Good one CP. Very vile, but it has a nice pace, even if rather combat oriented. the reward is cool though, and would be smashing for the PCs. (I know my characters would looove their own keep) Go to Comment
Sweet idea! I like the skeletons with clues in their head, I like the boss fight with the complication of resurrection, and I must say *with a big evil GM's grin on my face* that I like the twist at the end.
My favourite bit is the riddles. I have a soft spot for riddles. The name is ace too.
Oh, and by the way, welcome to the citadel! Hope that you have a pleasant journey! Go to Comment
The scenario itself is very cliched, I must agree. However, the stone idea on its own is like a kernel: an entire tree of ideas has sprouted into my head from it.
The post itself has a brilliant 'cheesy' feel to it. (in the same way that James bond is cheesy... its a good thing). It reminded me straight away of 'the man with the golden gun', and rather than cliche, a better word for it would be classic. The fact that the Party is after a missing !HAND! is quirky and funny.
As an adventure, it is light on the intricacies of more meaningful dungeoneering, but it works to make the PCs face a variety of challenges.
This post is part of the "We met up in a bar and decided to go adventuring" RPGs. Whether this is your taste or not, I think it is an excellent example of the genre. Go to Comment
Updated: Updated for the weight problem. Should have worked it out.... it now comes to 6.35KG per magazine. (the weight of the weapon was revised too) as for portability, don't forget that the people who use these are about seven and a half feet tall and have been genetically modified for increased muscle bulk. Thanks a lot, though! Their weight was far too much before Go to Comment
Thanks a lot scras! That was a serious problem with the weight.
In term of protection, ceramics will do the trick. If they are strong enough to resist the kinetic impact, they can stand the heat pretty well (think space shuttle). But, you can't have a metal or fabric coating, otherwise the plasma splash will set it alight. This pretty much rules out personal protection, since you'd have to have top to toe ceramic armour. If you can afford it, though, vehicles can be pretty effectively protected with ceramic tiles. (reactive armour is pretty useless though)
Regarding the portability, most of the people who use these have an exosuite anyway, so it doesn't pose many problems. Go to Comment
Updated: This is probably far too long and highly incoherent, as it is 02:40 AM as I finish this post. Nevermind. Questing done.
Inspiration for mood and tone of the end fight sequence: Starship Troopers->the brain, Resident Evil(film)->the red queen, Doom3 spider boss.
Inspiration for the facility: Resident Evil(film), Half life 1 and 2, Doom 1, 2 & 3, Deus Ex: IW->the magrail labs. Go to Comment
Realy good sub AG, great details and just ready to slot on in a campaign! It makes a nice location. Personally though, instead of disabling the shuttle, I'd have it targeted by dormant defense systems, providing another twist to the escapade (and a few tense minutes of flying)
Foetus In Formaldehyde
On the dusty shelves of the Harvard Medical School archives, amongst many similar items, this large jar is filled with the age-yellowed formaldehyde, which conserves what appears to be at first glance a human foetus at about 16 weeks of development and approximatively 14 inches in length.
Upon closer inspection, Several things seem to be wrong with the foetus.
The skull seems to have an elongated facial section, with both nose and jaw jutting predominantly forward, suggesting a snout-like appearance.
The coccyx seems to extend far longer than natural, reaching the length of the femur.
Although It should be apparent even with a customary glance, the foetus's upper arms cover a pair of unseen, lower arms from view. This seems to be the source of the larger-than-normal scapula, which gives the foetus a hunchback appearance
The jar is adorned with a very faint label, written in an old flowing script. Worn by age, parts of the label are illegible, but the rest can be discerned by either careful observation, or the use of a magnifying glass:
Specimen: Homo Sapiens Daemonicus
Collected by: Sri Edward Anstruther-Gough-Calthorpe
Date of Collection: 12th june 1824
Stock number: 19332-123-19
These ancient stone statue are gathering dust in the storage area of the Louvre Museum, in Paris. Approximately 3 metres high, they are unique in the way that their proportion is not standard for egyptian sphinxs, since they are only about as wide as a man's chest. Donated by a rich benefactor in the 1960s, the statues were never displayed due to their strange dimensions.
These statues are hollow, and their cavity contains over 900 kgs of purified cocaine. Meant as a safe transport vector, the statues were meant to be stolen upon arrival in paris. Indeed, the anonymus benefactor was none other than Sheilk Shal-Amar Mohammed, one of the biggest drug trafficant of the 1960s. During his voyage to paris, so that he could oversee the recovery of his merchandise, his boat was involved in a completely accidental collision, which resulted in his death, as well as the death of his top two advisers, the only people to know of the shipment. (The workers involved with the project having been killed for security reasons.) Today, the cocaine remains, unknown to the dilligent archeologist, who have for years walked naively besides the statues. Go to Comment
International Brotherhood of teamsters bronze statuette
This small, desktop bronze statue depicts a small cart being pulled by two healthy looking horses. The driver has an healthy looking complexion, and not a little resemblance to Jimmy Hoffa. A small plaque in the same material as the statue (mounted on the lacquered wood base) indicates this is a special thankyou gift from the International Brotherhood of teamsters. The craftsmanship is exquisite, and although the sculpture is deliberately left as an artist's draft, it retains a very noticeable elegance.
Jimmy Hoffa's attempt at regaining control of the teamsters after his presidential pardon was not appreciated by all. Indeed, The various mafia factions had already placed their own men inside the union, and the return of Jimmy Hoffa would make it more difficult for them to exert their control. In a top secret meeting between the various factions (which very nearly resulted in murder, but that's another story), the mafia factions united in getting rid of Jimmy Hoffa.
After killing him, the body would have to be disposed of, and all evidence destroyed. For this, the Gambino family was tasked with the disposal. Hoffa's body was placed inside an old car, which was them crushed, and placed in a smelter. What was not known at the time, is that one of Hoffa's finger was removed. (The finger upon which rested a Teamster ring) The then boss Constantino Paul Castellano decide to have a commemorative sculpture made, the teamster badge simply appealing to his sense of humour. Inside the solid bronze cart actually resides a hollow compartment, where, resting inside a silk handkerchief, is Jimmy Hoffa's severed finger. Since Castellano's death, the statue has passed many hands, none aware of the statue's gruesome history.
This is a work of fiction, and any basis in fact beyond Jimmy Hoffa's death is coincidental and unintended. Go to Comment
Well, i just thought of these two while travelling through Krakow, so I just had to add them! If you search Robert Lenkiewicz, you'll find that he embalmed one of his subject, and when the police came o take the body to be buried, they broke into his house only to find a coffin, out of which, when opened, lenkiewicz emerged like a jack-in-a-box. The portrait of the maddona and child by john the baptist is rumored to exist in reallity, in a small church/convent in the middle east (can't remember the name) where it is held out of sight in a vault as a holy relic. (nobody alive has ever set eyes on it.) Go to Comment
A poor quality 14th century portrait of a merchant
This rather mediocre arabic work hangs in a small coach-house now guest house in the Dordogne region of france. Being isolated and rather hard to get to, this guest house is mostly frequented by a small group of past middle age french couple, who have to time to take in the pituresque views surrounding its elevated position. Promotion is by word of mouth only.
The painting itself sits completely out of place in the rurally decorated guest house, and when questioned, the elderly widow Madamme Neulli will say that she formed an unexpected attachment to it when she found it in an old antique fair, several years back (her exact dating is actually "When I was a young fool").
Most scholars of ancient aramaic will immediately see that the text is completely out of place for the 14th century arabic style, being more accurately placed at the first century BC to the first century AD. A liberal translation of the words will yield "here lies the madonna and grown child". Although of course for every scholar, a slightly different translation will emerge. These clearly jar with the picture of a wealthy merchant, most likely an artist's early dabblings in the art. If scientifically dated, the age of the canvas and the paint will be significantly different, with the canvas being around 2000 years old, while the paint will be around 700 years old.
On the back of the canvas, faint initials can be faintly made out below a more modern arabic sinature: The Hebrew equivalent of J.B.S. and these are written in a clearly different hand than the newer less faint signature of the forgotten arabic artist.
But since no scholar of arabic art or aramaic has ever set eye on this painting, its true meaning has yet to be discovered...
note: Jochanan ben Sacharja is the name of St John the baptist.Go to Comment
In the far reaches of a long-lost wilderness, there stands a forgotten town inhabited only by children. Though they appear normal enough, their eyes burn with madness, and they speak in a foreign, archaic tongue. Nearly a millenia ago, a powerful spell had gone awry, or maybe it had succeeded - in any case, it ended up blessing, or cursing, an entire generation of children with agelessness. However, as the centuries passed, the children's parents grew old and died, the buildings of the town crumbled to earth, and even the civilization itself faded into history, becoming lost to time. All that remained were the children, driven mad by the psychological toll of living for hundreds of years beyond their age. In time, most children died, killed off by fighting amongst themselves, while many others were driven to suicide. Only a small handful remain, and they are a strange people indeed.