Saturday, July 25, 2015

THE CHOSEN- Poisoned Academics of That Which Is Not Demon Nor God for XXR

  • Chosen require Constitution 9 and Intellect 9.
  • Chosen use 1d6 for their Hit Die.
  • Their Defensive Number is 14.
  • Chosen may use any Minor weapon.
  • They do not use firearms.
  • They speak Lawful and any Languages granted by their Intellect bonus. They also understand the language of Hell and the Beyond when they read, hear, or sense it.
  • Chosen may achieve Shock 50 before they become a NPC. They must make 1 Red Save to behave normally for a given scene. When they reach Shock 50 they are considered to have failed their Beyonder Roll.
  • Chosen may uniquely heal Shock from their allies by absorbing it, incurring as much Shock as they remove as an action. They may also spend their Initiative attempting to Shock a victim, conferring a larger amount of Shock than normal on a success. This may only ever be attempted once per target, and the target is allowed a Red Save. If they fail the Save, the target incurs the amount of Shock indicated by the Chosen. If the target succeeds on the Save, the Chosen’s Shock is not reduced, and they incur additional Shock equal to the stated value and must make a Beyonder Roll.
  • At first level, they may provide a glimpse through the aperture of madness at the powers beyond starlight. At will, they may roll their Hit Die and incur the result in Shock in order to inflict that amount of damage on a living creature. There is no Save associated with this effect. At higher levels, the Chosen may roll up to his maximum Hit Dice for his level, and split the damage amongst as many targets as he wishes. All targets of this effect must be able to see the Chosen.
  • At first level, they may consult the constellations to determine the answer to one yes/no question without expending Luck or drawing from the Fortune Deck.
  • At level 3 they may cast Augury, ESP, Forget (Tier 2), and Curse/Remove Curse (Tier 3). They may cast these spells at will, but each time they do so they incur 2x the Tier of that spell in Shock (so 4 Shock for a Tier 2 Spell) and must immediately make a Beyonder Roll.
  • At level 6, they may reduce their Hit Points by any amount in order to Levitate or become Invisible for an equal number of minutes.
  • At level 8 the Chosen gains half the Shock they heal from an ally as HP, though they still take the full value in Shock. They also take on an awe-inspiring and horrible Aspect: they suffer 1d6 mutations and gain the ability to cast Feeblemind, using the above spell casting rules. They also accrue a mystery cult about them in admiration of the Beyonders.
  • Chosen may advance to level 8.
BEYONDER ROLLS:

Whenever the Chosen exercise the awesome power of the stars and the creatures beyond the heavens, they do so by making of themselves gateways. Things can come through gateways. Whenever a Beyonder Roll is required, roll 1d100. If the result is equal to or less than the Chosen’s current Shock, their flesh becomes the medium of manifestation for some unknowable thing. The “summoned” creature is a being of HD equal to the Chosen’s with a Defensive Number of 21. If the entity’s Hit Points number less than the Chosen’s current Hit Points, it is possible to physically drive the creature out of the Chosen without killing him. Otherwise, they are one being, a NPC monster the Doom Marshall controls.
Remember, if the Chosen is reduced to HP 0 or Shock 50 they automatically incur the penalty of a failed Beyonder roll.

Features Level XP HP
Shocker
Visionary
Stargazer
1 0 1d6+Constitution bonus

2 2250 +1d6+Constitution bonus
Gatekeeper 3 4500 +1d6+Constitution bonus

4 9000 +1d6+Constitution bonus

5 18000 +1d6+Constitution bonus
Transcendent 6 36000 +1d6+Constitution bonus

7 72000 +1d6+Constitution bonus
Fulfilled
Aspect
8 144000 +1d6+Constitution bonus

MOUNTAIN MEN- Weird West D&D Hermits and Trailblazers for my BX/LOTFP Piecemal

  • Being a Mountain Man requires Constitution 9.
  • Mountain Men use a d10 for their Hit Die.
  • Their Defensive Number is 16.
  • Mountain Men may use any Normal weapon. They are +1 tohit/damage with Minor and Simple weapons.
  • They can use pistols and rifles.
  • They speak Lawful, the dialects of the Mountain Men, and any languages provided by an Intellect bonus.
  • Mountain Men Searching, Tinkering, or investigating Architecture while completely alone roll twice on all Skill checks. If they are alone in the dark, they may roll three times.
  • At level 6, all Red saves become Yellow saves. Green and Yellow saves stay the same.
  • At level 9, they may declare a mountainous or forested region as their Claim. The Mountain Man is never surprised by wandering monsters in this Claim, and can cross any distance to be where he needs to be, showing up without explanation, so long as he acts alone. They are to be considered ultimately skilled in Stealth within this Claim, and the bounty of their Claim provides them with all the provisions they ever need and enough money from pelts and minerals to cover all basic necessities (ammo, whiskey, etc) in town through barter. They also receive a moose, buffalo, bear, or similar enormous wild animal as a mount.
  • Mountain Men advance to level 12.
Features Level XP HP
Loner 1 0 1d10+1+Constitution bonus

2 2200 +1d10+1+Constitution bonus

3 4400 +1d10+1+Constitution bonus

4 8800 +1d10+1+Constitution bonus

5 17600 +1d10+1+Constitution bonus
Hardy 6 35200 +1d10+1+Constitution bonus

7 70400 +1d10+1+Constitution bonus

8 140800 +1d10+1+Constitution bonus
Claim
Mount
9 281600 +1d10+1+Constitution bonus

10 400000 +3+1+Constitution bonus

11 530000 +3+1+Constitution bonus

12 660000 +3+1+Constitution bonus

Monday, July 13, 2015

A Room A Day

I'm too fucking exhausted to do anything real but I'll be damned if I let that stop me so for a while I'm going to come back to this post every day and add another room. Use some, please.

1. The Wailing Showers. The smell of opium has been coming from in here. It was once an ornately mosaic room showing a beautiful beachside scene but most of that is covered in mildew, or else crumbling. At the far corner from the entrance, a series of great brass faces pour an endless stream of water. It collects in a small pool below, and there are lots of other pools here and there because the ceiling is deterioration, because some pipes busted, and now there are spots where it's like rainfall. This has affected the water pressure: the faces do not spew like your shower head in 2015 might, but like the hose in your yard might.

There are three creatures here, and they are all basically The Faceless Hunter From Saturn. They have Ogre strength and painful rays that turn you into a creature like them. When they are in the water, lazing in the pool smoking opium, standing in a puddle, in a drizzle from above, you can see them. When normal PCs are in this water, they are invisible. Drinking this water turns you into a human.

The stuff they are smoking is awesome. There's enough to get really high here 20 times over. Every time you do, it counts as your food and water needs for the day. However, you also gain a figment of your imagination. For a warrior this may be a weapon that doesn't exist, or enemies only you can see. For a spellcaster, it may be a nonexistant spell. Whenever you try to attack someone or cast a spell, you have to save against this effect or act like a fucking idiot.

The creatures want sex and gold, but will settle for more magic drugs. They fucking hate each other but are all sitting naked in 10 inches of water together.

2. Pit of the Nega-Trees. It's a fall hazard, sure, but it's an obvious one, and falling into it only does half or less normal damage for that deep a fall. This is because this pit is filled with billowy drifts of fine ash, and it kind of looks like those Rose-Art sand art kits. This pit is an altar where machine-minded progress cults sacrifice pieces of the forest to Nur-Za, the Forgeting Tsar.  It's like a curse machine against a particular forest you want to harvest: you throw in a whole tree from a sacred grove and after a while its magic is forgotten and even its physical form is unwound. This weakens the power and protections afforded the larger forest.

Touching a torch to one of these colored ash piles causes the tree to un-burn. Try not to get yourself killed in the blaze, as ash swirls up from where it has mixed over the centuries, and slowly reconstitutes a kind of tree that everyone has forgotten ever existed. Black pomegranates the size of basketballs. Flowers which spin branches like a spider. There is one tree here that is a trap against tampering with Nur-Za.

Unburning it creates a tree whose fruit is hanging murderers, attached to the tree by vines coming out of and wrapping around their necks. Eternally dying and dancing. Picking them, or having them ripen and fall, brings them fully to life, 2d30 of the worst murderers, killers so heinous that record of their deeds was struck ages ago. They live for a week and a half, slowly overripening and rotting.

3. Clock Prison. There are no torches or even sconces lining the hallway leading to this dead end, and an old wooden door that seems like it'll fall apart if you lean on it heavy enough. Never mind forcing it. The door is the first victim of this room.

Within, piled in crates, lining shelves, heaped on each other, are discs, some made of wood, some of smooth marble, some of gold. They are sundials, and they control time which must not be spent. The age of a mountain. The time of a god. The epoch of man. How long love lasts. In the flicker of torchlight, they all set themselves a-spinning. Any of these masterworks would be worth a fortune without these properties, and actually taking any of these out into the sun would be pretty disastrous but in a way you may never know, or not know for some time at least.

There is a security feature in this room: one completely assembled sundial on an immovable stone pillar. It speeds time at the prosaic level: a moment in this room passes as a minute, a minute an hour, an hour a day, a day a week, a week a year, a year a decade, a decade a century....You are unaware of this disparity until the first time you leave the room, but the passage of time does affect you. Your friends may just start dropping dead around you and when you flee the room you go, oh, I'm 90, that's what got those guys. Being 90.

 4. Pimp Cradle. This is where the sorcerer spends most of his time. It looks decorated in early Otus with a splash of millennial decay. This is false. There is a secret lever in this room which can only be pulled if you feed it a truth you concealed that day. Pulling this lever causes the altar to flip over into a plush canopy bed, the gargoyle slides back to reveal a small hookah lounge...basically it transforms into a comfortable sex pad. The sorcerer pulls both switcheroos on two very different groups of "guests."

5.

EDIT- So this obviously didn't happen. I'll find somewhere else to put these rooms before this page goes bye bye.