Hacks, Reskins & Descendents
Let's collect them! If you're working on a hack, reskin or descendent of Swords Without Master, or even just thinking about working on one, post about it in the comments below. I'm pretty excited by what I've seen thus far and I'm thinking about how to make space in the community for such endeavors.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Something that blew my mind when I did ran Swords without Masters:
Originally shared by T. Franzke
Something that blew my mind when I did ran Swords without Masters:
One of the phases in the game is the perilous phase. In this phase the GM will threaten the player characters with more and more threats that escalate quickly. The GM can not stop doing that. One of the players needs to take the dice and say "this phase is over now". You as a player can just decide that this is enough now and you want to do something else. My players didn't really pick up on that and I just realized it after a while. In some way this game still feels really trad just because you are doing classical sword and sorcery fantasy stuff. It also feels a bit like Dungeon World in that the GM is constantly making moves at you. So getting it into your mind that you as a player have the power and the responsibility to finally end that pressure can be really mindboggling I think.
I was literally sitting there and telling my players that they need to end this if they want me to stop. It took a while.
Something that blew my mind when I did ran Swords without Masters:
One of the phases in the game is the perilous phase. In this phase the GM will threaten the player characters with more and more threats that escalate quickly. The GM can not stop doing that. One of the players needs to take the dice and say "this phase is over now". You as a player can just decide that this is enough now and you want to do something else. My players didn't really pick up on that and I just realized it after a while. In some way this game still feels really trad just because you are doing classical sword and sorcery fantasy stuff. It also feels a bit like Dungeon World in that the GM is constantly making moves at you. So getting it into your mind that you as a player have the power and the responsibility to finally end that pressure can be really mindboggling I think.
I was literally sitting there and telling my players that they need to end this if they want me to stop. It took a while.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Here is the link to the pdf form of my SwM character sheet. Enjoy!
Here is the link to the pdf form of my SwM character sheet. Enjoy!
https://www.dropbox.com/s/o6nfazleq3bqt23/SwM_formulaire_en.pdf?dl=0
Le lien pour le formulaire pdf de ma feuille de personnage pour SwM. Amusez-vous bien!
https://www.dropbox.com/s/hifa6dinnsqf5g6/SwM_formulaire_fr.pdf?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/o6nfazleq3bqt23/SwM_formulaire_en.pdf?dl=0
Le lien pour le formulaire pdf de ma feuille de personnage pour SwM. Amusez-vous bien!
https://www.dropbox.com/s/hifa6dinnsqf5g6/SwM_formulaire_fr.pdf?dl=0
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Sunday PM Swords!
Sunday PM Swords!
In Epidiah Ravachol and Emily Care Boss' afternoon, and my and Flavio Mortarino's evening, another Sunday Rogues game was afoot!
The Rogues:
Jaylaram the Rover (Emily): http://www.pinterest.com/pin/503629170802417330/
Barton, Eye of the Hawk (me): https://plus.google.com/u/0/+RenatoRamonda/posts/azMiJ1xx1TL
Gmor the Canim (Flavio): http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/168/a/1/alera_codex___nasaug_by_sandara-d3j50pu.jpg
I won't go in great detail, but sorcerous plans were afoot, a band of jolly men of the forest turned out to not be so jolly when beaten and held a grudge, a mighty Eelotter beast of the river was slain, the lost continent of the Canim was summoned, promised to a Frog God, and then sunk back in the ocean.
Some highlights (form our Motifs):
Our heroes, laden with treasure and gold, ambushed by the Jolly Men of the Forest. Jaylaram's bone horse smashed through them pretty hard...
A bridge over a distant rumbling river, leading to the burnt embers of the village where we would have to bring back the Frog statue.
A raft on the river, an army in pursuit, three arrows in the neck of the outriders triggering a chain lightning, discouraging the pursue.
Jaylaram's spear nailing the Eel-Otter monster of the river's delta, then a crazy ride on the wounded monster, dragging the raft to the shore.
Lucky the dog, playing happily on the shore, suddenly almost impaled by a Jolly Man's arrow: " First of all, bro, not the dog."
The lost Canim continent rising from the boiling ocean waters.
The Canim Warlock, challenged to a Dominance Duel by Gmor and losing. His blood, silently spilling on the beach, his canim followers turning their back to him, following a new leader.
The Sorceress holding the whole continent with her magic, straining. Barton, not amused at being used for schemes and games, smashing the Frog Idol.
The ritual interrupted, the Frog God not appeased, the continent sinking back with its ancient canim temples and palaces. The sorceress fleeing in one of them, swallowed by the waters.
In Epidiah Ravachol and Emily Care Boss' afternoon, and my and Flavio Mortarino's evening, another Sunday Rogues game was afoot!
The Rogues:
Jaylaram the Rover (Emily): http://www.pinterest.com/pin/503629170802417330/
Barton, Eye of the Hawk (me): https://plus.google.com/u/0/+RenatoRamonda/posts/azMiJ1xx1TL
Gmor the Canim (Flavio): http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/168/a/1/alera_codex___nasaug_by_sandara-d3j50pu.jpg
I won't go in great detail, but sorcerous plans were afoot, a band of jolly men of the forest turned out to not be so jolly when beaten and held a grudge, a mighty Eelotter beast of the river was slain, the lost continent of the Canim was summoned, promised to a Frog God, and then sunk back in the ocean.
Some highlights (form our Motifs):
Our heroes, laden with treasure and gold, ambushed by the Jolly Men of the Forest. Jaylaram's bone horse smashed through them pretty hard...
A bridge over a distant rumbling river, leading to the burnt embers of the village where we would have to bring back the Frog statue.
A raft on the river, an army in pursuit, three arrows in the neck of the outriders triggering a chain lightning, discouraging the pursue.
Jaylaram's spear nailing the Eel-Otter monster of the river's delta, then a crazy ride on the wounded monster, dragging the raft to the shore.
Lucky the dog, playing happily on the shore, suddenly almost impaled by a Jolly Man's arrow: " First of all, bro, not the dog."
The lost Canim continent rising from the boiling ocean waters.
The Canim Warlock, challenged to a Dominance Duel by Gmor and losing. His blood, silently spilling on the beach, his canim followers turning their back to him, following a new leader.
The Sorceress holding the whole continent with her magic, straining. Barton, not amused at being used for schemes and games, smashing the Frog Idol.
The ritual interrupted, the Frog God not appeased, the continent sinking back with its ancient canim temples and palaces. The sorceress fleeing in one of them, swallowed by the waters.
Things that happens once upon a Sunday morning. #SundayAMSwords
Things that happens once upon a Sunday morning. #SundayAMSwords
Link to opening simulacrum: https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5002/5335876311_e234d88dc4_z.jpg
The City of Tides, its people oppressed. The Jackals of the Streets, whose sorceries summon ancient vehicles. A bridge between flooded buildings. Sinews of salvaged rope and cable, bones of pipe and girder and street sign. Our rogues on guard. A roar of boats. Jackal skulls strapped to heads and helmets. Boarders with grapples! Lord Malivrax falling and sinking. Kthoh-Arok climbing down the boarding ropes. The Scythian, weapons discarded, “helpless.”
Beneath the canal, Jackal-helmeted divers w/ underwater fire. Lord Malivrax striding toward the dark rituals. The Scythian’s Megatome as melee weapon. Kthoh-Arok netted and plunging. The divers’ ritual complete. The last plate glass window shattered. Lord Malivrax battered and pushed upstairs by the force of water.
Kthoh-Arok shredding Jackals through netting. A huge, winged fell beast of Tarathmane. Its wings robbing Kthoh-Arok of strength. The Scythian captured in ebon talons. Lord Malivrax’s Unbending Blade slicing the dark ritual’s fire-device.
The Jackals with hacksaws. Innocents herded to the middle of the unguarded bridge. The fraying of rope and cable.
The Scythian strapped to the head of a fell winged beast. Divining Tarathmane’s control of the fell beast. Risking soul to steer the beast.
Rooftop of skyscraper. Observation deck turned kangaroo court. Jeering crowds. The Master of the North Tower baring a totem of power made from an old gas nozzle. Lord Malivrax and Kthoh-Arok bound before his judgment. The bridge was a ward against peak sorcery! A dark figure in the crowd, unseen by nearly all. Tarathmane’s right hand. This Curséd One bears death in his hand. Only rogues dare see the prospect of death.
Northern Master stands to pass judgment. The fell beast plucking bound forms—from one grasp to another. Wings spread high against the blue sky. The Curséd One casually, inexorably strolling up the back of the beast. Lord Malivrax’s missing limb becoming an advantage against bindings. Kthoh-Arok breaking free of all that holds him—including talons. Lord Malivrax requesting death from The Curséd One as they fall. The fell beast’s wings folding to plummet afterward.
The Scythian stepping into The Curséd One’s dreams. A crying boy clutching wilted flowers—yearning for his beloved, whose torn soul was infused into Kthoh-Arok. More fell beasts seek the first son of Tarathmane, the only one who can rise against him, Kthoh-Arok. Lord Malivrax allowing the fell beasts to break his fellows’ fall, then slicing fell leg and riding downward.
A jungle island amidst the ruins. Thick branches. Dank, dark leaf canopy shielding from relentless pursuit.
LInk to Virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/15ejSS0xd44mg-g6GzPHc7p5W7ogHs84GgzJUX4OINK0/edit?usp=sharing
I was Overplayer. Players were Epidiah Ravachol Aaron Feild Sean Smith . Richard Rogers observed for a time.
https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5002/5335876311_e234d88dc4_z.jpg
Link to opening simulacrum: https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5002/5335876311_e234d88dc4_z.jpg
The City of Tides, its people oppressed. The Jackals of the Streets, whose sorceries summon ancient vehicles. A bridge between flooded buildings. Sinews of salvaged rope and cable, bones of pipe and girder and street sign. Our rogues on guard. A roar of boats. Jackal skulls strapped to heads and helmets. Boarders with grapples! Lord Malivrax falling and sinking. Kthoh-Arok climbing down the boarding ropes. The Scythian, weapons discarded, “helpless.”
Beneath the canal, Jackal-helmeted divers w/ underwater fire. Lord Malivrax striding toward the dark rituals. The Scythian’s Megatome as melee weapon. Kthoh-Arok netted and plunging. The divers’ ritual complete. The last plate glass window shattered. Lord Malivrax battered and pushed upstairs by the force of water.
Kthoh-Arok shredding Jackals through netting. A huge, winged fell beast of Tarathmane. Its wings robbing Kthoh-Arok of strength. The Scythian captured in ebon talons. Lord Malivrax’s Unbending Blade slicing the dark ritual’s fire-device.
The Jackals with hacksaws. Innocents herded to the middle of the unguarded bridge. The fraying of rope and cable.
The Scythian strapped to the head of a fell winged beast. Divining Tarathmane’s control of the fell beast. Risking soul to steer the beast.
Rooftop of skyscraper. Observation deck turned kangaroo court. Jeering crowds. The Master of the North Tower baring a totem of power made from an old gas nozzle. Lord Malivrax and Kthoh-Arok bound before his judgment. The bridge was a ward against peak sorcery! A dark figure in the crowd, unseen by nearly all. Tarathmane’s right hand. This Curséd One bears death in his hand. Only rogues dare see the prospect of death.
Northern Master stands to pass judgment. The fell beast plucking bound forms—from one grasp to another. Wings spread high against the blue sky. The Curséd One casually, inexorably strolling up the back of the beast. Lord Malivrax’s missing limb becoming an advantage against bindings. Kthoh-Arok breaking free of all that holds him—including talons. Lord Malivrax requesting death from The Curséd One as they fall. The fell beast’s wings folding to plummet afterward.
The Scythian stepping into The Curséd One’s dreams. A crying boy clutching wilted flowers—yearning for his beloved, whose torn soul was infused into Kthoh-Arok. More fell beasts seek the first son of Tarathmane, the only one who can rise against him, Kthoh-Arok. Lord Malivrax allowing the fell beasts to break his fellows’ fall, then slicing fell leg and riding downward.
A jungle island amidst the ruins. Thick branches. Dank, dark leaf canopy shielding from relentless pursuit.
LInk to Virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/15ejSS0xd44mg-g6GzPHc7p5W7ogHs84GgzJUX4OINK0/edit?usp=sharing
I was Overplayer. Players were Epidiah Ravachol Aaron Feild Sean Smith . Richard Rogers observed for a time.
https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5002/5335876311_e234d88dc4_z.jpg
Sunday Morning Swords
Sunday Morning Swords
#LeftCoastEdition 9am Pacific time, weekly!
Good morning!
Comment below to play, and mention if you have played before. Also mention if you're comfortable being Overplayer. Non-left-coasters and new players welcome.
I'll start a Hangout about 9:15 Pacific and invite everyone who commented. From there we can work out different groups if needed. Feel free to enjoy some breakfast while we play.
Also, use the hashtag #SundayAMSwords should you desire to chat about your game on the social medias. Visit http://www.worldswithoutmaster.com/blog/2014/7/14/sunday-morning-swords for more info and tips.
Swords Without Master
Originally shared by Sean Smith
Swords Without Master
Name: Kthoh-Arok
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/152/1/9/Baboon_Warrior_Wip_by_SkaraManger.png
Cursed by the vile and powerful sorcerer Tarathmane, this once animal, now savage half-man-half-monster, seeks revenge for his cruel transformation and torture.
Glum – The brooding evolved mind of a mutated half-man brings confusion and anger in a world that does not understand.
Jovial – The sound of the jungle, the thrill of the hunt, the primal, raw energy of the beast.
Tarathmane – A dark and twisted transmuter, powerful in the magical arts, able to bend the form of all things, and destined to alter the world to become his new realm.
Bone Armor of Arathon – Ancient bones of a fell demon, twisted and retooled, an aegis against the magical forces of the cosmos.
Omen – The great winged beasts seeking to relocate the favorite plaything of their dark master, always on the hunt, never resting, never stopping, ever howling their sinister cry in the night.
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/152/1/9/Baboon_Warrior_Wip_by_SkaraManger.png
Swords Without Master
Name: Kthoh-Arok
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/152/1/9/Baboon_Warrior_Wip_by_SkaraManger.png
Cursed by the vile and powerful sorcerer Tarathmane, this once animal, now savage half-man-half-monster, seeks revenge for his cruel transformation and torture.
Glum – The brooding evolved mind of a mutated half-man brings confusion and anger in a world that does not understand.
Jovial – The sound of the jungle, the thrill of the hunt, the primal, raw energy of the beast.
Tarathmane – A dark and twisted transmuter, powerful in the magical arts, able to bend the form of all things, and destined to alter the world to become his new realm.
Bone Armor of Arathon – Ancient bones of a fell demon, twisted and retooled, an aegis against the magical forces of the cosmos.
Omen – The great winged beasts seeking to relocate the favorite plaything of their dark master, always on the hunt, never resting, never stopping, ever howling their sinister cry in the night.
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/152/1/9/Baboon_Warrior_Wip_by_SkaraManger.png
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