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Haemonculus Covens - A Codex: Dark Eldar Supplement
OK. I had a thought that perhaps we could craft a comprehensive high fantasy world based in world myth and folklore. There was an asia themed thread before that became a clusterufuck because the faggot OP thought that it was sensible to "condense" the legends and cultures of the largest continent in the world.
The idea I had was that historical region by historical region we would build settings based in the the mythologies of the area. And then we'd integrate them into one world when finished. Tolkien heavily criticized C.S.Lewis for being an eclectic faggot that never even bothered to justify of explain why all the bullshit he crammed into the setting was there. Satyrs, Trolls, Dwarves, Dragons, etc. Tolkien could stomach: But the specifically English idea of Santa Claus was the last straw for him. Middle-Earth was largely rooted in Northern Europe, but the rest of europe had a place. Middle-Earth took a few things from Greek, Slavic, and even Finnish myths. Great wolves, vampiric beings, "Trolls", dragons, rustic races like elves and dwarves mostly have cognates all over the continent of europe. Vast mythological "Zoos" and sterilized "Not!Xculture" are part of the cancer we consider generic fantasy. Who shall join me?
Feel free to criticize, but I thought we'd break things down into regions tightly knit due to history and myths before choose which to start with.
>Europe >Near East & North Africa >Central asia >East Asia >South Asia >Southeast Asia >Sub-Saharan Africa >Oceania >North America >Central America >South America
So, ladies and gents, It's been like 5 or 6 years since the first time I ever attempted to GM a game based in the Nasuverse, but my problem it's always the same: A System.
What system will you use? I heard about a home made System for this, but I readed it and it was dissapointing.
Something's callin' me back, like a Light in the black
Welcome to the Hektor Heresy! This is our attempt to recreate Warhammer 40,000 from the start of it all, at the Great Crusade working all the way to the final showdown of the latest Black Crusade. We started out as 'Make Your Own Primarch thread', but then worked out way beyond just petty Imperials. Now we have petty Xenos too! We currently support Khork's Empire, the Freeboota Blackjawz WAAAAAAGH, a Dark Eldar realspace realm, a Khornate Knight House, and so many more factions beyond number in the Imperial Army.
If you have an idea, for Xenos, for Imperials, for Traitors. For Successor Chapters or Chaos Warbands, pop in the thread and talk it all out with us. Here is the link to our main page: http://1d4chan.org/wiki/The_/tg/_Heresy
Without further ado, let's get this thread started.
I am disappointed by the lack of mecha games out there. I know there's battle tech, but it lacks the robot infantry and heroic feel being a gundam or other mecha.
I've considered writing my own war game, but I'd need considerable play testing since I'm probably no exception to the third can't into balance.
My heart is racing and I've managed to collect my wits long enough to compose myself outwardly. Belle is watching the heavyset man behind the counter in the black wifebeater with the Harley Davidson logo and the jeans that actually fit him put some finishing ouches on a leather strap. She's leanign on the counter, one hand supporting her head, bent at the waist her ankles crossed. Her golden curls shne in the light above the counter, and she's holding her jacket. Her blouse is also untucked. She looks surprisingly at ease there, half asleep but mostly pleased with herself, as though she's woken from a nap with beautiful dreams and is reminiscing over them.
I walk over slowly, still in shock from her measurement of my throat. She's barely touched me and between that and the little fantasies I got lost in, I'm still....in turmoil. That's a polite way to put it. Belle looks up at me and her smile widens as she psuhes herself off the counter, leaning on it, unselfconscious and relaxed. I really can't say the same at all.
A glance at the work the man is doing – he seems to be using a very powerful sewing machine now – is all I need to prompt an answer from Belle.
"Jacob is putting a clasp on the choker that will let you take it on or off easily while not being too decorative. Like a carbiner." I nod and walk over, and she wathes me walk, her eyes widening a little to take in my slighlty mincing steps. I really can't help it at the moment.