What NPC build can I do to mimic the vibe of the hecatoncheries? My players are gonna be on Sanjak and I wanna invoke the horror of a greywash nightmare skulking the forest like a goddamn yautja, snatching people from the tree line and leaving their bones as an act of terror.
What do we think is in Maya’s noodles? I’d be curious to make them. Like what stock does she use? What’s the firmness of the noodles? What does she put in them? I know pepper and carrots but what else?
Every time we see these two, they’re going having a custody battle over Ichi. Then again, so was Togeice lol.
Here’s a calendar system I made for my high fantasy game; largely flavor (for now at least) based on fire emblem three houses calendar system :
The Month of Passage: The Year opens and with it, new adventures. The veil between thickens as the departed retreat to what awaits them.
The Month of Fortune: Fortune follows when the gate opens. People tend to test their luck in love and other affairs.
The Month of Sowing: The spring planting begins, as the fields are seeded and textiles are woven.
The Month of Storms: The Rainy season, elementals run rampant; encouraged by roaring thunder, howling winds, and drowning rain.
The Month of Joy: A month of celebration for the Gods of fire and spirits associated with the summer season. A festive atmosphere of drinking and dancing persists throughout the month.
The Month of Tranquility: The sun dims as autumn dawns upon the world, and the nights become longer. Unseelie spirits and Undead become more frequent.
The Month of Reaping: The Harvest begins, people leave out offerings and weave charms to ward off unwanted spirits.
The Month of Fangs: Monsters and Beasts begin to migrate south or hibernate, Hunters and adventurers guard against those that remain.
The Month of Shattering: Named after the destruction of the ancient empire and the shattering of the moon. Production slows as the winter months begin.
Month of Garlands: A month of community as friends gather around the hearth, Garlands of Arctic Narcissus and Fir trees are woven as gifts to protect from winter spirits.
The Month of Keening: The Year ends, the dead are mourned and celebrated as the veil thins until the new year.
Let me know what you think.
>!So what I this is what I noticed about the true faith Christ.!<
>!1. The body of Christ isn’t this pristine corpse only marred by starvation and the stigmata. It is mangled and rotting with the Wyrm’s spiral warping his chest.!<
>!2. He is doing the as above so below gesture; a signifier that the wyrm’s corruption in the umbra!< >!affects!< >!the material world.!<
>!3.his crucifix isn’t just some warped piece of wood it’s also an emaciated headless corpse holding his hand stigmas.!<
>!4. The Wyrm pierces his body the same way the spear of Longinus does.!<
>!5. The blue cloth is stained with blood and christs mouth is pierced with a sword; blue in the bible represents heaven and divine revelation. These show that the peace and hope Christianity preaches have been replaced with a dogma of violence.!<
>!6. Christs eye is hollowed and (at least to me) haunted by the way his teachings were corrupted for so long to harm others.!<
The Dove enters Sanguinia’s tomb on Baal Secundus
Dove: Hello again beloved, I’m sorry it took me so long to visit you…things have been hard lately. Sigh. Our sons are lost without you beloved. Some have given into their hunger, others have lost themselves to grief, and then there’s poor Dante. I try to help them as best I can but I am but a man. Today is the day when all who remain loyal honor the sacrifice you made, they even exchange gifts. Do you remember the first gift I ever gave you? The portrait still hangs in the Sanctum Imperialis. I remember being so nervous to present it to you, I had thought you would be as cold as Dame Guilliman or Regalia. But you accepted it with a smile so bright I mistook you for a genuine angel. So I’ve decided to recreated it for you.
He lays the portrait against her casket, it stood alongside his other gifts from years past. Red flowers, sculptures, and bloodstone jewelry all laid against her resting place.
Dante: Father, it is time to depart.
Dove: sigh. Goodbye beloved. I hope someday to bring you news of our victory when next we meet.
The Dove followed Dante out of the tomb, his heart heavier but his resolve strengthened. He cannot allow their sons to fight alone, she would want him to guide them. To stay by Dante and help keep him together until they can reunite the imperium. Until he draws his last, he will honor his angel’s memory.
So my players are tracking a kindred named victor who (as far as they know) are trying to defect to the Anarchs. Here’s what they don’t know and what I’ve lied to them about:
• They’ve all been told Victor is a member of clan Gangrel. This is a lie to obscure what the interested parties want.
• He’s not defecting to the Anarchs; he’s actually defecting to the SI by way of the Arcanum.
• He didn’t just disappear from all kindred surveillance; he has a sorcerous object to obscure him.
For context, my players are looking for an AWOL kindred named Victor (unbeknownst to any of them, the information they’ve received is incomplete half truths and none of them actually know Victor’s clan just that he’s trying to defect to the anarchs and has dropped off the map somehow). One of the players is a nosferatu and the rest of the coterie are going to go to him for help getting in touch with the info network underground. However I plan to make it trickier than that for them. The Nosferatu primogen is a descendant of Zelios; his predecessor turned the sewers into a labyrinthine lair for the clan. A non Euclidean fractal filled with all sorts of puzzles and horrors; not just to ward off outsiders but to test his own clan. Only he and his successor truly know how to navigate it. It’s partially inspired by the LA by night labyrinth but mainly the backrooms.
Wyrmheart sat with one of his sons, he was watching the battle brother work on his bolter; even helping now and then when needed.
Battle Brother: Father, is there something on your mind?
Wyrmheart: Tell me Hal’sen, do you have a family to return to?
Battle Brother: A mother and three brothers. Why do you ask?
Wyrmheart: Someday soon, you will not be able to see them for quite some time. I simply wish to know how you feel.
Battle Brother: When I was chosen to become one of the Emperor’s warriors my family sent me off with pride. I have seen many friends and neighbors welcome home their ascended relatives with open arms. I do not fear the distance, in fact I am not leaving my family behind at all.
Wyrmheart: Do you plan to make someone a brander-priest?
Battle Brother: No, my family has simply grown. My gene-mother who I’ve heard is most caring to her sons, my battle brothers who have been forged in fire with me, and you.
Wyrmheart: Me?
Battle Brother: Of course, you cared for us as aspirants, you taught us much. You are our father, as much as the ones who were there at our birth.
Wyrmheart smiles.
Wyrmheart: I believe it’s done. The transport will be here to take you soon.
Battle Brother: Any words of wisdom father?
Wyrmheart: Nothing I have not already told you.
Wyrmheart takes the bolter and presents it to the battle brother. The battle Brother takes the bolter, he bows his head to Wyrmheart.
Battle Brother: Into the fire father.
Wyrmheart: Unto the anvil of war my son.
Wyrmheart watched the battle brother leave, he felt pride and sorrow. Everytime one of those boys went onto the table, he knew there was a chance they would not make it. Were it not anathema to the imperial truth he would pray for them. If they did make it he would have to watch them fall unto the anvil of war, never to be seen again. He shed no tears for them, they sacrificed for a greater cause and did the people of nocturne proud. Wyrmheart sighs, the next batch of aspirants were due to arrive any moment; a father’s work is never truly done. Even when his children leave.
I forgot how much I liked Lex in Smallville, the whole friends becoming enemies thing always gets me. We see Lex getting close to Clark after the former saves him and he’s genuinely trying to be friends. Not just giving him gifts (or at least trying) but giving him advice (in the typical Luther allegories of conquest). They’re genuinely friends and they’re great up until the heel face turn.
What do y’all headcanon the future of the ps 118 kids in mister simmon’s class is like? Me personally I think it’s something like:
Arnold: working as a fireman, nurse, or community organizer. Doing something to help the city Y’know.
Gerald: My man is a smooth talker, a storyteller, and always seems to know a guy who knows something. I can see him working in any field that lets him use his charm and connections. Like a Journalist or negotiating.
Helga: Helga G. Pataki despite her parents is a brilliant girl with a poets heart and the mind of Machiavelli. She has grand ambitions and I’d like to think she does eventually become president like she dreamed but in a more grounded sense I can see her taking on a job to help with troubled youth. The same way Dr.Bliss helped her work through some of her issues in Helga on the couch.
Phoebe Heyerdahl: I have no doubt that whatever phoebe does, it will be great. She’s a virtuoso in a variety of subjects and I’m sure gains assertiveness and confidence with age. Maybe a doctor or some kind of engineer/scientist.
Brainy: IDK about the weezer dawg.
Harold: Inherits the Butcher Shop from Mr.Green.
Sid: I kinda hope the kid does alright but with his skittish personality and slimy demeanor I fear he becomes some kinda con man…or a prosecutor.
Stinky: I can see my favorite hayseed doing something with his green thumb. Maybe landscaping.
Rhonda: Fashion and makeup.
Nadine: Girl is an entomologist or if she expands beyond bugs some kind of wild life conservationist.
Curly: Kid is prolly gonna be the Dwight of whatever workplace he ends up in.
Lorenzo: That kid is gonna run a company someday.
Lila: She’d probably end up in nursing.
If you’re binder XO has chant for the sword king, what is it?
For me it’s:
Bring down the heavens
Destroy the gates of saint Peter
and all above bear witness to the carnage below.
Let swing the sword of saint Michael
I call you forth
So, I have started to run No Room for Wallflowers for my players. We are at the end of late spring and had just completed the first half of the defense of Evergreen fight. They have defended the reactor and based off the premise of and I quote “They tried to blow up a nuclear reactor dawg”. They tracked down the escape pod into the brush which I said was too thick for their mechs to traverse so they had to trek on foot. The Karrakin PC managed to find the pilot and I decided to spice things up by making it an injured Egregorian. Ironically enough the Karrakin pc who was pankrati did not manage to tackle the crustacean. But the doctor pc managed to hog tie the Egregorian, attempting to prove he wasn’t a threat. The Egregorian (knowing the doctor was fighting for Evergreen) decided not to be captured and cyanided herself. They intend to take the body back to doctor Eku for brownie points. The Egregorian’s name was Rose.
Currently running wallflower for a few friends and we’re about to enter Early Summer. What have you done for Dthall Ordo’s voice since she’s described as having a “heavy accent?
What learning apps would you recommend for someone trying to learn a new language (or brush up on languages he already knows but isn’t as proficient as he used to be)?
What would they say? How would they introduce themselves to their handler? What would their closing statement be? For example see the attached video.
Agenda: Demon (he’s lazy but mention scrip and he’ll lock in)
Blasphemy: Tension (has the steel soul quirk)
Additional information: a fixation with bladed weapons, kleptomaniac, charismatic when he wants to be, chain smoker.
Quotes:
“Ours is the path of suffering, no one will mourn us. No one will even know our names. So I’ll take my pieces of silver even if I have to pluck it off someone’s corpse.”
“I am a sword, my only purpose is to cut.”
“Can a XO borrow a French fry.”
“Gimme 5 scrip I’ll pay you back (lie).”
“My heart was taken from me a long time ago, all that’s left is this cursed blade.”
“DAMNIT MY PARLAY!”
“Pockets drenched, pockets healthy.”
“I’m mansa fucking musa.”
“If only I could cut away these memories of you. In the end, I couldn’t change a thing.”
“Couper. Raskol. Kiri. Cut. Mourir. Shine. Die. kill. kill. **KILL**!”
Lookism- What started as a fat high school kid being bullied then gaining the strange ability to swap to a more fit version of himself and gaining confidence turns into a full on gang shit. I mean fighting to the death and even losing friends to this war and we NEVER see him in school again.
Viral hit (or how to fight)- What started as yet another high school loser gaining confidence through learning how to fight escalated into him and his friends going FULL VIGILANTE against a gang.
Not a soccer fan mind you but like, I’m loving seeing all these people come through and enjoying my country for all the good things. Especially the Japanese, hope y’all enjoyed the barbecue. I’m loving all of this and I’m glad to share my table with all of you.
Let’s say, hypothetically that your country’s mystical practices become real. How would your country react? What would you do with the magic ? Example: Ofuda actually do effect the condition of a home by warding off bad spirits.