Nimble and Goblins

My gaming group got together last night and did our first session of our Parsulan campaign using Nimble. Basically, we completed character generation and did one combat to try out the rules. A faerie beloved by a village they happened to be stopped in is kidnapped by goblins and the party went after them. They took out about 10 of them, but the group with the faerie got away.

The system worked pretty well. Despite our unfamiliarity, it certainly went faster than 5e would have.

Besides the Nimble rules, the players used the Local Experience tables I had come up with for the various important places. These are the characters:

g'Mbalisto (Tug): A dwarf Oathsworn (a Paladin, essentially) from the Lightbearer Republic. He's also been a gladiator in Mayura in the past.

Pan(demonium) (Gina): A darkling Songweaver (bard) from the Durendine Confederation. A forrmer rabble rouser and busker.

Frea (Andrea): A human (thought changed into a more felinoid form by a curse of a wizard of Abraxad) Cheat (thief). 

Tamarra (Kathy): A human Shepherd (a cleric, more or less) from the Lightbearer Republic. Her parents died in the Kakharoth Wastes.

Aelarion (Bob): Human Stormshifter (the stuff people like about the druid). He's from a small town near the Dagard Mountains.

[Parsulan] Abraxad Academy

The Abraxad Academy of Magic is the oldest institute of arcane study on the continent of Parsulan. Nestled within the protective boundary of the Weird Wood, the magi of Abraxad preserve magical traditions from the Age of High Magic and work to expand the bounds of traditional magic without resorting to magitechnology as has taken of the instruction at other institutions. "Magic is Art, not Engineering," the faculty proclaim with pride.

The Academy is entwined with the city of Abraxad, a municipality that is home to a number of former graduates, and practitioners of allied arts, as well as the typical artisans and workers found in any thriving town. Relations between the Academy and the townsfolk has never been better, owing to the unique structure of governance that unites the needs of both Academy and city under a central authority. Though historically there may have been tensions, students of the modern era are always welcome in local establishments.

Each student will join one of the Academy's seven colleges which are smaller academic communities within the larger whole where they will learn the fundamentals of magical practice and begin advancement within a particular school of magic. Each college has its distinct traditions and history of which new students will become forever a part. 

No discussion of the school would be complete without mention of the Archmagus, Verraine has presided over the school longer than many of its magi have been alive. Though none would be so rude as the enquire regarding the Archmagus's actual age, the older townsfolk are fond of pointing out fading wall mural in the over 300 year-old One-Eyed Grimalkin Tavern depicts an elvish woman who broadly resembles the Archmagus assisting in driving out a Fomori raiding party at the end of the Demon War.

[Parsulan] Banners

 Working on my upcoming Parsulan campaign, in Greyhawkian fashion, I've done some flags/banners for some of the nations I've written up. These mostly done with Armoria, which is a great program but limited in terms of its assets and functionality.

The Lightbearer Republic

Kamazot

Durendine Confederation

Mayura

The Heart of the Nhaga

I've been listening to the audiobook of The Bird That Drinks Tears, the first book in the epic fantasy series Heart of the Nhaga by Korean author Lee Youngdo. The book was written in 2003, but this is the first time it has been translated into English. I'm only about a third of the way through, but I've been enjoying it so far.

In a world divided into the northern and southern realms by the Line of Limit, band of three individuals from the north, representative of the three races of that region, must go into the jungles of the south, the sole domain of the fourth race, to bring a member of that race (because, as an oft repeated adage says: "three handle one") back to an ancient temple for...well, as far as I've gotten, that hasn't been explained, but I'm sure it's world-saving stuff

One of the things I've liked about the series so far is the world-building. There are gigantic skyrays with ruins of a forgotten civilization on their backs, and dragons that are part plant, part animal, but the four races are one of the most interesting aspects. 

In the north, there are humans, of course, which are more fractious than other races, but also more numerous. They don't seem to have a nation-states or empires now (indeed, no one in the north seems to now) but they once did.

The Rekon are giant, avian humanoids. Most of the art I have seen depicts like humanoid roosters, which fits, I guess. They are immensely strong and skilled warriors and craftsmen. Each Rekon has an individual Calling, a life's work they strive to achieve.

The Tokkebi are sort of goblinish (though maybe not short like typical goblins), certainly mischievous and magical. They are able to control fire and create illusions from it. They are nonviolent but have no fear of death because if their body is killed, they continue on as spirits.

In the South live the Nhaga who have gotten the most detail so far. They are cold-blooded, reptilian humanoids who are fierce defenders of the trees of the first and only eat live prey. Their hearing is poor, but they see heat and talk to each other by a sort of telepathy called nireum. At the age of majority, they have their hearts removed and so become nearly immortal and hard to kill as they can regenerate. Nhaga society is divided into matriarchal houses where adult men are only ever visitors to help the women conceive children.

Anyway, it's been good so far. Interested to see where it goes.

Fan art for the series by artist Sangheon Nam

[Parsulan] Cold Hands, Stoneheart

Only seldom is the summit not shrouded in clouds, but on that rare day when it is visible, it's easy to see how the mining town in the high valley below gets the name Silver Peak. The pinnacle is forever sheathed in ice and snow that doesn't retreat with the change in season thanks to maddened elemental fae, forever enraged at some ancient insult.

In the glaciers that run like deep, blue veins from summit there is para-elemental ice that resists melting for long periods. If another reason to mine the Dagards beside rich stories of thaumatite and occasional manastones was needed, the arcane ice provides it. The ice is the simplest and most widespread means of refrigeration and cooling in Parsulan, and until magitechnologists rediscovered the means to make it, the Ice Barons of Silver Peak were the supplier of that ice.

Each of the ice magnate families controlled territory around Silver Peak, which was mostly neutral ground as it was a necessary resource exploited by all. Their workers lived there, and it was everyone's haven from the periodic assaults by monsters and Fomori. 

In addition to periodic attacks by hostile creatures and thunderstone eruptions that can blast a miner (or part of them) high into the sky, ice mining carries unique hazards. When they take notice of intruders (which is only occasionally but often enough to be a risk), the fae turn their anger on them. Miners have had their blood frozen in their veins or had the ice winds of a blizzard blasted into their lungs. Sometimes the fae animated crude physical forms to attack. 

These assaults have only gotten worse, perhaps, since the Ice Castle was uncovered. In the last century, the miners delved too deep and stripped a layer of ice so that the structure encased within it came into view: a castle of soaring towers and fanciful battlements. No one knows who built the castle or what became of its inhabitants.

Since the Castle was revealed, the fae have become more active. Now they howl down from their usual haunts into the valley in the winter, creating unnatural cold. They are also more aggressive toward miners.

There are other strange things. People swear they see inexplicable tracks leading down form the castle, and then there is the weird music that sometimes drifts over Silver Peak.

Fewer miners are willing now to take the risk, and then there was the miners' union and demand for fairer wages and better protections. The ice barons have dwindled in number and influence, but the most tenacious of them have over time joined by intermarriage into one clan, the Stonehearts.

[Parsulan] The Durendine Heads

Photo by Paul Glazzard

The head of Vorlas is on display in the Revolutionary Museum in Kingshead, shielded from the ravages of time by magic so that it may be a near-permanent reminder of the revolution's resolve. One of the last of the great Wizard-Kings, Vorlas's rule was particularly despotic and draconian, but his security forces and even inhuman soldiers transformed by magic proved unequal to the defense of his kingdom during the Demon War and even less effective in dealing with the crises of displacement of people and food shortages that followed.

Vorlas was dragged to central square of Kingsforge, his capital, by the rebel army and beheaded by a new apparatus designed for that purpose, the machine now called "The Nemesis." The city was renamed in commemoration of this event and the head has resided there since.

There is another, newer head in Kingshead. That one is made from steel, thaumatite, manastone, and more than a little spellcraft. The dwarven theorists and magitechnologists behind its creation convinced the Council for Progress, a conclave formed of the various business groups that have become the true rulers of the Durendine Confederation, that the magitech mind could run the nation more efficiently than any mortal, anticipating problems before they arose, and maximizing their profits. So far, the head remains a work in progress, but the Council is still captivated by the possibilities. 

The dwarves who built it have an even grander vision. While they promise their device will far exceed the computational and planning capabilities of mortals, they hope for it to one day to be greater than either god or titan, at least in the sense that it would be free of their passions and weaknesses. 

Journal of Eternian Studies

With the Masters of the Universe movie upon us, it seemed a good time to revisit my series of posts that take a pseudo-scholarly view of the MOTU mythos, as if it were a legend or myth cycle that might be based on real events.

It started here with "Eternian History Revealed."

Then, I delved into [People]-at-Arms with "Eternian Armsmen."

Next, I looked at the "Gods of Eternia."

Finally, I looked into Skeletor's past: "The Search for Skeletor."

[Parsulan] The Madding Plains

The old road east from Ervessos to Grancazarel skirts the northern edge of the Madding Plains, but no major roads pass through the heart of it. The Madding Plains are the only place where the frensy flowers grow and when those flowers bloom, madness reigns.

The flowers with colors reminiscent of dancing flames have a pollen that can intoxicate most humanoids. In low doses it is consumed recreationally in honey or alcoholic beverages, particularly popular in Mayura. When it is breathed in a concentrated form or for an extended period, individuals can enter an enter a state of ecstatic mania. Those that seek out this experience repeatedly are called Madders.

Madders eke out a meager living on the plains, foraging edible plants and stealing the eggs of the flightless owu (and sometimes getting killed or injured) for sustenance, but when the blooming of flowers peak, they in the heart of the area for a raucous festival. On some years they stay there, but on others the revelers breakup into smaller bands that rove wider region becoming a nuisance and sometimes a danger.

Halflings are the other group which live in the plains. Of all the mortal peoples, they alone seem immune to the frensy flowers powerful effects. They do much of the collecting of the honey made from the flowers and brew the mead made from it. The Madders can sometimes be an impediment to this, but the halflings don't let this deter them from their chosen livelihood.

More than merely an economic endeavor, the halflings view the harvesting and brewing as a sacred duty to a god that did not abandon the Earth with the others but instead sleeps (perhaps sleeping off a hangover) beneath the plain. Bok, as they name him, is the god of intoxication and the brewer's art. They depict him as halfling-like in stature, with an un-halfing-like girth (Parsulan halflings are un-Hobbitishly thin) and shaggy-fetlocked, cloven hooves.

[Parsulan] The Prismatic Lake

In the Berlaith region of the content of Parsulan, there is a magical body of water known as the Prismatic Lake. The reason for the name is obvious: clear as it is (and its waters as remarkable pellucid), they are tinted with a rainbow of colors. The reason for the lake's unusual appearance is the naturally occurring manastones that are embedded in its depths that leak arcane energy into the water.

The lake covers nearly 40 acres and is near circular. Scholars believe it was formed by the unlikely interaction of a shadow cyst emergence causing a collapse into an underground space beneath, possibly an attenuated dungeon root. The heart of the cyst was lost, causing it to burst, but the resultant magical release altered the landscape.

However, it came to be the Prismatic Lake draws wizards and other adventurers hoping to harvest the manastones within. It's not an easy task, given the strange effects the magical energies can have on divers in addition to the problem of working the stones free underwater. Monsters are also attracted to the stones, so they pose another danger.

A (somewhat) easier target for adventurers out to make quick coin is catching the lake's fish. Several highly unusual varieties live there, each with magical properties. Alchemists and magical researchers will pay handsomely for specimens, particularly alive. Would-be fishers should beware: many of the fish are dangerous due to the same magical properties that make them sought after.

XNOO is Nearly Upon You!

The latest Kickstarter from the Merry Mushmen is XNOO #1, a 276 page "aperiodical" fantasy comics anthology. It features work by several rpg and comic artists, among them James West, Stefan Poag, and Jason Sholtis. Of interest to readers here, it also features the debut of the Land of Azurth comic "The Runaway Shadow" written by me and featuring art by comics veteran Mike Kazaleh. There's also great stuff by artists like Alexey Gorboot. Kennon James and Tim Molloy, and more!

In addition to the comics stories, it's filled out with articles by the likes of James Maliszewski and myself on related topics. My text piece is on comics adaptations of literary Sword & Sorcery characters.

You're going to want to check it out.

Head over to Kickstarter now to be notified on launch tomorrow.

Local Experiences Tables

 One idea for my new campaign I'm working on that I'm borrowing from the Japanese rpg Sword World (or at least its unofficial translations into English) are Local Experience Tables. These show up in some of the setting books and are just random tables of events themed to varying degrees to specific locales. They don't typically provide any mechanical benefit (though I could see it in limited situations), but they are still potentially useful, and they certainly provide a roleplaying hook.

Here's one I came up with for Salvage:

Salvage and the Field of the Fallen Colossi

Roll	Experience
1	Swindle. You either suckered someone or got suckered.
2	Dust Up. You were involved in a violent altercation.
3	Busted. You were once down and out.
4	Scarred but Smarter. You got caught in a trap in a colossi, but now you know better.
5	New Part. A part of your body is Magitech.
6	Poisonville. You once lived in a pretty toxic area.
7	Bad Blood. You made an enemy, and someone is still after you.
8	Took a Bullet. You’ve been shot before and have the scar to prove it.
9	Lost Mine. You believe you know the location of treasure.
10	Tech Friends. You have a friend that is a construct or otherwise Magitech.

And here's one that covers the region outside the major cities:

General

Roll	Experience
1	Courier. You once delivered a sealed letter to an important person.
2	Marshlander. You’ve spent a good deal of time in the marshes.
3	Mad Season. You’ve experienced the mad ecstasy brought on by exposure to the pollen of the irrsin flowers in the scrublands
4	Rail journey. You’ve traveled by train.
5	Runaway Construct. You had a dangerous encounter with a magitech construct.
6	Under Strange Stars. You were once lost in the Stargazer’s Garden.
7	Fantastic fishing. You have fished in the Prismatic Lake
8	Captive. You were once captured by a Fomori (humanoid) raiding party.
9	Birthing. You witnessed a Mothernode produce a Mek.
10	Searcher. You are looking or have looked for a friend or relative lost in Berlaith.

Bringing it Into Focus

There are a lot of opinions about setting in rpgs and how much is the right amount or too much. Consequently, a lot has been written about it by a lot of people, me included. As readers of this blog likely know, I am pro-setting, in the sense that I personally like thinking of and writing about them, but one might also have intuited that I enjoy them as a player or GM. They are a major part of what gets me into a game, a fundamental part of supporting imagining the game world. I realize there are people who like their settings merely implied or at the least as light as possible, and that's their right, but to me that would reduce an rpg to the same sorts of pleasure I might get from a board or arcade game, and that would not have been enough to sustain my longterm interest.

As I have been working on the setting for my new campaign, I've talked with my players for the first time about how I feel about GM creation vs. player creation of setting material. It's not that it was a secret before, but it never game up in an explicit way. My personal observation is that while most players don't want to be given a lot of homework to play a game, they also don't tend to be told impromptu to imagine things for a world. A framework to inspire their character creation tends to be what most of my players are looking for, though how much they intend to flesh things out varies.

Encouraging this sort of engagement, though, means that the world is a bit out of focus until we get into the playing of it. I can have thought of a lot of things, but a lot of details I have in mind stay flexible on until the players get their hands on them. In the end, the worlds winds up being a collaborative process even if it mostly starts in my mind.

Here's an example. In creating Azurth, I clearly called out that despite a number of animal people in the setting, there were no cat people. Now, the fact that I noted that and didn't mention a whole list of other animal people that would never appeared in Azurth was meant to suggest "something's going on here." And it was. 

However, my friend Jim, in creating his bard Kully missed that. Jim did a very flavorful, brief character write-up, nailing the Ozian sort of vibe. The only problem was he mentioned Kully encountering a Cat Man at a pivotal moment.

I could have suggest a change to that detail and in some circumstances, I might have. Here though, because I had already intended something to be going on with that point, I used what Jim came up with. I told him that Kully had had that encounter, which was odd because there aren't supposed to be Cat-folk in Azurth, and so no one believes him. Jim was creating a little mystery in his characters backstory, which wound up tying into a minor mystery of the entire setting. Kully's backstory became setting material supporting a future reveal that at least one player was going to care out.

Not all instances of a player's view of the world and my own having a discrepency turn out so serendipitously, but I think it's worth looking for those opportunities and leaving things just a little fuzzy to facilitate those clarifications.

[Parsulan] Mayura

The tale as it's told in Mayura (a city, it should be said, that never chooses truth over a good story) is that an aged, latter-day Wizard-Kings, Mordrey, upon his death split his kingdom among his children. For reasons known only to himself, he bequeathed rulership of his capital to his most unassertive son. While Mordrey had seen fit to place powerful wards upon city so that no one of his blood could rule if they took the city by force, the timid Prince despaired that one or another of his grasping and ambitious siblings would find some indirect means kill him and take the prize. Fearing any day might be his last, he threw himself into pleasures to live life to the fullest. He began spending his inherited fortune on distractions. Entertainers and artists flocked to the city to partake of his largesse.

The prince died young and without an heir, though not at the hands of his siblings but as a result of his sybaritic pursuits. By then, he had inadvertently placed the city on the course it holds to this day, passing through the end of the Age of Magitech, the Demon War, and the darkness that followed, largely unchanged, if not unscathed. 

It is true that, despite popular depictions (often popularized by the troubadours and theater troupes of Mayura, itself), a city of its size and importance must have citizenry beyond artists and performers. Of course, there are craftsmen, merchants, beggars, and servants. But how many artisans are only supporting themselves until the quality of their verse is recognized and rewarded? How many moneylenders or soldiers are perhaps actors researching a role? 

Mayura is still a monarchy technically, though its ruler is not of the line of Mordrey. Instead, a grand, annual, nonlethal fighting tournament held at the Aristeion colosseum used to select who will serve as the ceremonial ruler for the next year and a day. Competitors are drawn from all over Parsulan, and the event is bolstered by matches and demonstrations by the professional gladiators in the arena's training schools. The Mayura citizenry feel that having such a formidable and dynamic public representative helps deter otherwise bellicose neighbors. They also appreciate the coin brought in by the spectators to the competition.

The work of running Mayura is done by an elected council of citizens interested in that sort of drudgery. The actual ruling in the sense of setting a course for the city's future is currently done by an unelected former dancer, the Lady Petalutha. The paramour of a former four-term King, Petalutha has parleyed her celebrity into a position of real power, and no one sense has been willing to brave public disapproval to make her give it up. By all accounts, however, she is a capable leader, bolstering Mayura military, leading to a quelling of the coastal pirates, and pushing for trade deals that have benefited her city. She is not well liked by the old nobility who control the lands around the city-state, however, who would prefer a more tractable head of state.

Faceless Howl

Faceless Howl is an adventure from Kabuki Kaiser for the rules lite, dark Sword & Sorcery system Many Sought Adventure, but is easily useable with any D&Dish system with a bit of work and a lot of other systems as well given it isn't a rules heavy adventure.  I received a review copy of the pdf. I don't do a lot of reviews here, but previous publications from Kaiser have received praise from quarters I trust so I wanted to check it out.

The adventure involves "malign entities of pure oblivion" known as the Faceless who are devourers of information and have been drawn to an ancient repository. Not only is this bad for said repository, but it's also bad for the townsfolk of the neighboring of Bec de Corbin ("Raven's Beak") who have their identities and knowledge eaten by the Faceless, turning them (eventually) into Howlers. Complicating matters (if they were already complicated enough) are the Ragshadows, who are subterranean evil, fairy-tale-ish goblin sort of creatures who opportunistically operate alongside the Faceless to steal physical physical valuables.

That's the set up. The adventure is broken into two parts not counting getting the PCs involved: the village and figuring out what's going on, then a crawl through the repository. There's a clock to ensure the situation escalates. The presentation is fairly terse with prose that is informal, generally evocative and occasionally staccato delivery.

It's style and the overall graphic design place it in the tradition of things like Mörk Borg and the sort of NSR/OSR stuff you find on itch. Like those sorts of publications, it values brevity but supplies you with random tables and other necessary tools, and atmosphere, but expects the GM to bring it to life. Beyond aesthetic, this isn't standard, D&D fantasy either, so people looking for that find not find it's weird, horror sort of approach to their taste. 

For me, though, Faceless Howl, is the sort of adventure I tend to look for when I don't have any other particular thing in mind. It isn't particularly combat heavy, and its atmosphere and bit of mystery is the sort of thing that intrigues my players. Its brevity would make it easier to reskin to make it fit whatever setting I'm running at the moment.

If that sort of stuff sounds appealing to you, you should check it out. It's available on drivethu.

[Parsulan] Scavengers and the Field of the Fallen Colossi

Art by Guy Wurley

The ramshackle boomtown called Salvage by its inhabitants and the Scrapyard by outsiders is built amid the fallen combatants of an ancient battle. The colossi are named for their color. Red Knight lies on its back, reaching for a sword that is out of reach. Blue Knight fell forward. Its weapon is long gone, but one hand is raised. The plains have made half-hearted attempts to reclaim the giants, and the knives of time have marked them, but they remain, tempting those interested in making a quick fortune or simply curious about their enigma. The colossi are unusual treasure troves, or above ground mines, made as they are from rare materials and magitechnologies unreproducible in the current age. 

All the prospectors, adventurers, scholars, and thieves looking to claim their own piece of the colossi, and the merchants, dealers, entertainers, and bandits looking to get rich off them, crowd into haphazard buildings constructed along and amid the fallen giants. It's a dangerous place. There is no law in Salvage and plenty of desperate characters. Guns are more common that elsewhere given the relative abundance of both artificers and the raw magitech materials.

The danger isn't just from the inhabitants. There are caustic fluids, poison gases, and other environmental hazards to be sure, but also the colossi are not as dead as they appear. They haven't moved in ages, but not all of their internal parts have been stilled like their limbs. Component constructs, perhaps something like immune system elements, sometimes react violently to scavengers crawling through a colossus's insides. Some grow independent and feral and prowl outside the bodies as if their look for prey or raw materials to affect repairs.

[Parsulan] The Weird Wood

The Weird Wood of southern Parsulan is an ancient forest infused with potent arcane energies. In halls of Magical Academy at Abraxad, surrounded and protected by the wood, it is labelled as Forbidden and students have been disciplined or even expelled for entering it other than by the proscribed paths. Treasure seekers and adventures from other places sometimes travel the forest, however, but many don't return.

What is known from the reports of those that enter it is that the forest is a place of unusual magical power. At the very least, it alters a visitor's perception of time and distance. The wood is also said to be the abode of strange spirits, beings inhabiting both biological and mechanical forms.

Faerie woodlands are hardly a rarity in Parsulan, but somehow, the Weird Wood has become infected or entwinned with technomagical devices in addition to its natural, elemental powers. Some point to its relative proximity to the Field of Fallen Colossi and suggest some stray, animate portion of the giant combatants may have made its way to the forest. Others argue that given the sheer number of constructs and amount armament debris found there, moss covered or half-buried, it must be the remnant of an assault by a substantial force. Perhaps in times past someone marched against Abraxad, and this is the result? If that is true, then Abraxad would surely have record of it in its extensive libraries, but those remain closed to outsiders.

Whatever their origins, it is these artifacts that draw the scavengers.

The commonly encountered fae of the forest are mostly harmless and appear as small, crude figures or vaguely animal or insect shapes of metal. They seem to mimic biological life in a rough but analogous way to the manner Meks resemble humans. 

The larger, more dangerous entities are harder to describe with certainty. Some appear as beasts with mechanical and biological parts. Others are shifting shapes of churning metal, churning storms of fury and blades.

[Parsulan] In The Red Wastes

In Southeast Parsulan, the Karkharoth badlands are an inhospitable, monster-haunted region of gullies and ravines between low, barren, red ridges, at times scarred by jagged rock formations like rows of fangs. In a broad canyon surrounding one of a rare oases is the fortress city-state of Kamazot.

The broken and desolate terrain isn't natural but instead due to the folly of man. In the Age of the Wizard Kings, attempts to push the then-fertile lands to even higher yields, coupled with sabotage from rival lands led to disruption of local fae elementals and a wounding of the land. The weakening of the polity made the region vulnerable to raids from the humanoid nations to the north serving to further depopulate the old kingdom.

The Demon War might have thoroughly returned the badlands to wilderness and ruin, but a warlord rose to organize disparate tribal groups and led them to re-occupy Kamazot. The armies unearthed ancient magitech weapons and restored them to the repaired fortress walls. The city they rebuilt developed into an autocracy organized along military lines, which persists to this day. Despite its regimented society, Kamazot has always been opened to outsiders who prove their worth. Even humanoids and those of monstrous ancestry are occasionally accepted into their society. 

It is rare for rulership succession in the city-state to be passed hereditarily. Instead, the clan generals elect an Imperator. The current ruler, Dornon Gundark, is unusual in that he was a clanless outsider who rose through the ranks due to his battle prowess and canny out-maneuvering of rivals at a time when Kamazot had been weakened by poor leadership.  He enjoys both popular support and the loyalty of most of the generals. Those less supportive are kept in line by his command of the Red Hawks, an elite force drawn mostly from those born outside the city and discriminated minorities such as humanoids and Darklings.

 Dornon directs his forces to seek out magitech weapons to add to the state's arsenal. He is very fond of cannons, the bigger the better. He pays handsomely for the recovery of weaponry from ancient ruins and dungeons.

His interests in technology extend beyond weaponry, however. Recently a railroad line was completed linking Kamazot with the Northern Parsulan industrial hubs. The line passes a perilous route through humanoid territory, however, and must employ adventurers and mercenaries both the trains and crews effecting repairs. Another line is planned between Kamazot and the port of Ervessos, but interests in the rival states of the Lightbearer Republic and Grancazarel oppose to close and alliance between those regional powers.

[Parsulan] The Lightbearer Republic

The youngest state of Southeastern Parsulan is at once ill-omened and favored with great promise. Morrgna, capital of the Republic, is famed for the strange lights that can frequently be seen in its night skies: the aurora-like ribbons and curtains of pale color, sometimes with faces or forms moving through them and the flickering will-o'wisps that pass through the streets or hang in place for a time before fading. Such lights are often seen in association with the irruption of shadow cysts and they do seem to foreshadow the difficulties the area has with demonic forces.

At the same time, the Republic seems to be on the rise. Less than two decades ago, it was a sparsely populated backwater, ravaged by the demonic Wild Hunt. The tide turned with the so-called Miracle of the Church of Saint Lampada, wherein Leonhart Urzen, now First Citizen of the Republic, led a band of refugees in repulsing an assault by a demonic host. The cost of victory was the death of Leonhart's adventuring companions and their retainers, a group now celebrated as the Fallen Heroes. Those Heroes are entombed with honor in a crypt beneath the great church, guarded by special Keeper-Priests, for reasons that are doctrinally obscure. They are venerated on All Heroes Day, and the night before their spirits and those of the city's other dead are propitiated with offerings and their forgiveness is sought through rituals led by the priests.

Leonhart guided the formation of the Republic by inviting in neighboring cities and towns, and organized a militia, both protect the land against demonic incursion and to collect magical artifacts that emerge from the shadow cysts and bring them to Morrgna's dungeon vaults for safe keeping. While citizens guard the cities and serve in officer roles, Mercenaries and adventurers compromise most of the forces sent into emergent shadow cysts and patrolling beyond the walls of the cities and towns. Those who die in service are considered to be added to the ranks of the Fallen Heroes laid to rest with the original group beneath the church. Though few would refuse such as an honor, agreement to this burial honor is said to be a stipulation of admittance into the militia's ranks.

Saints and Clerics

In the post-industrial fantasy, The Gutter Prayer, by Gareth Hanrahan, gods are essentially strange loops of magical energy, powered by worship and quite obviously a lot more trouble than they're worth. At least most of them don't eat the souls of living being like the gods in R. Scott Bakker's The Second Apocalypse series, but that's about the only thing one could say in their favor. 

One of the interesting things in Hanrahan's portrayal are the saints. These saints are much like "The Gifted" in my Weird Adventures setting and in other posts in that they are people effectively imbued with super-powers by a god. As such, they make good inspiration for an approach to clerics in fantasy rpgs.

Saints differ from your standard cleric of the D&D variety in a few ways. One, they don't seem to cast spells, just manifest divine powers. Two, they aren't necessarily people of high faith, but ones who just happen to be on the same psychic wavelength as the god, making it easier for the god to establish a connection and work through them. Third, the saints, then, aren't the evangelists and expanders of a faith, generally, but it's holy warriors.

I've long felt that having clerical magic-users that are separate and distinct from regular priests and priestly hierarchies worldbuilding-wise, and this remains a really good approach, I think, and I feel like Hanrahan provides a flavorful implementation of it, with an interesting take on the gods, in general.

Drifting Between Small Worlds

My vacant in Hawaii last week got me thinking about the subgenre of pulp adventure fiction that dealt with tales of freighter captains or sailors making having adventures in various ports of the South Pacific. The radio show Voyage of the Scarlet Queen is in this genre as are Howard's adventures of Sailor Steve Costigan. Aviators get into similar sort of adventures in the same locales as well, as seen in the 80s TV Tales of the Gold Monkey and the comic strip Terry & the Pirates.

I think the same basic setup of these stories could be transported to a science fiction setting. Imagine a group of relatively closely spaced, small worlds (to be "realistic" about it, they would likely have been placed there by an Arbitrarily Advanced Civilization). It could be a Dyson Swarm or its remnant like in Reynolds's Revenger series, or it could just something like the Vega System as presented in DC's Omega Men (which could be a kind of modular ringworld, I guess). Why small worlds? Well, I think it better reflects the island or city focus of the source material and makes it easier to place them relatively close together.

Whatever the setup, this system is on the hinterlands of "galactic civilization," a place where outlaws, adventurers, and malcontents would drift to from the more controlled, "safe" worlds. Within the source material, of course, this is the unexamined Western-centric view of South Pacific, but in a science fiction setting this could more genuinely be the case. Similarly, the elements of colonialism and exploitation of native peoples is probably something to avoid (unless one wanted to make that a central conflict of the setting), but like in Vance's Demon Prince series, a lot of unique or eccentric societies may have grown up there as generations of nonconformists fled the core. Perhaps among the ruins of an alien Precursor race, ideas about whom may be part of the eccentricity of some of the societies.

The vibe could be very retro pulp, but you could just as easily do it with inspiration from Cowboy Bebop or with an Alien/Outland aesthetic.