Stuffed Crocodile

Mazes, Martians, Mead

Monthly Archives: July 2011

[Traveller] Dragonhunters of Trane

Dragon, by Hokusai.

Dragon, by Hokusai

Okay, this is some wild scenario I put together for my last Traveller session. I think it was quite a success, mostly because the players loved the chance to go hunting dragons with a Grav Tank. Also, a few times, when the dragon really came close to ripping of the armor of the tank, one could hear this certain panic out of their voices…

Dragonhunters of Trane

There are dragon in the wilderness of Trane.

The planet mostly lives of fishing and whaling the imported sperm whales. The local wildlife is not necessarily dangerous in most cases, except for one: dragons.

The Trane “dragon” is an amphibious quasi-reptilian predator, looking similar to oh-so-many other “dragons” in charted space. Even before the human settlement came about it nearly grew extinct due to lack of resources, and then was hunted even further down by the early settlers. For some time it seemed like the creature was completely extinct aready.

This changed with the introduction of sperm whales into this environment. With the success of this experiment the sperm whales were left to multipy nearly unchecked, only slightly decimated by the small industrial whaling of the planets inhabitants.

This also proved to be a new resource for the near forgotten predators: Within a short time the dragons multiplied again to unprecedented levels. Even worse: with the new food resource being larger than the previous ones sizes of the predators increased as well over time, with the largest and strongest members of the species favoured over the others. This turns out to be rather to the disadvantage of the dragons themselves. While the smaller and shorter members of the species can fly (or at least glide) in the low gravity of the world, as soon as they reach a certain size they loose this ability due to pesky physics interfering.

The landbound dragons are the prime reason why nearly everybody on this planet, despite it’s otherwise rather peaceful demeanor, is carrying a weapon when travelling farther from the shoreside wilderness. People might not actually lock their doors but they will keep their guns ready to defend themselves against now near-starved dragons. One of the bigger specimens of dragon now obviously has found an alternative foodsource that matches the whales it cannot reach anymore: Something is slowly raiding automated cattle compounds of the Sorenson Agricultural Products company.

As the cattle compounds are lying in a rather calm inland patch, far from the dragons’ coastal habitat, this is rather a surprise. But not a big one. Jorn Sorenson (AA7669), owner of SAP LIC, needs something done about this: his faclities are mostly automated, and even with their normal weapons at hand he and his few assistants might not be able to do anything against a dragon as big as this one.

He needs help.

He needs some dragon hunters.

He is just on the way to ask for offworld assistance when he notices that the travellers, one or two of which should have a background in the military, are currently on the planet. Or maybe he just left a note at the local bulletin board asking for someone to give some asisstance. “Dragonhunters needed. Contact J. Sorenson at Tranhavn Imperial Hotel”

The dragon, it turns out, would be rather big. Bigger than any dragon encountered so far. That’s why they decided to bring in the big guns. Which might be a problem in this case: the local weapon shop (there is exactly one on the planet) does not actually have anything bigger than a rifle. Why would anyone need anything bigger on this world after all? Nothing ever happens here and for any normal dragon a gun is enough.

If the travellers don’t have any big guns on hand there is a way though: old Cranky Holly, an ex-Army collector of tanks, is living somewhere in the North, close to the Arctic circle, playing war against himself. But he might just borrow them one of his tanks if they ask nicely. After all they might use it to hunt the largest dragon ever seen on this world.

If it was really a dragon. It’s not. Instead it is a group of alien (Aslan) pirates (they call themselves privateers) who have decided to use a coastal cave as their base of operations for short raiding trips to the surrounding systems. Mostly to Romar. They are currently in waiting for a specific convoy from the Hierate that should arrive soon. They have it perfectly planned out how to raid that one. And if they do they might get enough dustspice to buy themselves an own planet somewhere. Their reason for the raids on the cattle compounds is rather simple: meat. They like meat. But they have been holed up in this place for a while and really really are craving anything else but fish. They have a small base of operations somewhere on the coast (they ARE pirates after all) and just sneak out to raid cattle from the SAP. They figure that they can blame it on the dragons and even go to lengths of leaving artificial footprints whenever they do that. They figure that until anyone can really bring in big gae hunters from outside they should long be gone. [one clue that it’s not really one of the dragons they completely missed when creating their dragon hoax: according to the footprnts at the raided sites the dragon would have have gotten away from the compound by lifting off, carrying multiple cows somehow; the characters might find that out if they look a bit more closely]

Not that this would be the first thing the characters will notice about the dragons. Because there are some big dragons breeding close to the SAP facilities. But they aren’t as big as the one that is supposed to raid the cattle compounds. Of course they only might find out AFTER they just nearly got killed hunting down the dragon that is there: “Sorry but this dragon could not have done it. It’s feet are about 30% smaller than the ones we found.”

Advertisements

[Labyrinth Lord] Shaman

Shaman

Requirements: None
Prime Requisite: INT
Hit Dice: 1d4
Maximum Level: 8

Sometimes called druids (by people who don’t have a clue), witchers, ghostmen, or just wise men/women, shamans learn how to influence the spiritual world. It is not quite clear what sources they draw their powers from really, especially not to them, but their magic is a more primal, more raw understanding of the world beyond our senses. They oftensome of the most important members of their tribes, and their word often is the last, yet sometimes this can lead to conflicts with the real chieftain, who might not be happy to get told off by someone spending half their day in a cave or the woods.
They are limited in their choice of weapons, as they are only able to use their ritual clubs and staffs. They are unable to wear any kind of armour more heavy than thick fur or light leather, but can use shields. Shamans are weak at low levels, and when adventuring they should be well protected.

Shamans memorize their magic with rhymes and songs they get taught by their elders, every day they have to spend some time remembering the songs and rhymes that influence the spirit world and get themselves into the spirit for spiriting.

A shaman may occupy a ritual place, often a cave or other natural formation with specific magic properties, when he reaches level 6. He will then attract apprentices (1d4), who will range from level 1-3.

Shaman Level Progression
Experience Level Hit Dice (1d4)
0 1 1
2,501 2 2
5,001 3 3
10,001 4 4
20,001 5 5
40,001 6 6
80,001 7 7
160,001 8 8

Shaman Spell Progression

Spell Level

Level 1 2 3 4
1 1 – – –
2 2 – – –
3 2 1 – –
4 2 2 – –
5 2 2 1 –
6 2 2 2 –
7 3 2 2 1
8 3 3 2 2

Freelance Traveller and other things

Cosmic Heavyweights in Free-For-All- One of th...

Image not related (but looks gorgeous)

So, one of my adventure seeds has appeared in Freelance Traveller #19 (Diplomatic Heavyweights to be exact).

Which reminds me that I really haven’t been a contributor for too many RPG zines the last few years. I think the last thing (the only thing? No, there must have been a few more things I’m sure…) was an article in Memoria Myrana #7, all the way back in 2005 (in German, and in a background and system that nobody but some fanatics like). At least that’s the last thing I remember. But I was damn proud of that one and that is why I drag it out here as well. I doubt anyone ever used it. My own group imploded before I ever got around using it back then.

Anyway: Traveller. I finally am getting together a group, largely exactly the same people that played Das Schwarze Auge with me so far, but also some other, new people, and maybe I finally get to have some campaign in that system as well. It will certainly be interesting (again) looking at the players: one of the players will be a girl who never watched or read any science fiction at all (well, besides Star Wars that is, and if that’s science fiction is debatable)

Which will be even more fun when I get around introducing these people to Paranoia. For some reason the thought about playing a game about a authoritarian society full of double-talk and backstabbing in a country that still remembers life under the communist regime with people actually born in these times, sounds really, really… interesting.

Campaign Update

So far there were two more sessions for my Das Schwarze Auge campaign which I intended to write up for posterity but did not manage to. There was not really too much to tell in these cases anyway. The second session was kind of fraught with problems: there was a new player who never had played before and who did not really grok the concept of it all. And then she had to disappear midway through, which I integrated into the plot as her character suddenly had disappeared in the morning. Luckily this was also the time when I finally managed to find out what the plot of the session was (yes, two hours into the adventure…) so his disappearance caused even more befuddlement and paranoia than before. In the end the problem turned out to be a demonic stalker they had contracted while being in the mine in the first session. Which, after all, had been an ancient storage facility for demons. They also had gained a druidic fetish the session before which worked as a protection of the demonic presence that was following them. Every time they tried to apprehend the demon he was driven away, every time he tried to hurt them he could not come near. In the end he resorted to attacking random people and creatures along their way, with them growing ever more paranoid. Quite good for a solution that had been strung together way too late.

The third session went similar. I made use of Jeff Rient’s Carousing tables (because they are awesome) and half the evening was already filled by their results. The Scoundrel got into some really bad business and found herself charged with a mission by her god (Phex, the god of thieves’ of course), the Fighter lost all her money gambling, and the Mage got turned into a pig. When all that was done they managed to gain a new goal: getting to Thorwal city in the North for some reason. To get there they became guards on a riverboat going down the Big River (not much thought went into that name…) and got involved in what seems to be a murder plot (in other words: the classic module River of Doom. No, wait, that has to be said different: River. Of. DOOOOOOOMMM! Oh how I love these cheesy titles…)