Larping is Live Action Role Playing. Instead of sitting around a table, play is done “in action”, up and moving about. Any resolution besides social ones are done by some “lite” mechanic. It can be a great deal of fun.
One of the most heated topics in gaming is the arguments about player character death. Should the GM and the Players be antagonistic with each other? Should the results lay like the dice? What about story continuity and the investment in time and effort into the characters. Everyone seems to have strong opinions about this.
The journey of 1000 metaphorical miles begins with putting your hands on keys and typing away.
Everyone has their own take on what roleplaying games truly are. This is mine.
Falconry or Hawking is the sport of hunting with a trained bird of prey, usually a hawk or falcon. It has been practiced by a number of cultures through out the centuries.
You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?
Did you, like me, sit in the cinema thinking “Now this is what I want to achieve for my campaign climax”? Did you sit around afterwords trying to figure out how? Well I did, and here it is.
Looking for some information that might explain what is going on? How you can get involved? How to play?
Let’s face it. GM’s need to be organized. When dealing with organization, one should look towards business… as an efficient business is a more profitable business.
Every kind of gamer has the dark potential to disrupt the game if they take their natural interests to extremes. Roleplaying, taken to extremes, can destroy a campaign for a troupe just as easily as any power gamer, rules lawyer, or munchkin.
Every kind of gamer has the dark potential to disrupt the game if they take their natural interests to extremes. The most common and dreaded extreme is the Power Gamer.
A very short piece
A standard roleplaying environment: the tavern. This is another easy one to create in your own home, providing you have a large enough group of roleplaying friends. Let us assume your PC group is no larger than five, and that the rest of your friends can be NPCs. Let us also aim for an exceptionally seedy and unscrupulous city tavern.
Most of you are probably wondering about this thread. It’s title is a little vague. It is about super hero/ meta hero/ comic gaming. This is a support submission. What I want here is organizations, meta-hero equipment, minor NPC, Extras, etc. I want things that will help in running a supers games, Modern, Pulp, and even Fantasy.
Some times the same old thing, be it a species or class or type of magic, just does not have that old spark. That is what these threads are about. They are re-imagined versions of the classics. An attempt to make them interesting and useful again.
Everyone wants to make a magic system for their game, be it THEIR GAME SYSTEM or another. So have fun and do it. Just a few things I want you to think of.
Music and Gaming, two great things that actually do go together. And movies show us how.
Have you ever needed to play out a scene that would of been embarassing to you or between your character and another that would of sucked up hours of game time leaving everyone else bored to tears? Scene Journals are your answer.
Do you understand Six Degrees of Seperation?
If you are a GM you will frequently find yourself in need of quality allies and enemies for your campaign and find yourself pressed for time. Any old NPC will often not do. You want someone with a full conceptions and some history.
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.