STing around a table : how to, factually?I’ve not played tabletop for a while as a DM, but husband has so I’ve been observing. So in our case, this is what applies :Malkalady
Needed (in no particular order) :
The iPad (any tablet really, but we have iPad so iPad it is)A ST screenA bunch of diceNecessary booksCampaign notesA folder full of portraits, places and other illustrations (the Ipad comes in handy)Bunch of loose paper for note-taking and pencils+ erasersCoca-cola.
As I’ve told in the How to Campaign, to me what’s most important is making sure you have a solid setting and NPCs that all have an agenda in mind. I tend to keep guidelines for each in a dark place of the Internet, but you all should keep it in a printed version with notes and bookmarks. In a folder
The portraits of NPCs are very important : The players must never know who is and who isn’t important. “You see a guy pass by” instead of “you see this guy pass
Degeneration rolls and humanity lossMalkalady
I’ve been told I was harsh on my players and on humanity rolls, so obviously, my take on it isn’t so… regular.
Let me be clear: in Vampire the Masquerade, the struggle to do the right thing, to do what must be done, and to live well with your conscience is HARD. There is no “right solution”, and eventually, your humanity will fall. That’s your fate as a vampire.
It’s the World of Darkness damn it. It’s not cute, it’s not clean, everyone’s a jerk, and hell is paved with good intentions.
Players and Characters must make sure they know they’ll be rolling for humanity loss very often, because such choices are your nightly blood in such a horrible world. There is never a right solution to the dilemmas.
If they try to justify themselves for an unspeakable action (related to their hierarchy of sins), then you don’t need to roll and you directly los
Collection: Hammer Time!techgnotic
There is always a reason. A level of insult. An unprovoked assault. A threat of invasion. A refusal to negotiate in good faith. A refusal to compromise. There is always something so unbearable that it must be righted with no more delay and by any means, by even the last means, necessary. That final means is war.
Ever since mankind became able to produce and possess more than necessary for survival, there has been a surplus of resources. It is the treasure that has built our civilization and shaped the special magic and glory of what it is to be a human being.
The struggle for control and division of that treasure sometimes infects men’s minds with a unique
Collection: Into The Realmtechgnotic
Into the Realm
“Evening songs of burning wood and mead and laughter, of blood and hunts and fellowship: our halls echo with memories old and new. A day through forest and field, chasing the smell of spring, a moment above the morning mist to steal a glimpse of seas twinkling on the horizon; an eternity before our gates, in wonderment at the carved quests of heroes, coming alive at a fingertip’s request. Witness a lifetime into the realm… it is quite the adventure.”
— HtBlack of theWrittenRevolution
Secret Origins Of The Lord Of The Ringstechgnotic
Secret Origins of The Lord of The Rings
Gandalf and the dwarves
The Beginning of The Lord Of The Rings
We’ve all had at least one special book that we’ve loved and reread but when it comes to books that have defined and influenced us that list becomes much smaller. On most peoples lists J.R.R. Tolkien’s epic work The Lord of The Rings would be at the top of the list.
Without it many of the artists and writers we kno
Collection: The Warrior and the Magetechgnotic
The Warrior and the Mage
“Preys of the thirst of blades and hunger of spells, what are we but witnesses of a war of two? Steel cloaks the hills as mist rises from the seas, and the night grows bright from shining swords and enchanted words. Whose blood will it be on the meadows, whose cry will echo the victory? When the drums are put to sleep, who will rule between the warrior and the mage?”
— TheMaidenInBlack of theWrittenRevolution
Collection: Rise from the Deadtechgnotic
Rise From the Dead
“Where are tonight the sword and its swinger, the holy spells and their singer? Where is the light to scatter the ghosts, the sight of dawn to shatter the frost? Fears can be hidden, and hearts’ fire kindled, but will shadows be caged and demons faced? The curses of liches linger like winds of winter, and wolves howl a hymn for the undead's hunt… who will be safe from the grim reaper’s swing, and who will fall in its grip?”
— HtBlack of theWrittenRevolution
the last poem i write about my depressioni want you to know that it took me yearsMisfitableGrae
to figure out the worst part. cause, sure, there’s
so many bad parts, there’s so many moments
when dragging air through your mouth feels
like letting in all the water. your body becomes
your own battlefield, your mind—the most
ruthless enemy. it does not cut corners.
it will not spare you. it will leave
no summer-tinted memory untouched.
every exit sign looks like a suggestion.
if you ask someone if they are happy they will say yes
but they will not look you in the eyes.
you will never learn how to feel permanent.
you will drink grape juice and try to remember how it felt
to be holy. you will not think of yourself as wholly,
you are not complete. something vital is missing.
some dark monster has been feasting on you
when you lay down for sleep.
these are bad moments. these are scars that mar your skin
like tattoos that have too much meaning, like a map
of all the dirt roads you’ve walked down.
some days i can