I can totally see that.Originally Posted by chirine ba kal
Whatever became of Eyloa? "E" is for Eyloa who was turned into a wee blue fishy by the Lord Fu Shi'i.
Might a good adventure for Lord Chirine to send low level guys on?
Shemek.
(Take my fish, please!)
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Mark Twain
I put up with it for a while longer, on their later visits. I did eventually drop them, after yet more provocations. I take the position that laughter is the bane of tyrants (I forget who originally said that) so I had my revenge; I did a set of miniatures of the four of them, my chief tormentors. They now appear as a random encounter for players to boggle at. Figures by Reaper, paint and satire by me...Well I hope you immediately showed him the door. What an arse hole. I don't understand what happened to manners? Who does this kind of thing and think that it's OK? Chirine, as I've said before, you have the patience of Job. I would not not have appreciated that type of comment at all.
Shemek.
Indeed!!! And an extra 10 points for such a fine picture.
Shemek.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Mark Twain
"A Fist Full Of Kaitars"?
"For A Few Kaitars More"?
"The Good, The Bad, And The Ahoggya"?
I've run all three as adventures, and I've worn my serape while doing it.
He's lurking around the Tlashte Heights in Livyanu, being am eccentric recluse wizard. (No change, there.) Still the same grumpy look too, and the same erratic sorcery.
Hot Damn! I would have loved to have played in those games. I don't know what it is about this film but as soon as I hear the music I've just got to sit and watch it. Would you mind if I stole your idea for my group? I know they would get a kick out of " The Good, The Bad, And The Ahoggya "
Shemek.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Mark Twain
Hot Damn! I would have loved to have played in those games. I don't know what it is about this film but as soon as I hear the music I've just got to sit and watch it. Would you mind if I stole your idea for my group? I know they would get a kick out of " The Good, The Bad, And The Ahoggya "
Shemek.
They were quite good games, if I do say so myself. I used to watch a lot of spaghetti Westerns, so I had the plots down cold. The players I had, at that time, had never seen any of them - too 'low brow', I was told. So, it was a great time.
Fell free to lift all three! I used them entirely according to the script, so they are easy to run. Add Tekumelyani details to suit, of course. If you are really feeling cinematic, I hear that two Tsolyani couriers near Sunraya have been murdered, and the OAL is sending a senior officer to investigate. The locals are rounding up the usual suspects. Everybody goes to Ri'ick's Muglavyani Canversarai, of course, where the local prefect is shocked - shocked, I tell you! - to discover that gambling is going on there. Much derring-do occurs. In the climactic scene at the tubeway car station, Molkar hi Strasser is killed, and the prefect orders more of the usual suspects arrested. Ri'ick and the prefect leave, intending to fight with the Yan Koryani against the Tsolyani. It's the start of a beautiful friendship.
What was utterly hysterical about this adventure was that the players just didn't get it, and just didn't get it for weeks. I was finally reduced to having the guy playing the harp in the place do "As Time Goes By" to let them know what was happening. I laughed my fool head off for over a month. I played the script as is, and even had the bit with the 'very special friend of Ri'ick' scene.
I do a very good Ri'ick and the prefect, I am told.
Last edited by chirine ba kal; 05-26-2016 at 11:50 PM. Reason: typo, sorry
I'd just paint them white.From AsenRG:No need to spend your vacation on that, Uncle
I will be back to you - we're having issues with the e-mail transfer.
Glad there's technical progress...
But now you're making me wonder what is the colour of a thoat's tongue!
Same here; I'm going back and looking through all the books to see if I can't find anything/
I can totally relate to Ambereen's position, too, especially after reading your memories of being a Tekumeli editor and publisher. It's too bad it doesn't work for some of us, but that's simply our problem, and we should solve it ourselves.
Same here. She's pretty disconnected from the thing. We'll have to see what happens in the future.
Why white? Well, why not
It's in the Chessmen of Mars.
Following the meal Dejah Thoris and The Warlord played at jetan, the Barsoomian game of chess, which is played upon a board of a hundred alternate black and orange squares. One player has twenty black pieces, the other, twenty orange pieces. A brief description of the game may interest those Earth readers who care for chess, and will not be lost upon those who pursue this narrative to its conclusion, since before they are done they will find that a knowledge of jetan will add to the interest and the thrills that are in store for them.
The men are placed upon the board as in chess upon the first two rows next the players. In order from left to right on the line of squares nearest the players, the jetan pieces are Warrior, Padwar, Dwar, Flier, Chief, Princess, Flier, Dwar, Padwar, Warrior. In the next line all are Panthans except the end pieces, which are called Thoats, and represent mounted warriors.
The Panthans, which are represented as warriors with one feather, may move one space in any direction except backward; the Thoats, mounted warriors with three feathers, may move one straight and one diagonal, and may jump intervening pieces; Warriors, foot soldiers with two feathers, straight in any direction, or diagonally, two spaces; Padwars, lieutenants wearing two feathers, two diagonal in any direction, or combination; Dwars, captains wearing three feathers, three spaces straight in any direction, or combination; Fliers, represented by a propellor with three blades, three spaces in any direction, or combination, diagonally, and may jump intervening pieces; the Chief, indicated by a diadem with ten jewels, three spaces in any direction, straight, or diagonal; Princess, diadem with a single jewel, same as Chief, and can jump intervening pieces.
The game is won when a player places any of his pieces on the same square with his opponent's Princess, or when a Chief takes a Chief. It is drawn when a Chief is taken by any opposing piece other than the opposing Chief; or when both sides have been reduced to three pieces, or less, of equal value, and the game is not terminated in the following ten moves, five apiece. This is but a general outline of the game, briefly stated.Yeah, those player sucked, from what I've heard. Now you just need to start another group...Understood; I don't have any players, these days. The group foundered on the insistence of the 'older' / 'more senior' players of interjecting their LGBT - heavy on the G, as the Ls, Bs, and Ts are not part of their clique - politics into every aspect of the game group. There was even talk of having quotas of 'certified LGBT people', so that the group was "properly inclusive". My definition of 'inclusive' is 'anybody who wants to play is welcome', but that allows the wrong kind of people into the group. I'm also not an elitist, but a populist, which is also apparently anathema to the politically correct. This attitude drove out he 'younger' / 'less senior players'; they got tired of the "All Gay, All the time" and stopped showing up for games.
What I've done, since the whole thing blew up back in late December, is simply let those who want to game here organize up their own group - "If you don't like what I do in my own house, organize up your own game group and I'll run something." Since the vast majority of gamers couldn't organize their way out of a wet paper bag, it's been very quiet hereabouts.
Excellent!I put up with it for a while longer, on their later visits. I did eventually drop them, after yet more provocations. I take the position that laughter is the bane of tyrants (I forget who originally said that) so I had my revenge; I did a set of miniatures of the four of them, my chief tormentors. They now appear as a random encounter for players to boggle at. Figures by Reaper, paint and satire by me...
I admit I've put annoying former bosses a few times in my games, but my players usually don't pay them attention, it's as if they knew...
That's...that's...I need to run something like this now
We'll see how it would go.
"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place, and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward." - Rocky
One of these days, I will give notice of an impending visit...!!!This, we can do. And out of inventory, too...
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Why, not a bit of it, Bunky old chum!*
My original post was a bit terse, I admit. Perhaps if I fill in some details it will make it clearer why this is a source of endless amusement to me.
This was some years back. It was even before I became the Glorious General; I was merely the Mighty Molkar at the time, and Chirine and I were still with the PVP loving/"Roleplaying is a SERIOUS NARTFORM" group when we played.
So we were headed north on some mission or the other. We were travelling as military officers; this is important because it meant that what we had with us is what Tsolyani military officers had with them, and none of us were part of a sappers' or engineers' legion.
Someplace between our origination point and our destination, we learned of some old something or other that seemed for some reason good to explore. In the process of exploring we eventually found deep underground some shrine to Vimuhla. In it we found an immense lead slab. Investigation proved that it was the aforementioned red gold slab with an inch or two of lead covering it. Not only that, but red gold is specially precious to Vimuhla... no idea why, probably he likes the colors. The gods act like spoiled six year olds sometimes.
Not only is this a slab of Vimuhla red gold, but it's in a shrine of Vimuhla, and the slab is covered with Vimuhla glyphs, Vimuhla hieroglypics, Vimuhla sigils, Vimuhla icons, Vimuhla runes, etc, etc, etc.
All the characters worshipped Vimuhla except Eyola the crazy wizard, and me. This group of PCs (except Chirine and me) were Prince Mirusiya's "New Men," who were rising through the ranks by dint of sycophancy. So every step up the ladder and every gift they got, they rubbed in my face. Repeatedly. A little joshing among friends was one thing, but this had long since become tiresome (and was, in fact, a major reason for me leaving that group.) Although Chrine did indeed worship Vimuhla, he was politically of the "Imperial Party," as was I. (Our motto: "We serve the Petal Throne, whoever sits on it.") That, plus he had this very old fashioned notion that advancement should come from merit and achievement rather than arse-kissing; thus, he was also scorned and derided by the "New Men."
Well, Kardarsha was incredibly politically ambitious, and he saw this huge Sacred Relic of Vimuhla (tm) to be a great opportunity to get close to some prime asses to kiss. Between he and Eyola kyoodling about how it was a marvelous magic item, cutting the thing up was Right Out. Now, Kutume agreed with me that we should try to break it up; he only wanted the gold. But it was made clear that was not going to happen. At that point I spoke up and made clear that I had a part interest in this artifact. I had no clan yet and was a medium level field officer (captain or major.) I still stayed at the barracks in our home city because I had noplace else, so the gold meant a lot to me. Kadarsha agreed to buy off my interest.
Now, remember, I worship Karanan... the rival god to Vimuhla. I had less than no interest in helping carry a five ton decorative trivet for somebody else's aggrandizement. They had made it clear to me many times that I had no part in what they were doing, so I decided to sit back and relax. Further, Chirine, though of the same temple, thought quite rightly that this huge clumsy slab of uselessness had exactly fuckall to do with our mission and orders.
Payback may ride a slow Chlen cart, but she's a real bitch when she arrives.
See, as I said before, we were traveling as a military entourage, not a combat engineer battalion.
Also, at least back then, remember that RPGs were a game of wits between the referee and players, both trying to outsmart the other. Sure, you can throw a thousand orcs at your first level PCs and kill them, but ANYBODY can do that. As Lord Downey said to Mister Teatime, "It..... lacked elegance." And once in a while, you get a situation where you just know that one of the players is WAY ahead of the others. In this case, it was the ref. I could see by the look in his eyes that Phil was WAY ahead of every idea the "New Men" had.
So, I sit back and relax, and Chirine the Ever-Prepared breaks out the bread substitute, the gribble-grub flavored icky-wax, and the fresh-squeezed Hoob-melon juice and we proceed to make a light tiffin.
Because I know damn well that this enormous metal slab sitting on top a stone platform weighs multiple tons, and we have no tools.
So the entire dialogue above went pretty much as written, with the "New Men" on one side and Phil on the other.
"Can we cut it up!"
Kadarsha: "ABSOLUTELY not."
New Men: "Can we pry it off?"
Me: "Who brought crowbars?"
Chirine: "Phil, is a crowbar standard equipment for any of our legions?"
Phil: (rolling dice) "No crowbars."
New Men: (to me) "ASSHOLE!"
New Men: "Let's lift it up!"
Phil: "Okay, you can try."
* roll * "You lift it about an inch by one corner. Then it slips and you drop it."
Me: "Does anybody lose a finger?"
New Men: (to me) "ASSHOLE!"
New Men: "If we stand it up on end we can roll it out."
Me: "Roll it on what?"
Phil: "Yes, who brought rollers? Anyone?"
New Men: (to me) "ASSHOLE!"
Et cetera.
So, all the things people mentioned upstream happened... and like I said, no logs, no chisels, no wheels, no nothin', no shit, no foolin'. After all, only "D&D thugs" carry dungeoneering gear, not Nartistic ROLE PLAYERS!
This went on for several hours as Chirine and I laughed our tonkers off, watching the "New Men" get more and more frustrated, and their ideas get more and more Rube Goldberg-esque. Eventually, one of them realized like Bren said, "it's been here for 10,000 years, it'll keep for a week."
It still amuses the hell out of me.
*10,000 XP to the first one who can identify this reference without looking it up!
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