Listen to the Rain

Relistening to the H.P. Lovecraft Literary Podcast's episode on Dracula and the use of the word "draculosity" made me think of the degree of draculosity various Vampire: the Masquerade Clans have.

Like:

• Tzimisce: 6/10 Draculas. Lords of the night living in crumbling castles in the Transylvanian wilderness and calling wolves on their enemies is pretty strong. On the other hand, there's the whole Necroscope-based body-sculpting powers that warp the entire concept around them. Dracula never turned Renfield into a ten-foot-tall killing machine with bone spikes for hands.


• Ventrue: 8/10 Draculas. Yes, they don't live in crumbling castles but the whole plot of Dracula was Dracula moving to the modern world! In some kind of theoretical Dracula 2000 that isn't Dracula 2000, Dracula would have a penthouse apartment paid for in Turkish gold. Plus Ventrue can enthrall others and dominate their minds--Renfields galore!


• Gangrel: 3/10 Draculas. Dracula is much more sophisticated and urbane than the Gangrel are, but the Gangrel are the only Clan I can imagine crawling down the wall of a castle in the middle of the night (a power which actually doesn't exist in V:tM, what's up with that?). Like the Tzimisce, they can also sic wolves on you.


• Brujah: 1/10 Draculas. Other than being vampires, the Lost Boys don't have a lot in common with Dracula, and neither do the ancient Greek debate guys that the Brujah were later turned into.


• Followers of Set: 0/10 Draculas. Technically these guys are vampires but they've never felt like it, since they clearly stepped out of the pages of The Coming of Conan the Cimmerian with only the most tangential connection to even V:tM's mythic history--"how did Set become a vampire?" is one of those questions that V:tM fans have been asking for decades and never had good answer for it. The answer for that is "it's taken from the secret vampire history in Anne Rice's Queen of the Damned with vampires ruling proto-Egypt, don't think about it too hard" but we're already talking about two books and neither of them are Dracula.


• Salubri: -1/10 Draculas. Three eyed demon-hunting healers? Come on.

When I was younger, I was a big fan of Vampire: the Masquerade. I ran a game of it at Penn, for greyselke, jdcohen, spacialk, t3chnomag3, and a couple other people for a year, through the Week of Nightmares and the political chaos as the Ventrue Primogen attempted to overthrow the Prince of Philadelphia. I still have the huge list I made of all the vampires in Philadelphia and their relationships. I even went to a Vampire LARP at schoolpsychnerd's behest, though I never took to it.

I was young, and vampires were monsters. This was a horror game! You were transformed into a terrible creature of the night forced to stalk the living, to drink blood to survive, and ground down under the feet of the elders. What an amazing setting.

Well, that was twenty years ago. Now that I'm older, I can see that Vampire, and Werewolf, and Mage all have the appeal of the young. In Vampire, you play a fledgeling vampire, thrust into a society in which you are at the bottom and all the people older than you have already taken all the power and authority for themselves. You're going to have to fight them and take it yourself. In Werewolf, corporations are literally killing the planet because they're evil, like Captain Planet villains. And in Mage, if you can't accomplish something it's because you didn't believe hard enough. Anything is possible if you have the will and drive to accomplish it.

But no, the real horror game for me now is Changeling. Changeling, which I had no idea what to do with as a kid, which posited faeries hidden in human bodies, trying desperately to keep their dreams alive against the crushing mundanity of the world, knowing that they will inevitably fail and become Undone, the mortal body taking over as the faerie soul sleeps until its next incarnation.

I used to have multiple weekly or biweekly games I played in, even during COVID. Then they dwindled to no weekly games, then only one biweekly game, and now...nothing. No physical dice have been rolled in my house in years. I look at my bookshelves full of RPGs and see not promise and a surfeit of ideas but the falling grains of an hourglass as I'm forced to admit that many, perhaps most, of the games I've bought will never be played and some of them may never even be read. Some of them I've owned for close to a decade and haven't even opened. There is simply not enough time.

And that's the message of Changeling, and of life. There's not enough time to accomplish all that you want to do, or even a portion of what you want to do. I used to read 80 books a year and my to-read list still never got any shorter. There are more good video games coming out now than I would ever have time to play even if I were a shut-in NEET, much less as a family man. I lived in Japan for years and did not get to go to all the places I wanted to in the Chūgoku region, much less Japan, much less East Asia. I've been playing Hollow Knight for six months because I keep using the time I could be playing it to work on my Cataclysm mod. You have to pick and choose, and the doors you open mean that, by necessity, other doors close. Even by staying up to write this, I've closed the door on getting a full eight hours of sleep.

The horror of Changeling is not that you will die--though of course, you will--but that life will grind you down and narrow your vision and crush your dreams to the point that the you of twenty years ago would avert their eyes in disgust, or simply would not recognize you, if they had to see the you now.

Probably going to stay up a bit longer.

I went back to my old Dark Places/Avernum game idea, stripped out the Avernum part, and decided to make a more traditional fantasy setting using the Exalted-derived system that I started with Warlords of the Mushroom Kingdom and have been developing since then, that I called "E10" in its latest incarnation. It turns out there's not much market for a skill-based, dice-pool, adventurer fantasy game, so I've got to make it myself.

Anyway, I'm trying to decide between three ways of handling magic:

( Abra or Cadabra? )

Woke up to this:

"Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines 2 - Announcement Trailer (ESRB)" (Watch on YouTube)

Objectively there's not much there, just a moody voiceover and footage that's not taken from gameplay. What's more, the combat was the worst part by far of the original Bloodlines, so a video filled with chasing down people in a warehouse is a weird way of announcing this.

But I'm so hyped.

I mean, I'm a huge Vampire: the Masquerade fan, and I loved the original Bloodlines. I remember the Ocean House Hotel, and how it made a predator of the night feel like a child hiding from the monster under the bed. I remember picking a side in the factional battles among the vampires of Southern California. I remember that the entire plot is Prince LaCroix's attempt to dispose of a troublesome fledgling after being forced to spare the PC due to his weak grip on power, and having the PC not only survive every suicide mission but actually accomplish them with flying colors. I remember the thin-blooded vampires on Santa Monica beach, who barely understood what they were, standing around a single oildrum fire. I remember the extra elements of the World of Darkness thrown in, like the Shih demon hunter apprentice tracking down a Rokea wereshark with the PC's help.

I remember Caine, progenitor of the Kindred, working as a cab driver in LA.

None of that is the action or the combat powers. They've got Brian Mitsoda, a designer on the original Bloodlines, so they know how important the writing was and how it led to devoted fans spending a decade and a half patching Bloodlines to fix up the problems caused by it being released too early. Though maybe that's the reason other than it being easier to make that they made an action trailer--it shows the improvement in the part of the game that most need improvement. And hopefully they won't have the development or technical trouble the original Bloodlines had.

I don't usually get into following game dev, not since I stopped playing World of Warcraft and following the patches and expansions, but I suspect I'll be checking in on this.

I haven't really been paying attention to Vampire: the Masquerade 5th Edition. Originally it was because I was pretty happy with the game and the rules as they were in the 20th anniversary edition of Vampire: Dark Ages, and then I didn't like a lot of the changes they were making to the setting. Using a phenomenon called the Beckoning to pull an unspecified number of the elder vampires away from the day-to-day setting politics to some kind of apocalyptic war in the Middle East, there's a Second Inquisition that's going around and killing vampires all over the place to the point of setting up body heat scanners in places like Heathrow Airport, and the Followers of Set changed their name to "The Ministry" for some reason. The rules were different, I already had the old game, the new one wasn't to my taste.

Well, today it seems that I've been retroactively vindicated.



The V5 Guide to the Camarilla came out on Thursday and people have been reading through it, and there's a section about how Chechnya is now a secret vampire dictatorship, real-world Chechnyan leader Ramzan Kadyrov is secretly a vampire, and the real-world anti-gay pogrom taking place in Chechnya (content warning) is secretly a vampire plot to get more blood. It's still happening, but the vampires don't mean it. They're not doing it based on homophobia. They just want an international controversy to rile people up so that people don't recognize that vampires are running everything. I'm sure I don't need to explain why this terrible.

Old White Wolf occasionally did something this offensive and stupid, but usually in its early days. One of the earliest Vampire supplements, Berlin by Night, had a section about how the Shoah was a vampire plot (and also had Heinrich Himmler as a vampire), and later they published a book called World of Darkness: G****** that literally had a character attribute called "Blood Purity" in it. But over time, they learned. They fixed their mistakes, moving away from the early stereotypical portrayals of non-Western cultures and hiring people who had some personal knowledge of the subject they were writing about. By the 20th Anniversary editions, almost all of those terrible decisions made in the name of edginess were gone. And then CCP sold the rights to the White Wolf IPs to Paradox, Paradox hired a bunch of Nordic LARPers to create a new White Wolf studio and, well, here we are. They wanted to be edgy again, to have the same kind of 90s counterculture appeal that early White Wolf had, and then went about it in the absolute most ham-fisted, idiotic way possible.

There's a public Facebook post with an apology from White Wolf that says they're taking steps "up to and including a change in leadership." I'm sure it'll help, but at this point even the minuscule chance I'd eventually become interested in V5 is gone. And of course the comments on that post are full of people whining about snowflakes and SJWs ruining White Wolf, which is hilarious for anyone who knows anything about 90s White Wolf. I remember huge threads of people complaining that White Wolf used female pronouns in their books instead of defaulting everything to male ones. And now this.

How the mighty have fallen.

I've been rereading all the Vampire: the Masquerade books lately and it's getting me thinking about running a game (of course). And that leads to tinkering--even if the odds of me running it are very low, I like homebrewing mechanics.

One of the things that's bothered me about Vampire for a while is that the seven Camarilla Clans have four Clans without a unique Discipline, whereas both Sabbat Clans and all the independent Clans have unique Disciplines. This is a legacy of first edition, when only the Camarilla was playable and the other Clans were mysterious enemies in the night with bizarre and frightening powers, but there's no reason for that to continue. As such, I looked at Vampire: the Requiem's big list of Disciplines and I have some ideas for how to change things up a bit:

• Brujah: Celerity, Praestantia, Presence. Praestantia enhances combat skills, strengthening Brujah's role as rabble-rousing brawlers, and its hint of prescience helps tie into the time-manipulation powers that the True Brujah have. Hey, I like the Trujah.
  
• Nosferatu: Animalism, Nightmare, Obfuscate. This one was easy.
  
• Toreador: Auspex, Celerity, Xinyao. Xinyao is about manipulating emotions, and that leaves a place for the Toreador as the vampires who are passionate, or at least as passionate as the undead can get. I'd probably rename it Synaesthima (pseudoGreek for "feeling").
  
• Ventrue: Constance, Dominate, Presence. Constance is about supernatural willpower and mental fortitude, which ties into the Ventrue's space as the unflinching rulers of the Damned. I'd probably rename it Pertinax (Latin for "steadfast."

So that's done. Yay!

In doing that, though, I realized that I took away Potence from two of the Clans that had it, and that made me realize I could solve another problem. Ghouls get Potence automatically, and I've seen a lot of debates about whether vampires whose backstory had them as ghouls should mean they automatically get Potence as a Clan Discipline, or could start with Potence. Well, if ghouls get Potence, Potence is inherent in vitae, right? So why not make it universal among vampires and replace one Discipline for everyone else who has it?

That led to this:

• Blood Brothers: Celerity, Fortitude, Sanguinis. No one is ever going to play one of these anyway.
  
• Gargoyles: Fortitude, Obfuscate, Visceratika. More likely to be played than Blood Brothers, but not by much. Obfuscate helps explain why giant stony winged monsters can exist and not have everyone panic.
  
• Giovanni: Dominate, Fortitude, Necromancy. That gives them two Disciplines in common with the Cappadocians, their original parent.
  
• Lasomba: Auspex, Dominate, Obtenebration. I know the Tzimisce already have Auspex, but I think Auspex fits the Lasombra too. They can see in the dark and into your mind, which fits them being incredibly manipulative along with Dominate.
  
• True Brujah: Obfuscate, Presence, Temporis. As with gargoyles, Obfuscate ties into how they're super secret and unknown, as well as being dispassionate observers and scholars. And giving them two Disciplines in common with the Setites helps confuse their origins a bit, which I like.
  
• Warrior Setites: The entry already says "A mortal Embraced by a warrior Setite becomes a 'normal' member of the line (that is, learning Obfuscate as a Clan Discipline) unless trained as a warrior from childe-hood" so no changes here are needed. They just focus more on Potence.

There are some Laibon legacies with Potence as well, but most of those are kind of a missed opportunity anyway since they're just obviously "[Clan], but in Africa!"

Huh. I actually really like this. I know some people don't like the proliferation of unique powers since it pushes V:tM toward superheroes with fangs, but we all know that's really what we want from it anyway. And none of these powers are Kineticism, so I'm already one up on White Wolf.

nWoD does not have multiple actions, and normally that's okay for the kind of horror game that it's trying to achieve. I've heard new World of Darkness described as not having a combat system, but rather having a "murder simulator" before. That's fine in games of playing predators of the night or packs of werewolves hunting spirits in the wilds, but using the system for fantasy gaming like what I do with it means that it breaks down a little bit.

As an example, look at the last session of the Flight of the Phoenix chronicle that schoolpsychnerd ran. One-action-no-exceptions means that the kind of boss fight she tried to run is basically impossible, since the party outnumbers the boss. Add in that each additional attack after the first in a round reduce the target's Defense, and RPG staple one boss versus many PCs fights have an extremely narrow sweet spot in nWoD. Either the party wipes the floor with the boss, as we did in the Flight of the Phoenix game, or the boss is too strong and wipes out the party. I want to fix that, with a side order of letting the PCs fight hordes of weak enemies without themselves getting wiped out due to the numbers advantage.

So! Multiple actions. I'm probably in the minority who liked cWoD/Exalted 1e's splitting dice pools, which are summarized in post four here, but I think it would actually work here as long as there's no way to increase dice pools too high. If the average starting adventurer has 7 dice in their main pool, then they can probably default to two actions at -2 and -3 respectively. Two attacks, or attacking and maintaining control of a runaway carriage, or swinging on a chandelier while throwing the treasure to a compatriot. I'm not actually sure nWoD has rules for doing two things at the same time like this and there are also other ways to handle the problem (penalty to Firearms roll while also controlling the carriage, for example), but I can deal with that after seeing if this system works at all.

Speed powers like Celerity would not grant extra actions here, they would let the character mitigate some of the penalties of multiple actions. Maybe some kind of bizarre spirit or horrifying cthonic monstrosity is fast and gains extra actions, but not human-scale opponents.

One benefit of nWoD here is that since armor is purely ablative, then doing a lot of small attacks against a hard target might be pointless since none of them will have enough successes to do damage. Or it might be the strategy, as some party members wear down an opponent's Defense with a few attacks while other party members get into place for a single powerful blow. I actually like that possibility.

Problems I can see now: splitting dice pools this way is intuitive for me but might not be for my players, Defense is devalued because the number of incoming attacks increases (though I already house-ruled this, so I need to see how they interact), and high enough dice pools make the penalties trivial. Whether these will come up in play and break the game, I guess I'll have to find out. As Dungeon Fantastic says, actual play is the real crucible.

Realizing that air spirits are not the most reliable or consistent servants, the crew delegated the grounding of the Ruinous Finders' ship to Petrichor, who manipulated the winds like a conductor with their orchestra. As the storm raged around their prey's ship and the crew sat and waited, Autumn Oak asked Aurora to leave the ship and check on the Ruinous Finders, and when the spirit returned it told him that more than half of the Ruinous Finders were asleep. The crew figured that was as good as they need, and they landed the ship, disguised themselves with false beards and scar makeup and ripped clothes--or, in Autumn Oak's case, stripping down to a loincloth and trusting in his chameleon fur--and set up code names. Petrichor is "Lightning," Autumn Oak is "Storm," Mara is "Dr. Ugly," and Bartleby is "Talkers."

The crew approached the grounded ship under the cover of rain, and when it was in sight, they noticed a lookout on the deck, peering out into the rain. Autumn Oak concentrated a moment and made the deck ripple, throwing the lookout off his feet, and then Petrichor leaped into the air, clearing the ship's railing with a mighty beat of his wings, and knocked the lookout out with a single blow as the rest of the crew scrabbled aboard. Knowing that he wouldn't be of much use in close-quarters combat, Bartleby stays on deck as the others find a door and descend into the hold.

Below decks, Autumn Oak looked into Twilight to get a hint of what sort of totem spirit the Ruinous Finders followed and was surprised when he saw a warrior clad in shining armor and bearing an enormous sword--a Chooser of the Slain. Before Autumn Oak could say anything or react, the spirit walked through a wall and vanished, and Autumn Oak led the group to where it had gone, where they found the captain's cabin. The door was locked, but Autumn Oak put a hand over the lock and bent the wooden door away from it until the lock cracked, and then they entered. The captain was slumped over his desk with a half-eaten biscuit in his hands, which Petrichor nearly grabbed and stuffed into his mouth before Mara stopped him.

On the desk was a metal lockbox. Autumn Oak couldn't affect it with his magic, but Petrichor pulled out his lockpicks and got to work...to no available. After a few minutes of tinkering with it, Petrichor just grabbed the box while Mara mixed up a simple remedy for a hangover and left it behind on the desk, then they made their way out of the ship. They weren't quite as quite on the way out as on the way in, though, and a Ruinous Finder stumbled out of a room as they traversed the corridor! Petrichor again felled him with a single punch, hitting him in the face and lowering him slowly to the floor. They reached the top deck without incident, interrupting Bartleby's practicing with his crossbow.

Bartleby pointed out that they weren't sure if the lockbox actually had the scroll, and Mara sneaked off back belowdecks to check the captain for a key, which they find and bring back up. The lockbox contained a scrollcase and a golden locket with a picture in it. Bartleby made to put the locket in his pocket, but under the withering stares of both Mara and Petrichor, he finally took out the picture and put it back in the lockbox while saying the words that define his character

"Love is priceless and therefore has no value to me."

Autumn Oak took the lockbox and snuck back into the captain's cabin to return it. While there, he searched the captain's pockets for money, but finding only a few loose coins--and seeing the rejected application to the Explorer's Guild on the wall--he elected to leave them there and made his way back to the crew, who clambered back over the side and returned to Aurora.

On Aurora, they opened the case to find...half a scroll, written in Classical Patrian, which none of the crew can read. Autumn Oak turned his gaze to Twilight and saw the Chooser of the Slain standing there near the scroll. Autumn Oak asked it why it was here, and it replied that it was here for him. That it could smell blood and it knew Autumn Oak was a warrior. Autumn Oak replied that it was a long time ago, but the spirit claimed that he would always be a warrior and could never forget. At that, Autumn Oak laughed and mocked the spirit, since its very nature meant it only knew battle and could never understand the joy of a child's laughter or the scent of flowers after the rain, and then closed his eyes and reopened them to the physical world.

The crew was a little spooked by Autumn Oak talking to thin air again, but they quickly returned to busy. Bartleby is worried that they only have half the scroll, but Autumn Oak pointed out that they weren't told anything about a scroll being cut in half and that they've done exactly as asked. Petrichor also mentioned that they hadn't be identified and there was no way to trace the theft back to anyone, and Bartleby eventually agreed, so they let the storm dissipate and took off.

The ride back to Cevedes was extremely bumpy, with random temperate fluctuations thoughout the ship. Autumn Oak spent a lot of time in the engine room trying to keep Aurora calm, since it was very worried about the scroll on the ship. Bartleby kept checking on the scroll and trying to use his extensive linguistic knowledge to decode Classical Patrian from first principles, until one day he vanished into his office with the scroll, there was silence, and two hours later he marched down to the engine room and started complaining to Aurora about the temperate but received only singed pants for his efforts. With no other reply, and smelling the delicious scent of cooked oatmeal, he made his way to the galley.

As the crew ate together, Bartleby mused about opening a restaurant, reasoning that they wouldn't have to risk their lives and they could make use of Petrichor's contacts. After that brief interlude, Bartleby brought up the choice of Maximilian and Dario again, but Autumn Oak pointed out that they had already gone over the arguments for each of them and decided that giving the scroll to Dario was less risky, and the rest of the crew agreed. Autumn Oak sent off a raven with a message to Luquasz to meet them at the docks, and the crew settled in for the rest of the voyage.

When they arrived in Cevedes, Petrichor took the gold necklace and went off to buy ingredients, returning just as Luquasz arrived and they settle down to discuss payment. Bartleby pointed out that they returned the scroll days ahead of schedule with no deaths or anything that could be traced back to either the crew or their employer and tried to angle for more money, and Luquasz accepted the argument and handed over a premium. Then he told the crew about another job with an even bigger payout if they were willing to take it.

A Noble stole two artifacts, a cup and a spearhead, from someone and secreted them in his castle on an island named Ahnaméd near Sheol on the lower reach. The Noble is almost certainly dead, but his castle is a trap-filled maze and has remained sealed since the Dawn War. Furthermore, Ahnaméd is near the blockaded section of Sheol, sealed off ten years ago due to a plague of nightcrackers. Mara asked if there was any plague reported near the castle, and Luquasz said there was not. Autumn Oak asked how old his info was--five years--and Petrichor asked if there was a good noodle restaurant in the Capital. Before he received an answer, Bartleby said the crew wanted to discuss, and they adjourned.

Bartleby wanted to hire specialists in finding traps. Petrichor said he's trained in disarming traps, but agreed that they might need more people. Autumn Oak suggested finding people who had explorded Merkavah and survived, and Mara mentioned that she knows an archeology professor who specialized in high-risk digs and might be able to find some contacts.

The group returned to Luquasz and Bartleby asked for more money, managing to secure it after only a bit of haggling. After that, they broke to prepare for the mission. Autumn Oak wrote an old comrade who served under him in the Dawn War, asking him if he knew of anyone from the forest clans who'd be good in an extremely dangerous situation. Mara writes the professor and secures a meeting, going to a bar where archeology students hang out. She quickly found some students who were getting roaring drunk on Hippian fermented mare's milk and talked to a fourth-year guya archeology student named Máli who bragged about surviving a Merkavan expedition, managing to sign her on to explore a Noble castle after discreting taking an alchemical preparation against alcohol and drinking most of the other students under the table. Having proven she can match the students, Mara set up a meeting time between Máli and Bartleby.

Meanwhile, Bartleby contacted the Yeoman Bastards, an old smuggling group he knows, and asked them for helping running the blockade. He headed off to a meeting and saw his contact running a con on some slumming rich people and quickly dove in, providing the obviously awful deal so that his contact's deal would seem better. After the proper amount of money had been fleeced from the marks, Bartleby met with Pekos and described the job in Sheol to him. Pekos said that there was a ship he knew could be bribed near Ahnaméd, but Bartleby asked how the Sheaim navy would recognize Aurora and let them in. Pekos thought a moment, then countered that he could disguise Aurora as a Sheaim ship, which Bartleby agreed to. They shook hands and Bartleby went off to arrange for materials.

Petrichor spent the time studying noodle cooking.

The crew met back up on the Aurora. Mara went to the Bartleby's office and, after warning him that the archeology students are good but they're at least half bark, asked him for money for medical supplies, making an impassioned argument about the dangers they would be facing and all the horrible ways to die. Much to her surprise, Bartleby gave in and disbursed some money to her for supplies. As she left the room, Autumn Oak was waiting in the hallway, and he handed her a larger sack of money from his own salary and told her to put it to good use.

Autumn Oak managed to negotiate a cut rate on replacing the front panels and the rudder, and then Máli came aboard, as well as an alfar who introduced himself to Autumn Oak as Twisted Cedar.

Thus assembled, the crew and their hired henchmen set off explore an abandoned stronghold of the Nobility.

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As before, names were mostly left to me. "Ahnaméd" comes from it being an Unnamed Island, Máli is a fantasy spelling of schoolpsychnerd's original "Molly," and Pekos comes from invoking Wild Pecos Bill as the archetypal Yeoman Bastard. When you have a mostly improvisational GM style like I do, you get good at coming up with names. You need to be fast or your players will name NPCs for you, and then you're stuck with it.

Still no idea who Dario is or who we're really working for, but we get to explore a Noble's castle! Bartleby's player referenced Autumn Oak's past until we remembered that Autumn Oak hadn't told anyone about his role in the war, which is when I pointed out that his Vice is "Deceitful" and that actually Autumn Oak keeps stuff from the crew all the time. Not just about his past, but in nearly any dealings with spirits Autumn Oak plays up the mystery and only gives the others an edited description of their actual conversation. Maybe he's going by the logic that the best way to stay employed is when your boss knows your job is absolutely vital but isn't sure what you actually do.

Next session is the "season finale," since this is a limited-run summer game. schoolpsychnerd has said she'll leave it open so we can pick it up in the future if we want. Assuming we don't all die, since we're exploring a Noble's castle. Or if we don't retire, with Mara going into practice, Bartleby and Petrichor opening up a noodle restaurant, and Autumn Oak hiring a new crew for Aurora and heading down to the lower reach to fight off Noble pirates harassing the water trade. Though even then, there's room to get the band back together...

Stay tuned for the exciting (I hope) finale of Flight of the Phoenix!

As the roar faded from the air, Autumn Oak stared into the jungle as the others all returned to Aurora. Petrichor grabbed his air rifle, making sure the cartridge was full and the rifle was loaded. Mara rummaged through her medical supplies and grabbed a few soporific tinctures she had, and Bartleby grabbed a crossbow that he had occasionally waved around during business deals that had gone sour. Even though it was more for show and had only been actually fired a few times, he figured it was better than nothing. When they gathered together, they spent a few moments wondering why it was that a terror wyrm was on the island, since at only ten miles wide it simply wasn't large enough to support one. Then, Petrichor concentrated and summoned up a mist to hide their passage through the jungle as Autumn Oak bent the plants around them to speed their passage and they walked into the thick jungle.

While Petrichor looked at the brightly-colored frogs croaking in the trees, Mara tried to balance remaining stealthy with examining the plants for anything that seemed to have medicinal or scientific value, and Autumn Oak concentrated on his thaumaturgy so as to blunt the worst excesses of Bartleby's inelegant attempts at stealth. After a few minutes, they came to a small clearing made by a fallen tree, in which several smallish lizards with brightly colored feathers were bent over and eating something that had been ravaged enough that it was unidentifiable.

Autumn Oak waved at them to hide, but the claw runners were intent on their meal and didn't seem to notice the group. After Bartleby remembered that the brilliantly-colored feathers are worth quite a bit among the Summer Empire's fashionable set, he asked Petrichor to shoot one, and he did so, killing it in two shots and making the others scatter. Before Autumn Oak could say anything, Bartleby walked out into the open and picked up the claw runner, admiring the feathers and getting some blood smeared on him. Then the island started to shake slightly.

Bartleby handed off the corpse to Mara, who quickly and expertly plucked the feathers as Autumn Oak hissed about the smell of blood in the air and how they needed to hide now. Petrichor condensed a bit of water out of the air for Bartleby and Mara to wash themselves off, and they hurled the claw runner's body to the far end of the clearing and hid among the trees just as a foot crashed down on it and the terror wyrm emerged from the jungle.

It completely ignored both the shreds of flesh that the claw runners had been feasting on and the claw runner's body itself, and as it swung its head back and forth, Autumn Oak was acutely aware of the smell of blood that still hung heavily in the air. It slowly lowered its head, looking at the spot where the group was hidden, and Autumn Oak looked across the clearing at the other side and, reaching out with his magic, made the trees rustle. The terror wyrm spun around and started moving, and he rustled the trees a bit further off in the jungle, continuing the pattern as the monster crashed through the trees until it was lost from view in the mist.

Bartleby immediately wondered how much the terror wyrm's body would be worth, but the others pointed out how infeasible it would be to transport it back to Aurora and also that they don't have nearly enough preservatives on board the ship--since the Sea of Shadows is freshwater, the salt trade is both highly lucrative and cutthroat enough to make the mafia lose their appetite--to keep the body from rotting, and no one wants to travel ten days with a multi-ton rotting corpse in the hold. So they kept walking through the jungle.

The group had almost made it to the ruined temple when they heard the crashing of trees behind them and felt the ground shaking. Autumn Oak told them to run and sprinted for the temple, making it to the door and turning to find that Bartleby had tripped over a root and Mara had hauled him to his feet and was half-carrying him toward the door. As Petrichor kept the terror wyrm busy, letting it lunge toward him and leaping out of the way at the last moment, Autumn Oak bent the trees down and picked up Mara and Bartleby, moving them toward the door of the temple. Seeing this, Petrichor leapt upward, using his wings to get over the terror wyrm and running for the door himself, and the entire group piled into the temple with the terror wyrm snapping futilely at the entrance. A close-range shot from Petrichor's air rifle convinced it that it should seek elsewhere for prey and it turns and vanishes into the mist as Petrichor says:

Terror wyrm charges
Its mouth a sea of sabres
The warrior leaps.

[Here's an annotated map of the temple made by Bartleby's player:]
( Click for map )
The immediate danger taken care of, the group changed its focus to the temple. Autumn Oak enhanced his senses with magic and smelled rotting linens from the lefthand passage. Mara brushed some of the moss off the temple walls and recognized the carved lizard figures as Mazatl, a pre-First Empire civilization that was apparently composed of lizardmen, and as she started to make rubbings of the walls she pointed out that the temple location would probably be valuable for scholars trying to learn more about the past.

After the rubbings were taken, they entered the room with the linen smell. It was mostly empty except for a table, or possible altar, or sarcophagus, in the center. As Bartleby enters the room, looking for the egg or for any other valuables, Autumn Oak gazed into Twilight, but the room was empty of any spirits. Bartleby leaned on the object in the center of the room and jumped as the top shifted, and he immediately asked Petrichor to come help him move it, completely ignoring Autumn Oak's pointed warning not to disturb the dead. After they shifted the stone lid, they saw a mummified corpse inside, and Bartleby immediately wondered about the monetary value of the body, but Petrichor and Autumn Oak said that was terrible idea because it risks offending the creature's hungry ghost.

Just after Autumn Oak said this, his fur immediately began to stand on end. Looking around the room, he switched to the Dragon's Tongue, the language of spirits, and apologized for disturbing the grave, claiming that they were travelers seeking shelter from the jungle, meant no disrespect, and would be willing to offer sacrifices to make up for the transgression. The response was a wave of force that shoved him against the wall, causing Mara to run over toward him to see what was wrong. As she got close, her amulet began to glow, and she spun around and held it up as Bartleby and Petrichor moved to join the others and the feel of the air in the room got heavier and heavier until a spirit coalesced out of the air.

It was tall, with an odd feathered headdress atop it's iguana-like head. Reddish eyes burned as it gazed at those who had come to invade its tomb, and no breath disturbed the hole in its chest as it lunged toward Mara and the amulet, but it stopped as hitting a wall. Petrichor dropped into a combat crouch and made to lunge out at the hungry ghost, but Mara told him to stop and to get down on his knees in a respectful posture, pointing at the wall carvings that showed figures kneeling in supplication to Mazatl lords. Autumn Oak looked at the carvings and then asked Mara for a knife. When she passed it over, he slashed his palm, held his hand out, and let the blood run onto the floor. The hungry ghost stared for a moment, before crouching over the blood and drinking it, then crawled back into the sarcophagus and vanished. Bartleby immediately instituted a new policy not to open any more sarcophagi, to which Mara said nothing and Autumn Oak said he'd be sure to remember that.

The room across the corridor was filled with mushrooms, and Autumn Oak concentrated a moment and then pointed out several interesting specimens for Mara, including one that helps with joint pain, a potent toxin, and one that induces visions. Seeing nothing else in the room, the group walked back out into the corridor and turned right, going into the room straight from the entrance. In the light of their torches, they could see a glint in the far corner past the altar covered in dark stains in the room's center, but as Bartleby immediately started to walk toward it Autumn Oak grabbed for his arm. He merely brushed his sleeve, but Bartleby felt it and turned, and Autumn Oak warned him that it was probably grave goods and they should leave it alone to avoid more trouble from hungry ghosts.

Mara touched her amulet and walked into the room, and as she got a closer look she saw it was a knife, made of some silvery metal and still pristine and untarnished even in the slightly damp atmosphere of the tomb. Remembering her university training, she started to examine the murals on the walls, noticing the repeating importance of eggs in the iconography. She mentions it aloud, but Bartleby said it obviously wasn't important, walked into the room, and collapses as soon as he reached the altar.

Mara ran toward him and found that he was breathing, but she barely had time to examine him before he coughed and immediately started feeling his pockets. Petrichor dryly said that no one had time to take his money, but Bartleby snapped that he wasn't looking for money and then pulls an oversided coin out of one pocket, ancient and corroded without any design but a crude fade on one side. As the group looked at the coin, Bartleby said that the room was used for sacrifices and that they shouldn't touch anything and that he had a vision and thought he had the egg. The group briefly discussed visions, looking to Autumn Oak, but he said that it wasn't his area of expertise and that maybe they should consult and expert when they return to civilization. Petrichor said he was told to report all visions by his superiors and Mara remembered her grandmother telling her old tales about visions. Bartleby said that in the vision, he took the egg, but he felt like it was the right thing to do.

The group left the knife behind and continued down the corridor, entering another room, this one with beautiful murals that were perfectly preserved. The murals showed Mazatl in ceremony, with more prominent egg imagery and several focal points. One showed a winged baby Mazalt emerging from an egg, another showed the world appearing out of an egg, a third showed a cracked egg with a shadowy figure emerging from the crack. As Mara started to take rubbings of the walls, Autumn Oak examined the eggs, holding his hand near them to check for air flow. Near a carving of an egg being cut out of the chest of a Mazatl, he felt a faint stirring of the air, and he pressed down on the egg and the wall began moving inward and then to the side, though it didn't get far until it jammed. Fortunately, everyone together pushed it far enough that even Petrichor's wings could fit through, and they entered.

The next room was circular, with concentric rings on the floor leading to a pillar in the center with a beautiful crystalline egg on it. Autumn Oak gazed into Twilight and saw two Mazatl spirits, but both of them were looking directly at Bartleby. As they noticed his gaze and turned toward him, he shook his head and returned his gaze to the physical world, where Bartleby was wondering if they should actually take the egg, since they didn't know who their employer was and they might be aiding the Nobility. After they decided that, having come this far, they should see it through, Petrichor levitated the egg off the pedestal and grabbed it. Almost as soon as the egg moved, the ground started to shake and parts of the room began to collapse, and the group dashed past the half-open door and down the hallway, dodging falling rocks and diving out as a part of the ceiling collapsed, blocking the entrance to the temple. Though not collapsing it completely Mara noted, as she filed its location away as news for her professors.

Determining that they had gotten everything they needed and having no desire for a rematch with the terror wyrm, the group made their way through the jungle back to Aurora, where they captured a few exotic birds who were roosting in the rigging and immediately set sail back for Patria. On the ten-day trip, Autumn Oak had repeated dreams of being some kind of Mazatl priest. He could feel the fangs in his mouth elongating as he raised a bowl brimming with blood toward the sun and then drank it down before the exulting crowd. Then, the dream shifted, and he saw dirt-streaked claws and raised his eye toward an angry red sky and flaming rocks falling from the sky and crushing the temple cities until one of those rocks fell on him and the dream ended.

During the trip, Mara categorized the mushrooms, Petrichor fed the birds they had found, Bartleby arranged to preserve the claw runner feathers, and Autumn Oak communed with Aurora. The journey mostly passed in solitude with the crew only meeting for meals, but at one point Bartleby came to Autumn Oak and asked him how Aurora was. Autumn Oak said that she was agitated, maybe because the egg was on board, and in response Bartleby asked if turning over the egg is the right idea. Remembering the sunlight in his vision, Autumn Oak said that the egg itself probably isn't associated with the Nobility, but they might be able to use the egg as leverage to find out who their employer actually was. Bartleby agreed, and they lapsed back into their silence and made the rest of the journey to Patria.

When they arrived, the representative was waiting at the docks, having received the bird sent by Autumn Oak, and the group invited him on board and the negotiations began. Despite repeated questioning, he apparently didn't know anything about his employer's goals, saying only that he was given his orders from a man named Dario. As the egg was handed over, Bartleby mentioned that there were other artifacts around the temple that might be worth something, that the group could bring back if they had enough incentive. The man said he'd ask, then left, and the group wondered if maybe this "Dario" was worth tracking down to find out who they were really turning this egg over to.

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A good old-fashioned dungeon crawl! schoolpsychnerd had been thinking about this for a bit, but really settled on it when I told her about the existence of the One Page Dungeon Contest that she could plunder for inspiration. She eventually settled on Ramsey Hong's Crimson Maelstrom as a template, and you can probably see the outline of the Mazatl temple/tomb building in the map and session outline above. I'm glad we didn't run into any invisible carnivorous death fungus, though. Or the murder of crows.

A plot is taking shape! Who is this Dario and who does he work for? I mean, schoolpsychnerd bounced the initial ideas off me, but I don't know what she's planning--the direction she took the Mazatl isn't something I came up with, since I didn't write much about them. I'm looking forward to see where this goes.

Oh, also, the game has an Obsidian Portal site, if you're curious!

That game I wrote about had its first session today, so here's where I write about it!

We began in media res, with a bunch of pirates swinging from lines onto our ship after hurriedly leaving from our previous location with a load of dye destined for Lanun. As Petrichor, Autumn Oak and Mara fought off the invaders, Bartelby ran down to the cargo room to secure the dye, then to his office in the ship, came back up on deck, and--waving official papers in their faces--loudly proclaimed that we were official traders from Lanun, and we were fully paid up on our licenses, and why were these pirates attacking us...and it worked? Since no one had died and there were only a couple wounds on each side, we all laid down arms and settled to parley. The pirates mentioned a cargo they had taken on and offered to trade it to us in exchange for some medicinal talismans from Mara, since they had all been feeling under the weather for a while. As the cargo--a white-haired teenage girl--was brought up on deck and handed over, Bartelby asked Autumn Oak to check out their ship, so Autumn Oak looked into Twilight and saw that their ship's totem was a wolf spirit. Far from being a strong predator, though, the wolf was weak and sickly, just like the ship's crew...

With the pirates sent off with references that might get them mercenary work in Lanun, the Aurora's crew settled into the mess. Mara spoke to the girl, and it turned out that her name was Pav, and that she had been taken away from her parents while they stopped in a market somewhere in the lower reach of the floating islands. We managed to get out of her that she was from the Capital in Patria, and Bartelby recognized the names of her aunt and uncle--Wren and Ash--as being similar to the naming style of House Aundae, one of the dhampir families. House Aundae was also a business consortium that made a tidy sum dealing with rogue spirits, and with that sum came the opportunity for wealth for us. We agreed to take her back to her family and changed course to Patria.

Autumn Oak summoned up ravens to dispatch messages to a contact Bartelby had in Patria to drop off the dye and a message to House Aundae that we had found one of their members who had been kidnapped and were coming to the Capital to return her. After the messages were sent, while Petrichor read the winds, Autumn Oak went down to consult with Aurora about the state of the ship. Aurora was a bit uneasy about the new passenger, and referred to the starving wolf spirit of the other ship, but Autumn Oak couldn't get a straight answer out of it. Eventually, everyone went to sleep, but in the middle of the night Bartelby woke up to a knock on his door, opens it, and found Pav standing there. After asking why she's there, he led her down to Mara's room and put her back to sleep, and then stumbled back to bed himself, feeling far more tired than even waking up in the middle of the night would have led to.

In the morning, after breakfast, Petrichor moved a storm out of the way to shave some time off the Aurora's trip to Patria. Pav asked him about what he's doing, and after the ritual was completed, she gave him a quick hug and then head off elsewhere on the deck. Petrichor sat down, feeling more tired than he should have from just manipulating the weather, and while Autumn Oak and Petrichor discussed the weather patterns and how close they can safely get to increase their speed, Mara went to Bartelby and asked for him to restock her medical supplies, since fieldwork and research is part of the reason she signed on with the crew. However, Bartelby was as tightfisted as ever, and eventually Mara stormed out onto the deck, muttering imprecations about Bartelby's purse. Soon Bartelby came up on deck, and with the whole crew there, the questioning started again. Pav eventually admitted that she didn't really want to go back to House Aundae, because she didn't feel like she was "special," and she didn't have any powers like her aunt and uncle. Bartelby went back down below, and a still-annoyed Mara told Pav that Bartelby would be a great person to go draw next to--a suggestion that Pav eagerly agreed to.

Pav made a drawing of a grub--part of Autumn Oak's breakfast--and Aurora, which Bartelby later offered to Autumn Oak as a sacrifice to take to Aurora. Autumn Oak said that a sacrifice was usually something valuable, and Bartelby spun a grand tale of how he had always wanted to have children but his constantly-moving lifestyle meant that he had never been able to, and the drawing of a happy child was of inestimable value to him and Aurora should find it so as well. Autumn Oak believed him (curse you, dice!) and took it down to the engine room. Much to Autumn Oak's surprise, Aurora accepted the sacrifice.

Later, the crew were talking on the deck about what to do about Pav and how she still seems odd. She was drawing pictures, but her drawings and her speech were more like that of a six or seven-year-old rather than the fourteen years she claimed to be. As they discussed, they felt an overwhelming sense of danger from Aurora, and Autumn Oak ran down to the engine room. While Bartelby and Mara found Pav and gathered in the mess, Autumn Oak communed with Aurora and received a vision of Pav walking by and the a sudden sense of loss, and all of the pieces fell into place. Autumn Oak ran up to the mess in a fury and summoned up vines out of the floor and walls to entangle Pav, and as Mara looked on in horror, Autumn Oak blamed her for draining the ship and for draining the pirates and their ship before that. He said she was a lamia, and that she wasn't safe to have on board.

Bartelby performed some tests to see how safe Pav was, and after two attempts to touch her with bare skin left him sweating and slumped against the wall, they bundled her off to her room, locked her in, and settled down to discuss what they had to do. Autumn Oak was adamant that they had to take her back to her family, since House Aundae would surely have a better idea of what to do with her than they did. Mara was torn between letting her go free and the knowledge that Pav probably wasn't in a proper state of mind to decide. Bartelby thought that Aundae probably wouldn't pay up and wouldn't want anyone else to know they had a lamia in their family because of the association with the Nobility, but Petrichor pointed out that if we did that and Pav hurt anyone, we would be partially responsible. Bartelby mused that maybe House Aundae would just kill her, and she might be better off in the still-Noble-ruled nation of Calas. That drew an explosive reaction from Autumn Oak, who categorically refused to go to Calas for any reason and stated that there was no way they would hand Pav off to Alexis and Flauros. Bartelby asked why it was so bad, but got no reaction from Autumn Oak except an angry stare and eventually agreed that they would not go to Calas. The crew decided that they would take Pav back to her family, because while they might know what to do with her, we definitely had no idea.

The landing in Patria was uneventful, but two representatives from House Aundae were waiting for the Aurora at the docks and boarded the ship. They introduced themselves as Wren and Ash of House Aundae, and while quite cold and imperious, things seemed to be going okay until Autumn Oak noticed that Wren was an adept and was prying into Mara's mind. He accused them of bad faith dealings, and things soon escalated as Autumn Oak called the House Aundae members "Noble-spawn" and Wren used her powers on Autumn Oak and sent searing pain shooting through his whole body. As Autumn Oak dropped to the ground screaming, Petrichor ran to the scene and Bartelby ran to the engine room, where he--knowing Aurora's opinion of him--told the ship-spirit that Autumn Oak was in danger and she should take off immediately and make as many evasive maneuvers as possible. Mara rammed into Wren, breaking her concentration and freeing Autumn Oak from the pain, and the ship lurched, throwing most of them off their feet. Battle immediately commenced, and Ash and Wren were pretty quickly bested. Petrichor whistled up a wind and blew Ash off the ship (though the ship wasn't high enough to kill him) after disarming him and taking his sword, and once that happened Wren was subdued, knocked unconscious, and dropped off in a rural area, then the ship took off again.

The session ended with the crew planning to go back to House Aundae's headquarters, return Ash's sword as a gift of goodwill, and offer a detente--no assassins sent after us in exchange for not revealing Wren's unsanctioned mind reading and Pav's existence. As for Pav, the university Mara attended is in the Capital, and Autumn Oak suggested that she write to the university and see if there was anyone there who could train Pav, or knew someone who could do so.

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I had a bunch of fun! A first session of game is always a bit difficult because the players are all feeling out their characters and there isn't the weight of past actions to drive the action forward, but we all clicked pretty quickly and got everything rolling right away. The debate over what to do about Pav was my favorite moment in the game--it did a lot to establish important points about the characters and their relationship to each other. That was pretty much the focus of the whole game, actually, and though I know I originally said this was shaping up to be Firefly-esque, it turned a bit more that way than I expected. Including the weird magic teenage girl, though that was probably unintentional on schoolpsychnerd's part and she isn't intended to be a permanent part of the ship. I'm definitely looking forward to next game!

The mechanics--and while we're using nWoD as the base system, essentially all of the special powers and a good chunk of the merits we're using are ones I wrote--seem to work okay. This game is simultaneously a test of the setting and the system, and it seemed to hold up so far. We'll see how much that continues to hold as the game goes on and our opponents get more complex and dangerous, though.

When I was a boy, every summer and sometimes during the winter, my family would pack up our things into our car and drive west to visit my grandparents in Oregon. One of the first things I would do every time we arrived was borrow my grandmother's library card and head down to the local public library and check out a double handful of books. That's where I read a ton of classic sci-fi and fantasy--the Foundation and Robot books, the Rama books, a bunch of Heinlein's stuff, the Chronicles of Amber, the Riftwar books, nearly all the Valdemar books, and, relevant to this post, Marion Zimmer Bradley's Darkover books. She was personally a terrible human being, but I really took to the stories about politicking and personal relations in a feudal society with a psychic nobility. Maybe because the psychics were redheads.

Anyway, half a decade ago, I read Stephen King's The Mist and absolutely loved it. And based on the title of this post you can probably see where this is going. I had it that the Towers had figured out a way to extend the force fields they use to prevent experiments from blowing up to keeping the Mist out at long range, set the game during the Ages of Chaos so all kinds of crazy psychic insanity is on the table, and wrote the whole thing up in Unisystem.

I found it a few days ago and looked back on it, and there are some major flaws. For one, in a game that's supposed to have political intrigue and the players playing nobility who are members of the ruling families of various kingdoms, the utter lack of any real social systems beyond "roll some dice and make stuff us" is a major flaw. I also exhaustively detailed the way psychic powers work because I've always been one for systematizing my games, even though the way the powers work in the books is basically "i dunno lol" and constantly changes depending on the plot and when the book was written. It's ~50 pages long and I wouldn't run it at all nowadays.

I'm thinking of converting it over to post-GMC nWoD, though. A lot of work is already done, since GMC has a better social system and updated psychic powers in it that I can steal. I can finally adapt the Company rules from Reign to nWoD like I've been planning to do for months. I just need to add the Darkover-specific bits around the edges and convert the stats over.

I do like the idea of getting to use it. Darkover is a great setting to run an intrigue game in, with the competing demands of familial loyalty vs. personal ambition, the lure of the Towers as a source of power and a neutral ground to settle disputes, and the addition of the Mist adds a tragic aspect to the society where they might be able to solve the looming end of the world once and for all if they weren't too busy stabbing each other in the brain with mind-daggers all the time. Humanity in a nutshell.

So I was on the White Wolf forums, poking around the classic WoD forum they have there, and someone posted a link to The Streets of Necropolis

For anyone who doesn't know what that is, it's White Wolf's old chat-based RP area from the classic World of Darkness era, before the turn of the millennium. I used to spend time there (rarely more than 30 minutes at a time, since we had a 30-hour-a-month internet plan then) when I was in high school. I met a few people I ended up talking to in other contexts for months or years, and though I lost contact with all of them over time, I still remember them.

When I saw the front page, I was hit with a nostalgia hard. I can honestly say that I did not know what nostalgia meant until I clicked that link. I can remember all the time I spent playing there, just chatting and RP with people. It was wildly imbalanced and full of Mary Sues and people who made no sense--4th generation abominations, child mages, child elder vampires, furry superfriends, etc.--but it was a lot of fun. It, along with the Vampire: the Masquerade: Redemption IC forum, are where I got to play the only vampire character I played for any length of time and what really solidified the Salubri as my favorite Clan, even if no one would ever let me play them[1].

I spent a while just wandering around, reading the room descriptions. Shadows Bar, which people frequently referred to as "Shadows Bar and Grill" due to all the childling changelings, 13-year-old archmages, and various other ridiculous characters in there. The State Fairground. The Alleyway, where I spent most of my time. The Necropolis Arms Hotel, where you entered any of the rooms at your own risk due to the possibility of dropped PMs from people cybering.

Most of the rooms have a few statements here and there from random passersby, but occasionally you find something like this:

"You are the only one here. The most recent statement was made forever ago."

Yeah. It's kind of like that. (T^T)

[1]: That was a problem when I did the LARP at Knox college. My favorite Clans are, in order, 1) Salubri 2) Assamite (sorcerer caste) 3) Tzimisce. Not really suitable for a generic Camarilla game.

That's one of the lines from Reefer Madness: the Musical, which I watched with schoolpsychnerd and a bunch of her suitemates on Saturday. It was hilarious. I liked it enough that I'm seriously considering getting a copy myself. It follows the original pretty closely, even using the same lines in some cases, but also manages to incorporate a Jesus dance number, zombies, Communism, and, of course, music. If you get the chance, watch it!

I beat Xenosaga. It was, perhaps, the most non-final ending ever. I leave the game only slightly less confused as I started, so don't ask me to explain the plot to you. And from what I hear, Xenosaga II doesn't do much to clear up all that confusion. I'll still play it, but...

I was invited to go watch Neverending Story at two of schoolpsychnerd's friends' apartment on Friday night. We created a drinking game--any time anyone said "Bastion," "The Nothing," "Atreiyu," "The [Childlike] Empress," or there was a transition between the real world and Fantasia. Needless to say, we stopped playing about halfway through the movie :-p We also had chips, which were really good. Thanks for inviting me (even though the people who did aren't reading this)!

LARP was slow. I showed up late and left early, though the leaving early was due to in-game reasons (raid/recon on Sabbat house). Ciarán is getting much more interesting now that he's actually involved in the plot. It almost makes me not want to switch over to that Assamite Sorcerer. Almost. Anyway, there's a new Prince, and in true Ciarán fashion, he already doesn't trust him due to a comment about 99% of a vampire's life being manipulation. It's true, but the fact that the Prince was willing to say it outright was a mark against him. I also got involved in a discussion about the nature of vampirism (rising above the Beast vs. always remembering you're a predator). It was pretty interesting, and I wish it happened like that more often.

Next weekend--Stepmania at DDR night!

Edit: Oh, an anonymous caller called into the Beacon today and said they really liked my columns. Yay fans!