Fresgulen 101

Fresgulen is one of my favorite places in Hekinoe. It goes back a ways, only a few years though, but it is kind of important to me. Back in the day Tony and I were kind of awesome in terms of DnD. We were the ones that cared and knew everything and had all the books. We were both fairly competent writers and we had enough experience with the rules of the game that we felt we could do a good job creating a game world together. So we tried, and we got lazy and burned out on work and he got a bit burned out on DnD while I got burned out on Shadow Chasers, and it never ever went anywhere. Perhaps we could do better these days, but Tony is still burned out on DnD and has no interest in coming out to play as far as I know.

I may have said before that The Old Empire is kind of my homage to Tony's unnamed kingdom of monks and psions he always wanted to create. Fresgulen is my homage to the campaign world we once thought we were going to collaborate on. Maybe it holds up to the potential it had, but probably not, because it is a small continent named Fresgulen, rather than a massive unnamed campaign world Tony and I had planned to pour our creative and technical expertise into. I lament a bit for what could have been, and I try to let that never tapped potential inspire me to do the best I can with Hekinoe. Anyway.

So Fresgulen is this smaller continent somewhere on Hekinoe, perhaps slightly larger than The Old Empire. It's kind of broken down into three geographical areas. In the center of the continent is this mountain range with castles and fortresses and towers and such sprouting from the sides and tops of the peaks. There was once a mighty and noble nation inhabiting the mighty and noble fortresses of the mountains.

Spoiler Alert: They don't live there anymore.

In the depths of the fortresses, in the humid dark places full of rank swamp gases and fog (both are ubiquitous features of Fresgulen) are the Mawkethnay. The Mawkethnay are tall, slender creatures with iridescent black skin like a beetle's shell. Some of them have fine gray or brown hair on their bodies, others have strange patterns of brightly colored markings. Their eyes are black and empty like a shark's and they have fanged mandibles like a Yautja (look it up), heh. Their thin limbs possess immense strength and are taloned, making them adept climbers. The Mawkethnay are a brutal and primitive race of hunters and stalkers, their immense strength and grace make them deadly warriors and the bane of any living thing traversing their mountain home. Little is known of them, other than the fact that they sent the original denizens of the mountains running for the forests that ring the mountains.

Oh yeah, forgot the important bits, those clawed limbs, they have eight of them. Those black shark eyes, there are eight of them too. Yeah, they're spider men. Tall, creepy, chittering, fucking spider men. Hide your kids, hide your wives, hide your husbands, cause they be raping...er eating everyone up in here. By here, I mean the mountains of Fresgulen.

Those forests that I spoke of, they're green and tall, but kind of on the scraggly side with patches of sickly looking bark on some of them. Dwelling in these forests is a proud race that once inhabited those mountains that the Mawkethnay live in. They call themselves the Norvenmik and they are a proud and noble warrior race of pale, blonde human-looking humanoids. I mean, in game terms, they're basically human, but possess low-light vision. So I don't know what you'd call them. I guess we can add them to the list of human-like things that aren't quite.

They aren't nature lovers, but they know the forest supports them and it is a fragile thing and they must be careful not to take too much timber from it or hunt too many animals from it. They tend to dwell in clearings in the deepest parts of the forest, where the trees are thick and sturdier than on the outskirts. The outskirts of the forest butt up against a heck of a swamp, and this swamp is shrouded in somewhat poisonous fog, and the thicker parts of the forest almost never see this smog. This allows the Norvenmik to safely breathe and whatnot.

Now it is time for the swamps, my favorite place. These things are fucking fens man. "Lakes" of this sluggish, slow moving, thick ass swamp water. Pits of gurgling sludge that reeks like piss and dead animals. Rocky vents with yellow and green smog erupting from them and poisoning everything around them. The swamps run in a ring around the forests, which run in a ring around the mountains, and they are choked with this low hanging greenish tinged smog.

Dwelling in this green haze is a hardy and primitive race of creatures. They wear hides and leather, armor themselves in gator skin, and are as tough as even the Mawkethnay. They're insular and xenophobic and terribly violent and possessing no mercy in their hearts. They ride huge beasts into battle, creatures as ill tempered as they are huge. They (the beasts) also stink like skunk ass and will throw themselves into a frenzy of bloodthirsty violence when near death. They're huge like bears, with savage jaws and claws for digging and tearing apart their enemies and are covered in bony spurs that stud their black and brown shaggy fur. Their masters don't control them so much as they survive training them long enough for the beasts to develop a respect for the ferocity of their diminutive masters.

The race is known as the Ethryll and they're just slightly over three feet tall. Their hair is usually dyed in tribe specific colors and spiked with wax or animal shit or whatever will hold it up in a crazy shape. Their skin is usually a sickly grey color from the caustic smog of the area, but they are a hardy and tough people, it is usually tattooed or ritually scarred as well, depending on the tribe. They're tough little fuckers.

Those are the races that inhabit Fresgulen. There are all kinds of critters and veritable monsters that inhabit the place, but nothing on a wide enough scale to represent a true race of creatures or a nation, which is not to say that the previously mentioned races are each unified into a single kingdom. There are some tribes of lizardmen in the swamps, but they're kept in line and endangered enough by the Enthryll that they don't really represent a civilization anymore. I'm sure they'd happily wage a genocide of a war against the Ethryll, but they lack the manpower and resources to do so.

The mountains are a pretty barren place, aside from some super hardy goats. The Mawkethnay hunt in a pretty rapacious manner. I mean, they store their food, they can spin webs tight enough that it Ziplocs food away in the bottom of their stolen fortresses, so they're not starving or anything. They just like to hunt and have been running around in the dark places of the mountains for some time.

The forests are foresty, bears and other creatures. A few tribes of non-Norvenmik races, but nothing noteworthy. Or perhaps there is a hidden race of ancient power that dwells deep in the forests, deeper than even the Norvenmik, perhaps they slumber and wait to be woken so they can wreak havoc upon the mortals that have taken Fresgulen from them. Behold the SECRETS! The MYSTERY! STUFF!!!1!

Like The Known World, Fresgulen is a pretty well occupied place. Two of the main races are pretty savage and uncivilized, and the formerly civilized Norvenmik aren't too terribly far ahead of the others. Nothing is known of firearms or any of the comforts of The Known World. Sorcery is even more feared out here though, its not outlawed because that would indicate that there is some manner of codified written law in place in one or more of the areas. It is reviled and mistrusted almost more than it is in The New Empire. I guess that's enough about a continent that is only spoken of as half-hearted rumor in The Known World, so I guess technically all of the above could be lies and Fresgulen could be this smaller continent that is a flat piece of glassy black rock riding upon the waves for all anyone in The Known World knows.

So you can run an tell that homeboy.

My Secret Life As A Walker In The Wastes

I heart Athas, hardcore style.

Dark Sun was probably my second favorite 2nd Edition Advanced Dungeons and Dragons setting. The first was Planescape and the third favorite was probably Ravenloft, which they're making into a board game or something. Weird. Anyway, I love Dark Sun. It is a pretty harsh world, magic has destroyed the majority of life in the world, leaving endless expanses of desert dotted with cities under the thumb of capricious and deadly sorcerer kings. The sorcerer kings are super powerful wizard/psion types that are on their way to becoming crazy immortal creatures that are nearly indestructible. On their rise to power, these dragon kings committed complete genocide on a bunch of races like kobolds, gnomes, orcs, trolls, etc. So not only is Dark Sun a completely alien environment, it lacks tons of trappings from the typical high fantasy setting, which makes it an even more alien place.

I've read through the Dark Sun Campaign Setting book I just got in the mail the other day and the flavor of the campaign is still there. All the classic weapons and races are there, the artwork is not good ole Brom's, but I find it to be adequate. All the pictures depict, heh, people wearing leather and hides and various types and colors of chitin. There's also some obsidian studded weaponry and some bone swords and such. The flavor is here, trust me, and it tastes as delicious as it did in the past. There will be a nit picked against the art a little bit later, but it is irrelevant to the art's quality, which is quite good in spots.

Races are good, Wizards found a decent way to fit Goliaths, Dragonborn, and Eladrin into the world of Dark Sun and remained relatively true to the source material by leaving out Gnomes and Shifters and Warforged and the like. Goliaths are now Half-Giants, Dragonborn are Dray, and Eladrin are...Eladrin, I guess. There is a mild concession they make that if you want to be something not normally found in Dark Sun you can be some kind of planar traveler or a deep desert mutant. I kind of call foul on that. Anyway, all the new backgrounds for the races are extremely fitting for the races of Athas. The Thri-Kreen and Mul are still very true to the source material, and the Thri-Kreen make me happy inside. They're all mantisy and whatnot, but I guess that's about all I ask of them. Heh. It all works pretty well and is pretty true to the intent of the source material. I think most of the race specific feats and paragon classes are pretty fitting as well, so I think it looks alright.

Classes are good. There isn't a new Gladiator class like there was in 2nd Edition, but that gets covered in themes and a new Fighter option. There are four new class features for the Battlemind, Fighter, Shaman, and Warlock classes. I really like the concept behind the Sorcerer King Warlock pact, I think it really works super well to show the nature of a templar or any spellcaster in service to a sorcerer king really, rather than them just being Clerics like it was in 2nd Edition. The Battlemind feature synchs up nicely with the whole "everyone is a wild talent and full of assloads of untapped potential" thing that Dark Sun does. The new Shaman feature is kind of meh, but I feel that way about Shaman's in general, so I may not be the best person to listen to regarding that. The Arena Fighter class feature is handling the whole "Gladiators are the best fighting class ever" thing that Gladiators had going in 2nd Edition. Not quite sure how it works yet, but I think I get the gist of it and it does a good job.

I really very much like the concept of themes. They're a way to offer added variety to a class, in addition to all the other feats and features you can pick and choose from. It is also a nice way for your character's background to have more effects on the way they are played. You automatically gain a bonus power and have the option of taking theme powers are certain levels, rather than class powers. The themes presented in the book cover all the bases for Dark Sun. Gladiator, Templar, Athas bard (which are more like assassins and are known for backstabbery and poisonery). I like the themes associated with minstrels and bards, they really channel the hardcore nature of Athas' bards. I was very concerned that the whole bard assassin stuff would get kind of swept under the rug, in 4th Edition, but they held true to the source material once again and this book is the better for it.

The latter half of the book appears to be mostly data about the various cities and features of the Tyr region. It also goes over some features of Athasian deserts. I don't know what else to say, I love the material presented in this book. I very much enjoy the map included with the book, I love maps though.

Price. This is always going to be my issue with 4th Edition books. They're expensive, thin, and have a lot of big full page color artwork, which means less content. As much as I like the art style of Athas, every picture of a lovely obsidian studded club or Thri-Kreen whooping ass means that there is less delicious content and options in the book. I know what a Thri-Kreen looks like and how a Mul looks dressed in insect chitin armor and facing off against a Dray. Anyway, the full price of the book is 39.95, that's a significant chunk of change. There are 222 pages, which is more than the thirty-five and thirty-seven dollar campaign books they've been selling previously, which have had 160 pages. But, those previous campaign books have been split into two books for campaign info and player options. Fuck it, I'm not going to compare DnD books. Here's my argument, I just bought a forty dollar Pathfinder book. It has over one hundred pages more than the Dark Sun book and it loaded to the gills with delicious content. Now, granted, its just a book of options and new stuff for Pathfinder, and not a campaign setting. Nonetheless, its packed with more info, smaller artwork and operates at the same price point.

It boils down to one thing I guess: I fucking love me some Dark Sun. Enough said.

Unglemell 101

So Kaleshmar was an old and powerful empire ruled by three main races with balls ass crazy technology and supported by a bunch of slave races. One of those three main races were the Unglemell. They were sort of the leaders of Kaleshmar and were the oldest and most accomplished race that lived in the ancient floating empire. They were also pretty brutally oppressive to the races that they had subjugated.

The Unglemell were wise and powerful and long lived, but they really ran shit, unlike the Eldumans of The Old Empire in modern times that claim they ran shit way back when. If the Unglemell wanted to do something, they did it. The other races of Kaleshmar were free to disagree or try to veto the action, but if the Unglemell really truly wanted to do something, they did it and ignored the other races of their flying nation. Any decision they could get away with making for the other races, they made and more often than not, they were powerful enough to do whatever they thought was best and damn the consequences.

The Unglemell were complete and utter technophiles, and their technology made them a wee bit full of themselves. Eventually it came to a point where they were so drunk on power that they could not conceive of other races not wanting to be under their control. They were very aware of their power and the fact that they were right about things more often than not, and this led to quite a bit of arrogance. So, there, we have the arrogant "civilized" race bringing their wisdomousness to the uncivilized and "stupid" brutish races like the Abraxens and Uncout and various other Kaleshmar-based races.

The culture of the Unglemell put a lot of emphasis on technical expertise and combined efforts. They had a culture of reliance on one another, the slave races they had created and subjugated, and the other races of Kaleshmar. Despite their belief that they were superior to all other cultures, they believed that all members of Kaleshmar, whether slave or master, should contribute to the future of the nation, whether they wanted to or not.

So we have the Unglemell, who believe they know best and are so wrapped up in their awesomesauceness that they cannot conceive of other races, let alone members of their own race, not wanting to be part of their team. Then the prince and princess of the Unglemell decided that they were sick of this life of power and community, so they left Kaleshmar forever to forge a destiny for themselves that forced each member of their group to rely on themselves, rather than technology and the work of slaves. This schism shook the Unglemell to the very core of their society. The rulers of the race could not conceive of such a break with the way things were done in their empire, it confused them, stunned them, and left them vulnerable.

This confusion and upset in the hierarchy gave the Abraxens of the Ashlands the opening they needed to throw off the shackles of the Unglemell in their homeland and they were able to seek their own destiny free of their masters. From here it is a quick hop and a step to the poor decision making skills that allowed the Horned Man to pull his tricksy shenanigans that caused the eventual demise of Kaleshmar.

Umanle 101

You remember those crystal trees I've spoken of from way back when in the Shadow Chasers campaign? (Which would be fantastic in GURPS). I've said before that those trees were the ancestors of the Eldumans of Kaleshmar and that the Guardian was their caretaker. Those trees were known as The Forests of the Umanle, but not until the Guardian came around, because trees can't speak and do things like come up with names for stuff. Because they're trees.

For the purposes of this post, we'll call the trees the Umanle. Even though they and their ancestors became the Elduman race, the Umanle persisted for quite some time. In the past I have described the Umanle as being pine trees with needles of blue crystal. This is basically true, but they're not so...conical I guess. Pine trees are conical right? Anyway, they are trees, so therr is a main trunk and a bunch of branches sprout off of it. The branches only grow out to a certain length though, and don't grow further than a few feet from the trunk. The branches on each tree grow out to the same exact length, so the Umanle have kind of a uniformly wide shape, rather than coming to a point at their top like pine tree. Their "needles" appear as clumps at the end of each branch and don't sprout from any other point on the branch. So basically, they are like pine trees in that they have needles, wee. Maybe they're more like weird cacti? Not sure, cacti are plants and I did conceive of the Umanle having some manner of bark-like skin. So, they're weird trees, until I retcon it. Heh.

So, the Umanle are trees that are psionically resonant with some blue crystal needles. What are the needles for? As with normal trees, the blue needs on the Umanle are how they absorb energy, except that Umanle don't use photosynthesis. These blue crystalline needles absorb psionic energy from the world around the trees. So when a silly little Kaleshmarian squirrel type creature wanders into The Forest of the Umanle and it gets close enough to one of those creepy blue trees, his mind basically drains out of his skull via the sucking psionic maw of the Umanle.

So the Umanle eat brains, there, I said it. Num num. But they're still just basically brainless, unthinking, trees. They don't think about melting the brains of Kaleshmarian squirrels, the same way oak trees don't think about nomming on some sunlight with their green leaves. These trees don't move or walk or reproduce in any manner of mundane way, so how do we get to the Guardian and the Eldumans?

The Forest of the Umanle is covered in the skeletal and decaying remains of all these Kaleshmarian critters. Now, to reproduce, these Umanle drop clusters of needles into the ground, and these in turn grow into their tree form, slowly developing a thick bark-like "skin" and eventually dropping their own clusters of needles to the floor of the forest.

The way I envision it happening is that one of these clusters of needles, or dozens of them, drop into something that no longer has a brain and was vaguely human looking. Now, the needles sprout crystalline root structures and kind of wind their way their way through this human looking creature and we have a bunch of slightly human looking stinking corpses full of crystals lying around on the forest floor doing not much of anything.

What happens is that these unintelligent tree-things begin using what is left of the corpses they inhabit to kind of move around and expand the borders of The Forest of the Umanle. The larger the forest grows, the more needles there are dropping, and the more corpses there are lying on the ground for them to grow into. At this point, the Forest has been eating brains enough that it kind of knows where they are in most creatures and that they kind of direct what these sacks of flesh do. This is why modern Eldumans have big lumps of crystal in their skulls that act as their brains.

The first proto-Eldumans were these shambling, half-decaying things that stumbled around The Forest of the Umanle not really knowing what they were doing. They weren't zombies in the conventional sense, they didn't storm into the caves of the kind-of-human things that the trees had possessed and eat out their brains with crumbling teeth. They just kind of stumbled around aimlessly, and if something intelligent came within range of the crystal structures within them, they stumbled towards it and ate its brain in the same way that the trees did. I'm imagining some kind of invisible microwave that cooks up the brain to a nice temperature and absorbs it like a vacuum while the physical remains leak out the nostrils and ears of the food source.

Long story short, these shambling crystal corpse things gain the intelligence and instinct of a predator and begin seeking out prey, rather than being opportunistic predators. They learn from the the minds they devour how to operate these flesh sacks and over time develop into what the Guardian was and eventually become full fledged members of Kaleshmar and move on to finally become the Eldumans of The Old Empire once Kaleshmar falls and The Old Empire rises.

So that is some history behind how the Eldumans evolved from trees into what they are in the current era of The Known World. A few questions remain though. The Forests of the Umanle still existed at the fall of Kaleshmar, and pieces of Kaleshmar impaled The Known World when it was destroyed. Does that mean that there are some crazy underground forests of blue crystal somewhere in Kusseth or Whurent or something like that? Or have they become some manner of deadly, underground, crystal fungi? Next question, what were these human-looking things that died and got used as meat puppets by the trees?

Updatery

Now that I'm working twelve hour shifts at work, I'm finding it harder and harder to find time at home to write out posts. I think what I'm going to do is switch it up and start posting on Mondays and Fridays, if I end up getting a large backlog of posts stored on here I'll switch back to three posts a week. We'll see.

Also, turns out, Futurama is pretty neat, and slightly more accessible than the Simpsons, seeing as how it isn't like fourteen hundred seasons long.

Also: this http://io9.com/5615539/show-some-team-spirit-dd-style and this http://io9.com/5615023/fuck-me-ray-bradbury-is-the-best-scifi-pop-song-of-the-year (both from the glorious www.io9.com) are glorious.

The FUTURE Is Now!!1!

I played the 4th Edition Dungeons and Dragons module Keep on the Shadowfell (I think) Sunday night. We used this fancy program called Map Tools that I thought was pretty neat and would love to use, if all of my gamers didn't live within thirty minutes of one another. Our means of communication was Skype, which worked surprisingly well. I actually had no experience with Skype, and had kind of expected it to be a somewhat janky and unreliable means of communication. There were some spots where our words were garbled, but those seemed to be a bug, rather than a feature, and overall it operated quite well and I enjoyed the whole experience.

It was Shawn's first time DMing and I think he did super well, he even went so far as to say that it was fun to run things. I had fun as well, despite my Bard getting two critical failures in a row, and then a third later in the same combat. I started out strong with a natural twenty for my initiative, but apparently that used up all my luck for the day. Or maybe the fact that I was using the dice I normally DM with to roll stuff as a player was the problem (I used a dice roller on Map Tools to get my twenty for initiative). I dunno, there are a lot of myths and legends regarding dice and the potential luckiness they may or may not have. As I was saying, I had some fun.

We played for about two and a half hours, long enough to introduce our characters to each other, fight off seven kobolds, and get to Winterhaven. Our group is composed of a Halfling Rogue, an Eladrin Bard (me), and a Shifter Warden. Certainly an eclectic collection of characters. There seems to be some pretty easily flowing role-playing going on and that is pretty cool. I enjoy the in character dialogue and goofiness.

We all discussed and have agreed to go forward with an email-based post between sessions thing to keep us in the game and prevent us from forgetting all the details of the previous session. So basically our characters are bumming around Winterhaven and we will use dice rollers and posts to kind of fill in what's going on while we're waiting for a schedule to appear for me at my place of employment and we can find a time to game again. Seems like a really good idea to me, and I am very interested in seeing what kind of trouble we can get into just wandering around a town.

Good times. I'm really interested to see how this all goes.

Pathfindery Extravaganza

John, Eric, Jeremy, and I played some Pathfinder last night. The other member(s) of our group were indisposed. We ran through the eighth scenario of this campaign arc, which was called Descent Into The Depths. Even without the Pathfinder shenanigans, I really liked the way the whole thing turned out. The scenario was pretty cool and it combined a dungeon with a dragon and some traps.

There were only four of us, and the session only really lasted five hours total I believe. It was pretty fun. The guys really enjoyed the trap thingy that I put in there, it was difficult but a nice change of pace from slugging it out with another group of faceless monsters. It was also pretty amusing to have the mutant dragon thing melt half of John's face off, and to watch the slime try and slime D'alton's shadow and then go through it and up a hill, only to slide back down the glassy smooth stone and try to do the same thing next round.

Everyone seemed to really enjoy the way Pathfinder played, and the fact that the fights didn't take like an hour or more each was pretty nice. Ultimately, I guess I don't have too much to say other than it went well and now the Glenwighta Fremwightan and the rebels of Hell are all hooked up and ready to cause some trouble.

I guess Pathfinder is 3.5 Edition, but a little bit better, and we all like 3.5 Edition, so it works.

There was a bit of a snag with the microphone, Audacity went wonky in the midst of recording and then it popped up with an error. It ended up closing itself down and I lost the second hour of recordings for that session. Oh well, we're about gaming, not fiddling with recorders and trying to get them to work. So, no downloadable version of the session.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun with the guys and it seems like they all love Pathfinder. In fact, they said they would like to switch to Pathfinder right this second, or for next scenario, or whatever you want to call it. So, Pathfinder wins without discussion apparently. Unless Fred suddenly decides he really likes 4th Edition, heh.