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Autumnal flame on every tree
Winter came and now flees
Spring and shower turning green
Summer cinder fields of me
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> [Aeryx] HeyO, wot2do?
< [me] Watch Red Death
> [Aeryx] Wot?
< [me] The Star-thing
> [Aeryx] DaComet?
< [me] >..<
> [Aeryx] 4Real?
< [me] I'll B on Mulholland
> [Aeryx] stoopid
The repulsor blimps continue unabated in their recruitment slogan for the Offworld Colonies, now adding the promise of Independence in a Century after establishment. Hmm, let's see, thousands of years to arrive, if lucky enough, and then a ship's clock counts down for independence from what? A burnt and shattered pile of biomass smeared like a comet in what was Terra's orbit? Uh, yeah.
Public transport had collapsed in my youth, and the roadways were littered with the irredeemable refuse of burnt and wrecked autos and trucks all the way up the hill. In years past, gangs and scavs would lurk up there waiting for youth and derelicts to seek adventure and the end respectively, and oblige both instincts.
Now, most everyone up there were skeletons, and the few alive were Fire-cultists; I was almost out of Social Credits, and was seeking the old way out, but open to see things from their crazy perspective. It took hours to crest the heap atop the hill, and everything was wind-whistle quiet; the city below was ablaze in tortured orange and black, pierced by silver searchlights and tracer fire walked along the pulverised asphalt into the ever-growing crowd of the insane and half-dead.
I Looked up as if by remote control, saw it, and heard the Call: "I've come home to roost, Lupe, won't you let me in?"
Between guitaring, lyricing, music theory and watching gaming grow apart from the D&D IP-owners, I continue to work on Auldgory.
Here is some more on Auldgoryan Witchcraft.
CASTING-
Witchcraft, as a Sympathetic system, requires implements and incantations. Implements which are tied to the symbolic relationship with the subject and object of the spell. In one system: Air is represented by a Blade used to stir the air, and as a symbol of rulership (and lightning) -- this blade is the Witch's trusty Athame; Water is represented by a Chalice; Fire is represented by a Staff or Wand; Earth by a metal or stone Talisman. In this system, Invocations to the four elements in the cardinal directions (different by tradition and coven) while ritually presenting each of the Implements focuses the power of the caster(s) into the desired outcome, and this enacted Symbolism is not merely lip service, but rather the Witch acting at their rung on the ladder, co-operating with the cosmic synergy: 'the power is rising'.
[] Alchemy: A ritual Alchemical casting is used to produce Potions (including Inks), or, to imbue a Magic Item with powers like the spell.
[] Thaumaturgy: A ritual Thaumaturgical casting is used to perform fantastical and spectacular displays of power, where the volume of display diminishes the power, so that a large number of people in a given area would witness a light display full of terrible sounds, but using the same amount of power, a single target could be reduced to smouldering remains with no indication of outside influence. Casting against targets, as discussed above, invokes the sympathetic reaction on a basic roll of 9- on 3d6, but the light and sound display not being cast against targets would not be subject to the rule.
[] Theurgy: A Theurgical rite is essentially prayer to the Cosmos to enact the invocation as stated, or as the Cosmos best needs perform the Work to maintain its Weave. If the rite is hostile, the Rule of 9 is in effect, and the Witch who fails thus will know that the backlash is due, sooner or later. Again, the F# is the Effect upon the Witch or Ally; if the rite was to directly smite a target, the Witch will be struck by the same effect, whereas if the rite was intended to cause woe against an ally of the target for purposes of spite, then the most closely-resembling peer in the life of the Witch will instead suffer the effect to F# degree.
Should the Witch have the prescribed implements, know the appropriate invocations, and have the time to perform the ritual casting, the player controlling the figure may then roll their dice at Favour and add-in the appropriate Ability Score and other circumstantial modifiers. If the resultant total equals or exceeds the GM-assigned Target Number, the spell has been successfully cast.
Failure usually only results in lost time and any expended resources. However, the 9- die total rule is enforced if the casting is directed _against_ a target ('Against' means to harm). On this miscast result, any said resources are consumed, the casting time spent, and the result is instead visited upon the Witch and/or their Coven or other significants to a degree based upon Failure Margin from 10. Thus, if on the 3d6, the controlling player rolled a 07, the Margin of Failure is F03. Simply, each 03 or fraction thereof, inflicts one Effect-step upon the Witch or allies.
Saving Throws & Damage
This originally came to me in a 3.x, three-category saves model, but since Hasbro is doing this to us, -- instead, here is the O/AD&D version.
TL;DR Takeaway: fast, flexible, player-facing damage/effect determination.
When a power word, or glyph, or similar energy effect (MA/GW) confronts a character, the appropriate D&D type Save is attempted. On a success, the figure takes one-half their Save Number (or none, depending upon the specifics determined by the DM), whereas failure results in the character's full Save number.
Both the Save number and the resultant damage can be modified independently so as to lower the number, but increase damage on a failure, or conversely, to increase the number but cap the maximum damage sustained, or any combination thereof.
Challenges to the premise are welcome. :D
Hi,
Yeah. Having read, The Prince, at 13, I was never going to trust the OGL to keep my IP, mine.
So, I'm hoping to work with Old School publishers (perhaps you?) to bring the ARGUS2 system to the OS community, for their consideration. I'll need to make it officially Open, and, Irrevocable (at least while I draw breath).
My plan is to release a Character Sheet which literally illustrates the system and its muto-chimeric heritage, as well as its applicability to any/no genre.
Ever-vigilant: ARGUS2
Hmm.
I think I may have been disinvited as DCC/MCC GM; no one showed, and the store guy seemed a little gleeful to inform me nothing was scheduled for tonight.
Its too bad. I had just spent two days detailing the PCs' families, shared homeland, and developing background events. The PCs were to report to Outpost; Firerook with their findings regarding the mass death at the Lybrti Garden.
Outpost: Firerook is the Easternmost Signal Fire, the network of which spreads across the Rockies-analogue. It is located in Westera Tribal lands, Goat Hill Clan, which has just recently been nine-fold decimated in an attack the surviving leader blames on the Elder Warmage in charge of the outpost.
That surviving leader of Goat Hill Clan is the mother of the Merchant-Healer PC CBR. She had given her son to be raised in the east to her lover, a foreign volunteer not seeking citizenship. His father is a Durnsman, from that Hoary Stock of peoples from the First World Age, Lazman Hazeh.
On another side of the mountain, in Port Quema, the lush rainforest mountain backing the lagoon traps sea-mist along a mix of deciduous and coniferous trees and tall shrubs. Quema is teeming with fish and crustaceans as well as unknown alien and mutant life thought delectable.
The HWO (Heavy Weapons Operator) has his origins here, and his mother still lives here operating as an assassin under cover as a fishwife and fry-cook. She's supernaturally beautiful, luminous. and applies makeup to appear more plain and normal. She can party like a god, and loves to do so, and was not a very present parent. His father was a foreign sailor, who left the boy a carved sea serpent on a sharkskin leather thong. Mom took him to the youth training centre, knelt, and told him in broken Starspeak,
"Remember son, to the sea always be true."
She then gave him the necklace and handed him over to the trainers.
On the third side of the mountain, nestled between sea-breeze and runoff-fed tributaries and forested dells, and the rain shadow of the mountain with three names, a herder and ranching people are the origins of the GRN PC. His father was a Lt. in the First Western Cav (W^1st), lost in the Moorwraith Wars which don't receive much press back East. Further, PC's brother, also a Cavalryman, was recently reported MIA in another Moorwraith conflict over Ancient Auldgoryan ruins.
The PC had a dream the night of the fight with the zombie-shepherd where they both had been transported bodily to some weird chaeotheric realm. In the dream his brother was calling to him from a tower shrouded in mist.
Ah, well, just more fodder for the setting.
