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>>44284889
It's your item. Say that the magic was unstable and is fading away.

>>44284889
Have the items get destroyed during combat encounters. A powerful wizard zaps you with an eldritch field and your item's power is drained.

Have a thief steal the item.

Have powerful mercenaries constantly challenge them for possession of this item, since it's so good. The party can't defeat everyone in the world.

>>44284889
Don't listen to the "take it away" suggestions. It just pisses off players. Have it play a larger role in a campaign, if it's something that they got special let them have the option of using it to power a more powerful, one shot weapon to take out something big. That way they feel it was their "choice" to get rid of it, and reward them in gold or renown.

>Clergy that isn't corrupt and actually wants what's best for the common man

>>44284794
>>Neither of them have romantic feelings for eachother
>>In fact, both are already happily married
I love these old memes, they're very funny.

>the king and his court are full of reasonable people and there is no backstabbing going around

I've played and run the other Cypher game, Numenera, and have a bunch of the Strange books, but rapid-fire multi-genre is for the more excessively caffeinated, a group I no longer am part of.

>>44284729
Is this game supposed to be like the Sliders tv show, where you travel between dimensions and worlds?

>>44287314
Sort of... but you're not on an out of control ride. Your equipment and, to an extent, you acclimate to the new world you're in so you're not a total outsider once you're there. You also won't ever run into an alternate version of yourself... well... unless there's some reason for it but these worlds are not alternate earths.

They can be ANYTHING your GM can think of or steal from. You might go from a world where you're helping a super-sleuth solve a mystery using deductive reasoning (or so he says, anyway) right to a world where you're part of a ragtag fleet fleeing a robot army to find sanctuary on a world settled by the fabled 13th colony to maybe a world where Dark Lords from other realities are stealing Earth's probability energy, etc.

The worlds come into existence because of The Strange... some ancient field of alien construction. No one is sure why it was created but it apparently got away from the builders' control... and now things reside there. Bad things. Things that can consume whole planets. In fact, one of those motherfuckers showing up on our doorstep was how we found out about the Strange.

In the game, you play a person who is part of an agency that goes on excursions into the Strange for various reasons. You 're one of the Quickened and that gives you the ability to "translate" into these other worlds without the aid of something like a gate or portal. They also allow you to bend the rules a bit based on certain qualities you've chosen at character generation: spinners twist perceptions, vector's move in unexpected ways, paradox's can rewrite facts, etc.

I'm only reading about it. I haven't gotten to play.... but I want to.

>>44284596
[1/3]

“Okay, here are the plans.” Dottie consults with you, the Mayor, the mining Foreman, and some of the Town Guard over a parchment where written is the suspected look of the new port for Ohlendorf’s Drift. “So, we are half a mile away from the sea, but, the plan is to have a central bridge locking the town to a seaport which initially will be fitted towards small fishing ships. We’re hoping as well that the bridge can be expanded to become sort of a mini-highway for the town if people come to live here too, we build new houses and storefronts along it. We already have men at work getting the bridge together.”

A guard pulls back the parchment, revealing that…

Progress has been slow.

You sigh. “So that’s the plan, right?”

The town had originally planned on starting last week, but had been stopped by a variety of factors. On the first day, there was rain. On the second day, there was a storm. On the third day, there was more rain. On the fourth, travelers actually bought up half the wood devoted to the projected for their own purposes. On the fifth and sixth, the entire town devoted themselves to cutting down nearby trees a mile away to get back the wood. And it was now the seventh. And so far, the half mile bridge was at most ten feet.

The Mayor grumbles angrily. “This wouldn’t be happening if we had the support of a noble! They could summon their army engineers to come and help us with this!”

“You say that, but I have actually summoned an engineer to come help us,” says Dottie. “She’s a prominent Siege Engineer that has worked with the best and brightest of nobles, and thus knows how to take down castles of all shapes and sizes!”

You hold up a finger. “… does that translate to building things though?”

“I hope it does,” says Dottie. “She’s soon to meet us over lunch today, we can discuss payment.”

>>44284614
[2/2]

“We better not pay her too much! We can barely afford Mister Halbschwert here!” the Mayor scolds. “And the mine still needs its daily maintenance fees as well, not to mention having to spend money on replacing the old logs keeping the town afloat!” She huffs. “Everything is money, money, money lately!” She hobbles away, off to her carriage. The others follow suit, leaving you and Dottie to look over the town.

“So, Dottie,” you ask. She looks at you, confused. You cough. Accidentally called her by given name. “Er, so… think we can finish this before the end of the month?”

“We’ll be lucky if we finish this before the year ends,” she says bluntly. “As nice as everyone volunteering is…” She sighs a little sadly. “I’m afraid we simply don’t have enough manpower to get this port built in timely fashion.”

“Which is why you hired that engineer?” you ask. She nods. “What’s her name.”

“Name of Sigrid Sedere,” she says. “Like I said, she’ll be arriving and we can discuss things over lunch. You can come, considering this was your idea, Hartmut.” You tilt your head. Ah.

> “I’d love to.”
> “No thanks. I better help what people we have building.”
> Other

>>44284633
>“I’d love to.”

Trebuchet waifu is go.

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When natural 20s go wrong.

>>44284344
>Worry not, Flanduin the Dessert Knight, for I, PIzzenzzio the Wizard, shall gently disarm the guard with the use of a well, aimed fireball on the opposite direction right into that mountain, redirecting his attention to the ruckus, and not to our position!

>>44284344
The Bard wanted to just distract the lich. The lich WAS distracted mind you.

>>44283848
Houkago Saikoro Kurabu?

Unrelated, but I want to say thanks to the anon who pimped TBZ in the last Quick Start thread. Been reading it, and it's pretty great.

>>44283848
Knights of the Dinner Table.

"This new shell is fun."

>>44283655
"Processing: Slow.
Mobility: Fun."

>>44283655
Now I will rule Australia

>>44283645
Recaf, sugar, lho sticks

>>44283662
2nd.
But grimderp it up. Make a ship have a few hundred kilotons of sugar, or a belly full of generational slaves or something.

>>44283662
I was thinking more in terms of their value rather than the actual equivalents, but to be fair that would make for a good haul. Any ideas that are a bit more unusual?

I went and killed some undead guy and then stole all his stuff. The end.

The Fat King needs willing sacrifices for his living palace.

>>44284800
>willing
>sacrifices
Good luck with that.

So you are looking for a system that focuses on many vs 1 action that uses only d6?

>>44283065

I dunno. Gurps lite?

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>>44283174
Exactly!

It will usually be:

>fight some minions/cultists/spawns
>reach the to-be-boss and kill him on a 1vs1 battle

>>44282960
"Commander!" DC leaves your side to stand with four other girls infront of one of your two tanks, an M4 Sherman painted in perfect olive drab. "C Team, at your service! We are veterans of the Tankery team, and experienced with our Sherman! Though, we've never actually been in a battle..." She says, losing steam. One of the girls behind her clears her throat, and she snaps to attention again. "Right, yes. Tex, our Gunner. Missi, our Loader. Cal, Radio Operator. York, Driver." The girls... you hate to call them 'generic', but they really are. Crisp and perfect school uniforms, with red bands around their right biceps that say TANK in blocky black letters. DC returns to your side as you move to the next team.

Standing infront of the other M4 Sherman, this one painted in wild... dazzle camo? Maybe? It hurts to look at, for sure. Bright yellows and purples and greens. "Jota Jolyne, Team Wyldchild commander. This is Cy Phy, our Gunner. Ad Vance, our Loader. Pina Colada, Radio Operator. Tina Tomorrow, Driver. We're in the same boat as C Team." The girl infront explains. Baggy purple sweat pants, cut off purple hoodie with yellow jargon painted on the front, no shoes, hair tied up to look like two panda ears atop her head. Each of her girls is dressed similarly. You're nudged along by T.

>Cont.

>>44283081
"Now for my girls!" She cheerily says, swinging her arms wide as she walks backwards to stand with them. Two cling to either side of her, giving big thumbs up and cheeky grins. "We're the urban combat club. Or we used to be. Budget cuts means we ain't got a club no more. Buuut, we gotta have an elective club, so we went with tanking. We still get to shoot people, right?" Big grin. "So, we did do a little practice, just to find our places. Vickie Kandle, gunner. Tanya Tanouye, Loader. Mary May, Backup Gunner. Rika Lester, Backup Loader. Milly Ricketts, Radio Operator. Art Gammon, Driver. Yeeeah, hopefully we can all jam in one metal box!" They're all in school uniforms, but distinctly lacking the pristine look of C Team, instead looking lazy and thrown together, save for their perfectly in place elbow and knee pads, and pushed-up out of the way safety glasses. Each wears a pistol on their hip, and a couple have Tommy Guns slung over their shoulders.

"Tch. Have you no shame at all, Dogmeat?" The leader of Eagle Team, next in line, pipes up. T bounces along with you while you step up to inspect the three woman team next. "I am Amaterasu Yomi. Team leader and radio operator. These are my subordinates, Tsukiyomi Itomi, and Benzaiten Satsuri. Gunner-slash-Loader, and Driver, respectively. We are part of the Archery club, but sadly funding dried up. You'll find this quite a common issue on our dear Okinawa." She explains. Prim. Proper. Each wears a traditional miko's robes, with bows strung over their shoulders. Yomi carries a daisho set on her hip, and the other two wakizashis.

"Kinda full of themselves, but pretty useful in a scrap." T stage whispers in your ear. "Ami-chan can be hard to get used to, but she really is a doll." She swears. The girl bristles.

"Silence your cur mouth, Dogmeat!" She hisses, earning cackles from T as she drags you along to- What.

>Cont.

>>44283166
"Despite appearances, no, we do not have a team of Magical Girls to solve all our problems!" T says, grinning ear to ear. You can be forgiven for making the assumption.

"Team Happy, miss! We're the Idol club! Or, we used to be. You know... funding." The girl, she looks younger than you. Freshman maybe? "I'm Takahashi Mina! Team leader! This is Kojima Hara, gunner. Shimazaki Hara, Loader. Miyaki Sakura, Radio Operator. And Matsu Juri, Driver!" She happily explains, as each girl strikes a pose or waves cheerily. You swear to Christ and Buddha, they're Magical Girls. They're sure dressed the part, frilly little dresses and ribbons and bows and... idols. What's the world coming to when idols are climbing in a tank?

Well. That leads to the main issue, don't it? They're not in a tank. Supposedly, Teams Eagle, Hound, and Happy all know where a tank might be. You should probably join up with one of them in searching, while the others go search for theirs as well. But do you have anything to say to your crews first?

>Write In?

>Chose Mission:
>Team Happy, Seedy Underbelly!
>Team Eagle, Bushido Trumps Ninjutsu!
>Team Hound, Fist And Fang!

>>44282947
Suppressed pedophilia.

Casual drug use.

>>44282947
It would probably depend on the specific god.

>>44282935
For one like Four Lions? Fiasco, maybe.

>>44282935
All Flesh Must be Eaten (minus the zombies).
The corebook has military operative mooks in one of the deadworlds and you can use the Survivor character archetypes as boss-level NPCs.

>>44282894

“What a regrettable predicament”, you find yourself thinking.
Knee-dep in the mud of the trench, your fellow brothers in arm seem not to be as worried as you are. Have they come to terms with their own death? Or do they cling on the hope of eventually surviving?
A nearby soldier produces a phone from his pockets, and proceeds to show around the picture on the screen. It’s his family, an old-looking couple, a guy that must be in his late twenties, and a younger girl, although you’re not sure if the latter is the guy’s sister or his partner.
As you stare in the picture, you start recalling that day not long after your graduation.

A friend of your father had approached you with a rather alluring job offer in his company, member of the same keiretsu that employed your whole family.
“There is one condition, though”, he said. “One year of mandatory military training”
“Military training? But I am an engineer”
“The army needs military engineers, not only to design new weapons, but also on the battlefield”.
Weapon design wasn’t exactly your dream job, but there was no doubt that a lot of funds were diverted from civil to military engineering and, as a result, breakthroughs in military engineering often ended up benefitting the populace as well. Specifically, you were looking forward for the opportunity to design the first deepwater vessel.
After all, a year spent as frontline soldier in training could have only been beneficial for your curriculum given your aspirations, so you accepted.
“Why the condition, if I might inquire?”
You father friend took you by the arm and forced you to turn your back on the crowd, with the air of someone who is sharing confidential details.

(1/2)

>>44282913
(2/2)

“My company as well as your father are part of a proud association of innovative businesses all united in their loyalties to the Hakamichi Zaibatsu. Now, there’s no mystery the Hakamichi have territorial ambitions over the Amber Plains, an area largely mutation-free even after the events of the Day of Infamy. It seems that after the pacificatory marriage the Satou might be incline to grant the annexation of that land to the Hakamichi. For this reason, Jigoro, the pater familias, has decided to offer special grants and privileges to single enterprises and entire keiretsu who provide a certain percentage of battle-ready employees. Most surely you will never see a battlefield in your life, but we get to offer you an higher starting salary. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”
It sounded good alright, but there was a catch. And the catch was you standing there in that muddy spot, attempting to defend the Hakamichi frontline on the Amber Creek.

Your first day at the training camp was nothing special. You remember it as consisting mostly of a long speech by an high-ranking officer and the attempts to mingle with your soon to be comrades. They were mostly dull and uneducated. Apparently they were in the process of organizing a wild night of partying, right on their first day at the camp, right before the attitudinal test.

>write in

>>44282934
Let's go through our inventory.

What do we have with us?

it does sound interesting. Issue is that while a village in a medieval setting is pretty default, cities all wildly differ. I would be intrigued though, especially with no. 3.

>>44282919
In the setting I have in mind, a bit of nonsense mashups of things wouldn't be too out of place.

Basically trying to do an Urban Dungeon Crawl in a Kowloon like megacity with a hallucinatory 80's vibe and modern fantasy style. Sort of like IVAN crossed with Hotline Miami.

>>44282880
bump