Kaiden's Spire is a great place to be if you're a powerful Stormlord. Logically, it proceeds that it's an ok place to be if you're of mediocre power, and somewhat crappy if you're a complete neophyte. This particular chain of flawless logic came to Heresh as she hung upside down from one of the...
War does not determine who is right, only who is left. By that standard, Hulbrad Tristan is pretty damned left.
At the beginning of the war, he was a clerk with no achievements to his name. In the end, he was one of the less than half dozen true warlords still standing.
His men still refer...
Ok, had an idea. Been kicking around for a bit.
All superpowers come from one of two sources, either technological enhancement or elemental gift/enlightenment.
Technological enhancement means your power armour, your cyborgs, your bag of tricks espionage Jason Bourne murdermonsters, your...
“As above, so below. The view from Axis Mundi is infinite, you understand. Kill the god, and the river dies. Bind the river, and the god sickens. As moves one, so must the other. Realize, then, that I may push the right one to see your cancer return. Take your bulldozers away from this sacred...
This would be a Crucible game, set in a town in the mountains, occupying the only clear valley passage between north and south for a hundred miles in either direction.
You guys would be monster hunters who decided not to get eaten by something terrible, and got out of the game while you're...
Name:
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Nationality: Kelenite
Social Status: Nobility, outcast.
Profession/Occupation: Vampire slayer and hypocrite.
Vice: Brooding over the wrong turns in her life, resentment boiling to anger. Fury and paranoia lead to flawed decisions.
Pride...
Era: YD 166
Piotr Nevalle, The Rabblerouser
Piotr knows that he's doing the right thing. In his twenty-seven years, he's seen some very strange things, and he's come to the pragmatic conclusion that most of them were bloody dangerous and not worth having around. A deciding influence on...
Era: YD 163
Holden Spellbreaker
Holden has spent many years being an asset of those in power, and is now determined to die as an ally to the powerless.
Born with a vanishingly rare mutation, Holden's soul is a ravenous sorcerous predator, a wolf snapping and snarling at the threads...
Era: YD 152
Rochelle Stonescribe
Rochelle is a woman consumed by a vision. She looks to the world around her, the conflicting powers and rising tide of arcane and mundane might, and she knows that civilisation is going to fall. She witnessed the destruction of the Deepswell arcology...
Lybar Davore was born in the House of Sighs, but his years after infancy were spent cloistered by the wishes of his parents. His mortal father wanted the impossible for him, a 'normal' life. As he grew from a child into a young man, he remained away from most of the business of his House. Davore...
The Dog's Bollocks
The sign that hung over the pub in the 1990's was admired by many, until the proprietor, Gerry Hicks, was prevailed upon to take it down. Apparently, a grinning bulldog with his back end facing out of the sign was considered a bit vulgar.
This place was originally set...
The Black Lantern B&B
(Reasonable Rates, Private Rooms Available, Beachfront Access)
One of the Lantern's two private rooms (lace curtains! Hideous bedspreads! Porcelain doorknobs!) is occupied by an elderly couple who are booked up to the end of the week. Apparently they're having fun...
This is the Out Of Character thread, for discussing random crap, commenting on the events of the game, and shameless metagaming.
Seeing as this is the first post, I think I should probably put some useful information here where it can always be found.
Character generation as standard, plus...
Welcome To Shearport
Intro
Welcome to Shearport, Maine. The glories of Summer are withering as we move into Autumn. Green becomes scarlet and gold in the woods, while the golden beach becomes grey, the tide washing it clean of the summer tourists. Fishermen mutter little catchphrases...
Had an idea for setting a Changeling game in a smallish coastal town in Maine. The glories of Summer are withering as we move into Autumn. Green becomes scarlet and gold in the woods, while the golden beach becomes grey, the tide washing it clean of the summer tourists. Fishermen mutter little...
Vikk
Vikk has had a life which other folk would call interesting, and which he would largely describe as a pain in the arse. Caught at a young age and recognised for what he truly was, he had a fairly intensive schooling in the art of butchering dreadful monsters. Along the way, he's had the...