ICARUS OF BRIGHT EYE
All That Deserves a Name
The Mantle of Feathers, son of neverending ambition
The overcloud realms, that are going to be reached
Daedalus, father and rival
Feats Heroic
Jovial: spread my wings and fly, high, into the sky, forever free
Glum: meditating over the sadness of beign forced to the ground, I reveal my enemy the pure force of my dream
Trick of the Trade
Adroit Prowess: I can fly up to the sun, untouched, unburdened and uncaring
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ag8oilt4KwQ
Showing posts with label Ezio Melega. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ezio Melega. Show all posts
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Saturday, September 13, 2014
#gnoccocon2014
#gnoccocon2014
The Blood and the Gold
A story of Dreams and Undeniable Fates.
Featuring Captain Ryan Bluetooth, pirate; Alessandro Capanna the Italian WWI air knight and Tarask of the Dunes the old gladiator.
Flavio Mortarino Paolo Cecchetto Nicola Urbinati
Saturday, August 23, 2014
When Darkness Lied With Light
When Darkness Lied With Light
A Mysterious Tale of Purification, Ingenuity and Hidden Families
A Mysterious Tale of Purification, Ingenuity and Hidden Families
Monday, August 18, 2014
I was feeling guilty about my two Rogues before, so I did this.
I was feeling guilty about my two Rogues before, so I did this.
Last time I played my players called for an handout to streamline phases and the little quirks of the game.
I did this symply by copypasting the text of the game, with a slight reformatting and a little omissis, but otherwise without any relevant change.
I'll leave it here, do with it whatever you wish.
Matteo Suppo Moreno Roncucci Andrea Bruna
Last time I played my players called for an handout to streamline phases and the little quirks of the game.
I did this symply by copypasting the text of the game, with a slight reformatting and a little omissis, but otherwise without any relevant change.
I'll leave it here, do with it whatever you wish.
Matteo Suppo Moreno Roncucci Andrea Bruna
#augustroguechallenge
#augustroguechallenge
Ok, I'm starting to regret something.
The Hot Toys figure.
THE WEST BATMAN
All that Deserves a Name
Robin: Holy sidekick, Batman!
Belt o'Gadgets: Never without your Shark Repellant Bat-Spray
The Batcave: Nobody will find it behind that sign!
A bomb: Somedays you just can't get rid of it
Feats Heroic
Glum: He sit at his computer, pondering enigmas and finding the most probable solution
Jovial: KAPOW! SBAM! PUNCH!
Trick of the Trade
Best Detective in the World: The West Batman is the absolute best at deduction: What's yellow and writes? When's better to meet a turkey? Why an orange is like a belt? All of these are no match for his deductive skills!
Before the Overplayer chooses a new phase, you may demand that it is a Rogues’ Phase and that the Overplayer opens it with a demand that highlights your deductive abilities
#Augustroguechallenge
#Augustroguechallenge
I regret nothing, this is your fault, not mine.
TWILIGHT SPARKLE
All That Deserves a Name
Spike: Her friend, assistant, ward. Also, a baby dragon.
The Other Five: Fiive other ponies, bonded by indissoluble thread of friendship.
The Library: her kingdom, rich of lore and comfort
Heroic Feats
Frantic: Twilight panics and start trowing around books, spells and whatever surrounds her searching for the right bit of knowledge she is forgetting.
Jovial: Helped by her friends friendship, Twilight releases a purple ad white spell that saves the day.
Trick fo the Trade
No Frowns in Ponyville: Nobody is ever really Glum surrounded by ponies, but other things can, and will, upset Twilight. Thinking she is forgotting something is the worst among them.
Replace the Glum tone with a Frantic one
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Epidiah Ravachol and everyone listening... How do you handle a dead Rogue?
Epidiah Ravachol and everyone listening... How do you handle a dead Rogue?
We had one during today game and had a moment of doubt.
We resolved keeping the death Rogue player, just narrating using the other things he had authority over, i.e. All That Deserves a Name.
Did we do good?
We had one during today game and had a moment of doubt.
We resolved keeping the death Rogue player, just narrating using the other things he had authority over, i.e. All That Deserves a Name.
Did we do good?
Sussurro, Oblio and Lian in The Search of the Forgotten Library
Sussurro, Oblio and Lian in The Search of the Forgotten Library
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
VANESSA DI FIBONIA
VANESSA DI FIBONIA
All That Deserves a Name
Valore: the gryphon she hatched two years ago, from an egg stolen from her noble father.
Promessa: the sword her friend gave her when she flew away
The City of Fibonia: Pearl of the Plains, City of Merchants, Nourishing Mother of the High Teacher, rich, marvellous, souless, bind by dusty rituals and customs, where everyone knows their place, and is forever bound to it.
Feats Eroic
Jovial: Vanessa stand still on Valore, her sword dripping the hot blood of her foes, a low grumble arouses from the gryphon's belly, her blue eyes gleam while the sun transforms her blood soaked hairs in red gold.
Glum: Silent wings from above, a swift cut and Promessa takes another life.
Feats Heroic
Horizon Stare: Vanessa grew restless and run away from a settled life, she become a rogue from a city were everyone knows their place and their role. A question haunts her: Why cannot I find peace in any place on land nor sea?
Originally shared by ALAS SUPERSONICAS
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Wednesday, July 2, 2014
#JulyRogueChallenge Eidolon-worthy Real Places
#JulyRogueChallenge Eidolon-worthy Real Places
A Jovial tale
These lands were once ruled by a powerful woman, a Countess. She was strong and brave, donned armor and built sanctuaries. She was rich and wise, beloved and powerful.
Many knights fought beside her when she lead them in battle, many lords called her liege, many cities payed omage to her. She had many palaces, but she often was back to the castle of her father, where she was born, in the heart of her fiefdom, on the hills watching the plain.
She was so powerful to take war against an Emperor, who deescended with a powerful army and was defeated. Humiliated, the Emperor stood for three nights out of her ancestral castle, kneeling in the snow, begging forgiveness from her.
It was the apex of her glory and power.
But wisdom and bravery cannot anything against the wrath of an humiliated Emperor and the treachery of men.
Betrayed by her subjects, poisoned by the Emperor the Countess fell, never to stand again.
The spurned Emperor conjured storms and earthquakes to destroy the walls that witnessed his defeat and his humiliation and now only rubbles remains of an once proud castle.
But, really, can such a great woman as the Countess fade away like common men? She is still there, my son, sitting in judgement between the ruins, and she hasn't aged a day. She sits tall and proud on the throne that was her father's and her grandfather's, a beam of light and hope in the ruins. Castles crumble, greatness remains.
She sits in judgement and will answer with wisdom and justice to those who dare to ask, and will punish those who welcome lies and evil in their hearts, with thunder and light, with the sound of thousand spectral horsemen and with the trumpets of the very angels calling her men to charge against the unfaithfuls and the evil!
Castle of Canossa, Reggio Emilia
Inspired by history and local legends
A Jovial tale
These lands were once ruled by a powerful woman, a Countess. She was strong and brave, donned armor and built sanctuaries. She was rich and wise, beloved and powerful.
Many knights fought beside her when she lead them in battle, many lords called her liege, many cities payed omage to her. She had many palaces, but she often was back to the castle of her father, where she was born, in the heart of her fiefdom, on the hills watching the plain.
She was so powerful to take war against an Emperor, who deescended with a powerful army and was defeated. Humiliated, the Emperor stood for three nights out of her ancestral castle, kneeling in the snow, begging forgiveness from her.
It was the apex of her glory and power.
But wisdom and bravery cannot anything against the wrath of an humiliated Emperor and the treachery of men.
Betrayed by her subjects, poisoned by the Emperor the Countess fell, never to stand again.
The spurned Emperor conjured storms and earthquakes to destroy the walls that witnessed his defeat and his humiliation and now only rubbles remains of an once proud castle.
But, really, can such a great woman as the Countess fade away like common men? She is still there, my son, sitting in judgement between the ruins, and she hasn't aged a day. She sits tall and proud on the throne that was her father's and her grandfather's, a beam of light and hope in the ruins. Castles crumble, greatness remains.
She sits in judgement and will answer with wisdom and justice to those who dare to ask, and will punish those who welcome lies and evil in their hearts, with thunder and light, with the sound of thousand spectral horsemen and with the trumpets of the very angels calling her men to charge against the unfaithfuls and the evil!
Castle of Canossa, Reggio Emilia
Inspired by history and local legends
#JulyRogueChallenge *Eidolon-worthy real places*
#JulyRogueChallenge *Eidolon-worthy real places*
There is a city built on a rock.
On the rock there is no water, no river or creek. They collect rain, but it isn't enough. So they went and took their water... somewhere else.
There i a well. It's deep, large, long. You enter in it, with jugs and mules and walk its large steps, spiralling down, down, down, down forever. You start jovial and solar, you remember the light of the sun and the wind. After a couple of turn you start to realize that something is wrong. You feel the weight of the mountain over you, the air grows thick and wet. You cannot breath anymore. You have to stop, but the darkness calls you, down, down, down, down, forever down. Every step is torture, you are tired, you cannot breath.
You notice that nobody is coming up again. Were is the blonde guy that entered before you? Hasn't he reached the ground yet? Why that old couple entered half hour ago and you haven't them them coming back?
Then you see, a light, someone in front of you, a couple of turns. Your lungs ache, your skin crawls with humidity, you want to stap, to talk, to rest, to remember that a surface is still there. You walk faster, to meet with your friend, because you don't know her but she is a friend, you turn, turn, and turn again, and turn. Where is she? Why havent you meet her? You look and you see her again, upstairs, but you havent met.
You reach the bottom. At last. You cannot see the sun anymore. The sun is illusion, there only is the water, in the well and in the air. You fill your jugs and you keep going. The same way. You cannot make a mule turn in this a narrow path, you cannot go back.
You go ahead.
The road is the same, but now you are ascending.
It's worse than before.
It's far, far worse, with the weight of the mountain over you, with water and salt and moss and rock around you. Forever.
Then you are out. You are out from the same door you entered before. The sun and the wind still exist. You went down a well, not a big one, walked straight, you nevere turned around, you never stepped on the same stone twice, and you are back where you started.
They went and took the water where there is water. They went and took it somewhere else.
St. Patrick's Well, Orvieto
Inspired to the frigging real experience
There is a city built on a rock.
On the rock there is no water, no river or creek. They collect rain, but it isn't enough. So they went and took their water... somewhere else.
There i a well. It's deep, large, long. You enter in it, with jugs and mules and walk its large steps, spiralling down, down, down, down forever. You start jovial and solar, you remember the light of the sun and the wind. After a couple of turn you start to realize that something is wrong. You feel the weight of the mountain over you, the air grows thick and wet. You cannot breath anymore. You have to stop, but the darkness calls you, down, down, down, down, forever down. Every step is torture, you are tired, you cannot breath.
You notice that nobody is coming up again. Were is the blonde guy that entered before you? Hasn't he reached the ground yet? Why that old couple entered half hour ago and you haven't them them coming back?
Then you see, a light, someone in front of you, a couple of turns. Your lungs ache, your skin crawls with humidity, you want to stap, to talk, to rest, to remember that a surface is still there. You walk faster, to meet with your friend, because you don't know her but she is a friend, you turn, turn, and turn again, and turn. Where is she? Why havent you meet her? You look and you see her again, upstairs, but you havent met.
You reach the bottom. At last. You cannot see the sun anymore. The sun is illusion, there only is the water, in the well and in the air. You fill your jugs and you keep going. The same way. You cannot make a mule turn in this a narrow path, you cannot go back.
You go ahead.
The road is the same, but now you are ascending.
It's worse than before.
It's far, far worse, with the weight of the mountain over you, with water and salt and moss and rock around you. Forever.
Then you are out. You are out from the same door you entered before. The sun and the wind still exist. You went down a well, not a big one, walked straight, you nevere turned around, you never stepped on the same stone twice, and you are back where you started.
They went and took the water where there is water. They went and took it somewhere else.
St. Patrick's Well, Orvieto
Inspired to the frigging real experience
#JulyRogueChallenge Eidolon-worthy Real Places
#JulyRogueChallenge Eidolon-worthy Real Places
When a tyrant wants to build the biggest and mightest stronghold in the country he will crush his subjects with corvees and slave job.
This if you are one of the lucky ones.
If not the tyrant will be so cruel and callous to crush them literally, to use their houses and streets as the foundation of his stronghold, transforming a normal village in a dark, subterranean labyrinth, never to be seen or visited again.
Some says that when he did the act his guards killed everyone who tried to escape, he wanted the very souls of the villagers to defend his rock. They were trapped in their underground houses, they died there without seeing the sun again for the pride and ambition of their liege.
The sound you hear is the moaning of their vengeful souls roaming the halls.
Pick up dice
Rocca Paolina, Perugia
Inspired to historical facts
When a tyrant wants to build the biggest and mightest stronghold in the country he will crush his subjects with corvees and slave job.
This if you are one of the lucky ones.
If not the tyrant will be so cruel and callous to crush them literally, to use their houses and streets as the foundation of his stronghold, transforming a normal village in a dark, subterranean labyrinth, never to be seen or visited again.
Some says that when he did the act his guards killed everyone who tried to escape, he wanted the very souls of the villagers to defend his rock. They were trapped in their underground houses, they died there without seeing the sun again for the pride and ambition of their liege.
The sound you hear is the moaning of their vengeful souls roaming the halls.
Pick up dice
Rocca Paolina, Perugia
Inspired to historical facts
#JulyRogueChallenge Eidolon-worthy Real Places
#JulyRogueChallenge Eidolon-worthy Real Places
Cool and fashionable h/t to Renato Ramonda
You see that rock up there, young rogue? That enormous boulder in the middle of the valley? It looks natural to you? It looks like a hill or a mountain? It has been put there, I tell you!
Look, look at the mountains. Not like that, in the right way! See? Is that a mountain to you? Look, that's a nose, a mouth. It has a belly, and feets, I tell you!
That's not a mountain, child, I tell you. That's the giant body of the King Of Thousand Demons. Once in an age, if you are unlucky, it will wake up that old body and walk the leand once again.
And that rock? That's Its Throne, I tell you! It will sit on Its Throne, holding court of demons and evils.
Who knows what evil wonders will it leave behind, in those occasions? What dark magic? What cursed treasure? It's a dark place. People die on it, it thirsts for blood, I tell you!
You should be mad to go and try to climb such an evil place.
Pick up dice
Rock of Bismantova, Reggio Emilia
Inspired by a local legend
Cool and fashionable h/t to Renato Ramonda
You see that rock up there, young rogue? That enormous boulder in the middle of the valley? It looks natural to you? It looks like a hill or a mountain? It has been put there, I tell you!
Look, look at the mountains. Not like that, in the right way! See? Is that a mountain to you? Look, that's a nose, a mouth. It has a belly, and feets, I tell you!
That's not a mountain, child, I tell you. That's the giant body of the King Of Thousand Demons. Once in an age, if you are unlucky, it will wake up that old body and walk the leand once again.
And that rock? That's Its Throne, I tell you! It will sit on Its Throne, holding court of demons and evils.
Who knows what evil wonders will it leave behind, in those occasions? What dark magic? What cursed treasure? It's a dark place. People die on it, it thirsts for blood, I tell you!
You should be mad to go and try to climb such an evil place.
Pick up dice
Rock of Bismantova, Reggio Emilia
Inspired by a local legend
Saturday, May 10, 2014
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