Friday, 25 August 2017

I Have Added My Combat Tables to the PDF Page

I have added my pdfs for the combined DMG combat and PHB armour type tables.

The key to understanding this condensed by the book form for AD&D is on the Missile PDF.

My attitude going forward is not to be coy about publishing gaming material in the highest quality available.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Taking a Narrative Approach to Setting Creation

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Taking a Narrative Approach to Setting Creation

The image above is a way of representing a difference in the sandbox approach (left) and the narrative approach (right) in describing your own campaign setting. There is something static and staged in the sandbox method which feels to me like a themepark, a list associated with a map. The creatures and characters are inert and stowed away, jacks-in-their-boxes until the player party happens along. The sandbox has the lifeless character of the boardgame. On the other hand. using a narrative description of setting, time allows moving parts to breathe and mingle, characters can be judged through interactions beyond the standard isolated studies and the same environment can be described in different lights through a variety of eyes as characters and creatures move around.

For previous campaigns I would create characters, give them ambitions, place them in jeopardy, wind them up and let them waddle about my maps until they interacted. I would write down, making it explicit for the record, the tone of an encounter: intimidation, dominance, raillery, alliance, camaraderie, generosity, ignorance, indifference, deceit, neglect, cruelty, instruction and so on. I would concoct dialogue to witness the interaction and I would record reasonably worthy efforts to use verbatim in play. Plausible true-to-character dialogue is extremely hard to extemporize, I think this accounts for the embarrassment among players when they speak in character, they feel they themselves and the other players are letting the characters down and are more comfortable giving a vague impression of what their character says and trying to control how they come across, '... in the manner of a Humphrey Bogart.' Needless to say it is better for players, and DM, to burn through the occasional shame of poor representation of character and improve the aesthetic with practice.

So this time, as I pat some clockwork characters on the head, nudge them on their way and watch them trudge, slink and pad across the landscape, I want to write down with greater clarity and discipline what I imagine happening and I am hoping that the continually unravelling nature of this contrivance might produce a more immediate, tangible and useful setting.

I intend following or unravelling three threads distinguished by character level or Metaphysical Acuity:
1st - 3rd level, The Gleemen, living and traveling in Soundes 
6th - 8th level, The Zorsche Brothers, a band of dungeoneers exploring Aione 
Extremely-high-level, Watchman et al., though Aione and beyond to the land of the Earth Sacraments and the Ocean of Mud.  
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Tuesday, 22 August 2017

I Have Added a Page Menu with Information and Links

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I have added pages to a menu bar above, at the moment containing links to large versions of relevant maps, some old pdfs of material by Gygax and Jaquays which I have reformatted, a page defining Metaphysical Acuity in great detail and a glossary describing in AD&D terms characters and words as they are mentioned in the As It Comes narrative series of posts. I expect to lift from there place descriptions so the glossary should serve in the end as a geographical reference too.

My AD&D glossary as it grows may establish a useful function for the comments, that is as a place to enquire how elements of the As It Comes series would be captured in AD&D terms.

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Thursday, 10 August 2017

As It Comes .1. Watchman

Watchman

A hundred days. A hundred years. No difference. I observe with devotion. I am firm. I reckon my hundreds, one hundred what exactly? and start afresh though not refreshed. This body will be the death of me. Wingless. A wingless biped he gave me. On this hair of stone arching impotent out over a sea of mud he set his warden, a warden I should say. Who built this bastion? a mountain of rock designed and shaped like nature's water-drop suspended from the tip of a hair of stone shot out from clean land bold above this endless churning mire.

Might they not have placed a statue here? A calcite presence with eyes of onyx turning, half man half beast, a feynd, a gorgicore or cacamand. Put the mind in, give it sight. Simple. A statue will endure a hundred full content. Not me. Consider for a moment can a monster ever be content by design or evolution. Given their appetites I mean. Why not give gruesome abominations small appetites? When they have gnawed a child's limb, chewed a woman's breast, nibbled a cock they are appeased and retire to aery lightsome leafy dells to contemplate existence or purpose, for who can order his mind in the noisome dark of filthy earthclogged hideaways cluttered with the rot and flies of discarded flesh and the bones which were expected to transport poor creatures about the place a bit longer. Look elsewhere for rectitude and comportment than monsters. Their lusts till now are designed with murderous hammer blows cracking the will in the dark caves behind their eyes.

Admittedly a statue would become a dungheap overnight before the sweep of storm ushered onto the coast in such filthy violent smog, a stinging blinding mudhail from that vile brown sludge, the Ocean of Mud whence the millennial horror will rise, the all-killer, the destroyer of messiahs, giant breaker and biter of gods.

Well then augment the statue with a crew of rat-creatures with giant hands, expert scrubbers with nails for scraping, who eat what they can't clean. Achh, nonsense. This is how my mind runs when I reach a hundred. And yet to be here, watching over this hypnotic heaving world of mud without wings. What was my crime? 'Trespass' he called it. 'You have come unlooked for to the Sanctum of the Temple of the Prime Five. You will Serve a Function or I will Recompose you Ultramontane.'

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Metaphysical Acuity: 60+

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Monday, 17 July 2017

1. Core - The Fighter


Core Rules
Ideally, I would prefer no rules whatsoever for an rpg which arises from a setting, the players trusting the taste of the Creator-Judge and his sense of balance. A single die occasionally cast to perturb the interpretive outcome would be enough.

Practically, the AD&D framework offers an enduring ground of sensible abstractions for the lower levels of play which appeals to players, and cannot be overlooked by someone, me, who has learned how to conduct the game using its methods and resources.

In compromise, rules in the spirit of AD&D will be presented chiefly to draw attention to important or instructive or peculiar aspects of the Agonmayar setting.

Fighter Adventurer Explorer
All Adventurers are Fighters. All Explorers are Fighters. At least in the life of the character at the moment he claims to be an Adventurer he becomes a Fighter. That is not to say that all Fighters are Adventurers, or that all of the interesting characters in the setting are Fighters. It means that Adventurers are Fighters by definition, and this definition sheds more light on what it means to be an Adventurer than what it means to be a Fighter.

Intelligent Fighter-Adventurers may be influenced by their discoveries to get to grips with magic and they may well become Magic Users of one sort or another but they remain primarily Adventurers who explore the world for its own sake, distinct from the more learned breed of Magic User who studies magic for its own sake, the sedentary theorist. This distinction may be considered beside that between the retiring Monk and the wandering Friar.

The Adventuring assassins and rangers are very much Fighters too. There is no attempt to balance the effects and potency of the different kinds of Adventurer. As the environment is so brutal, players are encouraged to invent credible excellences for their characters in accordance with their exceptional, if any, generated statistics, and as a reward for ingenious play.

Captain -- Warrior


Fighter Warrior Captain
There are two classes of Fighter.

The Warrior concentrates solely on personal development of his martial prowess. He exercises with an iron will to attain his astounding physique which is functional rather than pretty. He masters every weapon group. He masters the fighting movements of Warriors in each land he travels through. The Warrior is not a man-a-arms for hire, nor a duty bound knight, he never serves, king or no. The Warrior finds brief allies for brief causes, and carries on, the world is large and he has seen little of it. Honour is the word of some Warriors but Loyalty the word of all, and there is nothing to slow him in his world-wide stir but the discovery in another of the self-same manly humour and a loyalty proven. It is usually only then, on the minds of a trusted group that the Aione intrigue plays and drags. He becomes along the way a spectacular runner, an imperturbable climber and a determined swimmer. These are the ambitions of the Warrior and he achieves them according to his ability and the favour of the gods, Fate or the one God, whatever the Truth, ungraspable, ethereal and beyond his comprehension or care.

The Captain concentrates on extrapolating his martial influence over a widening body of stalwarts selected, scrutinized and guided for the purpose of garnering massive force for the intimidation of or domination over whole citizen groups of ever increasing extent. Intra or extra, tribal group or nation state is not important to him because the measure of a Captain's success is his Command, the number of troops who will Today risk their lives for him. the Captain's desire is to exploit a mass of men by bestowing purpose on their lives. Their purpose is silver, rape and pride and their success is measured in wine barrels, breasts and cheers. The Captain's purpose is elevation, control and fame and his success is measured in the fear and timidity of his social superiors. The Captain is, in the long term, little interested in his man-to-man dueling prowess. He tries to lift the morale, ferocity and discipline of his subordinates. He is the Leader of every group in whatever environment he finds himself. He cajoles, lauds, inspires, exhorts, punishes, humiliates. He winks, elbows, clatters, pats, salutes. In pure terms he raises and exalts a chosen band of extraordinary men he discovers or he fades away and dies.

The Olde Lond of Horrour and Dep Drede

Hmmm. In all honesty, aesthetically I prefer the black and white maps of Agonmayar and will stick with them.



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Friday, 16 June 2017

Better Scans of Maps of Agonmayar North

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Lirland and Parsiflur are heavily influenced by Froissart in the background before cultivating elements of fantasy.


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