what is your plan, Timbo?
squeaked Bart.

I told you my name is Loward. Now stop calling me that before you anger me.
A sharp pain shot through Loward's body as his breathing became short.

Who is the avatar and who is the humble servant? Now if I were you Timbo I would watch how you address me in the future and save your threats for others. Do I make myself clear?
Loward nodded his head in acknowledgment.
Good. Now back to what I had asked earlier. What is you plan?

I stall them as long as possible until I can find a way to disable this collar. After I accomplish that I should be able to formulate a plan of escape. Besides I am somewhat curious about what exactly is going on here.
Khai Lun entered the room with a changeling with a stooped posture.

Greeting Mr. Loward. My name is Hogarth Featherkey, head physician of this complex. Khai Lun tells me you are having sight problems.

Problems would be an understatement doctor. I'm having blindness issues due to this stupid thing around my neck.
Doctor Featherkey examined Loward's eyes and made notes on his clipboard.

Interesting. It seems there is no damage to the eyes themselves, which leaves me to believe that you are correct in your assumption about the collar. We may have to remove it if there is any hope to correct to problem.

You will do no such thing!
Khai Lun stood to his feet and approached the doctor.
May I speak with you for a second doctor?

Of course Khai Lun.
Doctor Feather key turned to Loward.
Excuse me for a moment.

Take your time doc.
Khai Lun and Doctor Featherkey walked away just outside of Loward's hearing range.

The Killian seems to fear your abilities Timbo.

How are you doing that?

Doing what?

Disappearing like that. I don't care how small you are; I'm pretty sure the lizard would be able to tell if there was a tiny mouse hanging out with me. Unless you posses incredibly advanced skills of stealth.

Or maybe I don't exist on the same plane of reality as you do?

Then how are you talking to me?

Because we are bound to each other by Bartelby himself. By the way you don't have to speak aloud Timbo.
Khai Lun and the doctor returned and Loward could tell that the collar was coming off before the words were uttered. The smell of Khai Lun's anger gave it away.

Featherkey removed the collar from around his neck but there was no miraculous restoration of sight. He blinked a bit in futile hope that perhaps that would speed up his vision's return but her knew that was not to be the case.

I sorry young man but it still may be a while before you sight returns. While I have you why don't I dress those wounds and make sure you are in full health so that there is no risk of Lord Fulton losing his newest acquisition.
He smirked at Khai Lun.
I do not believe I will be needing your services in the near future. If you could so kind to leave that would be quite appreciated.
Khai Lun bared his teeth and his frill extended.

I do not follow orders from you.

You will follow my orders when they are in the best interests of Lord Fulton. If I have to fight you on these matters I will report directly to him about how you are hampering the boy's progress. Do I need to continue or have I made myself clear?
The proud Killian warrior clenched his fist and walked away. Before leaving the room he paused at the doorway.

Doctor Featherkey, one day you will not be able to hide behind you position and when that day arrives I shall be there to clean the meat from your bones.

Until then Khai Lun, I suggest you keep thoughts like that to yourself unless I forget my position as a healer and walk the path of the destroyer once more. Have a good evening.
Khai Lun left. For a brief moment during their discourse Loward felt a palatable evil come from Featherkey but the feeling vanished as quickly as it had appeared. The doctor dressed Loward's wounds and took some samples of his hair, skin and blood.
Loward, have you been bitten by a lycanthrope recently?

Yes doctor I was in fight with a boy named Tomas who was a werewolf.

I see. That may be a problem. Please lie down on the bed.
Loward did what he asked to do and laid down. Featherkey began to strap him to the bed.

What exactly is going on here doc?

Just a precaution to make sure things don't get out of hand if madness sets in.

Madness?
Loward had forgotten about the fact that to most there is a chance to catch lycanthropy from a bite from a werewolf. That is a true enough statement unless you already are a werewolf.

Don't worry young man. I'm going to analyze your blood to make sure whether or not you have contracted the disease.

You can do that?
Loward found that hard to believe.

This facility has many technomantic devices that are far superior to those that are found elsewhere. You would be surprised at what Lord Fulton has at his disposal here if he truly knew himself. But that is enough talking for today. I'm going to run these tests and you are going to lie there and rest. I'll get back to you later when I found out the results.
Doctor Featherkey left his patient strapped to a bed, blind and alone.

That guy has great beside manner. I think you should leave him alive when you kill every one else here.

What males you think that I'm going to kill everyone else?

Because your mind is already planted the seeds for that task.

What exactly does that mean?

You'll see Timbo. For now you should do what the good doctor says and get some sleep.
Loward closed his eyes and drifted off into slumber.

Loward's sleep was plagued by the same jumbled visions that caused his blindness. Figments of shadow danced through his mind when he was rudely awakened by and incredible urge for violence. He eyes opened and he could see once more but what he saw disturbed him. For the first time since becoming a werewolf he had never shifted involuntarily and now here he was in half-form standing over a guard's mutilated corpse. He could hear more guards approaching and knew that trouble would surely follow their arrival. His muscles tensed in anticipation of combat. He lowered his stance and readied for a charge he knew would come around the corner. The sounds of footsteps stopped and Loward could hear a familiar voice.

Halt! You are entering a restricted area as designated by Lord Fulton. Any further progress into this sector without authorization will force me to use lethal force.
It was Doctor Featherkey. What exactly was he up to?

Step aside doctor we are responding to the sounds of screams coming from this sector and the fact that your sentry has not reported in.
The commander of the unit stepped forward the meet the doctor face to face. With a quick motion Featherkey used a hooked finger to remove a large section of the commander's trachea.

It seems you have met with a work related accident commander. Let me escort you to the medical bay as your men return to their posts
He shot a glare at the rest of the guards who began to retreat to their posts.
Now I hope this will serve as a reminder in the future when you decide that you need to pull rank?
The commander gurgled as he held a tight hand over his throat. Doctor Featherkey escorted the bleeding man to the infirmary to receive treatment.

Loward could smell that blood had been shed and from the tone of the conversation he discerned that Featherkey is more a threat than previously imagined. He looked down at the mutilated corpse once more to try to ascertain how this situation may have come about. Thats when he noticed something truly bizarre. His fur was as white as Tomas's! Was it possible for him to catch lycanthopy from a different species? He shifted back to his human form and headed towards the infirmary. Having never seen it he could only guide himself by smell and recollection of the sounds of the machinery. He found the doctor tending to his patient and returned to his bed to rest. Featherkey did not say anything to him but nodded an acknowledgment in Loward's direction. He closed his eyes and sleep took him once more.

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Look, up in the sky...

Here's a challenge for you, lads & ladies: build the ultimate Firp. Through a program of selective breeding, determine the maximum number of "-blood" backgrounds possible for a Firp.

This challenge is all about the "-blood" backgrounds ([i:df3211f1b2]Fae Blood, Troll Blood,[/i:df3211f1b2] etc.). Nearly all Firps of mixed ancestry are mutants, and all Firpish Changelings would be considered mutants by other Firps. The final racial trait of mutant Firps states "you are genetically inferior and can take any blooded background once." Thus, a Firp may not have, for example, [i:df3211f1b2]Fae Blood x2[/i:df3211f1b2], but could in theory have more than one "-blood" background. Note that to date, all multi-racial Firps are first-generation, i.e. since you can only roll [i:df3211f1b2]Really Fuckin' Huge[/i:df3211f1b2] once, you can have at most one "-blood" background for a starting character. Note also that all such Firp Changelings are sterile, so the mating with the Firpish parent must be the last step.

Although Changelings among the Firps are a recent development, it is possible for one to be included in a previous breeding experiment, using the Legacy Character guidelines. While this wouldn't normally be allowed for a starting character Firp using a strict interpretation of the write-up created by Ceekay, a Secondary Character could theoretically be born during the course of a game who inherited multiple "-blood" backgrounds from their non-Firpish ancestors.

[b:df3211f1b2]Details of the challenge:[/b:df3211f1b2] Starting with ancestors of single-race backgrounds, combine them in such a way as to have the maximum possible number of "-blood" backgrounds. Assume that each such background possessed by an ancestor (or the potential for one, such as [i:df3211f1b2]Troll Blood[/i:df3211f1b2] for a Troll Changeling) is inherited in the next generation. Assume also that the potential pairings will work as intended, i.e. choose the result of such mixes as a Dwarf and Fae, and do not worry about the 1:1000 odds of successful interspecies mating. As long as the crossbreeding notes in [i:df3211f1b2]Death[/i:df3211f1b2] don't say "none noted," "all are stillborn," or other such preclusion, consider it an automatically successful pairing.

Bonus points for incorporating a Ghoulish ancestor, or multiple ethnicities of a given species ([i:df3211f1b2]Formourian, Ice Troll,[/i:df3211f1b2] etc.).

A secondary challenge involves doing the same thing with a Ghoul, as this species has only three potential species/groups for miscibility: Elf/Fae, Human, and Troll (second only to Killian in lack of genetic compatibility). However, as there is no limitation on how many "-blood" backgrounds a Ghoul may stack, there is the potential for an unlimited number of such backgrounds.

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Here's another, using virtually the same mechanic as the "anti-gravity" example, and expounding upon it further:

Someone could jump out of an airlock on a spaceship floating high above Midian, aiming for the ground below. Not only will they not burn up during re-entry into the atmosphere (as Midian lacks such rules), but they have a 10% chance (natural 19 or 20) of automatically making the saving throw for half damage, even though the you would normally have to roll over 1000 on a D20 to successfully roll...

However, the half-damage still would result in thousands of points of damage. Furthermore, for every 100 of these space jumps, one of them doesn't land, but instead gains the ability to fly (as noted in "anti-gravity" above).
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Well a little looking and I have found that the group I seek has been here. yet, they have left before my arrival and I must push on. South, again I am to travel. Further from home and further south then I believed I would ever go. So many odd worlds. I have yet to decide what i should do after I find her! Return home or continue on with them. After she hears the news maybe she will want to return home. I could make home faster alone but the trip is not one I look torawd to yet.
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Judging by the replies I've gotten to this challenge via PM, I believe I must not have made myself clear.

Each starting ancestor brings only 1 background into the mix: that portion of the bloodline has to arrive somehow. This is true even of non-Firpish ancestors who could have conceivably had multiple "-blood" backgrounds if rolled as an actual playable character. For example, a Human could have either Formourian or Bizzannite, but not both as a starting ancestor. Thus a Formourian and a Bizzannite Human could then have a 2nd step child with both backgrounds.

Let me give you a 'fer-instance' with a 2-step Firp:

An Effreet mates with a Human Bizzannite, granting the resulting children [i:0a9b08339e]Efreet Blood[/i:0a9b08339e]. One of these children (or their descendants*) mates with a Firp, who thus gains the backgrounds [i:0a9b08339e]Bizzannite[/i:0a9b08339e] and [i:0a9b08339e]Efreet Blood[/i:0a9b08339e].

*Note: This particular combination wouldn't be possible for a modern breeding program--as the Efreet/Human mix occurred only once, centuries ago--but the only way to get [i:0a9b08339e]Efreet Blood[/i:0a9b08339e] into the Firpish bloodline is through a Bizzannite Human.

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You know, we [i:ab41212ba9]could[/i:ab41212ba9] make "official" live-action (A.K.A. LARP) rules for Midian. But would they ever be used? LARP games in my experience fall into three categories almost exclusively:

fighting games (A.K.A. "boffer") where you beat on each other with foam weapons

theater style where you are handed everything short of a scripted dialogue (and sometimes even then) to run the "game" on a stage

and White Wolf's games.

Of course, there are other live-action games, Cthulu Live comes to mind, but these are definately in the minority. It's tough enough to find players sometimes for a tabletop game that isn't from a major publisher--often enough it's hard just to find players who don't refuse anything except D&D3.5. While running a tabletop game works well with just a few people, LARPS only really work well when the number of players is well into the double-digits. One of the strengths of a WW LARP is that there is already a large fan-base (but their latest actions could diminish this...). A Midian LARP simply might not be at all feasible, not only for the limited number of players, but also in the mechanics--Midian was designed for tabletop & forum/chat games, so might not work very well if converted to live-action.

That said, how would such a conversion work? This could be a whole new thread, but you fuckers are more likely to respond here than to a new topic... Would it be rock-paper-scissors, throwing fingers, based purely on effort, compared traits only, or something else? Would the rule-set be changed so that characters' abilities could be more easily memorised?

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Cool: Finding the Lost Hobgoblin Cache

Not Cool: Finding that it's filled with Vridian gold

Cool: Talking your GM into letting you have sodium-tipped arrows, for the [i:a7b3278f7b]gift[/i:a7b3278f7b] background

Not Cool: Forgetting that you're playing in a Dark Fantasy game... and it's always raining

Cool: For your replacement character... talking your GM into letting you have depleted-uranium sword & armour, with multiple levels of [i:a7b3278f7b]dense[/i:a7b3278f7b]

Not Cool: Forgetting that the armour & sword are now far too heavy for your character to lift
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Is this class restricted to use by the Elven Houses, or would it be possible to hire a mercenary unit of "retired" Elite Rangers?

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I managed to get a private audience with some of the 9th circle nobles of Al'Keira. I had attempted to speak with the Governor himself, but such privilege was not to be had.

Al'Keira and Feyzabad have long been staunch allies, so I wanted to know why they did not protect their neighboring friends from being taken over. The reason I was given was that the Swordmasters were being distracted by threats of bandit attacks on their far borders. In reality, these very same bandits were attacking what was once my homeland. Our common enemy had managed to cover up any evidence that this was a foreign mercenary invasion. Instead, it seemed like an entirely internal coup. As such, the Swordmasters of Al'Keira assumed that their intervention would be unwelcomed by the Feyzarians. It was too late to stop the takeover, and the Swordmasters would be seen as the invading foreign army. In short, Al'Keira had been duped by these marauders.

I related to the Swordmasters my evidence that those who had taken over the Feyzabad Emirate were also the same bandits who plagued Al'Keira (or were at least connected somehow). I then began to lay on the guilt trip. I implied that their honour was tarnished by being tricked by the maurauders, that they had failed in their sworn duties, and that the only way to correct this slight was through death--their own or those of the marauders.

I then pledged the support of the Jaliq to aid them in this task. Truly, I did not have this authority... yet, but in turn they promised on their honour to avenge the fallen Akbir clan, my family.

Next, I turned to my commander--not my immediate superior, but the man in charge of all the Jaliq on this assignment. I told him of the pledge the Swordmasters had made, and reminded him of the evidence connecting the bandit warlord to those who had taken over Feyzabad. We Jaliq care little for personal gain or glory, so if we freed the "Free State," we could crush our enemies (the bandits), and complete our mission in short order. As we were sent to aide Al'Keira's Governor against them, we would be remiss in our duties if we did not stop them by removing the conquered territory that they were using to shelter their attacks.

I was able to convince the commander to let me take the first recon mission to scout Liberata. I had already been there, and knew most of the layout. After a week of skulking about, listening to conversations while hiding in the bush, I learned a name. I had discovered the identity of the Warlord himself: a Formourian named Caliban...
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I'm still waiting on Gareth to finish his "backstory" so that we can get on with the violence. In the meenwhile, I think I'll try to elicit help from other areas...

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As the most influential member of the Liberators, I can get you a job for us. We could use an ambassador in Formour to help our cause. The Free State of Liberata is a newly liberated state in the Byzant Empire. Foreign aide, support, and good press are needed for us to grow and stay free. The pay is 60 guilder a month. Do you accept?

(This will give your character an income and a purpose, and give you an excuse to directly deal with powerful and influential people in Formour & elsewhere.)

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As a representative of the Bizzannite state of Liberata, I would like to ally with you and your Emirate. I believe that the people of the Free State of Liberata--formerly Feyzabad--and the people of the United Darkmouth Emirate have much in common and much to gain from mutial cooperation.

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"Veal" parmigiana anyone?

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[color=blue:8265d6d5de][i:8265d6d5de]"I'm crazy Eddie, I put babies on spikes. Want a rack of baby? We've got babies on racks."[/i:8265d6d5de][/color:8265d6d5de]
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A thought on benchmarck degrees. How often should it occur?

The benchmarks are oing to inculde a number of hit-points along with social bumps.

Easy one with be one the fives, but that also makes for alot of benchmarks. (5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30 ...... 100)

Rank and file cont. (Thoughts)

Turned werewolves start at 1.

Born werewolves start at 4.

Alpha pack masters (first level) start at 5.

Born & APM: 6

5th level APM (name of Valour): 10

10th APM (acknowledged): 15

other starting bonuses, plus 1 for every two known howls/bark

plus 1 for Fang and Claw Style

+1 for Bulldogedness

+1 folding body

+1 marking territory

non-lycs start at 1

+1 for wolf blood

+1 for fang and claw style

I would like to get this moved forward a bit. want to start play testing it soon. As always Thoughts/Ideas are welcome.

to those whom I game with your thoughts would be great! Lucien very well might be shifting soon, giving way to your characters finally knowing who he is. Please think of your characters reactions. It should make for a interesting game.

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Since you have a maximum rank, you can fully delineate the progression, rather than a per/5 steady increase. For example, +1 hit point at 5, [i:d02030edb8]warrior[/i:d02030edb8] status at 10, etc. You can also have an uneven progression, such as benchmarks at 5, 10, 15, 25, 50, etc. Just insert whatever ranks you need to flesh it all out. Also, the benefit of a benchmark can be a status, title within the Pact, or one of the minor social benefits discussed above.

Other than game mechanics, there's no reliable way to determine if someone was born one of the Changing Folk, or was infected. Likewise, there's no way for someone to detect the presence of the [i:d02030edb8]wolf blood[/i:d02030edb8] background (there's a necromantic spell that might, but it's far from reliable). Also, other than the shapeshifting, there's no real way to tell one of the Changing Folk apart from normal Humanity. If you're wanting to keep this organisation in the shadows (especially the lycanthropic part of it), then it might not be a good idea to advertise that a new member can get free ranks by shapeshifting. I'm also curious as to how a new member can demonstrate some of the skills effectively. Specifically, Folding Body requires shapeshifting, and Mark the Territory can certainly become problematic in a crowded basement...

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I see your point but I still like some of it.

Wolf blood could be hard to prove. If not wolf blood maybe a bonus for kinfolk in the pact!

Mark territory would smell... alot.. so I could let that go quick.

Folding body is for only those who can shift so it mostly applies to lycans. If the have the ability they should be able to show it.

F&C is a style should be easy enough to show

Bulldogedness can be shown on a non living object. Like playing tug with you dog at home.

Turned or Born. The game mechanic prevents turned werewolves from using all forms. Which means in game they are only able to take one form other then human. A born werewolf will be able to show all five forms from Human, MH, Half, MW and wolf. wether they see that as a difference between born and turned or not doesn't matter to me. They would be able to tell the difference. They may just see it as the turned being less gifted or weak, either way the born werewolf could start off higher in the pact.

It seems fitting to me but I could keep it to "gift" or taelents they can show.

The pact will not openly admitt that members are lycan or that the operation is run by lycans. To a small degree a think people will know about the Pact. What I am going to keep secret is lycan involvement. Mind you the Masons are well known but most people do not know what happen behind closed doors.

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1, 5, 10, 16, 23, 31, 40, 50, 61, 73, 86, 100

Well I am not sure what number system yet.... maybe I will rule my dice..

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As an alpha packmaster who has reached the vital point of gaining a name of valour what can I do if I am far from home..

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The alpha packmaster class was not designed to exist very well in a social vacuum; this is by design. This helps reduce the number of munchkin players who would want to be a Gaijin Lycanthrope & take the class just for combat bonuses. By making some of the bonuses (i.e. statuses, names, charm, & the social bonus) need a society to fit in with, there's incentive for the character & player to want to interact with other Changing Folk, which in turn reduces the specialness of the character & discourages munchkinism.

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.....A leap forward. (some notes of current events)

We are traveling thru a country known as Ebonstone. A very dry place to travel to say the least. After some trials of the land an attack of banits, we have found our self in a town known as MederGor. Some of our companions have met up with relatives. I am not sure if we are going to stay in company with them as we continue on or not. MederGor has a natural supply of water, this water is heavily protected by Soldiers matter of fact the only thing that seems to here is Armed Forces, Bars, Brothels and a Great Arena where the masses gather to watch combats. This is big business in MederGor and it seems to be as popular as the drinking and ganbling. I am not sure how quickly we will pull out from here but I am sure the rest and entertainment will be good for the morale.

This is the first group I have seen that travels with not just one Gaijin but three and to be honest I do not think it is possible to find three Gaijin more different from one another as the three of us.

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Movement upwards in itself is a social bonus over those lower in rank. The benchmarks however will gain a minor amount of goodies such as a few hit point (all the battling) and hopefully a few Social bonuses that players can use on non-members as well.

I won't the actives of the Pact to remain secret and the Werewolves to remain secret but I would like some acknoledgement of the organization. Example people know who the Masons are, many people also recognize their symbols. This is also true about the Pact. People may know that the Pact is their and even point out a symbol that they use. Keep in mind not all the members are to be werewolves. It favors werewolves in upper ranks and only in positions of power.

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The Crossed Stars are a company of Changing Folk who are part of the Cooperative Collective, in the Darkmouth Emirate. The Collective consists of the Crossed Stars Company and Hobgoblins of the Daevon tribe who live in what was once the battlesite against Stratos. The Crossed Stars are the only known Changing Folk company that is a theocracy. That is, the nominal "alpha" of their company is their diety, Bartleby.

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It's starting to come together. Picture the big smiley face made from an office building. Of course it makes the news, but the first rule of Project Mayhem is "don't talk about Project Mayhem..."

The neat thing about openly advertising that you are a secret society, is that many people will think that the honest revalations are fake, and the strange conspiracy theory stuff that invariably arises is the truth. Of course, there are gulfs of differences between openly secret organisations (Masons), secret groups of immense size (Mafia, Darklings), and truly secret organisations who keep even their existance secret (Pax Irae).
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One night a police officer was staking out a particularly rowdy bar for possible DUI violations. At closing time, he saw a fellow stumble out of the bar, trip on the curb and try his keys on five different cars before he found his. The man sat in the front seat fumbling around with his keys for several minutes.

Meanwhile, all the other patrons left the bar and drove off. Finally he started his engine and began to pull away. The police officer was waiting for him. As soon as he pulled onto the street, the officer stopped him, read him his rights and administered the breathalyzer test to determine his blood-alcohol content.

The results showed a reading of 0.0.

The puzzled officer demanded to know how that could be. The driver replied, "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."
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When will War & Conquest be released?

When will the main rulebook be reprinted?

What's the "official" way to refer to the main rulebook?

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New Line Cinema Options White Wolf's

Vampire: The Requiem for Multi-Picture Deal

Atlanta, GA, July 26, 2004
White Wolf Publishing has reached an agreement with New Line Cinema to produce a motion picture series based on Vampire: The Requiem.

A modern horror game about vampires hidden among the living, Vampire: The Requiem is the flagship property of White Wolf's World of Darkness contemporary horror universe. New Line, the film company responsible for such blockbusters as the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Seven and the Austin Powers franchise, brings a unique combination of artistic and commercial acumen to the deal.

"We're excited that the company that brought Lord of the Rings to the big screen has taken an interest in our flagship property," said Mike Tinney, president of White Wolf. "New Line's creative executives and producer Adam Fields have a great deal of enthusiasm for Vampire and have taken great strides to partner White Wolf with New Line."

Adam Fields, producer of such films as Donnie Darko and Brokedown Palace, has signed on to the project as producer. "Vampire is a unique template for a fantastic movie franchise," said Fields. "I look at a lot of computer games and roleplaying games, but Vampire and the World of Darkness stand out thanks to their compelling visuals and narrative. I'm very excited by the prospects of the movies and of a future relationship with the talented folks at White Wolf."

Vampire: The Requiem is the newest property in White Wolf's award winning World of Darkness series of books and games. Although other properties tied to the World of Darkness have been licensed for television series, action figures and video games, this is the first major licensing agreement for White Wolf's Vampire: The Requiem, which will release as a pen-and-paper roleplaying game this August 21st. White Wolf is represented by the Gersh Agency.

Since its entry into the roleplaying game market in 1991, White Wolf Publishing, Inc. has grown, maintaining an average market share of 26%. With collective book sales in excess of 5.5 million copies during this time, White Wolf is one of two undisputed worldwide publishing leaders for pen-and-paper roleplaying games. White Wolf properties have been licensed for television series, comic books, action figures, console and computer video games, coin-operated arcade games, professional wrestlers, replica props and weapons, interactive media events and a myriad of merchandise. More information on White Wolf can be found at <http://www.white-wolf.com/> .

New Line Cinema is the oldest and most successful fully integrated independent film company in the world. In addition to the production and distribution of theatrical motion pictures, it has divisions devoted to home entertainment, television, music, theater, licensing, merchandising and international marketing and distribution. New Line has long been a pioneer in franchise filmmaking, and its Lord of the Rings trilogy is the most successful film franchise in history. Together with its subsidiary, Fine Line Features, New Line is a unit of Time Warner.

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Good for Mike, but I have my doubts about how well it will appear on the big screen. Just look at the "artistic license" changes made to the Kindred: the Embraced (VtM's television show).

Wasn't there already a White Wolf movie, called Underworld? White Wolf certainly thought so, they sued Sony over it.

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There would be three varieties. The first is a glorified skill suite. You get class-style bonuses & skills, requirements, and such, but there wouldn't be any level bumps. You get it all up front & don't have to worry about it anymore. The second type is a continuation of the apprentice/journeyman/master idea for skills: these "kits" would have a set number of levels (typically 3), & then you would "master" them. The final type would be very much like a magical tradition, but with a more general utility.

The problem is the name.

See, "kit" is already taken, even though it would fit perfect. Some of the possible alternates I came up with are: annex, augmentation, adjunct, fusion, appurtenance, codicil, booster, supplemental, auxiliary, excursus, accessory class, accession, accretion, expansion, complement, accompaniment, advanced class, order, virtue, and dominion. "Accession" is probably my personal favourite. Does anyone else have any alternative suggestions or other input?
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The arena battle was great. I know that it seems terrible that I beat the crap out of a female but she entered the fight.. With that aside it was good fun. However or early depart from the arena was quit upsetting. During the battle proceeding mine a member of our group Nevyn was battling and from the stands flew a empty mug, stiking Nevyn squarely in the head. He fell like so much sand. The battle called nuetral and the mug thrower and his entire group removed from the arena! Kagan only moments early had finished a nice bit of brew and from his hands a mug did fly!! With that we left the arena, as we walked out we noticed our party a member shy. Tealk, our guide, has gone missing. OUr concerns at first seem small. We figured we would go meet him at our planned meeting area. No luck! Off the the Loft of one of our companions what there was no sign of Tealk returning there either.

Hopeing he would return for to us by morning we stayed at the loft. I spent some time playing with the wolves that travel with Cassie. Time well spent..

The day and still no guide. Tealk it seems has not had a good night. Still in the early morning we learn he was murdered sometime the night or evening before. Blunt damage to the base of his head, robbed left without honor near the arena. PLans for a the funeral rituals are made. To say that his peoples customs is air burial, many find this distasteful but to him and his people it is the honorable way.

A decision to move one is made...but there are two options on hand and the group is divided.

To Emper on foot or

To Nokaas Zar by Skiff.

A split was made and I choose walking on to Emper with Kagan. Along for the trip was Cassie, Ollie and their brother and sisters. Welcome company for the trip..also the deciding factor for me. I rather enjoy the company of the Wolves not that there is anything wrong with the people.

The rest travel on to Nokaas Zar where we will meet them later.

As we leave town I often drop back a little studing our tracks and practicing my skills at recognizing them. It may seem odd but I feel the more I watch these patterens the better I will get!

Maybe I paid to much attention to the prints we were making and not enough of the road ahead. A small group(20) of armed Bandits jumped onto our path. Tho they had surprised us they did not openly attack, merely threnten to if we did not had over our stuff...Maybe we could have spared a few of them but we were not the ones who made the threat. A damage blow from my war hammer started the actual bloody attack..one in which they would never recover. As the first of them fell to my hammer other began dropping at the hands of our company. Kagan's released his first arrow with all the accuracy that he earlier used to lay out Nevyn with a mug. Their number droppd in seconds. Not much more then a bloody path was left behind us as we continued on to Emper...

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Well hopefully as the Pact grows we will be able to maintain or true secrets.

Social Bonuses..The higher ranking pactmember is given respect. Regardless to any non-pact affiliation, example a high ranking city offical becomes a pactmember but is easliy outranked by several brothers in the city regardless of his title outside the pact he must give due respect to elder brothers even if those brothers are below him socially. This does not mean the elder brother can rule damned him to "hire" them for a higher title because this maybe asking the brother to harm himself socially and he is protected by the blood bonding thru the ritual combat to protect him of such offenses.

Ritual combat a pactmember will never lose his degree. A degree can only increase. If a brother enters ritual combat and wins he gains degrees but the loser does not lose degree status. If the lesser wins the battle it is more like being brought up to a high plane.

If a pact member only able to go into ritual combat by a much higher degreed brother he may still be able to gain a degree if he is beaten. When this occur the Much higher ranking may still deem him worthy. (GM decision). A good base for much higher is 10+ degrees.

BenchMark Degrees...as noted every degree is important within the pack however there are benchmarks.

1. You become a brother....that's it but that is still something

5. Blood bonding ritual. + 1 Hit point

10. Able to support a new recruit. This does not mean you can enlist a new recruit only that you can bring them in to "try out." + 1 Life Point

16. Known Brother (status), people in your hometown that are not members may very well know that you are. +1 reputation, +1 hit point.

23. + 2 hit points and 1 Life Point. (Ritual Battles have strengthened you)

31. Pact member far and wide may know your name. Social Retest. +3 hp and 1 life point

40. Main ritual battles behind you , now yo can nearly sense a hostile and react to it. +2 Initiative

50. During Ritual Combat you get a bonus +2 initiative, +3 to hit, +1 to damage. Bare in mind those above have this bonus already, which makes this more useful when fighting those below. At this time it may occur more often then one might think!

61. Now a well known member of the Pact, those above you know your name and those below you will be honored to be of service. Social retest, +5 reputation, +2 Life points, +2 Hit points.

73. Regarded as a Hero to your brethen. Ritual Combat has hardened you, + 2 Armour Class, +1 Damage reduction

86. Among the highest member of the Brothers. You may be called on to become a Commander. This is not automatic but you can now "apply" for this title. (Seek the Grand Council in the forumns)

100. Greatness! +2 Life Points, + 2 hit points, +2 Initiative, +2 to hit, +2 damage. All brothers will know you! You are skilled greatly at one on one combat and are able to better read your oppenents movements. Plus 3 Interrupts per fight, win ties.
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We like fight'n and blood is a must.

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Whats the chances of rolling at least one critical hit (19 or 20 on a D20) on multi dice, 1) 2 dice

2) 3 dice

3) 4 dice

4) 5 dice

5) 6 dice

6) 7 dice

7) 8 dice

8) 9 dice

9) 10 dice

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I would guess you at very least know how to solve these basic probabiblity questions.

If they are not answered after a short time I would be glad to reveal the answers!

into the scene you very well may not need to win the battle to gain the degree. If you are guest rolling your dice and the GM is not so inclined, if you do not win you do not progress. An open victory is not the ultimate goal; the bonding is, along with the experience of battling.

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Each demon hunter starts with a base number to make their save against demonic actions/outburst/etc. . ..

A Demon Hunter that is not on a Path starts out each IN-GAME month at a 5 to save. pretty easy i know, keep reading

Aspirant 7

Elder 9

ArchElder 11

Each time the demon hunter uses his demonic "attuned" skills, the player marks a tic on the character sheet. (skills that cause a tic will be specified in the supplement)

During the last three days of any give month the Demon Hunter is at risk to act out (GM can force players to roll each month or not however they choose)

When GM asks the player to make their save they count up ALL those neat little tics they marked on their sheet and add that to their base target number to save and that number is their number to save against acting out demonically(spelling?)

So say billy the demon hunter used his "tic" causing skills 30 times that month and he is on the path of ArchElder because billy is a twink and he thinks this will help him be superior. Lets do the math 30 + 11 = 41 to save, billy is screwed. He rolls a 1 to save, even with his Telfon Billy thats only a 4.

Billy:dangit, i already used up my stupidly lucky this session, any chance for a reroll?

GM: (Uncontrolled maniacal laughter) .... Yeah right! Let me see. (feverish gleam flashes in GM's eyes as the endless demonic possibilities play out in his mind)

After billy's episode the tic's are wiped clean, starting fresh.

Lets say however, GM is nice and doesn't make billy role. Billy again thinks this is just great. Another month of in-game time passes, billy has used his skills 25 times this month. The GM decides to make billy roll for the save.

Lets do the math 11 +30(for the previous month) + 25 = 66 to save versus acting out in demonic fashion . . . Yay!

So yeah it like roll over minutes except not so cool. Again after the save botches the slate is wiped clean.

The player can choose to act out demonically. If he/she does so they get to choose the action instead of the GM giving them the shaft. Again, after acting out the slate is wiped clean.

If a player does not choose to act out and simply waits on the GM's good graces, they cannot, when the GM asks them to roll to save say, "I choose to act out." I don't think so, its too late at that point.

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Loward awoke the next day to find his surroundings had changed. His bed was in the corner of a large featureless white room. At one end of the room stood large bookshelves and a study desk that had a very familiar style to it. Across from his bed he could see a practice circle where a white robed figure sat with Featherkey patiently. He sat up to get a better look at the room and was noticed by his guests.

Ah it seems that the prodigal student has awakened. How was your rest Loward? I hope it was better the second time around?
Loward looked at the doctor who had the creepiest placating smile and noted that the robed figure remained motionless.

It was okay. Could you tell me where the hell we are?

You're in quarantine until you can get a hold of your madness. Well that is the official statement that I gave to his lordship. I am fairly certain that your extrinsic genetics have fully integrated our local disease quite nicely into your system and that full control has been reestablished.

Then why the quarantine?

Because you need to finish your studies young man. My father knew that you would eventually arrive to this facility given the right amount of persuasion and stimulus. Why else would you have been allowed to leave his school with his Cards of Power. Do you think yourself such a clever thief to have purloined them from a man such as he? Loward raised an eyebrow and looked at Doctor Featherkey with a scrutinizing eye.

So you're Master Corwin's son. I can see some resemblances. The vacant green eyes and bad posture do remind me of the old man. So what poor elf did he date rape to spit you out?
Featherkey chuckled a bit and stood to his feet. For some reason he seemed to grow in height when he stood with a straight back.
So you're telling me the crotchety old bastard knew I was headed here...aaaaand...he knew that I'd bring you his famed Cards of Power?

Exactly.

So who is your little friend sitting like a lump on a frog's ass?
Loward was out of the bed and had begun his normal stretches.

Don't tell me you forgot about me already Fucktard? I mean how often do you run into someone with my charm and sophistication.
The robe figure stood and removed his hood to reveal his former upperclassman Duroth.

Why are you he...
Loward noticed a slight resemblance between Duroth and Hogarth.
Oh you got to be kidding me? You're related to Master Corwin?

My grandfather to be exact, Timmy.

So why exactly are you here? Don't tell me the old man wants to torment me with your presence.
Loward finished his stretches and walked over to the desk he had noticed earlier.
You said something about finishing my studies. What exactly do you mean?

I have bought you a month's, perhaps two months', time to study from these books to increase you mystical knowledge. The purpose s to import the knowledge that you posses a very powerful gift that must be regulated and controlled unless the world be unmade by the ambitious.

The Witch Fire.
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Exactly. An Extrinsic entity informed my father of your arrival and requested that you be instructed in the use of magic in this realm. During your initial encounter with Jonas he discovered that you brought a souvenir from your old life.

Yeah a fuckin' death sentence to Midian if allowed to fall into the wrong hands.
said Duroth. Loward turned to Duroth.

That doesn't explain why you are here.
Duroth grinned as he stretched his back.

I'm here to teach you how to fight so that you don't get into a situation like this in the future.

I'm not the weakling that you beat on at the school. I have learned a thing or two in my travels.

It's only been a few month's fucktard. You can't possibly think you can take me?
Loward grinned and approached Duroth in the training circle.

Tap out or knock out. No killing. You cool with that Duroth?

Bring it on.
The two began to circle each other in the as they took up battle stances. Loward's body began to grow in mass and hair as he assumed his monstrous human form. It was larger and more massive than it had been before and his long mane of black hair now had streaks of white.
Oh you want to get furry. Then let's get furry.
Duroth shifted into an impressive half-form pale eyes and grey fur. Duroth attacked with an impressive style of tooth and claw maneuvers which ,had Loward not been enhanced by Tomas's wolf blood, may have been a threat. The grey lycanthrope darted to and fro inside the circle trying to confuse and off balance his adversary but whenever he closed to attack, Loward was always out of reach.

I thought you were here to school me Mr Badass? It seems to me that your skills are lacking to my new talent.
Duroth pressed his assault even harder which forced Loward to take a more defensive position. Every strike was parried and he escaped every hold that Duroth tried. This went on for an hour and Duroth had come no closer to landing a solid blow.
I think I understand how your style works now. Let me try.
Loward shifted into his half form which stood a full head taller than Duroth's and pressed an attack of his own. He replaced the claw attacks with knuckle punches and ridge hand strikes and refrained from biting attacks. His blows connected with a sickening thud and the sounds of fracturing bones. Duroth threw a punch and Loward countered meeting fist with fist.
Bone Crusher.
uttered Loward as Duroth dropped to his knees holding his limp arm.

I yield. Damn man! Where did you learn that from?

Just made it up. I used a few principle techniques to create a counter punch of destructive potential. The telekinetic enhancement helped as well.
He turned to Doctor Featherkey who had watched the match intently for it's entire duration.
I think your son has outgrown his usefulness.

I will send him back to my father as soon as he is well enough to travel. It seems that you may be closer to my level than I thought. So from now on you will spar with me in the mornings and for the rest of the day you will study the books on those shelves.

Well let me get to work then.
Loward grabbed a book off the shelf and began to study.

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In his young adulthood Nate has not only discovered his bloodline but that he has been watched over by a Secret Brotherhood. He finds he has a friend of sufficient clout in the Brotherhood who is pulling for him. After he is brought into the realms of the Pact he is given the option to turn back now other wise we would be given what maybe the best chance of his life.

Ritual battle, at last he gets the explanation of what the Ritual, he must take part in, is. A fight not like anything he has seen before. This is a fight that must have blood shed and from both opponents however this fight is not to the death but possibly to the brink.

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Nate to his very surprise is not facing a larger opponent, he thought that they would put the largest of them against him but that is simply not the case. Nate is a Heldan, a large Heldan at that (large for Human {non-Gaijin}). Grimr by contrast tho begin both Heldannic and human seemed small and thin, little more then a twig. His body was heavy decorated with battle scars, which he takes great pride in and seems to have enhanced with tattoos. Both are wearing Heldannic kilts, smaller and less weighty then full Tartans the kilts allow better movement and it is not an uncommon site here in the Ritual Combat. The battle begins

Nate beginning larger quickly seems to gain ground on Grimr. Land several hard blows to Grimr’s body, these first few shoots have little affect on Grimr and even appears to be smiling as the blows land. He is not new to hand-to-hand combat and has taken more punishment then Nate could dish. Nate feels blows hitting his torso long before he is able to pull back from his second punch they felt hard but restrained. Grimr was pulling his punches more then Nate would ever know, this is not only common but is often practiced, the ideal combat pushes the opponents to their physical extreme overtime bonding them to the pact, a bond that is said can not be broken. Having fought in his youth Nate was not harmed much by the hits he was however stunned by their accuracy, one hit land exactly where the other had landed, he would remember this night! Grimr has recovered the ground lost earlier and in fact has a moment to truly plan his attack; Nate seems momentarily stunned by the rapid rib combo. He sweeps the ground below Nate’s feet. Unable to maintain his balance Nate falls and falls hard. The first blood it seen smeared across the floor as Nate turns his head to see Grimr stepping back. Grimr hold back subconsciously knowing this battle is not meant to be to the death, even though had it been young Nate would have already fallen. Nate smears the blood on the mate further with his hand knowing it is his own. A glint of inner forces flashes in his eyes. He was not fighting with all his heart and at first unable to trust. His life was in the hands of Grimr and like wise Grimr’s life in his own. A flash of emotion and he back to his feet, he is stable and searching for Grimr. With a power grab Nate seizes Grimr by both arms and lifts him high in the air. This change in style caught Grimr off guard he had expect another punch or possibly a kick but a grapple was the farthest thing from his mind. He could do little but brace himself for the impact. Nate leaps forward propelling both into the air but going towards the ground, his intent became clear, the hard floor and the back of Grimr’s head should meet. Grimr twisted violently, spinning them just enough for the impact to be on them both or at least on their sides. Landing shoulders first Nate’s hand was pinned below Grimr and his grip was loosened by the impact. Having freed his arms Grimr struck Nate with both palms into the chest, the force spread them away from one another and they slid across the floor. Jumping to their feet both realigned themselves to each other and took a fighting stance. Nate could hardly compose himself now feeling the power boiling within, with out being fully conscious of it he had shifted and Grimr knew it. A monstrous human stood before him and Grimr understands his speed alone may not be enough but his composer is not lost. Charging down on him now Grimr tries his best to dodge the incoming clawed hands, Success was limited the first throws and finally a hit. More of a raking affect the arm of Grimr turns red as his blood trickles down. Nearly jumping now Grimr does not let the open wound bother him, I will deal with that later he thinks. He lands his closed fist punch to the already damaged nose of Nate, an explosion of pain and some blood. Nate chooses to ignore the pain and recovers before he is toppled. Both of their wounds are actively bleeding and the floor and near by wall can account for it. He takes his stance and prepares to attack again when he notices Grimr seems to be getting more compact as if he is getting physically denser. Rapidly Grimr is covered in fur and looks more like a wolf then a man, he drops to all fours but he does not loose any mass. A huge wolf, now glares hard up at Nate who has not broken stance. Nate did not expect this he had learned that he was not the only Lycanthrope in Heldan but he did not know he would face on tonight. He had heard of the Brothers but a werewolf in their ranks, he thought surely he would be the first. (A common misconception by non-Pact members, it just seems the odds would be against it! haha) This time with blinding speed Grimr laid into Nate attacking midway knocking Nate down to the ground but this didn’t shake Grimr off he proceed to lay slash after slash across Nate’s chest and stomach. They were not deep wounds but the blood pooled. Nate did the only thing he could think of a rising knee to Grimr’s
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. A great howl of pain echoed through the room, even those watching the battle cringed at the sound. And for Nate it was deafening. Grimr rolled to one side as Nate tried to recover. The blood loose had weakened him and he had troubles rising to his feet. The wounds were not deep and the blood flow was not heavy but if it continued for much longer it could be very dangerous. Grimr too had trouble rising to his feet, a blow like that could keep one down, he nearly regretted holding back so far. His full potential has now been weakened, badly. Nate began to charge but stumbled giving Grimr time to react. The two bodies collided hard with no discernable blows. Again they recovered but Nate’s body was weak feeling his body falter Nate willed one more shift, and with this he recovered his step and braced himself for Grimr’s attack. Grimr Letting the beast within out sifted taking his largest form, but his natural compact human form topped off at only 5’6
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now on the other hand Nate easily towered over him at 7’8
. A flurry of closed fist hits were swung from both sides, they were now openly beating one another’s ribs not even trying to block the hits they are receiving in return. Hit after hit each blow landing and each one taking a return shoot. It seemed they were unwilling to submit.

The crowd gathered, cheers and howls echoed the dark chamber. A new brother would be accepted tonight. He had proven himself even now as Grimr and he blooded each other. Regardless now whether either
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the contest, Nate was worthy. He proved it and with each blow he dealt and took he confirmed it! Knowing better then stopping the fight the Brethren watched hoping that they would simply drop without death! Hoping fatigue would catch them and their bodies gave in but their spirit remain.

Nate pulled back far knowing he was losing not to Grimr but to time. He never threw the punch his arm drawn deep fell limp and Grimr seeing this to dropped back knowing they had battled to the end, the most extreme. Their bodies began to fall shifting back to their human form and loosing consciousness. They did not hit the grounds though; they were caught by their brethren and carried away to be treated for their wounds. A great feast would come once Nate recovered.

Future battle will be held against NPC with the GM much like other battle the character would face. As with any battle the better you role-play within the game the more likely the GM is to give you bonuses. This is true with ritual combat. Describe blows you throw got into details of how you feel, what you see and your plan of attack. If your character takes and give damage and as a player you get

if each to fully utilize it's potential and only characters who are dedicated in studying it's effects are going to truly beneifit by spending the time and skill points on learning them. Remember your talking about 1280 hrs of study just to learn the basics of the skill set and that still does not include the amount of time that you have learn Witch Fire at level X, mastering Channeling the Fire Within, and learning Wayfarer. Even if you were to start with a character with the Experienced background to have master level in all the Apprentice skills, the mininimum level in the proficiencies, and the Apprentce level in Wayfarer; you would need at least 21 skill points. As piece mealing a permenant object I dont see any problem as long as you would not necessarily have to remove existing parts to access the area you are adding too.

Example: You create a large box and decide to turn it into a dresser. If you had not created space in the original construct for the drawers then you cannot add to the construct.

Example: you have managed (by some grace of GM insanity) to create a technomantic pistol. But your Gm has screwed you in the last second and informed you that you forgot to add the firing pin. Well now aint that a bitch cause you would have to dismantle the construct to do so which is impossible to do thus forcing you to destroy it and begin anew.
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If you have a play by post character that you think would fit into the Pact please let me know. I will be working on a pbp section for the Pact very soon. I am hoping to get it up in running during the next few weeks. I will be getting a break from college between Summer and fall that I hope to dedicate to some needed typing!!

Looking forward to hearing from everyone or anyone for that matter!

As allways any comments or suggestion are welcome. I still plan on working on some classes and skills. These will come with time many of which will have the Pact as a requirement.

More to come from the Brotherhood of the Pact.....

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It seems like a lot of thought went into it. It feels like it hits on bits and pieces of several of the idea posted by everyone for it! Again great job on it!

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Well then, we are on our way. Half of us. The better half, I would have to say. After dropping my tankard of fine local brew into the arena, we were all forced out. There are plenty of games in Zar. Forget them.

Tealk has passed into the sky. May he find great fortune in his next life. And as Lucien and I pass through the dry mountains straight to Emper with our new friends, and as The rest of our troupe board a sand skiff, I feel pretty lost. That’s what guides do, help you find places. Who will help Tealk find his way to eternal dreaming.

Speaking of the dead, we were bottlenecked in a mountain pass by a group of roughians again. And again before they drew breath, their bodies fell to the desert floor. I tried to warn them, but you know bandits. One thing on their mind. Money. Or food. Of course, they couldn’t speak out language anyway. But I’m guessing word the short work we make of the less reputable citizens of Zar may reach the ears of bandits wise enough to yield. Doubtful.

On the other side of the Marakohn mountain range and past the shadow of Heaven’s Pillar, Emper awaits. Rudely referred to as a city full of thieves. Businessmen, misunderstood businessmen. One such man, Din Belen, I met when I was stationed here. He and I became great friends. He owns Din’s Trapworks in Emper’s market section. He is a crazy old dwarf who had just gone blind, probably from looking too closely at all the contraptions that he designed. He’s never seen me, but he could recognize my voice from a mile away. I’m not sure he trusted me very much, bless his heart.

I had promised him some time ago that would visit and take a look at some of his new inventions. I heard rumor of his shop working on interesting arrows. That’s what I’ve been saving my money for.

The first thing I heard of was an arrow that when cast into the ground grows a tree. Now, that’s pretty interesting, but darn near absolutely useless for me. Here are the other’s I’ve heard of:

Flying powder arrow - And arrow with a pouch for holding flying powder. Sounds messy, but I’ll try one out, if they’re in stock.

Flame arrow - Standard flame arrows with an improved shelf life.

Exploding - I found some exploding bolts for a crossbow, I imagine they’re like that.

Caltrop - Arrows that when they land spread out caltrops? I’ll buy ‘em all.

Jagged spike - The though of these give me the creeps. Arrows that look like a treebranch growing around a spiked metal fence. Must hurt, but fly like shit. And no way are you going to pull that out.

Rope attached - Rope arrows would be great for when I’m too drunk to use just the hand railing when climbing up inn stairs. Or maybe I could use them to fetch a keg from across a room.

Signal - I suppose these are like flame arrows but spark like fireworks to get people’s attention.

Chemical filled - Sturdy glass vials strategically designed to break on impact, not in your hands. Guess what I’d full mine with.

Bowstring snapping arrows - When I heard of these, I though, man, I bet I could pull tnat off. These run-of-the-mill hunting arrows have blades on the sides to cut the enemies bowstrings. Bet they’re tough to fire, aim and carry.

Curveball - These could be fun. Adjustable arrows made to arc and curve. Maybe even do loops in mid air. War, it’s fantastic.

Punchtip - A flat metal head on these arrows could be used for non-lethal take-down. Not the way I shoot.

Runthrough - At the size of a hunting arrow, these perfectly sleek arrows, which are more like large needles would be great for slicing through multiple opponents, if they get in a line. And they usually do. I hate needles.

Armor piercing - Or armor breaking from what I hear. These war arrows are the effort of years of research into making the nastiest, most deadly, armored-horse-knocking-over arrows imaginable. The kids will love them.

I also hear he has designed a faster firing, but less powerful bow. His main business is war machines and traps for wealthy homes. Won’t need those, but if I ever buy my dream tavern, you can bet it’ll have security installed by Din’s Trapworks.

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Kagan has some friend in Emper owns a shoop named Din’s Trapworks. Guess I am going to look into some armor. Looking for a special feature. Unlike most armor I am looking for something that will breakaway, my understand it is used mostly in Naval operations. Useful when someone ends up in the drink and don't want to drowned under the weight of their chainmail. I have slightly different interests in it.

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The sea is like the gap between life and death. It is a turbid and dangerous realm that we must pass before entering our final rest. And my faith is a ship. A ship that will lead me to a Land of Sleep. A ship in stormy skies crossing into quiet empires on the edge of forever.

I have been meditating and sleeping extremely well. The hustle and bustle caused by the crew navigating our Stormrider across dark seas has been almost soothing for some reason. I feel alright out on the ocean, with troubles behind and only open horizon in front of me. I have been using this time to focus.

While training at our new church on the outskirts of Gnopolis, I’ve devised some new fighting techniques that are sure to give me some edge over my foes. I will use my time on this ship to hone them.

(List of combos - Pending GM approval)

Instant Flank - Disappear Advanced and attack

Flying Dragon Punch - Jump and Dragon Punch

Dead and Gone - Sentinel Removal and Disappear Advanced

Cheating Death - Hand Parry and Dragon Punch

Vengeance of the Mnima - combo stacker - Lightning Strike (Thousand Hand Slap) and Timing

I’m not touching you, I’m not touching you - Use Pull Punch to appear to have pulled an attack back, but actually attacked.

Follow me to Hell - Grab and tumble to take and opponent with you, like off a building.
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Two Deserts

I don’t know the fuck is going on. I was traveling through the desert, after beating the living shit out of some buggers, and there’s this gate off of the road. What did I do, I ran in because, well, because it looked
expensive in there. I don’t like the snow, and I don’t like desert sand either, but one of them doesn’t freeze your tender bits blue.

Din set me up with some great arrows and I helped him keep some vandals from looting his shop. At least I think I helped. For all I know the thugs whom I befriended in the ogre bar may try to loot his shop themselves. I feel sorry for them if they try. Then I encountered a sliver of light, with the width of a piece of paper, glowing white in the dark desert. Glowing white because it was a blizzard. When I went in to loot the snowy world of it’s every penny, I saw a city, a glass city and I could even see people inside. After my skin started falling off in icy chunks, I ran back. That’s when things got uncomfortable. It was a lot colder than I thought, and as Lucian and I chased the horses through the snow, I collapsed and the next thing I know I’m in a big warm tub surrounded by oddly dressed men and women.

I’m writing this in a field inside of the domed city. There are children playing all around me, adults walking and talking. I’m not surprised that no one speaks any language I know, and I don’t mind so much. I don’t feel like I’m in any danger and I don’t feel rushed to leave. I may not even take a souvenir on my way out.

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A Fundamentalist Baptist Minister in Alabama, sorely tempted, finally propositioned the Choir director one night after practice, when they were alone in the Church.

To his surprise and joy, she readily accepted his offer. "Where should we do it, Reverend?" she enthusiastically replied.

"Right here on the floor!" he panted.

"It'd be too cold." she whispered. "How about standing up?"

"Good Lord, woman!! Have you taken leave of you senses?" he shouted. "If anyone came in, they'd think we were dancing!!"

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It is early morning on Sacrament. A day for people of all religions to pay tribute to their divine protectors. And on this day I feel a shade cheerless, I feel weighed down like I had had too much to eat. For my gods are dead. The Mnima, brother and sister of an ancient king, have passed into the mist over the Greatsea, where I now meditate. A young man on the ship asked me what I was looking at out beyond the ocean, and I replied that I was looking at the ghosts of my faith. That Mnima’s fine hair floated above the waves, and that Mnima’s curved sword reflected the light of Luna back into our eyes.

The ship’s bell tolls midnight.

And I do not need the book before me to know it’s contents.

Thus the Father of Lies spoke,

To the dead and living alike,

And a sunset glowed pink to his right,

And a starry sky glimmered to his left.

‘Go out into the cities,

And build your spires high,

For the living need protection,

And the end is always nigh.’

‘Let the dead be unmourned,

And let the dead be unbound,

For this night they rise,

When this bell makes a sound.’

I can feel the churn of the dead beneath the surface of the black water. I can feel them toil endlessly in skeletons of ships. I can feel lost lovers drowning. I can feel a ship burning to the sea with a hundred hands praying and