Friday, October 10, 2014
It looks like I'll be traveling this Sunday morning and will be unable to join you fine rogues for #SundayAMSwords...
It looks like I'll be traveling this Sunday morning and will be unable to join you fine rogues for #SundayAMSwords this week. I leave the tradition in your capable hands.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
I must admit to being a little jazzed about the new poll feature on Google+, and it's got me pondering uses for it...
I must admit to being a little jazzed about the new poll feature on Google+, and it's got me pondering uses for it in the community.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
*Once upon a #SundayAMSwords *
*Once upon a #SundayAMSwords *
Link to opening simulacrum: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/368943394447008467/
Moving through successive townhouses to gain admittance to the Oracle. The supplicants pleading for insight. Peeled feather-like strips of living tissue used as strips of divinatory wisdom. Gammon hearing the whirr of fans and hard drives. The smell of small burnings. Lord Malivrax adorned with trophies crafted of ancient, forgotten baubles.
Yakoné’s finger to the Oracle’s beak: “What gives you the authority?” The peeled feather wrapping Yakoné’s eyes. “The powers that made your tattoo inks have empowered me.” Blindfolded Yakoné swinging axe devastatingly through the supplicants. Blood feeding grooves and carvings on the ground. Lord Malivrax cradling a fallen attendant. Yakoné cocooned by the wings of a bird-like Oracle. “Wizards are at least honest in their evil—priests couch theirs in pretty lies.” Backhand shield-punch to the beak. The peeled skull, freed from its wrappings, proving too fragile. Glowing yellow liquid oozing from the shards.
Yakoné’s climbing up the statues and rotunda—Gammon on back, Malivrax hanging from axe. Blood nearing the whirring machine. Gammon abseiling down voltmeter wires—grabbing drives and motherboards before sacred spirits of volts and fluids, launch another battle in their war eternal. Lord Malivrax on ladder platforms. Guardians fall before the never-bending light. Malvrax falling into a crowd of angry cultist arms. Escaping, but at cost of another armor chunk.
Yakoné peering at the glowing yellow and purple mist within Malivrax’s chest cavity. The supplicants reverse engineering the Neon Knight from a trophy taken from his armor. Gammon communing battery and motherboard and else. “It doesn’t work. I failed the rites.” The device forgotten for weeks.
Weeks later, we stand over the just-defeated corpse of the goatsucker: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/368943394447008459/
A muttered three-syllable sound from the forgotten device. An amalgamation of armor pieces, bits of skull, a single wing: The “little brother” Neon Knight, come to best his progenitor. Gammon enveloped and snipping from within. Glowing yellow fluid burning runes into Gammon’s face. Lord Malivrax drawing and facing the mockery. Will it be strong enough to end his tenure as the last Neon Knight? Staring. Raising swords. Charging. A single pass. The mockery falls.
Speaking the ancient funeral rites over the pyre. Reattaching the bit of armor. Ruins of pyramid and tower, palace and stardust ahead. Arguing over which type of music to conjure from the motherboard.
Link to the virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1BCoxp7iwsW9078hyApINLLiRrGPcd_woY8ujg8RWmB8/edit
Players: Epidiah Ravachol (Lord Malivrax), Jim Crocker (Yakoné), me (Gammon), Keith Stetson (Overplayer)
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/368943394447008467
Link to opening simulacrum: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/368943394447008467/
Moving through successive townhouses to gain admittance to the Oracle. The supplicants pleading for insight. Peeled feather-like strips of living tissue used as strips of divinatory wisdom. Gammon hearing the whirr of fans and hard drives. The smell of small burnings. Lord Malivrax adorned with trophies crafted of ancient, forgotten baubles.
Yakoné’s finger to the Oracle’s beak: “What gives you the authority?” The peeled feather wrapping Yakoné’s eyes. “The powers that made your tattoo inks have empowered me.” Blindfolded Yakoné swinging axe devastatingly through the supplicants. Blood feeding grooves and carvings on the ground. Lord Malivrax cradling a fallen attendant. Yakoné cocooned by the wings of a bird-like Oracle. “Wizards are at least honest in their evil—priests couch theirs in pretty lies.” Backhand shield-punch to the beak. The peeled skull, freed from its wrappings, proving too fragile. Glowing yellow liquid oozing from the shards.
Yakoné’s climbing up the statues and rotunda—Gammon on back, Malivrax hanging from axe. Blood nearing the whirring machine. Gammon abseiling down voltmeter wires—grabbing drives and motherboards before sacred spirits of volts and fluids, launch another battle in their war eternal. Lord Malivrax on ladder platforms. Guardians fall before the never-bending light. Malvrax falling into a crowd of angry cultist arms. Escaping, but at cost of another armor chunk.
Yakoné peering at the glowing yellow and purple mist within Malivrax’s chest cavity. The supplicants reverse engineering the Neon Knight from a trophy taken from his armor. Gammon communing battery and motherboard and else. “It doesn’t work. I failed the rites.” The device forgotten for weeks.
Weeks later, we stand over the just-defeated corpse of the goatsucker: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/368943394447008459/
A muttered three-syllable sound from the forgotten device. An amalgamation of armor pieces, bits of skull, a single wing: The “little brother” Neon Knight, come to best his progenitor. Gammon enveloped and snipping from within. Glowing yellow fluid burning runes into Gammon’s face. Lord Malivrax drawing and facing the mockery. Will it be strong enough to end his tenure as the last Neon Knight? Staring. Raising swords. Charging. A single pass. The mockery falls.
Speaking the ancient funeral rites over the pyre. Reattaching the bit of armor. Ruins of pyramid and tower, palace and stardust ahead. Arguing over which type of music to conjure from the motherboard.
Link to the virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1BCoxp7iwsW9078hyApINLLiRrGPcd_woY8ujg8RWmB8/edit
Players: Epidiah Ravachol (Lord Malivrax), Jim Crocker (Yakoné), me (Gammon), Keith Stetson (Overplayer)
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/368943394447008467
Sunday Morning Swords: 5 October 2014
Sunday Morning Swords: 5 October 2014
#Hashbrown
Good morning!
Here's our organizational thread. Comment below if you're interested in playing this morning and mention if you're comfortable being an Overplayer and whether or not you have play Swords before.
When we get an Overplayer and three or four Rogue Players, those players will run off and start their hangout. For now, let's focus on getting everyone into a group. We'll probably wait until 9:15 or 9:30 EDT to start the last group. I will be a swing player, jumping in where needed to fill out the final groups so we can make sure we have 3-4 Rogue Players in each group.
Feel free to enjoy some breakfast or brunch while playing. I know I'll be having some coffee and hashbrowns, myself.
Also, feel free to use the hashtag #SundayAMSwords should you desire to chat about your game on the social medias.
P.S. Got some tips on how to do this and links to useful files here: http://www.worldswithoutmaster.com/blog/2014/7/14/sunday-morning-swords
Friday, October 3, 2014
Came up with an amazing new hack brainstorm...this is after seeing an RPGGeek thread about playing as robots.
Came up with an amazing new hack brainstorm...this is after seeing an RPGGeek thread about playing as robots.
Rogue Robots (or something like that)
Moods: Mechanical (harsh, forceful, technological, powerful) and Emotive (human, cheery, gloomy, agitated, surprising)
Rename "Feats Heroic" to "Subroutines". Use lots of spiffy sci-fi eidolons and simulacra.
Rogue Robots (or something like that)
Moods: Mechanical (harsh, forceful, technological, powerful) and Emotive (human, cheery, gloomy, agitated, surprising)
Rename "Feats Heroic" to "Subroutines". Use lots of spiffy sci-fi eidolons and simulacra.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Sharing again for ocober challenge
Sharing again for ocober challenge
Originally shared by Lenny Pacelli
Perils: Carumuri
It is known that several citizens from the city of Splendors are afflicted by a singular sickness: The Carumuri.
Like a plague, those demonic parasite infest their host's body till they are strong enough to leave. Those who bear the plague are marked by a languid look, like melted flames.
Thunders
Jovial - behind a door a man screaming in pain, and soon after a frenzied scratching on the door.
Glum - people dancing and feasting in a public garden, but their passion and euphoria it is ephemeral. On their faces they carry the cumbersome shadow of their inescapable destiny.
(It is the first time I try to do something like that, forgive me if it is lame!)
October Eidolon & Simulacrum Challenge
October Eidolon & Simulacrum Challenge
Let's build our own Book of Perils. Monsters!
http://www.worldswithoutmaster.com/blog/2014/9/29/october-eidolon-simulacrum-challenge
Let's build our own Book of Perils. Monsters!
http://www.worldswithoutmaster.com/blog/2014/9/29/october-eidolon-simulacrum-challenge
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