Size: 0.2 to 0.3
Mental: x 1.4
Physical: x3 then adjust for size
Skills: Any involving finance, business, and economy +2 to DR. Any involving such as gardening. herbalism, mental criminal activities, perception—both kinds, and acrobatics +1 to DR.
- 01-03: Appalachian
- 04-13: Brythic
- 14-18: Caledonian
- 19-48: French
- 49-68: German
- 69: Magurian
- 70-75: Nihonjin
- 76-100: Shamash
Of all the species available for HPs at this time the Gnomes are the smallest of them. They are also a lot stronger and agile than they look, and quite capable.
In addition they also hate those ludicrous pointed red caps so damn many cheap pictures saddle them with, much preferring proper headgear to go with their business suits.
By and large the Gnomes of Ærth are business men and financiers. Even more to the point, Gnomish women make Mountebanks keep a sharp eye on their wallets and other possessions.
A Gnome doesn’t seek revenge for being wronged, he hires people to do that work, and they pay well.
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In this post I thought I’d present my thoughts on how to frame how you present magic in your sessions.
The first thing to note is that we rather like our magic to be magical; wondrous, illuminating, fascinating. What do we so often get? Trite and dull recitations of leaden words. People, this aint a lecture from a dull and boring lecturer on a dull and boring subject. We’re talking about entertainment, entertain dammit.
The party is hiking up a forest path when the GM hits them with a Darksome Forest Confusion—a spell I just made up. He says, “You’re hit by a Darksome Forest Confusion, roll to save.”
I say, “Stuff that.” As the GM I’d rather say, “For some reason the forest shadows are starting to shift and twist. They grow longer and wriggle about like squirming snakes. Things are growing closer, than farther away, and the path you tread on is not meeting your footsteps quite as it should. Have you any questions>
In summation, don’t tell them what it is, describe what is happening. I say it is better to say, “The air around you has gone a bright burning red and your skin has become burnt,” than to say, “It’s a fireball.” So it takes longer and uses more words, it’s not a term paper and you’re not a professor.
As long as you keep it entertaining you have the right to be wordy.
So, when the party is heading down a corridor and all of a sudden the sounds stop, including what they try to say, how would you describe it? It could be some sort of silence magic, but would it be obvious to them?
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For the month of August I’m taking part in the blog carnival again. This month the subject is magic, and the host has put no real limitations on it.
That being the case I’m going to let my mind range wide, for as a subject magic can cover a wide range of subjects.
What is Magic?
That covers a lot of territory. In the real world magic is said to be a number of things, depending on the speaker. In a fantasy RPG it is more often said to be a particular subject, though how it is explained again depends on the speaker. For our purposes how magic works in an RPG can be said to be a tool used to shape the local environment, though the question of how it is used to do the shaping is not clearly handled.
For that is the thing about magic, you get right down to it we really can have no understanding of how it works because it really doesn’t work. We can claim that it works, but in all honesty the use of magic has no real impact on our world. You can make claims but in the end we have no way of understanding what we’re dealing with because we’re just dealing with your basic bafflegab.
You get right down to it, most any sort of gum flapping will do because they are all equally invalid. But we will engage in it for the reason that we insist that we have any sort of explanation for a subject, even when the explanation is a load of crap. For my part I like to think the most plausible description of magic is: The ability to shape the physical world without using any physical tools. And by physical tools I’m including such as sound, sight, taste and touch. Any sort of physical agency what so ever.
But aren’t words and such used in magic? Yes, they are, but not in that they do the work themselves, but in that they are used to focus the caster’s mind on the desired result.
In some circles magic is understood to be the manipulation of a force currently unknown to modern science. A force which really has no effect on the world unlike Gravity and Electromagnetism. For that is the thing about a force, it has an effect whether we use it or not.
Even more, were magic something we use, and which has an effect on existence, we would see that effect, see it having an effect. Gravity has an effect, the Strong Nuclear Force has an effect, but what reputed effect magic has on things can most often be explained as another effect entirely. If magic actually worked there woud be times when only magic could explain what happened.
Then there’s the matter of how we explain things. We like explaining things, explaining things is what we do to make us comfortable with a phenomenon. Explaining things is how we come to understand those things, or at least we hope. Science is a technique we use to help us explain a thing, and through that explanation come to understand it. Science is not prescriptive, science is descriptive, and as a descriptive tool science provides us with what we can use to, well, describe things.
But while science can be useful, it can also be harsh, for how we use science to describe our world can reveal matters we’d much rather not deal with. Falling a couple of hundred feet onto a rocky shelf hurts, and there is nothing you can do about it. Getting run over by a horse can kill you, and no game rule no matter how worded is going to change that.
I have my way of handling magic, you likely have yours. As long as your players enjoy what goes on in a session it’s all good. Keep it cool, keep it interesting, and remember that it’s the adventures that matter.
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By the grey green greasy banks of the grey green greasy Lumpopo River grow the grey green greasy Lumpopo Trees of the grey green greasy lumpopo Forest where live the grey green greasy Lumpopo Apes. Who spend their days on-line sending orders through the Grey Green Greasy Lumpopo ISP to the Grey Green Greasy Lumpopo Shampoo Company of Harrisburg Pennsylvania where they order tanker loads of Grey Green Greasy Lumpopo Shampoo, which company is glad to send the product to their distant customers at a discount, because this way they can use the vats the shampoo is brewed in to make a unique moonshine that requires that first the vats be used to make Grey Green Greasy Lumpopo shampoo before the booze can be fermented.
The apes of course greet the arrival of the tankers of shampoo with loud whoops of joy, which they then gleefully dive into and splash about in as if they were sporting about much as the Grey Green Greasy Lumpopo Dolphins would, were they not—officially—extinct and living under assumed names in an abandoned aquatic park in Tupelo MI.
Based now on what you know of the Grey Green Greasy Lumpopo Apes, how would you describe them?
You can’t you just make an ass out of yourself. So fess up, make the corrections, and let the dweebs have their snits.
I thought I was ready to blog, but the post just before this one is a mess, it needs to be redone and it will be redone..
I’ve been through some stress recently, and that stress is thanks to an oreo. A real life oreo. For those of you who don’t know what an oreo is, an oreo is a person who is black on the outside and white inside. Even worse, this honkey is a stale oreo.
He is so full of it that if he got an enema he could sleep in a cupboard. The worst part of it is, he’s convinced I’m a nigger.
I resent that, I resent that greatly. Getting treated like a nigger by anyone, but most especially an oreo is aggravating, and helps me understand what others are dealing with when they talk about how they get treated. I don’t give a fuck if you’re God’s answer to the heart-break of psiorisis, you don’t treat people like shit.
His big problem is the fact he won’t accept that I can be autistic. Autism is for small children, and by some miracle vanishes when they become adults, Hate to tell you this, Mr. Thomas, but there are autistics alive tody who are older than me, and we have our problems. Even when you’re 120 it’s a problem and a damn disability. The fact I’m now 63 has no bearing on my abilityto handle the stress life hands me, and when I’m 93 I’ll still have the same problem.
What do you do about idiots like him? How do you get though to Mr. Occluded that people like you exist, and they can’t get rid of you or make them do what you want? How do you handle a stuck up, perverted, bigoted, biased, prejudiced fool. How do you deal with an ass.
On Monday I’ll be talking with my clinic about getting some counseling, and for a referral to an agency other than the one Uncle Thomas works for. And why do I call him Uncle Thomas? Because that’s what he is.
Oppression stinks on ice, and to deny a disability just because the disabled person happens to be of a race and gender you refuse to admit can be disabled unless that disability is bleedin’ obvious can only mean that you are of the worst kind of racist there is. I’m white and I’m male. That means fuck all to my autism and my autism means I have a disability. A disabilty compounded by being white and male. To such as this oreo we can’t exist and so we can be abused outrageously
But I’m starting to ramble, and that’s not good when I’ve actually got something to say. I can only say is that if you are having to deal with your own Uncle Tom, your own honkey regardless of the color of his skin, refuse to tolerate his shit and walk out. Keep your parting words short, keep them pithy, and make sure they make it clear your disgusted with his hostility. Maybe a simple, “You disgust me.”? He wants details, then you can go into details.
But that’s enough for now. Give me some time to get over this and I’ll be back to producing material of quality. Till then I wish you all a good day, and I hope the only upset you have to deal with is a matter of choosing between ketchup and musterd on your hot dog.