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>>46816341
>Core is finally out, what game ideas do you have?
I've actually been in a game for several months, but if I were to run one it would be Sinbad-meets-Elric in the Dreaming Sea.

From last thread:
>Disappointing. I just checked Volcano Cutter and it looks like the average person doesn't get to use its evocations for 5+ turns.

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>>46816341
>>Character Sheet with Formulas and Autofill
>https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1pfjmZKzcUqAX9mB58IAEUIFkZr8rq4CvdRRM4kzwwgU/edit?usp=sharing
Greatest thing since
round bread

*Fantasy Craft*, Dungeon World, 13th Age, GURPS Dungeon Fantasy.

>>46810713
Reign, Warhammer fantasy, riddle of Steel, burning wheel, mouse guard.

Savage Worlds is good if you want game to feel less ruley/gamey and more narrative. It's also extremely simple system that's easy to learn.

GURPS would be good choice if you want something less heroic and more "realistic" because it's simulation type of a system.

>>46801684

>Who was phone?
>She was dead the whole time.
>It was the present all along.
>You were dead the whole time.
>The wolf is her father.
>It was all a dream.
>Soylent Green is wolves.
>The wolf killed Dumbledore.
>It was purgatory the whole time.
>No, PCs, you are wolves!
>Everything was a daydream in the mind of an autistic child.

>>46801684
Wolf creature is a benandanti. Girl is actualy the spirit of a powerful demon lord attempting to reinhabit it's body, which is disguised as a nearby crone.

Players are in hell.

>>46801684
The wolf is the grandmother, afflicted by lycanthropy. The curse has twisted her mind, and now she associates everything she once loved with hunger and rage.

>>46843779

The wash of waves slam against the supports of the pier in the distance, the hustle and bustle of the city of Cleptess carries on. Sailor and merchant's wives go down to market to purchase fresh fish and vegetables for an evening dinner when their husbands return home. Pickpockets and Cutpurses roam between the stalls with hoods to hide their sinister Drezhar features. Their finds likely going down to the city beneath the city, Septic, where strange and unusual things are like to occur.

Sol shines down, giving everyone a brilliant day, yet a scummy overcast sheds the city in an almost befouled light as corruption and greed run all the way down to the Cleptess's roots.

As your party wandered the streets upon the back of the Dire Wolf, a man looking for your noble entourage took notice and followed after as you made your way into a tavern. The waxed sign would still bear the crust of old salt locked deep within the wood, but the text would remain clear, “The Merry Sailor's Widow.”

With a smile, you took a lone man striding for the tavern aside. A regular drunk with no doubt out to start his drinking a touch early in the day. Slipping a few topaz gems and a word that they truly must be old friends, the aspiring drunk slapped this stranger upon the back and hung an arm over his shoulder as they strode inside.

Taking up a table separated by only one other from the targets he would spy on, he relaxed into his seat and called for a round for old friends. Now and then, he'd peer his green eyes over at the Redheaded Namour, White-haired Makoh, and Bookish Stella “lad” with glasses that only one of high esteem could afford in such good condition.

>>46843810

With her posture tensing he guesses well that the Makoh must have noticed him. Those zealous fighters are typically keen about their surroundings after all.. A short time later as he's joking with his “Friend,” the redhead meets his eyes with illustrious silver ones of her own. His heart stops for a moment as his eyes widen in a moment of surprise. Those eyes...

>https://youtu.be/DEeAN471boQ?t=12m19s
>...

You stiffen as you make eye contact with the man from afar. Though he wears a cowl and carries himself happily despite the less than luxurious setting, the diamonds in his green eyes are unmistakable as a Hylon. Yet, what would a Hylon be doing here? And why would they follow? Your eyes shift to Victoria as she tries to drink her beverage, face going red and lips trembling from the foul taste.

Reaching out, you touch the mug and lower it from her lips with a caring grin, “Woah there, you don't need to be so eager. We can order you squeezed juice instead.”

Victoria's cheeks go red.

Odette chuckles stiffly, the stranger's presence still perturbing her, “She insisted on having what we're having.”

“I don't understand why anyone drinks this foul beverage. I'd associate the words rancid from that experience. Is this what fermented tends to mean? They truly allow this to stew in barrels for months on end? Have they no clue how awful this is? Here I was upset that father never allowed me wine at the table...” Victoria carries on rambling while you look into Odette's eyes.

“Lead him to an isolated area?” She asks.

“We could confront him. He saw me look at him though.”

“Could incite a barfight and slip away in the chaos.”

“Fun, though we could also approach him directly... Or I could ask him to dance?” You smile innocently, showing your bright teeth.

>>46843828

>[Leave the tavern and lead the man to an alley for ambush.]
>[Incite a barfight and slip away in the chaos.]
>[Ask the bard to play a song and get everyone dancing, greet the man as a partner.]
>[Confront the man directly.]
>[Do nothing...]
>[Write in.]

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>>46842534
"Is it really such a problem?" Reagan asks.

"Legally, only the nobles are allowed to own land and resources, and to control the production quotas of the various guilds," you explain. "In practice, there's more flexibility. Some nobles prefer a hands-off approach, while others like to become heavily involved. It's not usually a problem, but it can affect regional economies, and there's always a certain element of uncertainty involved since the nobles can seize and redistribute assets whenever they want."

"This time, it looks like the Coleran merchants have allied themselves with House Haearnty," Myrddin says. "Haearnty lost its lands, its wealth, and its seal of nobility several years ago when Prince Aled swindled them into bankruptcy to acquire some of their farmland which was suitable for growing alchemical reagents."

In other words, they're unlikely to have a positive impression of the royal family. A noble house can still recover after losing its land and its wealth, but the loss of a seal of nobility is catastrophic. Without its seal, mercantile enterprises are the only way for House Haearnty to make some kind of recovery, but even then, they'll always be dependent on another noble house.

>"Ignore them. There's no need to get myself wrapped up in this."
>[Sovereign/1d10] "See to it they have a meeting with the king. He can take care of this."
>[Sovereign/1d8] "I need to handle this personally. Invite their representatives to my offices."
>[Sovereign/1d12] "I'd like to show them some good will. I'll meet them at a venue of their choice."

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>46842546
>"I'd like to show them some good will. I'll meet them at a venue of their choice."

>>46842546
>>[Sovereign/1d8] "I need to handle this personally. Invite their representatives to my offices."
We can handle this

>>46836429
Miellewds-guy here.
Waiting for showing Tanis why Eldric is her master and improving her Loyalty.

Here

>>46836429
here

>>46825219
>Crude magic catalyst

>>46825219
>>Broken dagger
Sup Kaz?

>>46825219
>Broken dagger

Prior to AI use, a working class composed almost entirely of androids was in effect. Cold and calculating, androids fail to produce a wide range of emotions. While they may feature some level of personality, androids are highly task based, and will almost always take the shortest and most logical route to success. Androids rarely develop relationships, and a good number of them have been discontinued. Those in effect are often highly modified, and either used as personal bodyguards or recruited as hunters.

Humans no longer stand alone as a single organic race on New Earth as well. The most prominent of emerging races are the Pranni and Agmeo, two races created through genetic experimentation prior to mankind’s return to Earth. The pranni are small, childlike humanoids, with skin tones ranging between light shades of blue and purple. They feature pointed ears that are almost diamond in shape. They age slowly and retain a childlike size throughout their entire life. Pranni are notorious for their keen intellect and regal bearings, often taking leadership roles in The Order and other local governments.

Agmeo, on the other hands, are largely viewed as brutes. Massive humanoids towering over other races by nearly two feet, they are the subject of prejudice. Also created through genetic experimentation, the Agmeo were an attempt at creating a superior being, however extensive testing showed that their temper matched their strength, and they were given a number of military roles when mankind returned to earth. Today, Agmeo make up a majority of the lower class, with many forced into the First Army as military comes close to tradition for Agmeo communities.

The bureaucracy of The Order is its greatest weakness. A government so built around the approval process that little is done to forward the world. Within it, however, sits a sort of capitalist technocracy run by corporations who produce the various goods and weapons of this futuristic world. The leading company is UpLink, the inventors of the null-core. This company holds nearly total control of the technoscape, the world brought about by the use of null-cores.

This leaves us to ask about you and your decision to become a hunter. Before we begin, please answer the following questions about you and what sort of hunter you will be:
What is your name?

What is your gender?
-Male
-Female

What race are you?
-Human
-Pranni
-Agmeo
-Android
-AI

Which of the following roles is most appealing to you?
-Knight
-Rogue
-Mage
-Medic

Which of the following guilds are you interested in being a part of?:
-Majoris
-Medicus
-Nachtraven
-Terrus
-Royale
-Dragoon
-Vexel

>Roll 5d6s. 6 locks in a question answer.
>Future decisions are decided by popular vote or first post if no one likes anyone else’s idea. GM has the right to override first choice for a later one if it’s really clever.

(Initial :NULL: Quest thread died and was poorly planned. Spent the day actually scripting stuff out a bit more, working on location details, etc. Let's try this again.)

Rolled 4, 1, 3, 1, 6 = 15 (5d6)

>>46825081
-Male
-Human
-Medic
-Medicus
I still like to play as a tank medic.

The half-breeds.

>>46818688
You didn't specify any equipment, Orcs bulldoze through everyone else with little issue.

>>46818688
if the room is large enough elves win
if it's small enough orcs win
I'm not sure what kind of equipment humans would get so who knows about them

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Your son is going to be okay, and this thought fills you with immense relief. Then you recall that someone hurt your son, and your hands start to shake. The anger builds as you push yourself to your feet and you're filled with a manic sort of energy. This world is going to burn, and you're going to be the one that sets it alight. The spirit, its disciples, its minions, its servants; you'll see every last one of them turned to ash and forgotten before you forgive the harm they've caused.

Casting about the swamp you find yourself in, you focus in on the enormous living temple resting across the marsh. It stretches skyward, vanishing into the colorful mist which hangs heavy in the air of this place. If the spirit has a place of power, this is it. With Zahak following closely behind you stride towards the yawning archway, fire dancing at your fingertips and the pools of stagnant water parting to allow your passage.

As you ascend the stairs you can finally see something of the interior. The walls on either side have been shaped from coral into mesmerizing, multicolored patterns. They seem to pulse and writhe as you enter, coming alive with motion. Perhaps they recognize your presence as foreign, or perhaps they're merely responding to some new stimuli. The sight of the walls around you reaching towards you, spreading their twitching tendrils in excitement, is a disturbing one nonetheless.

Zahak is startled, and a jet of flame washes over the wall on your right. The thick slime which coats the walls seems to insulate the coral from the heat of the flame, but a strange shiver runs through the entire structure. As you continue further towards what you think is a throne room, the coral on your right begins to untwist itself. An enormous figure is disgorged, clad in thick carapace armor and wielding a stained copper sword nearly as long as you are tall. He stumbles from the wall to block your path, sword crunching into the floor as he lets it fall.

(1/2)

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The blade of your saber hums softly in the silence that follows. Behind you, you can hear the soft clatter of chitin against the coral floor, and Zahak's thoughts inform you that the spirit's minions have blocked off the exit. Perhaps if you were a lesser man you would be afraid. Perhaps if this spirit had not harmed your son, you would be tempted to retreat. Instead you can feel your face split into a manic grin, hidden behind the featureless mask of your helm. This will be fun.

>Sic Zahak on the disciple while you handle the minons.
>Allow Zahak to feast on boiled crab, you'll cut this bastard into chunks.
>You don't have time to waste on a fight. Ricky should have reloaded your pistol by now, blast him.
>His armor seems almost alive, maybe you can rot it off of him with a bit of Water Magic. (4 vys)
>Poison him, make him suffer. (1 vys)
>Write-in

Courtesy of an Anon, writefaggotry: http://pastebin.com/daxsdpvQ

>>46842772
>Allow Zahak to feast on boiled crab, you'll cut this bastard into chunks.

>>46841135
What the hell. I'll bite.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>46841163

>>46841163
>>46841185
> 9- Unknown - "The reason for this Stormhosts creation is shrouded in mystery."
Alright, it's a start so far.

Alright, now give me a 1d6 for when the Stormhost was founded.

>>46838973
How do I Druid, you say?

Flame Blade.

>>46838973
My druids remember to put 5eg in the OP title

>>46838961
>except if your dm believes it's an exploitation of RAW
As a DM I honestly redid proficiencies for classes and put warlock in the same tier as rogues, so they have full prof in Simple and Finesse weapons by virtue of class. I might give them back longsword.

>>46838831
>>Daughter Rescue
>>Inventing Carbonated Drinks and Snack Chips

>>46838831
>Military Prowess
>Daughter Rescue

>>46838831
>Artifact Investigation
>Daughter Rescue
And see if we can get her to take the artifact she took previously on her way out.
Me thinks we could plan a heist....

Haven't had a chance to look yet.
I ran the last edition of DG at a local gaming con, people seemed to have fun but we didn't get to finish the scenario. I more blame that on the length and style of the scenario - Convergence - and con time limits than any problem with delta green as a game, though.

can someone explain ghouls in DG for me?

>>46831404

They're humans.

Prolonged cannibalism induces a massive change in the body, making them incredibly strong, nocturnal corpse-eaters.

They mostly live peacefully, beneath major cities. They're isolationist - they don't want contact with the "unripened fruits". Some wield ghoulish magic, and some outcasts live on the surface and prey on humans directly.

Ghoul magic is things like "eat a brain to gain all its knowledge" or "eat flesh to take their shape".

New Orleans has or had a powerful clan of ghouls ruling a crime syndicate. They had a killsquad of zombies in tactical gear, and various nasty magics.

>>46808570
So hit it with a steel hammer? You do know titaniums weaker than steel right?

>>46808570

>Not letting your players break the everything
>Not using it as an excuse for an extra encounter or two, as creatures are drawn to the sound of shit being broken open
>Not cackling as you describe the wondrous artifact, now split in two because of the warrior's axe

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>Is clearly an Elemental.
>Is clearly casting Banish.