tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78075943488345204542024-03-13T13:46:06.239-07:00My mother's a HobgoblinGoblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-19304152958184857382012-01-25T00:43:00.000-08:002012-01-25T00:54:04.152-08:00Looking for a villian... inquire withinI'm looking for a villain. The first stage of our latest campaign is rapidly coming to a conclusion - probably a bloody, hard-fought conclusion.<br />Once the dust settles, the wounds are bound and the wetstone is run over the swords I’m considering having another crack at DM'ing. It'll be my first DM'ing 4th edition - but life wasn't meant to be easy, right?<br /><br />I've been throwing some ideas around - I'm seeing a big bad stirring up a gang war to get everyone looking the other way while he/she gears up to snatch up the city.<br />There may be links with the underdark and plenty of sleight of hand - the players will find themselves chasing smoke and fighting off lesser enemies until they finally reach the big boss.<br /><br />Thoughts? Do I want a sexy, sultry succubus or medusa hiding behind a sumptuous mask? An elegant vampire sipping golden goblets of warmed blood from the safety of his villa as his cronies do the dirty work?<br />A doppelganger playing the part of a courtly, visiting merchant prince.<br />A human diabolist spinning evil webs of power around her?<br /><br />Thoughts?Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-57752640204653875012012-01-20T23:21:00.000-08:002012-01-20T23:39:01.371-08:00Under Siege - not the Steven Segal kind thoughSo, we're under siege. My 4th edition party has found itself defending the crumbling Hillsfar from a horde of Lamia-loving cultists, dominated rabble and of course... said Lamia.<br />So far, we've organised the city guard, completed hasty repairs to the walls and towers, created a second line of defence and formed a citizens' militia.<br />A quick sally through the sewers also knocked out an inflitration attempt and raided the cultists' camp.<br />Next session will see the horde descend on the city - and hopefully we can hold them back<br />But it got me thinking - organising frightened townsfolk, throwing together walls ala the Seven Samurai and generally finding yourself caught up in someone else's problem is pretty much par for the course for D&D.<br />All in a day's work for adventurer.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-42900658418201339432012-01-10T17:00:00.000-08:002012-01-10T21:43:06.250-08:00"So...you just sit around you listen to him make things up? How do you win?"<p>"So... you just sit around and listen to him make things up? How do you win?"</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>Quote from my wife after watching our DM describe a scene for our D&D group.</p>Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-81554777639830647262012-01-06T22:20:00.000-08:002012-01-06T22:23:22.725-08:00Life's cheap - but votes aren't<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">I've been throwing around some ideas for a new campaign with a new setting. While, I always abide by the ole "start small" adage - i figure I might as well have an idea of an over all setting.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Thoughts?<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Campaign idea: “Life’s cheap – but spells (and votes) aren’t”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"> The scene:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Grand, decadent and sprawling empire of humans that has endured for a thousand years since breaking free of an even older Elvish empire.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Things are starting to come apart – corruption is rife, the empire’s bureaucracy has taken over to the point that the real rulers are the money-grubbing civil servants and politicians who spend their entire career learning how to be a politician but have no idea how to rule.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">The empire has conquered various humanoid races (Hobgoblins, Goliaths, etc) under their rule and treat them like second-class citizens (non-humans can’t vote) and does a good job of keeping the borders free of the feared barbarians and other nasties.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">The Empire: Huge bureaucracy with a scheming senate and a clueless God-Emperor never seen in public. Mind-numbing laws and un-navigatable political system.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">It keeps good (if distant) relations with the older Elven empire and half-elves are highly regarded as lawyers, viziers, advisers, lobbyists and negotiators.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">But like all non-humans they can’t vote and are usually encountered as high-level bureaucrats.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">The large army of pikemen and Wyvern-mounted cavalry police the inner lands and keep the peace while a foreign legion style force called the Outland Watch patrol the borders, keep the monsters at bay and operate as Wild West-style marshals-cum-border ranger monster hunters.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">The Outland Watch: Often just called the Watch and its members referred to as Grey Riders or Grey Watchers due to their grey cloaks, the Outland Watch is the home of many non-humans, exiles, adventurers, jilted lovers and fools.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">A ten year hitch in the Watch guarantees citizenship and voting rights, regardless of race. But few survive their hitch and serving riders can’t vote unless they leave the service.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Service also absolves criminals and rebels while giving them a measure of respectability.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">This means a Goliath, who would only be one rung above slavehood in real life in the empire can join the Watch for the chance at citizenship and a measure of respect.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">However… the survival rate for members is amazingly low.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">The magic/technology: Magic is jealously guarded by the various colleges of magic, all sworn to the empire. Local wizards must have come from one of the empire’s closely monitored, screened and controlled magical academies and frequently find themselves assigned to government or military work as a way to pay off their “tuition fees”.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Wizards are also highly sought after by nobles and administrators.<br />Outside wizards are closely watched and sorcerers are treated with suspicious and obviously “barbarians” from the other side of the borders.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">The Empire still keeps in contact with its former Elven rulers and occasionally swaps magical items or parishioners.<br />Odder still are the occasional items or buildings discovered from a much older race. They include structures made of a hard, brittle metal, magic weapons that can spit flame and smoke and even stories of man-machine hybrids that once served as super soldiers.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">The setting: The back end of the empire. Rebellion seems to be in the air. The borders seem less stable. Taxes are rising, food is getting scarcer. And no help seems to be coming from the capital. Pcs have somehow ended up in the boondocks – are they newly minted Grey Riders fleeing a jealous lover/working off bad debts/keen to do the right thing or are they fomenting rebellion in the borderlands? Or maybe they’re just in the wrong spot at the right time?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"> </span></p>Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-10597851419654057612011-12-31T20:02:00.000-08:002011-12-31T20:18:39.188-08:004th edition session wrap upAs promised I thought I'd slap up a session report of the new group's first session.<br />Pat, our DM, pitched the setting to me as "Deadwood meets Forgotten Realms". I was hooked - his idea was a lawless, frontier setting where we'd ride into the middle of a town gripped by lawlessness and chaos.<br />If anyone has seen the top notch HBO tv show Deadwood, they know what I'm talking about.<br />My pc (a half orc ranger by the name of Mordoc Blackwood) has been dispatched to the town to investigate the slaying of its wizard-ruler.<br /><br />One of our players ended up pulling out at the last second so i ended up playing the Ardent (Therus) as well.<br />Here's the in-character report I did up to send to the group:<br /><br />To Baron Haarkon Magnuson,<br /><br />Milord, this being a true account of my time up to date in the city of<br />Hillsfar since you dispatched me to investigate the apparent murder of<br />Maalthiir.<br />Forgive my rough soldier’s hand and my poor grasp of words but I<br />thought it best that I tell you what has occurred so far.<br />My trek across the wilds of Cormanthor was relatively quiet – apart<br />from clearing out a small nest of bandits two days out of Hillsfar –<br />and upon reaching the city I found it in a state of chaos.<br />The wizard Maalthiir had ruled the city with an iron hand for several<br />hundred years and I expected Hillsfar to be in some sort of trouble.<br />From a peddler on the road I discovered the wizard was reputed to be<br />quiet mad – routinely executing those who displeased him and keeping<br />the citizens in line with threats and fear.<br />But the sight that I discovered was overwhelming: the city gates lay<br />open, garbage had not been cleaned up in weeks and the first thing<br />that greeted me was the sounds of a city guard nosily fornicating<br />with a slattern on the rampant.<br />I chanced across two other men at the city gates – a half elf by the<br />name of Therus and Elros, an elf – both had also come to the city<br />investigating the mysterious death.<br />It was about this time that the lusty guard finished up and hurled his<br />woman off the wall. She was dead of course, and as we entered we<br />found things continued from bad to worse.<br />Milord, you tasked me with finding a particular captain of the guard,<br />and by Kord I doubt any of us thought it was a task of such magnitude<br />when I first set out.<br />The city had seemingly descended into total anarchy – garbage clogged<br />the street and everywhere people staggered about seemingly drunk,<br />starving or even too stupid to realise their plight.<br />No guards stood watch – and no one attempted to break up the<br />occasional brawl or drunken argument that sprung up.<br />As we entered we spotted a man of some importance – clad in heavy<br />plate and flanked by several companions, all obviously guards – he<br />disappeared into a small tavern and left the others outside.<br />Each of them seemed in a state of half dress and half drunkenness – all<br />wielded weapons that were unclean and uncared for a none possessed a<br />full uniform.<br />I must confess, milord, I failed to reign my anger in when the group<br />of ruffians – I hesitate to call them soldiers – accosted us, jeering<br />at us for being non-human.<br />Initially we tried to push our way to the tavern door but were<br />repeatedly stopped, until one even fired a crossbow at us.<br />At that point, Kord forgive me, I snapped – headbutting the largest of<br />the thugs and drawing my blade. What followed was a farce. The guards<br />were drunk and ill-trained and didn’t stand a chance.<br />Therus came immediately to my aid, rushing the group with his halberd<br />cackling wildly while Elros flanked the crossbowman.<br />It’s best, milord if I describe my companions – Elros seems a quite<br />sort and, as I’m about to describe a sorcerer of some power.<br />The half elf on the other hand seems… rather mad. There was certainly<br />an otherworldy aspect to him and he seems more than a simple sellsword<br />although I do not yet know what he is.<br />He also seems to thrive on sowing chaos and is possible unhinged.<br />While Elros bewildered our enemies with a series of icy blasts I<br />attacked with the flat of my sword in order not to kill the idiots.<br />Therus on the other hand decided it was ok to hack away.<br />It was quickly over – a battered with the hilt of my blade and then<br />some threats saw our foes off.<br />Inside things weren’t much better. In every corner patrons were<br />fighting or fornicating while the guard captain sat, unheeding, at the<br />bar.<br />He was an odd one – immaculately clean and precise with a slightly<br />otherworldly feeling about him and spoke of strange things. He seemed<br />uncaring of the chaos, telling us every human should live as he saw<br />fit and squeeze as much as they could from their short lives.<br />He told us that Maalthiir has frequented an up market brothel two<br />weeks ago and then disappeared.<br />After settling in he agreed to take us to the bawdy house and left us<br />there. Inside we discovered the brothel was a classy affair and we<br />were soon accosted by the host – an older but still beautiful woman<br />called Maria – and the house’s girls.<br />It was Elros who pointed out that many of the girls were non-humans,<br />including halflings and half elves.<br />For the price of a platinum coin we discovered the wizard Maalthiir<br />was a regular and had seen a new girl (a girl who had started that<br />very day) and then promptly disappeared. We checked the room, which<br />seemed harmless enough – until the creature struck.<br />From no where a giant metal snake appeared and bit me, taking a decent<br />chunk from my shoulder. Bloodied I staggered back while my companions<br />attacked – Therus charging in with his longarm while Elros dived<br />across the room – hurling eldritch fire as he bounced off the huge,<br />canopied bed.<br />Now armed with both of my blades I waded in, hacking repeatedly at the<br />construct – I struck it repeatedly, while Therus poked it.<br />Despite its size the beast eventually succumbed to our attacks – I<br />dispatched it with a double slash that took its giant, hooded head<br />off.<br />Almost immediately we were again set upon – this time by two small<br />clay creatures. We turned them into dust in a matter of seconds and<br />again searched the room.<br />Inside a large, locked chest (which I was forced to break open with my<br />sword after our repeated attempts to lockpick) we found a dried scarab<br />beetle.<br />Taking this mysterious object we again descended down to speak with<br />the girls. Milord, I’d rather this next part did not go any further.<br />I bedded the owner of the house several times that night in an effort<br />to extract further information about this mystery.<br />I discovered that Maalthiir was a regular but the girl he had last<br />seen had since disappeared. She stayed in the brothel less than a day<br />and saw several high ranking members of the city guard, before<br />servicing the wizard. My charms also got me a chance to see the<br />establishment’s books – revealing the names of the guards the missing<br />woman had seen.<br />Much later we reconvened with the guard captain and discovered that<br />all of these guards had gone missing.<br />Sensing a growing mystery I offered him my services as a guard captain<br />and my companions as my lieutenants to restore order to the city, one<br />quarter at a time.<br />Therus spent much of the afternoon speaking with locals and among<br />other things came across some strange carvings on the city walls – odd<br />and disturbing runes seemingly scratched by a madman.<br />So we found ourselves operating from a new, large guard house in the<br />merchants’ quarter – I dispatched Elros to the docks where he returned<br />with several men of questionable character.<br />Being as I had dismissed the remaining city guards, fearing their incompetence.<br />That night, as we finished the repairs to the converted house we were attacked.<br />Four men – one a huge giant – all clad in matching loin cloths stood<br />outside chanting and wailing. They repeatedly ordered us to “give her<br />back”. All were heavily armed.<br />I immediately took the fight to them – diving out of the house’s<br />window, I dispatched one of the cultists with a double slash and moved<br />into the fray.<br />Therus on the other hand found himself battered as the giant fighter<br />kicked in the front door and hacked him down with his giant pair of<br />scimitars.<br />Elros meanwhile followed my example and sprung out of the window –<br />spitting spells at the attackers.<br />The battle was a near thing – we discovered on of the cultists was a<br />wizard and repeatedly called lighting down to strike my companions. I<br />was badly hurt killing him and the other cultists before falling on<br />the giant from behind.<br />Therus was hurt even worse but still managed to put up a plucky defence<br />Milord, we are now recovering from our wounds and have begun<br />patrolling the nearby streets.<br />I plan to recruit and train more guards who will be loyally solely to<br />us in an effort to clean up this town.<br />We will continue to investigate this growing mystery – I fear the<br />cultists, the unsettling graffiti and the missing ruler are all<br />interconnected.<br /><br />I have dispatched this letter on a caravan heading your way and hope<br />to hear soon.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-89330883822686114082011-12-29T18:31:00.000-08:002011-12-29T18:50:11.288-08:00I'm baaaaack, baby!"I'm back,"<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Erus</span> grunted, shifting his shield onto his shoulder and started down the hill. The village before him was almost alien - it had doubled in size and now spread across both banks of the river since he had last clapped eyes on it.<br />The old growth forest that he had so loved as a child had been cut back and replaced with new buildings of wood and stone.<br />It had been 15 years since he had joined the roving band of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">adventurer's</span> and left the village - 15 years of battle and treasure. Despair and joy. Laughter and misery.<br />In 15 years he had slain hordes of enemies. Collected a king's ransom in gold. And lost it. He'd bedded hundreds of beauties. And held dozens of friends as their lifeblood spilled onto the ground.<br />And now he was home.<br />Head held high, hand on sword he marched through the town, looking for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">familiar</span> face. The house he had grown up in was gone, replaced by a new one. His father's smithy was now a stable.<br />Finally he reached it - the inn he had so loved as a young villager. No longer did the black cat sign swing from it's lintel. Now a pair of tankards hung there.<br />"Oi! who the hell are you?!"<br /><br />That's right.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gobbo's</span> back. I know it's been almost a year in between posts but this blog has often been in my thoughts and many was the time that i thought "I really need to get back to blogging".<br />But life... as it always does got in the way.<br />In the past year we've moved cities, I've changed jobs, got a pretty major promotion, my wife's grandmother died and my mother suffered a heart attack.<br />As all this happened, a few ugly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">occurrences</span> seemed to be taking place among the online <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OSRIC</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bloggers</span> and the whole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">environment</span> didn't feel all that friendly.<br />so it's been a pretty rough trot that was pretty much devoid of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">roleplaying</span>.<br /><br />But I'm back - and oddly enough it took D&D 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span> edition to drag me back, kicking and screaming.<br />About six months ago I ended up playing 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span> edition with a couple of fellas i met online - I was looking for a game (any game!) and they were also in the same position of having just moved to Sydney.<br />We hit it off, we had a ball and then the game folded - certain players couldn't be bothered anymore, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">DM</span> had some personal shit to deal with... same old story.<br />The good news is that the core group of those players have kicked off another campaign - another 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">th</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">edition</span>.<br />Now... I'm willing to admit 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">th</span> edition is not exactly blowing me away but i am enjoying gaming and I'm finding I'm actually enjoying the mechanics of 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">th</span>.<br />Best of all, I'm playing rather than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">DM'ing</span>: we've got a first time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">DM</span> who appreciates my support (we'll bounce ideas off each other and sling emails back and forth all week leading up to a game) and a group of mainly younger guys who are first time players.<br />Yep - not only am I the old man of the group but I'm the only one has ever played 1st and 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">nd</span> edition.<br />While this goes a long way to making me feel old it also means my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">pc</span> (a half <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">orc</span> ranger) has developed into a mentor-like character rather than an out and out leader type, which is great.<br /><br />So you can expect the following from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Gobbo</span> in the coming days and weeks: session reports, 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">th</span> to old school conversions and vice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">versa</span> (I said i was enjoying 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">th</span> not that I'd given up on old school gaming), my thoughts on the new edition.... and general geek stuff.<br />And I'm sure I can get some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">BoL</span> in here as well.<br /><br />So - friends, Romans, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Gobbo</span> lovers, gather around.<br /><br />Now, if only i can get these kids to understand what a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">THACO</span> is...Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-2216503680027350552010-10-04T20:25:00.000-07:002010-10-04T21:35:56.963-07:00BoL: an NPC for every game IIIYou walk into a bar, right...<br />Aluyu gave the tavern door a shove, letting it swing open with a loud creak. Almost instantly the music and hubbub of voices stopped.<br />Stepping forward he drank in the room - a dozen faces stared back, each set of eye, each weathered cheek told a different story.<br />Unslinging his baldric he tossed his short sword to the wretch cowering by the door and mounted the creaky steps to the bar.<br />"Ale," he barked to the greasy tub of lard working behind the bar.<br />First the bard started wailing on his oddly shaped pipe. then the talk resumed.<br />When the drink had come and the sellsword had parted with two copper bits, he turned to take in the other patrons.<br /><br />So, back by popular demand are more ready made NPCs for Barbarians of Lemuria<br /><br />The Duelist<br />Noble houses are known to frequently feud and when they do, it is better to send hirelings to do the dirty work.<br />Once a mere vagabond the duelist has made a name for himself as the fastest blade in town.<br />When a noble wants a rival removed or an opponent humiliated, they call the duelist.<br />For a simple pouch of gold that rival will suddenly find himself facing off with this dark caped swordsman in a back alley.<br />St: 1 Ag: 1 Md: Ap:<br />Bwl: Mle: 2 Msl: Dfc:<br /><br />Mercenary 1<br />Thief 1<br />Longsword, short sword, dark clothes<br /><br />Gentleman adventurer<br />Some men are content to sit at home, grow fat off their coins and die content. Others like this gentleman find they have a thirst for something much more.<br />Once a rich noble this character sold off all his possessions in order to quest into dary crypts, deep jungles and across unending seas.<br />Generally found bloodied and bruises or covered in grime the gentleman adventurer spends coins as fast as he receives them on financing his next great adventure.<br />St: -1 Ag: 1 Md: 1 Ap: 1<br />Bwl: Mle: 1 Msl: Dfc: 1<br /><br />Noble 1<br />Soldier 1<br />Heavy armour decorated with silver links and studded with gems, expertly painted shield, ridiculously plumed helmet, short sword<br /><br />Big Game Hunter<br />With feline grace a beauty one would expect to find this lass on a sheik's pleasure barge. Instead this wild woman lives for one thing: the hunt.<br />An expert tracker she is proficient with a range of hunting weapons and has been known to go weeks without sleep or rest while on the hunt.<br />Little is known about her, but is reputed to be the last of a tribe of savages who lived high in the mountains. A tribe where women ruled by their might and men were mere pretty playthings.<br />St: Ag: 1 Md: -1 Ap: 2<br />Bwl: Mle: 1 Msl: 1 Dfc:<br />Hunter 2<br />Brace of spears, knife, slings. Leather and fur garments (acts as very light armour)<br /><br />Withered seeress<br />The seeress can see into the future. And, it is reputed, into the very hearts of men.<br />But to gave upon her is to risk madness and only the bravest will seek her counsel.<br />Over the years she has been in the employee of great lords, ladies, kings and empresses but only for a short period.<br />Her mere appearance is enough to make her employees sick of her. Despite her wealth, the seeress wears tattered dark robes and the few who have seen past her ratty veils say she is horrid to look upon.<br />But folk still seek her visions.<br />St: Ag: Md: 3 Ap: -1<br />Bwl: Mle: Msl: 1 Dfc: 1<br />Sorceress 1<br />Scribe 1<br />Tattered robes, occult trinkets, fetishes and objects.<br /><br />The haunted highwayman<br />Once this bandit had a life, a wife and a babe on the hip. He was never rich but he had a farm and some land.<br />All this changed when bandits came - his wife was raped and then sold to the slavers and his child thrown into the fire.<br />He was given the chance - join or die. A coward he chose to side with the band and has spent the last years raiding and pillaging with the group.<br />But his thirst for vengeance has been carefully fed each day he spends with the brigands.<br />One day he will have his revenge.<br />St: 2 Ag: Md: Ap:<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: 1 Msl: Dfc:<br />Bandit 1<br />Farmer 1<br />Short sword, light armour<br /><br />The Stout soldier<br />A fighter, fighting man, man-at-arms, serviceman, swad, warrior. He is all of these things.<br />The professional soldier is a fighter sworn to his lord's service - in return for protection and agreeing to fight when and wherever he receives food, lodging and gold.<br />His body is criss-crossed with the scars of his trade but life is good for this one.<br />St: 2 Ag: Md: Ap:<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: 2 Msl: -1 Dfc:<br />Soldier 2<br />Short sword, spear, shieldGoblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-12375223084190437172010-09-21T19:54:00.000-07:002010-09-21T20:27:46.534-07:00BoL spells: Form of the AnimalMelk-a-Spa watched the peddler trundle down the cracked marble steps, half tripping as he stepped heavily onto the weed-choked ground.<br />With a backwards glance the man, his grimy travelling rags slick with sweat, ran into the distance.<br />Letting out a low chuckle Melk hurled the silver goblet over his shoulder. It landed in the middle of the ruined temple's floor with clang.<br />The sorcerer's piercing green eyes took in the ruined temple with one a quick glance - pillars had crumbled and fallen, collapsing much of the roof and green weeds and flowers had sprouted out of much of the cracked floors which had once hosted divine commune with Knothakon, god of knowledge.<br />Now it was but a shadow of its former glory - and temporary home to Melk-a-Spa, powerful magi and wizard.<br />In the past month he had spent pouring over the remains of the temple's ancient library seeking the knowledge he sought but that meddling peddler had interrupted his work.<br />"You're right, of course. He can;t be allowed to talk," he said.<br />"The little cretin cannot interrupt my work."<br />The object of his discourse made a high pitch but unrecognisable mumble. It was hard to form real words when you were gagged.<br />The lithe slave girl let out a muffled scream and pulled again her shackles. She was hanging upside down, suspended above the great obsidian block that had once formed the temple's altar.<br />It now held a collection of the objects that were Melk's craft: a human skull, painted with swirling runes and signals, a great bronze dagger, a shallow clay bowl, a handful of bright red feathers and an ancient papyrus scroll held tight with a lock of dark hair.<br />The girl futily jigged the chains once more as Melk approached - her lithe, long body and ebony skin was slick with sweat and her brown eyes had enlarged to ridiculous size in fear as he stepped forward.<br />With a casual flick of his wrists he unhooked the heavy cloak, letting it pool on the floor. Next the heavy gold head dress and amulets were discarded and finally the animal pelt kilt.<br />All the while the wizard chanted, his rich, deep voice naming names not said in eons and calling on his master to help. He could feel the first trickle of power and then the slow build as dark powers surged around him.<br />"I'm afraid this is goodbye, my dear,"<br />With a quick movement, he slashed the bronze knife across her gorgeous throat - not enough to kill instantly - but deep enough to let the blood flow into the bowl.<br />Instantly, Melk could feel his limbs surge with power, his dark visage twisting and turning.<br /><br />Huffing and puffing the peddler surged through the jungle- he had left his wares at the foot of the old ruined temple when he fled for his life. The man had only caught a glimpse of the goings-ons inside the old building but it was enough to send him packing.<br />The old temple had been wrecked for more than a century and was a common stopping spot for peddlers, merchants and vagabonds - but obviously something else had taken up residence there.<br />Cuffing strands of grey hair back out of his face the peddler drew to a stop. Surely he was safe no.<br />Suddenly there was a flick of movement to his left - spinning to face it, the little man drew a small blade from the depths of his robes.<br />"Forgive me - I saw nothing!" he screamed in terror.<br />"Let me go and I'll forget the whole thing!"<br />There was a scuffle of plants - and the merchant turned expecting to see the giant, darked skinned mad he had glimpsed at work in the temple. Instead - a giant, black jungle cat stepped lightly from the brush.<br />"Get! Get going! Go cat!" the peddler yelled, kicking up a surge of dust at the animal.<br />Instead the creature looked up at him with strange, green eyes.<br />The peddler screamed.<br /><br />BoL spell:<br /><br />A spell of the second magnitude, changing shape is a difficult operation even for the most powerful of wizards. The caster must ensure that he or she is not carried into the soul of the best too much.<br />Many are the sorcerers who have changed shape for a lark or some errand and found themselves enamoured of their newfound senses and unable to change back.<br /><br />As per standard BoL rules: this spell cost 10 Arcane Power. For every casting requirement after the first that the magician can comply with or chooses, you can reduce the cost by 1 point, down to a minimum of 6 Arcane Power.<br /><br />When a wizard changes shape they are usually required to offer human sacrifice in order to appease nature and compensate for the sheer audacity of changing form. (Counts as a -1 casting requirement)<br /><br />The spell usually wears off in 2d6 +2 hours. Casters are left extremely fatigued afterwards and cannot undertake strenuous activity.<br /><br />Lord Hegil-ag Kuol, a magister of some repute advised bedding down with two slave girls following the return to human form. After several hours of sleep, in which the girls kept him warm he was reportedly ready for more strenuous activity.<br /><br />Casters can usually take on the form of any animal they are reasonably familiar with<br /><br />In addition to sacrifice many masters of the arcane art make use of special items as a focus: Crystals from the Shii-An desert are common as fare magical ropes tied from the hair of drowning victims. (these are especially helpful when attempting to take the form of a marine creature)Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-28734210121940158832010-08-29T18:20:00.000-07:002010-08-29T18:31:50.814-07:00Long time between posts and - a new shirt<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KPDlTyWj3Y/THsJ3qhyzBI/AAAAAAAAACs/DN3t4BwHIgY/s1600/pizza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511009420931419154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KPDlTyWj3Y/THsJ3qhyzBI/AAAAAAAAACs/DN3t4BwHIgY/s320/pizza.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KPDlTyWj3Y/THsJ2xxAw5I/AAAAAAAAACk/rFQl_4GsMIQ/s1600/pizza3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511009405694428050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KPDlTyWj3Y/THsJ2xxAw5I/AAAAAAAAACk/rFQl_4GsMIQ/s320/pizza3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Sorry guys, between real life and such I've really been neglecting this blog.</div><br /><br /><div>But something happened last week that made me remember why a) I started up this little venture and b) why I enjoy gaming so much.</div><br /><br /><div>As many of you may have seen, I enjoy a pretty good relationship with the old salt at <a href="http://www.strangestones.com/">http://www.strangestones.com/</a> - if you've not checked it out - DO SO.</div><br /><br /><div>Pao has lots to say and only 50 per cent of it is the mad mutterings of a loony Texan.</div><br /><br /><div>Some time back I decided I was going to do my semi-regular newspaper column on childhood haunts- those special places that stick in our heads.</div><br /><br /><div>It's that pizza place or that deli that you often found yourself in - for me it was a place called Danny's, a tiny little diner that looked like it had staggered out of Happy Days.</div><br /><br /><div>Sadly the owners weren't trying to emulate the Fonz's haunt - it just hadn't seen a new coat of paint or a good repair job since 1959...</div><br /><br /><div>But it was a refuge for my friends and I after school, a place you could forget about school, girls and parents and have some fun.</div><br /><br /><div>In response to this Pao ended up telling me all about one of his childhood haunts - Texas' Conan's Pizza - my column ended up being one of the few times our paper has written about pizza, role playing games, the art of Frank Frazetta and callipygian curved lasses.</div><br /><br /><div>Yep, you heard me...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>In response, ther very kind and oh so generous Pao sent me this shirt - and I thank him very much.</div><br /><br /><div>Sadly my wife recoils in horrors every time I wear the bloody thing...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Now, this might read like a bit of a nothing post, but I think my real point is that gaming (or blogging about gaming) brings people together.</div><br /><br /><div>Generally strange people, strange people with long, unwashed hair and a bad taste in shirts... but people none the less.</div><br /><br /><div>So - thanks to everyone out there gaming.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>And I really just wanted to show off this shirt on the interwebs.</div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-63742084356170328052010-07-25T18:11:00.000-07:002010-07-25T18:12:16.481-07:00Roll up a backstory - BoL style<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Keroki</span> captain of the inner palace guards slowly let out along breath as he knocked his bow and sighted on the target down range.The crowd was still as he drew back the cord and then in one smooth moment left loose. The shaft sped forward and smashed directly into the centre of the target.Around him the crowd - courtiers and commoners alike burst into applause.Grinning maniacally the brawny soldiers began to saunter up the stairs to where the king or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Urceb</span> and his inner council awaited.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Keroki</span> had served as captain of the inner guards for three years now, just as his father had done before him. An unpopular figure at court, despite his family connection, he knew the courtiers mocked him as a comic, uncultured figure.He knew they called him ‘‘the butcher boy’’.But nothing mattered today, he mused, as he strutted forward - barely noticing Tor the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Axonian</span>, the newly appointed captain of the middle guard, taking his place on the shooting platform.The brawny soldier hawked and spat in contempt for the barbarian who had appeared suddenly and wormed his way into the palace guards’ ranks.Still intent on walking towards the royal box where he would be acclaimed champion of the New Year Archery Competition <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Keroki</span> was oblivious to the commotion as Tor aimed and shot – knocking his own arrow out of the way.As the crowd laughed at chanted he turned bright red and watched in horror as the barbarian mounted the steps to take the winner’s chalice.Everyone knew the barbarian could swing a sword, shoot a bow and throw a javelin better than any of the other guards - but to reward him like this was too much.<br />***<br /><br />So how do you kick off a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">BoL</span> campaign? It’s far too convenient to have your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pcs</span> meet over drinks at the local tavern and decide to go a-adventuring.But Howard rarely started his Conan stories with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Cimmerian</span> looking for adventure. No, Conan normally started as captain of the palace guard, a mercenary working the supply routes or a new in town thief looking for extra coin.I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ve</span> knocked up a quick and dirty ‘‘starting occupation’’ table.You’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ve</span> decided to start a nice little campaign in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Parsool</span> - but what are the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">pcs</span> doing in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Parsool</span> and how do they get involved in the quest to find the ancient relics, save the beautiful priestess from sacrifice at the hands of crazed cultists and broker a treat between warring clans?Simple - roll up a nice little starting occupation. The idea is not to replace the careers but I figure it’s a good idea for getting started. If the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">pcs</span> roll up a couple of soldiers and then a no good sort, it’s pretty easy to decide that say the two guards captured the thief breaking into the palace but the trio decided to work together, etc.1) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">pc</span> is new in town and makes for the nearest tavern to hear the latest gossip and wet his whistle2) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">pc</span> has entered the area with a trade caravan - either as a caravan guard, a merchant, a general all rounder or a teamster3) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">pc</span> is involved in the local <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">fleshtrade</span>. Either as a prostitute - high class or common street walker - or a pimp operating a stable of girls (or boys). Maybe the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">pc</span> in fact stands guard for the brothel or works as a stand over man4) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">pc</span> is a cop with city watch or town guard - walking the beat and keeping the peace5) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">pc</span> is employed by a wizard or sorceress or alchemist. But in what capacity? Apprentice? General Dog’s Body or test subject?6) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">pc</span> is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">sellsword</span> looking for work - with sword in hand the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">pc</span> has arrived in the region looking for work and spends his or her day hanging around the market, the hiring halls and soldiers’ flophouses and taverns looking for employment7) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">pc</span> is an enlisted man with the local army or a common sailor in the fleet. You’re a grunt, perhaps drafted or maybe a volunteer in the irregular company8) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">pc</span> is living off the land - maybe they own a farm or they are working as a farm hand, cutting wood and clearing brush for their keep9) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">pc</span> is employed in an honest trade - blacksmith, metalworker, tanner, etc10) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">pc</span> is an officer - maybe the first mate of a ship or captain of the palace guard11) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">pc</span> wakes up in a cell - have they been thrown in the palace dungeon caught inciting a riot? Involved in a drunken brawl? Mistaken for a master criminal? Or maybe you’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">ve</span> woken up deep in the bowels of the thieves’ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">guildhouse</span>? Or a cult’s secret lair?12) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">pc</span> has somehow ended up as a noble of the kingdom? How? You decide...Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-15420167545044205212010-07-07T23:05:00.000-07:002010-07-07T23:08:27.671-07:00BoL foe: ZoliqueZolique raised his goblet in a mocking salute and then drank deeply from the silver chalice.<br />"May Ka, the Master Maker shine bright on your endeavours Lord Prince," he said once he had swallowed.<br />Reclining on the opposite pillow Prince Likia ah-Hakk grimaced at the ironic toast but also drank. The wizard had demonstrated now that none of the food or drink was poisoned and he felt slightly more at rest.<br />Around them more than two hundred courtiers, merchants, and nobles rested on great silken pillows arrayed around the long tables that took up the centre of the gilded hall.<br />The prince had received the elegant invite the week before - a long papyrus scroll, sealed with black silk and wax and written in a fine hand.<br />Curious to be invited to a feast by his one his primary rivals he had accepted and now found himself in the great hall of the wizard Zolique.<br />"I am glad you came Lord Prince, I feared that some of my... indiscretions had caused a great gulf between our houses," the wizard said, gesturing with one hand for more wine while using the other to stroke his wispy grey beard.<br />The city's ruler almost barked in laughter. The dammed wizard had appeared less than a year ago and in that time he had erected this great, slab-sided, pyramid near the centre of the city without permission and then turned the entire kingdom on its head.<br />First he had drawn half of the women in the city to his bed - never to be seen again and then he had incited the bloody peasants into open revolt by declaring that taxes were a sin. That, that had cost the prince dearly in soldiers and gold.<br />The sorcerer flouted the rules of the city at every step.<br />"On the contrary my friend. You must forgive our provincial ways here in Ulldulla, it is far too rare that sorcerers of your calibre live among us," the prince said oily.<br />Never let it be say that I cannot honey my words like the best of them, you snake headed bag of shit, he thought inwardly.<br />Drinking from his goblet once more Zolique craned his head, looking over the lord's shoulder.<br />"Ahah! at last, the entertainment begin," he said as a sudden wave of drum and flute music flooded from a corridor.<br />"You will have to forgive me, Lord Prince - until recently I was very much unaccustomed to the pleasures of high society."<br />Likia knew this from the rumours he had sourced: the wizard had been a mere beggar child in some far-flung city before being discovered by a magician who had taken him in.<br />The wizard suddenly clapped like a child, as dozens of beautiful women swirled into the feasting hall to the tune of flutes, drums and bells. Each woman - some dusty skinned others pale and flaxen haired was clad only in the briefest of silk girdles and jewellery. And all of them had glazed over, totally empty eyes.<br />With a start the prince recognised several former ladies of the court - the ones who had disappeared into the wizard's lair months ago. Most he didn't know but he guessed they shared a similar fate.<br />Hours passed in a blur of good food, strong wine and the swirling, twisting flesh until finally Zolique stood, raising both gaunt arms to the domed roof as he did.<br />The music stopped and the drunken diners finished with a clatter.<br />"My friends - it has come time to tell you all why I have gathered you here!"<br />Around the table there was nervous muttering, which dissolved into laughter at the drunken belch of a fat silk trader at the far end of the table.<br />"Enough!" the wizard shouted. Letting the room sink once more into silence.<br />"More than 40 years ago I was nothing more than a beggar child on the streets on this very city, a nothing living in the gutter,"<br />Likia's eyes widened at this revelation - he had not known the wizard was born here.<br />"For years he scratched out a living, and not once did any of your ilk bother to notice me- none of you.<br />"Tonight we have gathered the riches traders and merchants, nobles who live in opulent villas and the great men of the city - including our lord prince."<br />As he spoke the wizard gestured wildly at the gathered host. His dark eyes bored into the soul of each one - a brawny soldier rewarded with a title, a fat wine merchant and his young wife who had drunkenly pulled down her gown to reveal great, pale breasts and finally the hawk nosed Prince.<br />"Tonight you die"<br />Suddenly with a collective feral growl, the dancing girls leapt at the guests - their mouths warped into hateful grimaces and their fine fingers suddenly hooked like sharp talons.<br />Gore flew as the screams rang out - all the while Zolique cackled with glee.<br />Watching as his subjects became red puddles Likia spun, kicking aside his pillow as he fled - only to be confronted by the wizard who had moved with blinding speed.<br />"I think not, Lord Prince," he smiled mockingly.<br />Turning, Likia saw he was the only one left - the others were crumpled, bloody messes, and the girls had now gathered around him.<br /><br />Zolique<br />St:<br />Ag: 1<br />Mn: 3<br />Ap:<br /><br />Bwl: 2<br />Mle:<br />Rng: 1<br />Dfc: 1<br /><br />Lifeblood: 10<br /><br />Beggar: 1<br />Thief: 0<br />Scribe: 2<br />Wizard: 4Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-42969565421255905192010-06-17T22:36:00.000-07:002010-06-17T23:15:28.537-07:00BoL foe: Gren Ilyria the Crimson LadyLord <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ulfrix</span> pushed aside the crimson velvet curtains and stomped into the stone basement, 20 of his best <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">spearmen</span> behind him - each of them clad in the purple <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cloaks</span>, bronze breastplates, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">greaves</span> and helmets of his Tigers of Lix.<br />The scene that the warlord was confronted with made him gasp with horror.<br />The formerly bare stone room had been decked out and draped with velvet and pelts and at least 30 naked forms writhed in the midst of passion.<br />In font of him his personal batman was pumped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">enthusiastically</span>while a young slave girl screamed with pleasure, further away a woman crouched dog-like while two men -<br />"What manner of filth is this?!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ulfrix</span> yelled. With one swift motion he drew his sword, bringing the blade about he struck it loudly against the steel rim of his shield.<br />The rumours were true, it seemed. The warlord beat his sword against the shield even harder.<br />Oblivious the couples continued their carnal act.<br />And then from the rear of the hall she stood. A tall, beautiful form rose from the mass of naked flesh.<br />His young wife <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Gren</span> stood - naked save for the red <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cloak</span> thrown over her shoulders and the giant horns that rested on her head.<br />It had been four years since the warlord had left his home to campaign, four years that he hadn't seen his new wife and now she walked in public almost as naked as the day she was born.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ulfrix</span> started to stutter a reply but the woman held out one hand - and suddenly the head dress she wore began to hum. She wore a thick leather headband that had two great black horns <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">affixed</span> to it.<br />"What matter of evil is this?" he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">growly</span> - only to be confronted by two of his men who stepped forward.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Luhj</span>, one of his toughest fighters, let his spear clatter to the ground and clasped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ruk</span>, a devoted family man when not on the battlefield, by the shoulders.<br />The pair began to paw at each other, their mouths meeting.<br />His protest died on his lips as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Ulfrix's</span> men began to grasp each other or run into the orgy presented before them.<br />"Fall on your knees, man and realise the power of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Gren</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Illyria</span> - The Crimson Lady"<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Gren</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ilyria</span> the Crimson Lady<br />St: -1<br />Ag:<br />Md:1<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Ap</span>: 4<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Bwl</span>:<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Mle</span>: 1<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Rng</span>: 2<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Dfc</span>: 1<br /><br />Lifeblood: 9<br /><br />Wizard: 2<br />Scribe: 0<br />Dancer: 1<br />Priest: 1<br /><br />Boons: Attractive, Magic of the Sorcerer-Kings<br />Flaws: Addiction<br /><br />Dagger, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">spellbooks</span> and components, The Horns of Lust<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Gren</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Illria</span>, sometimes known as the Crimson Lady is a seductress and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">enchanter</span> of the highest form.<br />It is whispered that she started life as one of the Temple Virgins of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Knothakon</span>, God of Wisdom but soon tired of the duty after learning all that she could.<br />What is know is that this beautiful woman, who looks hardly a day of 20 is actually well into her second century.<br />Somewhere along the way she made a pact with a dark god who bestowed a frightening head dress upon her in exchange for horrible <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">sacrifice</span>. The horned head dress feeds on lust, giving the wearer extreme power and negating the effects of aging.<br />Over the years <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Gren</span> has appeared everywhere - as the young wife of rulers, the court sorcerer, owner of a high class brothel, a wandering rogue - and every where she has gone lust, chaos and destruction follow.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-73541240017121396162010-06-01T23:06:00.000-07:002010-06-01T23:51:01.780-07:00BoL foe: Morgur-Zeel AlisThe necromancer bent low over the body of the noblewoman, his dark eyes drinking in every detail with fervor.<br />A light, gauzy, cloth had been thrown over her and even with only the dim light of his flickering torch he could see every tantalising inch of her: from her glossy raven-coloured hair, her cool alabaster skin and the rosy tips.<br />And soon all of her would be his.<br />"Master- are you ready?" there was a bestial rumble from behind him and the sorcerer stood abruptly, angers at the interruption.<br />"Yes, yes - you have prepeared the rites as I ordered? good, good - let us begin then."'<br />Morgur-Zeel Alis, the necromancer raised both gloved hands to the silver mask that encased his entire face and carefully undid the laces that bound it over his face.<br />Months ago he had spied this beauty: Alita el-buderia, eldest daughter of the visiting ambassador of far off, Tyr-Sog, she and her father were newly arrived in the city and he had spotted her across the room at some reception.<br />The tall wizard let out a long breath as he thought back to that night. She had looked radiant, clad in light, flowing silks of the eastern kingdoms, her hair artfully pinned back in a web of jewels.<br />But his advances had been rebuffed - her mind poisoned by the honeyed words dripped into her ears by those fawning dogs - those popinjays and lizard eyed peacocks.<br />It had been a simple matter to enter her room in a shadowy form and administer the potion into her winecup.<br />Now, looking at her still lovely form he was overjoyed that death had not marred her beauty.<br />"Master! We must hurry - the temple guards could be here any moment," his assistant quipped.<br />The pair had drawn the circle and dabbed the mixture of blood and crushed root to the corner of the dead woman's mouth. It was time to begin.<br />With quick movements, Alis removed his mask and passed the face covering of beaten silver to his assistant.<br />The mask had been hammered into the leering visage of a jackal and inlaid with tiny diamonds and the torchlight reflected off it.<br />Alis pretended not to notice his apprentice's slight wince when he glimpsed his master's visage.<br />"ah -ana-al-anak-al ut -DRAK!" the necromancer spoke the words of power and could instantly feel the temperature in the chamber drop.<br />The flickering torches suddenly dimmed. He quickly tugged off his left glove, holding out his hand he waited patiently as the assistant drew the dagger across his palm, allowing several drops of blood to fall onto the corpse.<br />"ah-ana- al-anak-al ut- FEELIOR!" he barked - instantly there was the prickly of energy... and then nothing.<br />"Morgur-Zeel - you pox faced bastard! Stop right there!"<br />The necromancer whirled around to find Lord el-buderia and half a dozen of his retainers - all clad in leather breastplates and armed with swords - blocking the portal to the tomb.<br />"What are you doing with my daughter?" the lord snarled, drawing his short sword.<br />The necromancer held up a warding hand - that was instantly encased in swirling, eldric green light.<br />Behind him Alita moaned softly and sat bolt upright on the slab.<br /><br />Morgur-Zeel Alis<br />St:<br />Ag: 1<br />Mnd:4<br />Ap: -1<br /><br />Bwl:<br />Mle: 2<br />Rng: 1<br />Dfc: 1<br /><br />Lifeblood: 10<br /><br />Wizard (necromancer): 3<br />Priest: 1<br />Noble: 1<br />Alchemist: 1<br /><br />Boons:<br />Fearsome Looks, Magic of the Sorcerer-Kings, Learned<br />Flaws: Unsettling, Arrogant<br /><br />Equipment: Silver mask, staff, dagger, spells books and other instruments.<br /><br />Morgur-Zeel Alis is a powerful necromancer who has gained much power in his study of the dark arts. Originally from a small town in the Kothian Confederation he was born to a minor noble house.<br />All that is known is that there was an incident when he was about 16 and Alis was banished by his family - stories told in taverns told of a dead sister and a horrible accident that left him horribly mutilated. But no one knows for sure.<br />But more than a decade later Alis returned to the Kothian lands a powerful sorcery with the ability to bend minds, warp wood and steel and - it is whispered - raise the dead from their rest.<br />His time in exile had left him a bitter, twisted man and in a fit of rage he struck his father, vowing to never ever step foot in the same house.<br />The next morning everyone who bore the Alis name was discovered dead in their beds without a mark on them.<br />He is a tall, thin man, who mostly gets around draped in dark but richly worked robes and always his mask.<br />Few have seen his face and of those that have... they prefer not to talk of it. The mask of beaten silver has been cunningly worked into the visage of a jackal - a scavenger dog-thing of the east and crusted with small diamonds near the eyes.<br />Simple slits have been cut for eye, mouth and nose holes.<br />Alis has a tower in Oxy but is known to travel the lands, accompanied by loyal retainers and assistants - all that is known is that he has an insatiable appetite for new subjects for his experiments.<br />He has been known to appear at the gates of a city or a lord's standing and demand whatever he wants: wine, women, gold. And it is a wise person that gives him what he wants.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-63865671441403007152010-05-27T17:00:00.000-07:002010-05-27T17:25:55.052-07:00Charnel Crypt of the Sightless Serpent<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KPDlTyWj3Y/S_8H-abwqpI/AAAAAAAAACc/WT0bap_YUU4/s1600/CCotSS-copy-ad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476104440734853778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KPDlTyWj3Y/S_8H-abwqpI/AAAAAAAAACc/WT0bap_YUU4/s320/CCotSS-copy-ad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I got the module Charnel Crypt of the Sightless Serpent module from the great ASTONISHING SWORDSMEN & SORCERERS of HYPERBOREA website this morning.</div><div> </div><div>I only had time for a quick flick through before work but it looks great.</div><div> </div><div><em>'A millennium has passed since the Green Death swept across Hyperborea. In that bygone age of pestilence, a noble family fled the City-State of Khromarium. Far beyond the walls of the city, they entombed themselves in order to elude the inescapable plague. Their necromancer placed them in a deep slumber from which they never wakened. Also he summoned a mythical serpent to guard the vault, a beast reputed to shed gems for tears from eyeless sockets. Tales speak of this beast as the Sightless Serpent. Now, a knave of Khromarium claims to have witnessed the legendary beast. For a pittance he will lead your party to its trail…'</em></div><div>More importantly, it looks pretty easy to convert into a great little BoL scenario - I'm already thinking of how I can get my pcs involved.</div><div> </div><div>But perhaps the best bit was the mail itself: the module came with a hand written note thanking me for my purchase - how bloody good is that? The days of old fashioned service are not dead.</div><div> </div><div> </div>Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-42019615651346132972010-05-25T21:15:00.000-07:002010-05-25T22:23:08.753-07:00BoL: random career pathsI've thrown around a few ideas for a few random career generation tables.<br />While it's all kinds of fun to pick four careers and spend four points as you see fit, I was interested in making some random.<br /><br />The process is simply - roll 1d6 four times to determine what chart you roll on.<br />The roll a d6 for each chart, giving you four ready made careers. I threw in a few "your pick" and re-rolls to spice things up a bit.<br /><br />1<br />1 minstrel<br />2 barbarian<br />3 alchemist<br />4 thief<br />5 mariner<br />6 your pick<br /><br />2<br />1 blacksmith<br />2 dancer<br />3 magician<br />4 soldier<br />5 pirate<br />6 pick two<br /><br />3<br />1 hunter<br />2 gladiator<br />3 torturer<br />4 merchant<br />5 scribe<br />6 roll on next table<br /><br />4<br />1 wench<br />2 mercenary<br />3 priest<br />4 slave<br />5 assassin<br />6 roll again<br /><br />5<br />1 physician<br />2 sky pilot<br />3 noble<br />4 worker<br />5 beggar<br />6 farmer<br /><br />5 - pick a chart<br /><br />Example: I roll 4d6 and got a "3, 4, 3, 5"<br />Deciding on the "5" first, I roll a d6 and get a 3 - giving me a noble.<br />Rolling on the third chart I got a 1 and a 2 - giving me a hunter and a gladiator and finally I rolled a 4 on the fourth chart, lumping me with slave.<br />So: noble, gladiator, slave, hunter - an interesting mix and perhaps not one I would have picked by myself.<br />After a couple seconds of thought I knocked up the following:<br /><br />Jarzal the bloody-handed<br />St: 2 Ag: 1 Md: Ap: 1<br />Bwl: 2 Mle: 2 Msl: 1 Dfc: -1<br />Hunter: 1<br />Slave:<br />Gladiator: 2<br />Noble: 1<br />Boons:<br />Keen Eyesight<br /><br />Jarzal started life out as a tribesman growing up on the edge of the jungles of Qush, where he was taught from a young age to hunt the creatures that roamed the jungle.<br />But at age 13 a party of slavers came and raided his village - all of the men were killed while the women and a few of then children were taken to the slave markets of Shamballah.<br />Several of the slaves, including the young Jarzal were sold to a rich merchant from Satarla who dealt in dyes and exotic woods imported from Qush.<br />In Satarla Jarzal was put to work in the trader's house and quickly rose into his master's confidence. When the winter chills killed the old man, Jarzal found he had been granted his freedom.<br />He found occasional work hunting for pelts and furs and occasionally working on the dock, eventually falling in love Leali, a slave belonging to his master's son. No where near as forgiving as his father, the young merchant refused to release Leali, even when she fell pregnant with Jarzal's baby.<br />Facing a cold winter and with little work Jarzal entered the arena as a freeman and soon impressed the crowd with flashy moves, a willingness to take and shrug off wounds, and his ability with the spear and net.<br />He soon had enough gold to buy Leali and the young family lived happily until Leali and the child were struck down with a fever.<br />Returning to the arena once more to afford the doctor bills, Jarzal became famous as a killer of beasts and men: no one could escape his hard, black hands or his flashing blades.<br />In honour of his victories he was eventually rewarded with a minor patent of nobility - running home one evening, now a minor noble and with more than enough cash to pay the physician he found his wife and child dead in their house.<br />Jarzal now owns a huge sprawling villa, galleys in the port and has interests in spices, grain, slaves and precious silk. But he cares not, as all he can think of is his lost love.<br />He's now considering a return to the arena.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-82826517994447757492010-05-18T23:24:00.000-07:002010-05-19T00:06:07.204-07:00BoL monster: deep dwellers"It's too quiet, I say," <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Maal</span> growled, squinting at the far off fort that crouched dark and brooding on the far hill.<br />Half obscured by the driving rain the fort looked dark and deserted even from where the group of hard men stood.<br />"I don't care - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ragil's</span> dead... and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Salvaris</span> will be joining him," one of his companions said, indicating at the pile of caravan guards who sat or lay <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sprawled</span> around the them.<br />Two days earlier the caravan had been attacked by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">marauding</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Phutt</span> plainsmen - arrows and spears striking from among the trees. Most of the traders and their retainers had been cut down in the first clash of combat and many of the others had died of their wounds shortly afterwards.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Maal</span>, had taken over when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ulli</span> had died with an arrow through his throat and led the group free.<br />With most of his men too hurt to walk <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Maal</span> had left them nearby and pushed onto the the old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Arnian</span> fort with the others - promising to come back with help.<br />But something was wrong...<br /><br />Almost and hour later the six of them entered the fort's main gate only to be confronted with a scene from hell itself.<br />"By the 19 gods - they've been... chewed on!" someone hissed.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Maal</span> could hear one of battle hardened warriors <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">whimpering</span> like a child behind him - his spirit broken by the carnage.<br />Everywhere around them lay the bloody bodies of the garrison - most hacked at and chopped but all of them had one unifying feature.<br />"They've taken the heads - it's the deep dwellers - come for us all!" panic quickly set in as the men turned to flee, many of them dropping their weapons until only <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Maal</span> was left, his short sword clutched <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">tightly</span> in his grip.<br />After the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">mens</span>' shouts had faded he heard the first rasp of leather on stone.<br />Clinging to the shadows they came - first two, then four, six, 10, 15.<br />He only caught brief glimpses of them - hunched <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">humanoids</span>, none taller than his waist, with gnarled, twisted features and feral eyes.<br />Bringing his blade up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Maal</span> readied himself - only to be suddenly clubbed down from behind.<br />A horrid little creature leap onto his chest a rock clutched in both of its stubby hands.<br />All of a sudden dozens of them were upon him, pulling and tearing at his clothes, their claws ripping his flesh and their fangs biting.<br />And then nothing...<br /><br />Deep Dwellers:<br />These horrid little things live deep beneath the earth in caves and caverns and are occasionally encountered in underground tombs and sunken temples.<br />Stories often tell of isolated outposts that are overrun by the dwellers who tunnel their way up into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">pantries</span> and cellars and kill the inhabitants.<br />Making things worse are the awful tales of the barbaric rites inflicted on those attacked - the Deep Dwellers tend to eat the bodies but take the heads which they use in dark and twisted services dedicated to their gods.<br />It's not unknown to come across the bodies of a party of travellers who stopped near a cave - their bodies bitten and chewed but their heads missing.<br /><br />Only about waist height with, pinched features and stubby, flabby limbs the Dwellers are believed to be creations of the Sorcerer Kings - used as miners and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">subterranean</span> guards and workers - and look like horribly feral and twisted human <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">dwarfs</span>.<br />Little is known about the Deep Dweller society - only that they're clan-like and live a nomadic lifestyle deep under the earth.<br />They do however hate the sunlight and will spend as little time above ground as they can.<br />The few people who have survived <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">encounters</span> with the creatures claim they use only stone headed tools and weapons and generally go about wearing rags or naked.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Immensely</span> strong, they're slow moving and tend to lope around, monkey-like.<br />Deep Dwellers <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">emit</span> a high pitched <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">chittering</span> sound that could be some sort of language - no one know for sure. What is know however is that if you encounter one, very soon many, many more will come, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">summoned</span> by that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">damned</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">chittering</span>.<br /><br />Attributes:<br />Strength: 3<br />Agility: -1<br />Mind: 1<br /><br />Combat abilities:<br />Bite: 1d4 (watch those sharp teeth!)<br />Stone headed club or axe (1d6 -1)<br />Life blood: 13<br /><br />Deep Dwellers are always found in large groups - some tomb robbers have told of encountering two or four - but it's more likely you'll come across dozens.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-16499142511699170512010-05-11T23:47:00.000-07:002010-05-12T00:58:25.475-07:00BoL: an NPC for every game IIAs I've said before - I love a back story. And back by popular demand.... here's some more BoL NPCs.<br /><br /><strong>The tired pit fighter</strong><br />This gladiator has been fighting on the sands, before the cheering (and jeering) crowds of Arn for far too long.<br />He's killed close companions and watched others died during the 10 long years he's been enslaved and slowly he's coming apart at the seems.<br />And now he wants out.<br />St: Ag: 1 Md: -1 Ap: 2<br />Bwl: Mle: 2 Msl: -1 Dfc: 1<br />Gladiator: 2<br />Paired short swords (d6 each), spiked gauntlets, helm.<br /><br /><strong>The hired slayer</strong><br />This beauty does her best work under the cover of darkness - no, not that work. Rather this lady of shadows is a skilled and cunning assassin who plies her trade for the various nobles and factions that vie for supremacy in the Arnian League.<br />It is whispered that she was once the daughter of a noble house herself, or a royal concubine who broke free from her restrictive life and found a taste for danger.<br />St: Ag: 1 Md: Ap: 1<br />Bwl: Mle: Msl: 1 Dfc: 1<br />Assassin: 1 Dancer: 1<br />Brace of daggers, garote , poisons, lock picks<br /><br /><strong>The robber knight</strong><br />Second sons are useless. At least that's what this lad's father told him from day one. Born the second son of a minor Arnian house he left his father's holdings aged 17 with little more than a trained war kroark, his weapons, his armour and his squire.<br />Since then he's made his living by his sword, fighting as a mercenary for and against the various feuding princelings that make up borderlands.<br />Even years of constant battle have not dulled his sense of honour and fairness however/<br />St: 2 Ag: Md: Ap:<br />Bwl: Mle: 1 Msl: 1 Dfc:<br />Mercenary: 1 Noble: 1<br />Heavy armour (d6) and helm, Sword, lance, crossbow.<br /><br /><strong>The willful witch</strong><br />It is said adventurers crossing the barren hill lands to the north of the city of Arn might run into this woman. Coldly beautiful with a voice like amber wine and dancing eyes, this woman is reputed to be a worker of magic and old power - despite his residence in a run down hut in the wastelands.<br />Few know anything about her, save that she will give out simple magic trinkets, directions to ancient and lost ruins or advice on tackling mighty foes. But there is a price, regardless of sex or age, you'll be drawn into her bed for the night.<br />St: -1 Ag: Md: 1 Ap: 2<br />Bwl: Mle: Msl: Dfc: 2<br />Sorceress: 1 Alchemist: 1<br />Robes, staff<br /><br /><strong>The penant pilgrim</strong><br />Sentenced to seek a far off, long forgotten shrine to the godsmith, Yrzlak, for a crime he hardly remembers, this pilgrim has been travelling for a long time.<br />Along the way he's heard many tales and knows all manner of lore and news.<br />St: 1 Ag: -1 Md: 1 Ap: 1<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: Msl: Dfc: 1<br />Farmer: 1 Bard: 1<br />Short bow, travelling cloack<br /><br /><strong>The cloistered scribbler</strong><br />Obviously a scribe - from the ink stained fingers, the constant squint and the sallow skin - he's made name as one of the better scribblers in Arn. Considering some 85 per cent of the League can't read or write, this might not be saying all that much though...<br />Born the son of a simple trader he was given to the Great Library aged five, when it became obvious he was smarted than he seemed.<br />For the past 25 years he has hardly ventured out of the cloistered library.<br />St: - Ag: -1 Md: 3 Ap:<br />Bwl: Mle: Msl: Dfc: 2<br />Scribe: 1 Merchant: 1<br />Robes, inks and writing materials.<br /><br /><strong>The rural healer</strong><br />This priestess of Afyra has served the lady of healing for longer than most people live. Wise in the ways of healing she has travelled from township to township and household to household, caring for the sick, assisting in births and preaching that men do good to one another.<br />For the most part she lives on the charity of those that she helps.<br />She avoids the Arnian cities, fearing the rough justice of the Council because she has long been a voice against their Draconian rules and abuse of power and knows full well that they slay anyone who speaks against them - even old women.<br />St: -1 Ag: -1 Md: 2 Ap: 1<br />Bwl: Mle: Msl: 1 Dfc: 1<br />Priest: 1<br />Healer: 1<br />Staff, short bow, travelling gear and various potions.<br /><br /><strong>The cunning soldier</strong><br />A stout soldier of fortune, a curiouser and fighter with the best of them: he just as likely to be seen buying ale for others as he is in the shield wall.<br />In reality this mercenary is in fact an operative for the rival kingdom of Tyr-Sog. The Sark, Osric has spent almost a decade training up his intelligence services and this man is one of them.<br />Once an officer with the Tyr Household infantry he was picked for "special duty" early and now roams enemy lands in the guise as a simple sell sword, all the while reporting back to his masters.<br />St: 1 Ag: Md: 1 Ap:<br />Bwl: 2 Mle: Msl: Dfc:<br />Soldier: 1<br />Thief: 1<br />Long sword, shield, helm, light armour<br /><br /><strong>The dutiful daughter:</strong><br />Once this lass was the eldest daughter of a large and industrious merchant family. Her father had his eyes on marrying into the upper crust of Arnian society and quickly married her off to the first struggling noble he could find.<br />The clammy-handed slug in question just happened to the main tax collector and was well connected, meaning no one cared that he beat his young wife or regularly amused himself with young slave boys.<br />Unable to take it any more, she fled - leaving a dagger buried in her husband's eye socket, and joined the first band of robbers, bandits and footpads she found.<br />First she was a simply fighter, then the bandit leader's lover and finally the leader herself.<br />St: 1 Ag: 1 Md: Ap:<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: 1 Msl: Dfc:<br />Noble: 1 Mercenary 1<br />Sword, dagger, very light armour<br /><br /><strong>The ambitious prizefighter</strong><br />This fighter started his life as a tribesman on the Plains of Phut until the slavers came - his new wife and son were killed and he was dragged to Arn in chains and put to work in the salt mines until he killed one of the overseers in a fist fight.<br />Rather than a quick death he was taken to Arn and put in the sand circle, fighting barehanded - while not as glorious as the great arena, the fights always sold out.<br />A solid string of wins won him his freedom and now he hopes he can continue to advance in polite society until he finds the man responsible for his enslavement.<br />St: 2 Ag: 1 Md: Ap: -1<br />Bwl: 2 Mle: Msl: Dfc:<br />Slave: 1 Gladiator: 1<br />Silver studded Cestus fighting gloves. Villa and slaves.<br /><br /><strong>The reluctant executioner</strong><br />The Arnian League is governed by a council of 12, over an assembly of 120 who appointed two Epur - or generals. The Leaguers like to pretend they live by a democracy where everyone is free. In reality they don't even have the trappings of democracy and the council is made up old men who hold their positions for life and the assembly does what it's told.<br />The two Euprs however are required to run the army and keep the peace and can't get aspirations beyond their station.<br />Which is what happened in this case - the former brilliant general has been appointed Lord High Executioner and meets out the council's judgement as a "reward" for speaking out against his superiors.<br />St: 1 Ag: Md: Ap: 1<br />Bwl: Mle:2 Msl: Dfc:<br />Soldier: 1 Executioner: 1<br />Great sword, black robes.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-58153967693920600262010-05-09T17:14:00.000-07:002010-05-09T17:48:57.014-07:00BoL: play report IISo we last left our heroes ready to get the hell out of dodge wizard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Manatha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Albarn</span> and her sidekick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gerun</span> quickly decided to saddle some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sandrunners</span> and ride out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Oxy's</span> main gate - after a bit of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tooing</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">froing</span> with the gate guards they rode into the desert, keen to escape the clutches of the Temple and to avoid whatever the hell kinda creature they had unleashed.<br />I quickly described the terrain as sandy with several rocky hills nearby but not much else and got them to roll three times on my random encounter chart for the region.<br />They had a general idea that there were more cities to the north but didn't ask any real questions about the desert, the length of time to cross it or the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">socio</span>-political situation. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ohhh</span> well.<br /><br />The three encounters they rolled were: ruins, death worm and desert nomads. (I'd like give another big shout out to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Pao</span> over at Strange Stones for his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Borloi</span> Death Worms that I've adapted for my saga.<br /><br />As the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">pcs</span> trotted along the terrain gradually turned from arid highlands to full on desert, complete with howling winds, sand, grit and all the other <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">nasties</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Manatha</span> decided the pair should seek shelter and soon, so I mentioned that in the distance they could see what looked like a rocky berm.<br />As the wind picked up and the pair struggled on (I just kept on making the situation worse) they noticed the smell of ozone or something like it - kind of like the first smell of rain.<br />Their decision was to make a flat out gallop for the berm before it "rained" and get some shelter.<br />Little did they realise the smell actually signalled the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">prescense</span> of one of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Oxy</span> Desert's main pests - the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Borloi</span> Death Worm.<br />"There's a crackle of white electricity and something red and horrid explodes out of the sand - more than 15 foot long the worm's great red coils swing around, spraying sand everywhere. As its giant, dripping maw plunges out of the ground there's a flash of electricity."<br />The worm hooked in with a burst of electrical charge - killing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Manatha's</span> mount and badly wounding her. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Gerun</span> managed to critically hit the animal with a well aimed crossbow bolt (Sam rolled a 17 - burnt a hero point and added her two points of "Hunter") and it retreaded half into the sand as the warrior ran to help his badly hurt mistress.<br />As the pair tried to fall back the worm attacked once more- throwing itself at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Gerun</span> who beat at it with his crossbow. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Manatha</span> was madly trying to come up with a quick and dirty spell when the worm's mate struck - much smaller and less deadly the creature was still more than a match for the wounded sorceress.<br />It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">delivered</span> a savage shock to her, knocking her under the 0 lifeblood line and out cold.<br />Not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">panicked</span> that his mistress was dead, her henchman came out swinging - hacking at the female worm and driving it back with his short sword.<br />Still very pissed he turned on the other, bigger, worm when it retreated.<br />Now, badly hurt and with only one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">sandrunner</span> the pair made a run for the berm - only to find it was in fact the ruins of an ancient cottage, left vacant many years ago.<br /><br />As night fell <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Gerun</span> frantically worked to save his mistress and keep warm.<br />Now, most <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">GMs</span> would give their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">pcs</span> a break at this point - but I decided to keep things rolling along as the random generator had rolled.<br /><br />As dawn broke <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Gerun</span> sat poking at the guttering fire while his mistress slept. But far off in the distance he noticed a mounted figure.<br />Another popped up on the horizon shortly afterwards. Wisely assuming these folks were not dropping in for some tea, he packed up the camp, forced the lady onto the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">sandrunner</span> and got moving.<br />As the day moved on the figures gained ground and seemed to increase in number. The pair, despite the sorceress' condition, to turn and face the riders and ran to take cover in a rocky hill.<br />Just before reaching the hillock there came the high pitched battle yell: "I-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">hiiiiiiii</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Eee</span>!" and arrows spat past.<br />One took <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Gerun</span> in the shoulder and another failed to punch through his light leather breastplate.<br />Turning, sword in hand, he saw the men for the first time.<br />All wore long, flowing robes, many with full face coverings and wound head scarves. The seven that had surrounded them all rode the feathered sand runners and either carried short bows or spears.<br />All of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">spearmen</span> carried big round shields that had been painted in a tacky red substance that seemed to be flaking off.<br />The pair realised with a start that their shields had been painted in blood.<br />The raiders moved in - another arrow knocking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Gerun</span> down - when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Manatha</span> declared she was going to let rip a magical burst of lights and flashes to scare the raiders' animals.<br />I decided it was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">cantrip</span> and would be easily performed.<br />So just as the raiders moved in - a sudden series of explosions tore across the sand - sending high flashes of sparks and smoke. Easily <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">panicked</span>, many of the mounts bucked their riders and the charged turned into chaos.<br />Clearly afraid the dusky-skinned raiders pulled back, chattering in their own language until one rode off and returned a minute or two later with a tall, darker man.<br />Dismounting the man, obviously some sort of leader, walked towards the pair - his sword still in its sheath and his blood painted shield slung.<br />"You are a magic maker?" he asks in a thick accent.<br />When he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">receives</span> an answer in the affirmative, he smiles.<br />"Good, good - we have waited some time for you. Quickly, my men will tend your wounds and get you some food.<br />"But then we must be crossing the sands to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Jazal</span>."Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-52998931614499162262010-04-25T01:34:00.000-07:002010-04-25T02:04:22.855-07:00BoL: play reportSo our group finally got together for a game of BoL. I was joined by Chris, a Canadian bloke, and Sam, another Aussie. None of us knew each other (we met via a Australian RPG forum). Another mate of mine was due to play but couldn't get here for various reasons.<br />And you know what? We had a lot of fun.<br /><br />Massive shout out to Pao over at www.strangestones.wordpress for coming up with the original "getting together... BoL style" idea.<br />Chris decided he would roll uo Manatha Albarn (wizard/alchemist/blacksmith/healer) a sorceress who operates a small alchemy/apothecary shop in the temple controlled city of Oxy (see previous posts to read about my saga's setting. Sam decided she was going to be mistress Manatha' general dogsbody - a farm boy who came to the big city, got mixed up on the wrong side of the law and ended up working for her ladyship in a fixer/scout/bodyguard capacity. (farmer/hunter/thief/assassin).<br />The pair were looking through the equipment and weapons section when I dropped this little bomb shell on them:<br /><br />"You're not sure if it's the fetid stench, the grating feeling of the shackles about your wrists or the sheer smell of unwashed bodies, filth and human waste that wakes you. Groggily you come to, realising you're chained to the scummy walls of a dank, dark cell across from each other.<br />Suddenly there is a series of metallic clangs and a hatch above you flies open and a body falls into the pool of greasy water in the middle of the room.<br />"Sleep well, we hang you tomorrow, traitor," a rough voices booms.<br />Meanwhile the figure in the middle of the room lets out a low groan..."<br /><br />I'd like to point out here that about half an hour before kick off, I realised that I'd left all my material at work and had nothing to go on, so I just winged the whole thing - and the beauty of this system is that you can. I mean, I had a basic idea of what I wanted: pcs wake up in the dungeon and try and escape but nothing else.<br /><br />The (very!) drunk figure in the middle of the room turned out to be Tarl, a swordsman. He had little memory of the night before but seemed to think there was a city-wide crack down: the temple was worried about a brewing war between two of the city's noble houses and was locking up anyone for anything.<br />Manatha used her magic to replicate acid on her companion's shackles at the Gerun, the young rogue managed to open his mistress'. Tarl decided to tag along - I spun a nice little story about a whore, a lack of payment and the killing of one of the temple guardsmen during the ensuing brawl, complete with drunken, slurred speech. (It wasn't acting, I think I was still on a high from the night before)<br />Our trio eventually encountered a lone, drunken guard. And the idea was for the pcs to get a quick kill by overpowering the drunk, take his weapons and have a real chance to fight their way free.<br />I've never seen anyone roll so many "2s". Within a couple of rounds, the sorceress was trying to fight off the drunk with a now unlit torch, Gerun was badly injured and three other guards had joined the fray.<br />In an amazing feat, the pcs decided to douse all the lights and leg it back the way they came - eventually tracking down and ambushing the guards who decided to go back and call for help.<br />Things went down hill from here as the party (now armed) found signs that something horrible was eating the other prisoners.<br />They eventually stumbled into an old tomb complex and found the horrid Phestas that was to blame.<br />Instead of fighting the thing - they actually used its acid spitting ability to collapse a section of roof in an effort to escape.<br />I had mentioned that much of the roof looked aged and cracked - they decided to stab the thing from both side with spears and hoist it into the worse section of roof - needless to say, the acid spitting thing burned its way through the roof and into.... the temple above.<br />However, for every round spent in the now collapsing room I made them roll to dodge falling bits of ceiling. One roll - save. Second roll - save. I rolled for the highly amusing NPC, Tarl: natural 2...<br />Everyone was very sad that the poor drunken SOB copped a giant hunk of stone right in the head and was reduced to a bloody mess.<br /><br />Our heroes, low lacking poor Tarl, followed the Phestas' trail of destruction - by appropriating temple robes and keeping well back.<br />Our saga ended as they decided to check out their shop (I decided it had been ransacked by the Temple guards who arrested them) before heading for the city gates to get the fuck out of Dodge.<br />All of this was totally on the fly - I casually mentioned that the roof looked weak and they decided to use the poor monster to bust free. On a whim I thought "why not have them now bust into the bath chamber of the female adepts of the temple..." and it went from there.<br />Everywhere, half naked temple girls were running and screaming while the gibbering, slug-like thing charged about and our pcs tried to look innocent.<br />The Phestas was eventually named "Slappy the seal" because of the very camp waddle I gave it.<br /><br />It was a fun. Lots of fun: between them deciding to burn through the bloody roof using a spear-hoisted monster, to the poor drunk being killed by bits of falling roof, to the bizarre run through the temple, complete with screaming women and howling monster. Lots of fun!Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-14326023735356595142010-04-20T20:51:00.000-07:002010-04-20T20:55:33.265-07:00BoL monster: PhestasPhestas<br />These hideous monsters generally dwell in dark, damp caves, catacombs and dungeons and will pick off the unwary who wander near its lair.<br />Always solitary they attempt to eat anything they find – usually by striking from ambush.<br />Using their sticky, suction like underbelly they’ll often cling to the roof or walls and drop onto unsuspecting passers-by, simultaneously spitting a corrosive acid they can ferment in their gut.<br />They resemble sickly green jellyfish but with two long blubbery ‘‘arms’’ that protrude from their midsection that they can use to grapple and hold an opponent down.<br />Once they’ve killed something, they’ll generally cover it with their body and continue to inject acid until the food is soft enough to digest.<br />Dark tales tell of tomb robbers pinned down by the Phestas and slowly killed by its acid over a period of days or even weeks.<br /><br />enveloping it.<br />Signs that one is living in the area usually entails finding blobs of green goop and acid melted bones.<br />Attributes:<br />St: 2<br />Ag: -1<br />Mnd: -1<br />Protection: 0 (that blubbery hide is helping no one)<br />Lifeblood: 30<br />Combat quality: Attacks: 2 - mouth attack (1 bite or acid spit) and claws (1 claw attack)<br />Bite: d6, claws: d4 each.<br />Acid spit: The Phestas make a foul and corrosive acid deep in their guts which they can spit at the beginning of combat dealing 2d6 - 3.<br />Every second round after that they can spit a slightly watered down version of the acid, dealing 1d4.<br />Heroes hit by the acid spit will take two points of damage per round unless they Tricky task roll using strength. (ie: -1 to roll).<br /><br />The acid will eventually eat through steel, leather, flesh and bone and this foul creature will use it to soften up food before eating.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-25736251308248033642010-04-19T23:17:00.000-07:002010-04-19T23:41:14.322-07:00There are plenty of roleplayers in foxholesThere certainly are roleplayers in foxholes.<br />On Sunday I'll kick off my brand spanking new Barbarians of Lemuria campaign for two guys and a girl.<br />I intend to roll some dice, drink some beer, tell some tales and generally have an all around good time.<br />Sunday, April 25 is also Anzac Day here in Australia as well as New Zealand, a day that many outside of these two nations really know about.<br />Here it's a national day of remembrance to commemorate and honour members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who fought at Gallipoli, in Turkey in WWI.<br />Now it also is reserved as a day to honour the fallen in all wars - from the bloody fields of WWI, to WWII, Korea, Vietnam and modern conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq, as well as the numerous peace keeping operations Australian troops are involved in around the world.<br />I served with the Australian Army Reserve and while I'll attend the dawn service, dig out my one solitary medal and raise a glass to former and serving members of the Australian Defence Force, I'm also planning to commemorate the day by DMing this game.<br /><br />I know a lot of former and still serving members of the defence force who are war gamers and roleplayers.<br />I had a regular group of guys from my section who gamed together, taking it in turns to GM. As a teen I regularly wargamed and even roleplayed with my father a Vietnam vet and still serving soldier.<br />Thankfully when I think of these blokes this weekend, none of them have been killed or seriously injured.<br /><br />Lest we forget.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-24687112107823115992010-04-15T16:41:00.000-07:002010-04-15T17:34:00.880-07:00BoL: an NPC for every gameI love a back story. From every character I create to the NPCs that inhabit my worlds, I like everyone to have a bit of a motivation and a life outside of the 20 seconds they're "on screen".<br />Of course the trick is to make sure you don't become <em>too </em>attached to your NPCs - what happens if they die, the pcs never eve speak to them, etc?<br />At the same time, it can shit the pcs to tears if every blacksmith they run into is a retired fighter and every inn keeper has an ancient family curse and a kidnapped daughter.<br />So, a fine balance is needed.<br />But just for funzies: I've thrown together a list of quick and dirty BoL NPCs.<br /><br /><strong>The gimpy merc</strong><br />This experienced sell sword has seen it all. At some point during his career he suffered a horrible leg injury and is now reduced to a hobble. Now he mainly takes the low rent jobs: caravan work, body guarding, etc, and has been forced to become canny and wily to survive.<br />St: 2 Ag: -1 Mn: 1 Ap: 0<br />Bwl: 0 Mle: 2 Msl: 0 Dfc: 0<br />Mercenary: 2<br />Protection: d6 (medium armour & shield)<br />Sword (d6+2)<br />LB: 10<br /><br /><strong>Desert raider</strong><br />A member of one of the nomadic clans that prowl the desert outside Oxy. He and his small band have been forced to raiding caravans and travellers to survive.<br />St: 0 Ag: 2 Mn: 0 Ap: 0<br />Bwl: 0 Mle: 1 Msl: 1 Dfc: 0<br />Barbarian: 1 Hunter: 1<br />Protection: none<br />Sword, d6, bow, dagger<br />LB: 9<br /><br /><strong>Adept of the death god</strong><br />Sworn to the Grand Temple of Nemmereth in Oxy, this young Adapt is in her first few years of training. Children are given over to the temple at a young age or taken from the orphanages by the priests to serve and will spend many years learning the secret rituals and rites.<br />St: 0 Ag: Mn: 2 Ap: 0<br />Bwl: 1 Mle:0 Msl: 0 Dfc: 1<br />Priest: 1<br />Scribe: 1<br />Protection: none<br />Black robes, holy symbol, staff<br />LB: 8<br /><br /><strong>Temple Guard</strong><br />The priesthood rules the city through fear but enforces its rules and regulation through the thousand strong Temple Guard. These "Swordsmen of the Long Sleep" are experts at using the great, two handed swords of their order and wear long dark robes under their iron breastplates and helms.<br />They might not care for Nemmereth but they are totally devoted to their mistress, the High Priestess.<br />St: 2 Ag: 1 (0) Mn: -1 Ap: 0<br />Bwl: 0 Mle: 1 Msl: 0 Dfc: 1<br />Soldier: 1<br />Priest: 1<br />Protection: Heavy armour (d6) and helm.<br />Two handed sword, (d6+3) short sword.<br />LB: 10<br /><br /><strong>Free trader</strong><br />This greasy tub of lard serves no master and knows full well that all laws are only there to be broken. He trades with the city of Oxy, the desert nomads and even the far-off Plainsmen, buying, selling and trading gems, fine ivory, wooden furniture, spices and silver hilted swords cunningly made by dark skinned smiths in the shadow of the Fire Mountains.<br />St: 0 Ag: 0 Mn: 1 Ap: 1<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: 0 Msl: 0 Dfc: 1<br />Merchant: 2<br />Protection: Fur-lined robes and cape. (1)<br />Sling, club.<br />LB: 8<br /><br /><strong>Street thief<br /></strong>She's just a wee lass that should still be at home helping her ma, but she's already carved out an excellent reputation as a pickpocket and pilferer.<br />Raised on the streets and hardened by the tough life she's found there, this thief is an expert at her trade.<br />St: -1 Ag: 3 Mn: 0 Ap: 0<br />Bwl: 0 Mle: 0 Msl: 1 Dfc: 1<br />Thief: 2<br />Beggar: 0<br />Dagger, rags.<br />LB: 6<br /><br /><strong>Tomb raider</strong><br />Oxy is built on the ruins of a far older city which is rife for plundering. Every year, thousands of tomb raiders descend into the catacombs seeking riches and fame. Few return.<br />St: 1 Ag: 1 Mn: 1 Ap: -1<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: 0 Msl: Dfc: 1<br />Thief: 1<br />Mercenary: 1<br />Proection: d6-2 (light armour)<br />Short sword (d6+1), crossbow, climbing gear, thieves tools.<br />Lifeblood: 9<br /><br /><strong>Temple prostitute</strong><br />While the temple of death holds supreme, other gods are still worshiped in Oxy. Temples ofLilandra "the Seductress, Goddess of Love" tend of resemble high-class whorehouses.<br />They regularly host services that revolve around getting your gear off. 13 temple prostitutes, all beautiful women aged between 16 and 32, are always on hand.<br />St: -1 Ag: 1 Mn: 0 Ap: 2<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: 0 Msl: Dfc: 1<br />Dancer: 1<br />Prostitute: 1<br />Jewellery. They don't wear anything else...<br />Lifeblood: 5<br /><br /><strong>Ranger</strong><br />This huntsman from one of the small communities outside Oxy ranges through the arid lands with his bow.<br />An expert at surviving the rocky barrens he feels very out of place on the few occasions he finds himself inside the city walls.<br />St: 2 Ag: 1 Mn: 0 Ap: -1<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: 0 Msl: 1 Dfc: 0<br />Hunter: 2<br />Bow, knife, woodsman's' axe.<br />LB 10<br /><br /><strong>Mageling<br /></strong>With great power comes great responsibility. Or so they say. This young sorcerer is only just out of his apprentice robes but reckons he knows it all.<br />From a noble house he was packed off to study with a wizard when his talent became apparent.<br />Now he's out to prove his worth.<br />St: -1 Ag: Mn: 2 Ap: 1<br />Bwl:0 Mle:0 Msl:0 Dfc: 2<br />Sorcer: 1<br />Scribe: 1<br />Robes, staff.<br />LB: 8<br /><br /><strong>Tavern keeper</strong><br />When you order an ale - you ask this lady very nicely. A former sellsword she settled down to run a local tavern. She keeps the place ship shape and is more than happy to spill the latest gossip or just bore you with tales of her day soldiering.<br />St: 1 Ag: 0 Mn:0 Ap: 1<br />Bwl: 1 Mle: 1 Msl:0 Dfc:0<br />Soldier: 1 Merchant: 1<br />Tavern. Sword (kept under the bar)'<br />LB: 7<br /><br /><strong>Noble scion</strong><br />This strutting peacock is the heir to a vast fortune and lives in the lap of luxury in the Tower quarter.<br />He doesn't mind occasionally slumming it by touring the lower class dives to see how the other half lives, but spends most of his time enjoying himself.<br />St: 0 Ag: 0 Mn:0 Ap: 2<br />Bwl: 0 Mle: 1 Msl:0 Dfc:1<br />Noble: 2<br />d6-2 (light armour), duelling sword.<br />LB: 6Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-53733479761086925672010-04-11T21:27:00.000-07:002010-04-11T22:44:36.003-07:00BoL NPC: Nerreus the BonerattlerMarr ran a hand through his ragged beard absently hunting a louse. He used his other hand to balance his spear over his right shoulder.<br />The bandit was sick of this patrolling, who did Mulo think would be hunting their band up here in the high woods, anyway?<br />Glancing back to where his four companions walked behind him he bestowed a gap-toothed grin.<br />"Not long now me lads," he said.<br />"Back to the camp in an hour or two and we can get back to the real business, eh?"<br />Coarse laughter from the other bandits greeted his jest.<br />With idle thoughts about the captive girl he'd had the night before, the brigand continued to stride on.<br />They'd raided a small village the week before, putting the men to the sword and taking most of the women and children.<br />The poor wretches were bound for the slave market in Arn but they'd be sorely used by the band of bandits before they got there.<br />"But I want that fat one, this time," one of his men called out.<br />The laughter began a new. But something was ahead made Marr raise his free hand to call a halt.<br />Something was wrong.<br />"Felaz? Grom? Where are you bastards?" he called to the two scouts ahead.<br />When there was no answer he unslung his spear. Like most of the men under his command Marr was clad in a mix-mash of armour: leather breastplate, bronze greaves and other off casts he'd stolen or found over the years.<br />His short sword hung at his side, clad in the pricey leather scabard he'd taken from a caravan trader two winters ago.<br />Suddenly there was a high pitched TWANG and a scream from behind him. Spinning around Marr could see one of his men had sprouted an arrow from his right eye.<br />The bandit sunk to the ground, while his hands twitched impotently.<br />Before Marr could yell for his men to scatter the twang of the bowstring rang out again and his brother Lemi clutching an the missile that had penetrated his upper chest.<br />Charging towards the tree line where the arrows had come from Marr let out a blood curdling howl. He'd spent six years as a spearman with the Tyr-Sogian army before an incident involving a dead whore and a scheming pimp had forced him into banditry and he knew the only way to survive this encounter was to attack.<br />Behind him his men had finally been forced into action and were following suit.<br />A gaunt man stepped from the treeline, arrow knocked and string drawn back to his shoulder.<br />A third bandit died and the mysterious man stepped forward to meet them.<br />He was dressed in good quality but dirt hunters' garb and tall, much taller than Marr but gaunt almost to the point of being skeletal.<br />But what captured the bandit's eye was the enormous sword the man was drawing from a sheath over his shoulder.<br />Unlike his own short and those used by most soldier - double edged, straight and usually less than 50 centimetres - this blade was huge.<br />It was much longer than any blade he'd heard of - except maybe those in the far north, and only had a single cutting edge.<br />The mere sight of the blade and the evil grin on the swordsman's face made the experienced fighter start to draw up, letting his spear point drop.<br />His companion had no such problems and continued to charge forward, his own short pulled back for a low thrust and his wooden shield held high.<br />The man stepped forward, that huge blade moving almost too quickly to see as it looped down and then suddenly up.<br />There was a sudden fountain of blood and the bandit was looking down at the red, spurting stump where his sword hand once was. Before he could even react the sword flicked back around almost effortlessly cleaving through hair, skin, skull and brain.<br />Almost totally detached Marr noticed how the warrior was able to wield the large sword both single and double handed.<br />He turned that blade on Marr then. Still smiling that chilling grin, the tall warrior slashed, catching him across the arm.<br />The bandit pulled back, thrusting his spear at his opponent only to have it knocked effortlessly aside.<br />He saw the mocking grin as the sword hilt swung around and smashed into his temple, drowning him in darkness.<br />Later he awoke with a horrible ringing in his head and a fierce, red pain along his shoulder. He was laying on the grass, a heavy hempen rope binding his hands and feet together.<br />"Ah, good. You're awake," a voice said with a heavy accent.<br />The grinning swordsman stepped into his view, the long sword once more sheathed over his back. Now he gripped a long, thin rod of blackened metal.<br />A fire lay, crackling behind him. Further back Marr could see the piled corpses of his men.<br />Squatting down beside the fire the man thrust the rod deep into the flames and left it there.<br />"My name is Nerreus. You may know me as the Bonerattler," he said in that funny accent.<br />Nerreus? Marr knew that name - what bandit or rogue didn't. Nerreus the hunter - the Bonerattler.<br />He let out a low whimper. It would have been better to die with a sword or spear in hand than the way he was going to go.<br />"You're going to tell me exactly where the rest of you are," the Bonerattler said pulling the object from the fire.<br />"I've got a whole list of questions."<br />The rod was glowing white hot.<br />Marr screamed.<br /><br />Nerreus the Bonerattler<br />Strength 3<br />Agility 1<br />Mind 1<br />Appeal -1<br /><br />Brawl 1<br />Melee 2<br />Ranged 1<br />Defence<br /><br />Soldier 2<br />Blacksmith 0<br />Hunter (of men) 1<br />Torturer 1<br /><br />Lifeblood: 13<br />Hero Points: 5<br /><br /><br />Medium armour (d6-1), -1 to agility. (Boiled leather cuirass, helm)<br />Long bow, dagger and Bonerattler* (Bastard sword), torture tools<br />Languages: Lemurian<br /><br />Boons:<br />Tracker<br />Hard to kill<br /><br />Flaws:<br />Unsettling<br /><br />Nerreus, called the Bonerattler, started life as the son of a simple village blacksmith in a quiet corner of the kingdom of Tyr-Sog. From a young age he desired to be a soldier and when he reached the appropriate age his father took him to the nearest garrison town to apprentice him.<br />For more than a decade he served in various border clashes, eventually leading a company of spearmen.<br />After his stand at the Kibal pass, where he led a bitter rear guard action against overwhelming odds, Nerreus was granted a small plot of land near Tyr-Sog and released from service with honour.<br />Now a relatively wealthy freeman he settled down, took a local wife and decided to pursue his father's trade as a blacksmith.<br />With the rents from his land Nerreus did not need to work and the smithy was not much more than a hobby and his skills never really advanced much further than basic work.<br />His wife bore him two sons and a daughter and the family prospered until a band of masterless men, bandits and rogues came across their estate.<br />Nerreus had taken some of his wares to market earlier in the day and did not realise the danger until he saw dark smoke in the distance.<br />His wife, Lucrenza had been raped and killed, his children murdered along with most of his slaves.<br />No more the gentleman freeholder Nerreus went after the band. Within the month all 19 of them were dead and Nerreus had dedicated himself to hunting and finding such men.<br />Over the years he learnt the skills of tracking men and how to hurt them with fire, iron and water, to make them talk. He turned his arts at the forge towards creating instruments for interrogation and other objects of pain.<br />Several years after gaining his vengeance he took a contract on a disgraced warrior who had killed the son of an eastern noble in a drunken fight. The noble paid Nerreus with the bastard sword he now carries.<br />Made by smiths in hot, far off eastern lands the sword is long and curved and unlike the short swords of the northern kingdoms.<br />Over the years men began to call Nerreus the Bonerattler - maybe because he makes even a stout swordsman's bones rattle in fear or because of the things he can do to you with hot irons that will make them rattle in fear.<br />The hunter has also taken that name for his unusual sword.<br />His constant hunt for evil doers has left him a bitter man with no taste for pity or compassion. Once a happy, care free young man he has turned into a cruel, uncaring man in his 40s.<br />A lifetime of killing and hunting has turned his grim face into a hatchwork of scars and old wounds over leather-like skin.<br /><br /><br />* The Bonerattler is a bastard sword that can be either used two handed or one handed if the wielder has the right training. It's very well made and legend has it that the blade was dipped in a red haired slave's urine (or blood, depending on the story) on a full moon.<br />Therefore it always deals +1 damage on top of whatever damaged rolled.<br />Strange, wispy runes adore its hilt and pommel and the scabbard is made of black, lacquered wood.<br />It resembles a Japanese KatanaGoblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-9235051591030719572010-04-11T16:33:00.000-07:002010-04-11T16:39:35.715-07:00Life happensSo life, much like shit, happens. Put it on a bumper sticker.<br />I had teed up our first Barbarians of Lemuria adventure for Sunday, through email and RPG forums I'd managed to contact a Canadian guy who had recently moved here and a local girl who were both keen to give BoL a go.<br />I'd also managed to con an old friend of mine to get involved.<br />All of them had some roleplaying experience with the Canadian guy being the most experienced.<br />But I stuffed up.<br />My wife got sick on the Friday and instead of telling the players they all spent the weekend sitting by their email waiting for the message telling them a time and place.<br />Obviously my thoughts were not on roleplaying.<br /><br />Anyway, hopefully this hasn't put the kybosh on getting these guys together another time. They seem like a good bunch and I'm very keen to get playing a BoL saga with them.Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807594348834520454.post-25138807237568017752010-04-08T18:40:00.000-07:002010-04-08T18:42:00.869-07:00BoL Friday Saga challengeAfter coming across this topic on the Barbarians of Lemuria forum:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.freeyabb.com/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=483&mforum=d6fantasy">http://www.freeyabb.com/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=483&mforum=d6fantasy</a><br /><br />I thought I'd throw the floodgates open.<br /><br />What BoL adventurers have you got in mind?Goblinkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625323025295295712noreply@blogger.com3