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NOVA EUROPA TRANSCRIPTS Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:07 No.2964603

GURPS Nova Europa log from February 18, 2008:

Our heroes find themselves seated at a rough, old card table, facing each other holding a hand of poker

cards. Darkness stretches away infinitely around them, with nothing brighter than the bare bulb hanging

above. They seem startled, yet strangely calm; the Michael Zulo the Frenchman lights a cigarette and

Simon offers one to Simon Tarrasque, who politely declines and retuns the gesture with an offer of

Morphine. Arcus the Italian sniper watches quielty.

Out of the muffled darkness comes the gentle sound of a polite cough, and a voice. "Welcome gentlemen,

there is much I need to divulge to you, with little time for any pleasantries.

"You may call me DuGalle. I am a man from other than your world." A figure steps into the light,

revealing a sharp suit cut in an unfamiliar style. His hair is slicked back with a dapper style and a

small trim mustache rides his upper lip playfully.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:08 No.2964612
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"Your world has seen war unlike any other of it's kind. Your countries clash like great engines of destruction bent on nothing less than the utter devestation of the rest of the world. I am not here to stop this, nor am I here to make it worse. It is simply an something I had noticed and wanted to bring to your attention" Our heroes each not knowingly, remembering their roles in the war that shaped the world today.

"An age of magic has come to your lands, and with it the knowledge of the Ancients. On your world are great artifacts of immense power, but not for your world. How they came to reside there is of no consequence, but I would ask of you this; retrive for me the Sword, the Helm and the Wings. You will know them for what they are, as I have given you this gift."

The trio of gentlemen consider the proposition for a moment, and the Italian is the first to speak. "I find your offer less than generous, what is in this for us? We men who would brave danger unknown?"

Leaning forward on the card table, his hands splayed across its faded green paint and scratched balsa wood, the other man replies "Well, Arcus, rewards don't always come in the most obvious of ways" and he points at the hand of cards the sniper holds in his hands. Examining them for himself, Arceus sees he holds a royal flush, quite possibly the best hand possible.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:10 No.2964627
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Our heroes find themselves on the roof of a building in the sharp cold air of mid-autumn. Their breath clouding in front of them, they examine their surroundings, concluding they are back in Londonium, near exactly when they left their respective places in the world. Escaping the dark night about them, they head down into the building's interior via a short ladder in the roof, onto a catwalk overlooking a super-scientific sight.

Surrounded by machines of unknown purpose and design bustles a small form limping madly about the room. His hunched posture and mad mutterings are nearly drowned out by the wonders around him; the machines around the room hum, whir, glow, blink, and chatter with dials and blinkers, paper ffeds and magnetic tapes spinning wildly. In the center of this madness is a vast tank of water with a window of thick glass offering a partially distroted view of a massive silver greatsword bubbling furiously in aquamarine water. White flames seem to lick the length of the massive sabre as it glaringly gleams.

In near unison, the heroic troupe whisper "The Sword" into the ozone-rich air.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:13 No.2964646
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Suddenly, the room is bathed in a flash of even greater blue-white light, and lightning ricochets around the catwalk! Our heroes duck for cover as sparks fall around them and glass windows shatter from the force of a powerful explosion. Swinging into the room from the far side come men clad in black leather armor, bearing menacing sneers and even more threatening weapons. Levelling a firing line along the opposite catwalk, our heroes see clearly now the silver eagle clutching a blood red swastica emblazoned upon each mans breastplate. The nazi stormtroopers aim their guns upon the hapless figure below them, scurrying for cover among his machinations of science. "NO! Not you! What are you dooing here?!" He squeaks out through the clamour around him.

The room falls nearly silent as another figure is backlit by moonlight in the shattered remains of the window frame. Stepping off of a length of rope, he steps onto the catwalk in thick leather boots and sweeps his long black coat back. Standing with his hands on his hips, he sweeps his penetrating gaze, scrutinizing the madness around him. His glare falls on the PC's, and a smirk threatens to penetrate his otherwise imposing features.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:20 No.2964689
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"I am Viktor Von Krupp. I am the commanding officer of Germania's royal military, serving in the partisian Luftwaffe, 88th devision. YOU may be starting a war." He punctuates this last statement with a silver-clad armored hand pointed directly at our heroes, and then the doctor below.

"This man, one doctor Allen McIverson, is in DIRECT violation of the Treaties of Nova Europa. He has stolen the Sword from its rightful place in Berlin, using hired scum to smuggle it out unawares. This violates several important mandates, not the least of which is the violation of the sovreignty of the great SEDETENLAND!" HIs Voice booming off of the walls around him, his men cock their submachine-guns with a solid CLACK.

"Now, we have few options" the menacing armored figure of Krupp continues. "The sword MUST be returned. That is an unnegotiable fact integral to the continued peace. What happens to the doctor is none of MY concern, and I will neither hinder nor help your actions further. What do we do?"

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:22 No.2964698
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Suddenly! The mad doctor whips out his arm, holding a shabby looking pistol, levelling it at Krupp! "You'll never get it from me Nazi!" He yells, as two stormtroopers fire down into his laboratory.
Hot lead rips into the doctors gut and he crumples in a heap, moaning in pain.

"Stoppen Sie abzufeuern!" Commands Krupp, halting his soldiers assault."We are not here to kill him!"

"If you will allow us passage, we will divulge nothing of what has transpired here!" The frenchmans voice cuts through the cold night air seeping into the room. Flashing his badge of office, he continues "We also wish to keep the status quo. Allow us to leave via that elevator..." to which he points at the old brass and mohogany fixture in the far wall " and you should never hear from us again."

The sound of electricity along wires and bubbling water are the only sounds for a long moment, then a long painful moan leaves the doctor as he rolls onto his back.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:24 No.2964716
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"Leave, and take the doctor with you" orders Krupp, as he waves his men down onto the floor. As the party collects their fallen companion, the black clad nazi warriors move to the tank containing the Sword. their boots crunch on broken glass and stray papers that stir in the breeze. With the doctor in tow, the group heads down the elevator shaft, anxious, and ready to unsling their firearms if they can.

The fight never comes to them though, and the elevator thuds to a stop on the bottom floor of the warehouse. Navigating through the myriad crates and atrped up boxes strewn about like some giant child's playthings, they stop for a moment as the Italian expends some of his magic to heal the poor doctor.

"He's okay for now, but we should get him to St. Bartholomews, downtown. C'mon, up you go." Hefting the doctor, the italian follows Michael Zulo into the street, anxious to leave. Still itching for combat, Simon lingers in the lower floor, searching the boxes for anything interesting and asking his 'girls' if they notcie anything they wanted. When his pistols dont reply, he shrugs, turns, and jogs back to the group, content that his ladies will be satisfied with him for tonight, even IF they did'nt get to kill anyone. Looking back at the building, a blimp floating just above, he sees the Germanian soldiers load up the sword, close hatches and then POP out of existance in a flash of smoke and lightning.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:25 No.2964726
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Hailing a cab, they head for the inner city of Londonium, the good mad doctor McIverson admitted for gunshot wounds to his gut. For four hours they wait, feeling somewhat responsible for the foolish little man, hoping he can provide some insight, wondering if there is anything worth taking from that medicine cabinet...

Simon is an addict of Morphine. Simon has poor impulse control. Simon steals many things when people arent watching, and has shot many people when they WERE watching, so when he pilfers the bottle labled HETEROCYCLIC COMPOUND he barely feels a twitch, slipping the tankard into his bag. Making himself comfortable again in the waiting room just down the hall from the supply closet, he mentions off hand that "These places, hospitals. I hate them. They're too clean. Too many bad people can hide where it's clean." The frenchman shrugs "Yes, they can Simon. The trick is looking out for them." Arcus laughs, and stretches "Do you think he's gonna be alright? I'd hate to have wasted the hospital's time with him otherwise."

That moment, a man in flowing white surgical robes comes into the waiting room from the door marked "EMERGENCEY". Wiping his brow with a handkerchief and stepping forward, he offers his hand to the group, and thanks them for their speedy delivery of McIverson. "FIx'd 'im up real right-wise lads. Real shame he was mugged like that. Glad you three were there to bring him in"

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:28 No.2964743
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"well, It's not like we could leave him out in the cold, like some poor dying dog languishing in pain. We're good people doctor-sir, we make things right, dont we boys?" Simon's thick theatrical background fails to warm the hearts of his compatriots, as they see through his obvious attempts to play up their importance to the doctor. Unfazed, the good doctor leads them back to see McIverson warning" Hes on a morphine drip, and he'll be a bit groggy, but we want him awake for observation. Be careful with him now, right lads?"

Inside the hospital room, it is quielt and warm. The radiator hisses and fog condenses on the windowpane. The ground floor does'nt offer the same view as the higher floors might have, but Londonium is still there outside the glass, bustling around the calm quiet of this room. The doctor lies on his bed, propped up comically on too many pillows, relaxed in a sea of white cotton. Michael is the first to speak "Doctor, we need to talk to you about what happened back there. We need to know who Krupp is, and what he wants with the Sword." But simon has noticed something odd about the doctors IV drip, and quick as a flash twists shut it's valve "My god!" he exclaims" someone turned this up to full setting! He would have died!"

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:31 No.2964759
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Moments later, with a nurse called in for a second opinion, the doctor is roused from his near-permanent slumber. "Are you okay sir? Can you answer some questions for us?" Simon presses for answers, and the group seems on edge now, fearing for their safety now. "You must seek out Helga, at this adress." Pushing a scrap of paper into Simons hand seems too much even for the pitious doctor, and he lapses into sleep before he can be pressed for more info. Content they can do nothing more for him, the party leaves Issac McIverson to his sleep, dark and comforting.

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The next day, after a recovery of energies, the party takes in lunch across from the address granted by the good doctor. The gunslinger informs them that the nightclub across the street is in fact the correct adress, and is apparently closed untill the evening. However this is not the most immediate concern, as the spy is reading the daily news that has announced the apparent bombing of the local hospital critical care wing! The only victim being the good doctor McIverson who's remains had not been recovered yet. Hoping for the best, they sturdy themselves for the night, arming themselves fully and readying for battle.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:33 No.2964766
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After negotiating their entrance to the club with a stoic Irish doorman, the party descended into a dark yet clean bar environment, being set up for the nights events. Inquiring about Helga with the barman, keen observations deduced something odd; apparently their contact is in a S&M bar.(Much to the sniper's chagrin; his armor encompasses a leather body outfit and jacket!) The barman invites them to speak with helga, approving of their raiments and making suggestive overtones to the sniper in turn!

Down a short hallway,behind the bar, they made their way to Helga's room. Knocking lightly a slightly muffled "come in" issuing from the door, they enter, to find Helga and several midgets in bondage gear! Only the sniper fails his Carousing roll, the rest managing to keep their composure and refrain from showing their surprise.

Shooing the leather-clad dwarves from the room, Helga invites the group for a private word. Perched around her tea-set on too-small chairs, they make a strange tableau with their armor and weapons displayed freely.A short discussion over earl gray later, and the party learns much from their Fraulein. Apparently she knew the doctor rather well and she had informed him of the whereabouts of the sword; working in Berlin during the last few years had ingratiated her with many "High class men with 'special' needs". Inquiring of the good doctors condition, she was informed of the confrontation with commander Krupp(also revealing the lack of an actual 88th command in the Luftwaffe; Savois-faire (military) by the sniper, thus adding to the mystery of this 'Commander').
Helga knew Krupp long ago, and warns that if he has now the sword, the party must acquire the Helm or Wings before Krupp can. The Helm is in Rome, in the cathedral of the One True God Made Manifest.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:34 No.2964772
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As Helga reveals the next important bits of information, the sound of splintering wood rips through the air, alerting the troupe to imminent danger! The door to the hall has apparently been kicked in and angry Germanian can be heard from behind their rooms feeble door! Thinking and acting quickly,Michael and the gunslinger Simon barricade the door with a sex-sling and Arcus rushes the madame Helga to safety in the next room through a dwarf-hatch.

BAM! BAM! BAM! Three germans down and two closing fast! The lead flies and the air screams with a hail of gunfire! The sniper drops with a devious shot to the back and Michael is quick to drop the malcontent with a sharp south Coxney jab to the jaw! MOments later, with quick first aid to revive the downed cleric, a healing spell is cast, and the group is redy to fight once more!

Upon exiting the hall, a short firefight with two more guards secures a 9mm SMG for the sniper, as well as two more kills for the gunslinger. Exiting to the street they hide their wounds and equipment, making a hasty retreat to the parking lot where the Spy had parked his sedan. After a quick inspection for tampering, they are off for the south of Londonium, to the ferries at the straight of Gibraltar. It is time to go to the heart of the matter in Rome, and steal the Emperors war-helm!

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:36 No.2964788
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First to Paris! The home of our Francophone and stopping point on the journey to Rome. A rest and resupply in the frenchmans apartment also allows for reading of the papers from Londonium and Paris. A smaller article in the Londoinum Times notes that the S&M club, after a gang-related mishap with no fatalities unfortuantely burned to the ground HOURS after they left for Paris the previous day. The party packs an extra clip of ammunition each for the next leg of their journey; a truck-ride through the farmlands of southern france, into the mountain passes and orchards of Italy in the south.

Approximately an hour out they encounter a flying man, tailing them through the countryside. The gunslinger notices his shadowing actions, and after his description of (a flying man, with glass-like arms, and a rifle on his back) the sniper opened fire promptly. This required the destruction of the Ford`s rear window, but also resulted in a short advance by the flying man, followed by his imminent death(a shot to the chest dealing 18 damage past DR). Despite his fearsome countenance, the man fell from the sky, tumbling to his demise into the pavement below.

The Russian mans corpse, as he was discovered moments later by the party, was mangled in his fall. His arms(apparently very brittle having shattered up to the shoulder) and head were twisted into gruesome angles. They recover a battle rifle from him, armed with an under-barrel grenade launcher and night vision scope(all in need of serious repair after the fall). Other than an intense smell of gasoline, nothing else was evident except his nationality; Russian. The party discarded his corpse into the nearby ditch(the sniper granting him a small rosery and a smattering of latin prayer) then they promptly rode off untill sunset.

Stopping in a small village at the border of Italy, they repaired the broken V-8 window with a tarp, and retired to sleep untill the next day.

>>	Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:40 No.2964807 File :1226212808.jpg-(14 KB, 134x114, 1218912181546.jpg) Well, thats sessions 1+2, I'll post the rest whenever I get it converted. Have fun without me, I have teh gas.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)01:51 No.2964865 File :1226213485.jpg-(87 KB, 800x500, 800px-Awesomecrash.jpg) >this thread...

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)02:52 No.2965120 HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT IT'S HERE. YOU ROCK, SIR. Damn I'm glad I popped back on tonight.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)03:13 No.2965162 Archived already. http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/2964603/

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)03:57 No.2965244 MOAR

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)04:02 No.2965253 cool stuff

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)06:22 No.2965530 Did enjoy.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)10:54 No.2966090
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I guess, now that I am again conscious in one form or another, that I will entertain a Q&A about Nova Europa.

Setting details, character backgrounds, inspirations...go ahead, make my day.

A dissertation on America. Fuck Year! Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)11:33 No.2966170
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In the alternate universe Nova Europa, there are certain historical differences that set the timeline apart, creating a unique continent.

Due to the presence of real magic, two groups of people were able to bridge the gap from tribal society to full nationhood; Africa and its peoples, and the Native Americans.

While Europeans spread across the face of the world, and settle in the Americas, they encountered the Sioux; an indian society organized like the ancient Greeks, whith democratic city-states led by the wizest of elders, and fed by an agrarian population. The Sioux suprized the settlers with their relatively comparable technology, and their fierce defence of incursions into their sacred lands.

After the initial skirmishes, the official war between the Sioux Nation and the English, French, and Spanish, colonists began. Aside from their technological limitations, the Sioux managed to slow the incursion of the colonists, using guerilla tactics and their knowledge of the terrain to defend themsleves to a stalemate at the Mississippi. The East relented, and the colonies entered in a ceasefire with the Sioux.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)11:35 No.2966179
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*Notably, with the strengthening of the African Unity, slavery did not so easily become as rampant. While it did occur, and slaves were sold to the colonies across the East Americas, the currently un-unified Africa let the scattered tribes across the coast to their own fates. There was nothing in power yet protect the entire continent.

By 1850, sporadic skirmishes and various treaties between the settlers and natives of the continent, foresaw the emergence of 5 distinct reigons; Canada, the United States, Louisianna, Hollywood, and the Sioux nation.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)11:36 No.2966181

By 1850, sporadic skirmishes and various treaties between the settlers and natives of the continent, foresaw the emergence of 5 distinct reigons; Canada, the United States, Louisianna, Hollywood, and the Sioux nation.

Canada's borders stretched from the far Western reaches of the escarpment forests, along the North shore of the great lakes, East along the St Lawrence passage to Newfoundland and then North to the Arctic. French and English integration resulted in no major Ontario/Quebec split, although the seafaring provinces to the East are grouped under their own coalition.

The United States Northern border matches the Canadian South running along the Mississippi to the weast and down along the coast to the East.

The Louisianna purchase Borders much of the Gulf of Mexico at this point, controlling almost all the ports west of Florida until the coast of Texas. As well, it plunges between the States and Sioux along the Mississippi, claiming all the bayou on it's length.

Hollywoodland dominates the West from north mexico to Seattle, and East from the mountains by a cannons shot. Fed mainly by the Trans-continental Railway, it is the largest nation on the continent.

The sioux nation as it stands reaches North to the Arctic tundra wastes, South to the coast of Texas, Bordered by each other nation in some part. The plains are lush green and provide for the Native buffalo ranching, the nations main export business. The Railway bisects the plains from central California to Utah city, then across to Washington in the East. The railway has two Southern lines as well from Utah city; one South to Houston, and one SouthEast to New Orleans.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)11:45 No.2966209
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1914
June 28 - Francis Ferdinand assassinated at Sarajevo
July 28 - Aug 4 - Austria, Germany, France, Russia and England declare war

1915
Jan 19 – The first Zepplin Raid on Britan takes place
April 25 – Allied troops land in Gallipoli
May 7 – 'Liberated' Italy declares war on Germany and Austria

1916
Sept 15 – First occurences of 'Magic' [spontaneous recovery of wounds, unexplained fires erupting, reports of 'undead']

1917
April 6 – Formal collapse of United States. The nations of The Sioux, Canada and Hollywoodland all declare their independence.
June 3 – The newly renamed Germania, subsuming most of middle Europe and Southern Arabia, declare their new leader Hitler.
December 5 – Armistice between Germania and Russia signed during the commencement ceremony of The Soul Wall. Western Russia now bordered by 200ft tall wall of fire.

1918
Jan 1 – The Second coming of Christ. A blinding light sears the entire European night sky at 12:01 AM local time, localized over Rome. A bearded man clothed in white robes is spotted hovering a hundred feet over the Vatican.
Jan 2 – Vatican City is a crater. Jesus of Rome declares himself to be the new god-emperor of the “Novus Romanorum Empire”, inviting “all pure christian hearts to join the cause of righteousness or be utterly destroyed in the name of God”
Jan 7 – Novus Romanorum Empire [or the NRE] now includes the former nations of England, Spain, Portugal, France, Norway and its Baltic states.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)11:46 No.2966213
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Jan 8- Africa
Denouncing the appearance of Jesus of Rome as “a trick of the light”, Africa declares it unification and independence. Shaman priests and riflemen alike now protect the border of the worlds second largest Free Nation. The purging of the Germanic armies is the bloodiest day on record, slaying more than a half million standing men in less than 24 hours.

Jan 9 – Russia
Russian Commisars collect the souls of the newly dead, harvesting them into raw magical energy. They then expand the Russian Soul Wall into a nation-spanning project, protecting their entire continental border from “Fascist invaders and mongoloid scum”.

Jan 12 Asia
China and Japan declare the closing of their borders to foreigners, reclaiming all lands taken by Europeans in the last 3 centuries.

June 3 The former united states are devastated by a series of nuclear explosions. British physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer declares them to be nuclear in nature. The next day, Germania declares its intent to use nuclear deterrents to protect its “righteous freedom of intent in western Europe”. Airborne, low-yield nuclear weapons render the western front a dead field of glass and ash. New Roman Priest stop the spread of fallout into adjoining lands.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)11:56 No.2966253 where the hell are the Indians, the whole of the Muslim world and also south east asia

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)12:29 No.2966378

well, i just wanted to say thanks guys. I'm getting more writefaggotry done as we speak, but i would LOVE for these to be archived, so don't forget to VOTE for them if you like to see them around more often!

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/2964603/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/2964603/

>>	Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)12:32 No.2966392 >>2966378 Uhh, I also meant THIS thread http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/2948069/

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)12:32 No.2966396 >>2964603 This is awesome, please continue

>>	Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)12:39 No.2966418 >>2966396 VOTE http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)13:27 No.2966632 >>2966418 Don't worry, their archival isn't dependent on votes with suptg. They're saved. How does magic work in the setting?

Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)13:36 No.2966704

How did you come up with all this? Did it come together during seat-of-the-pants GMing, did you just spend time brainstorming, or was there a main source for things?

Also, it sounds like there was magic around forever when you mention the Sioux and Africans initially, but then you say magic just appeared suddenly in a later post.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)14:23 No.2967018
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well, you can see that I dont have everything copywritten and fact checked yet. /tg/ seems to be my editorial staff as of late.

Magic, as a whole, was a mysterious force for years. Old wives tales of trolls and witches had kernels of truth buried deep in the trappings of mystery. The widespread knowledge of magic never reached the Europeans untill the dawn of the 20th century. The actual USE of magic has been around in some form or another over the millenia. Jesus the Seconds claim to have ressurected magic is more of a "al gore invented the internet" idea; certain people subscribe to his truths, others know differently.

Mechanically, Its GURPS Magic RAW. NOthing much more to explain.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)14:30 No.2967057 >>2966179 >>Notably, with the strengthening of the African Unity, slavery did not so easily become as rampant. I don't get it. The people of africa united and decided that they suddenly didn't want to sell their slaves to the europeans?

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)14:35 No.2967083 >>2967057 I'm guessing they suddenly went all 20th century and abolished it entirely or sumthing. Dunno, a wizard did it because the white man is the root of all evil.

Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)14:58 No.2967177

>>2967057
Actually, it makes sense. If the African tribes weren't dicking each other over by raiding fellow tribes for slaves to sell to European buyers, slavery wouldn't have been nearly as prevalent. Either by banding together against a perceived threat, or being incorporated into one very powerful tribe, if they weren't selling off their own citizens the practice would have been low key. It wasn't like the Europeans were going into the jungles and grabbing blacks; they just paid the Africans to do that, who were happy to be doubly rewarded: they got European goods, AND their ancestral competitors were weakened.

Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)15:02 No.2967200

>>2967177
It does make sense - in theory. In practice, we've seen that even in the quite expansive african nations, tribal divisions still apply. Every now and then, as you no doubt have noticed, we get a bout of genocide when tribe Gnubululu gets a bunch of machetes and starts maiming everyone from the tribe Dasasaga. More often than not, national borders, whichever they might be, are quite happily ignored.

Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)15:12 No.2967242

>>2967200
This is why a perceived threat would really help, whether or not it actually exists. As a Hatfield, you can afford to let that bastard McCoy live a while longer when the injuns want all your scalps. Plenty of time to give him what he's got coming when the tribes have settled down.

That, or a tribe with comprehensive integration policies. I'm thinking something like the Turks and how they had the Janissaries.

Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)16:14 No.2967481

>>2966253
Yeah, what IS going on there? The Middle East was a pretty low-key area during WWI, but there WAS the Ottoman Empire.

And if you were still looking for more enemies, you could have desert nomads who "walk" just below the surface of the sand. Something like Fremen.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)17:09 No.2967785

>>2967083
Well, this is pulp, so it doesn't sound so hokey as that. The unification of Africa happened over a long period of time. With shamans communicating on the Astral plane, there was always a stronger sense of community for the tribes. It wasnt "this guy is my tribal enemy" it was "this guy over here is from another tribe. Im gonna give him the stinkeye, and thats about it"

So when europe comes over and starts to colonize, they're defending their lands from the strangers, LEARNING from their technology, and generally sending up a big FUCK YOU EUROPE as far as diplomacy goes. So while slaves were still taken, like
>>2967177
says, there's less infighting, and more of a unified defense going on.

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)17:16 No.2967829
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>>2967481
I'm not runing a historical campaign here, I'm running a pulp mish-mash of everything cool I can find. Other than a few games of CIV4, I've never heard much about the middle East in WW2(aside from the Armenian genocide, thank you Serj Tarkenian) SO you know what?

Germania invaded South and east. They avoided their actual enemies for awhile(like Western Europe and Africa) and they ran over every small village and community that had a few warm bodies in it. Then they raised the dead, made a munitions depot or farming complex, put up a sign that said "ours" and fucked over the next little guy they could find.

These are BAD guys, driven to find the most efficient method possible of strengthening themselves against their enemies. They arent as organized as the communists, and they dont have the unity of the NRE, so they make slaves do their hard labor and use devil-powered magic cuz its cheaper.

Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)18:12 No.2968146

>>2967829
>>they ran over every small village and community that had a few warm bodies in it. Then they raised the dead, made a munitions depot or farming complex, put up a sign that said "ours" and fucked over the next little guy they could find.
That's both pretty cool and rather amusing (well, the "ours" sign at least).

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)18:22 No.2968219 >>2967829 >>I'm running a pulp mish-mash of everything cool I can find This gives me an idea... will post it once I've developed it further.

Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)18:57 No.2968411

>>2968219
Rough draft, here we go. Choose 1 or more options from the first list, and combine with 1 or more options from the second list. The third list is optional.

Time
Mobster
Ghost
Sky
Space
Robot
Bear
Cyborg
Lesbian
Laser
Mutant
Kung Fu
Invisible
Viking
Chainsaw
Techno
Psychic

Bears
Aliens
Nazis
Vampires
Communists
Zombies
Dinosaurs
Ninjas
Pirates
Jesus
Cowboys
Lolis
Demons
Nuns
Monkeys
Sharks
Wizards
Bees

on Fire
from Hell

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)19:01 No.2968436 >>2968411 Link is relevant. http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NinjaPirateZombieRobot

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)19:07 No.2968466 >>2967829 The Ottomans, fagget

>>	Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)19:10 No.2968493 File :1226275852.gif-(19 KB, 298x374, 1184038953881.gif) >>2968466 >>fagget Wow, you can't spell. Bwahahahahahahah!

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)19:11 No.2968495 >>2968411 rolls Phychic Cowboys Vs. Kung Fu Nazis That's my campaign.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)19:13 No.2968511 >>2968495 I want to play it

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)19:15 No.2968519 >>2968493 Wow, you're a fucking retard. Bwahahahahahahah!

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)19:20 No.2968544 >>2968495 Yeah, I'll probably make it into a table eventually.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)19:46 No.2968670 >>2968519 And YOU have contributed jack shit to this thread!

>>	GURPSfag 11/09/08(Sun)19:55 No.2968713 As much as I hate to point this out, lolis aren't very conductive to a pulp setting. I recommend replacing it with WW2 Ace.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)20:02 No.2968739 >>2968713 Despite the subject of the thread, the lists were made to generate awesome, not necessarily of the pulp variety. With one or two adaptations (yours especially), it fits pulp well, though.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)21:09 No.2969060 >>2966209 >“all pure christian hearts to join the cause of righteousness or be utterly destroyed in the name of God” Seems pretty OOC for Jesus.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)22:04 No.2969399 >>2969060 Based on: >>Jesus the Second's claim to have resurrected magic is more of a "al gore invented the internet" idea; certain people subscribe to his truths, others know differently. Seems like this Jesus might not be entirely legit.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)22:31 No.2969550 Space Communists vs Techno Bears

>>	Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)22:34 No.2969571 >>2969399 sincerely, the party actually shot him in the head eventually and asked "Why is there wires and shit in his head? Is he bleeding microchip? what the hell?"

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)23:22 No.2969813 Ghost Bees vs Bear Bears Fuck, I really don't know who'll win.

>>	Anonymous 11/09/08(Sun)23:31 No.2969869 >>2969813 I really don't care, I just want to see the fight. I'd bet on the Bear Bears though. There's a reason Bear was in both lists.

>>	Anonymous 11/10/08(Mon)02:12 No.2970712 >>2966213 >>Russian Soul Wall Would hear more of this.

>>	Anonymous 11/10/08(Mon)03:34 No.2971077 >> "al gore invented the internet" idea al gore provided the MEANS for the internet to be made (ie. money) this is an important distinction most men in power like to ignore, so that they can better entertain ideas of gradoise and narcissism.

>>	Anonymous 11/10/08(Mon)12:29 No.2972771 bump

Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/10/08(Mon)17:02 No.2974283
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Holy shit this thread is still alive

>>2970712
The Soul Wall is the Russian answer to incursion. Unveiled December 5 1917, it sprang forth between the warring factions of Russia and Germania. Slicing through the front lines, it's infernally hot flames seared all life it touched, separating the two armies and ensuring a peaceful truce with the Germanian forces. Sources debated it's true nature in magic for months.

On January 9, 1918, the soul wall expanded again, and Russian soul-catchers were unable to hide their secret to the expanding college of worldwide sorcerers. Every natural mage and adept felt the pull of the Russian mystics magic that day, tugging at the raw stuff of their souls. The only souls that were collected though, were the newly slain Germanian forces purged from Africa the night previous.

Formally, the Soviet Union proclaimed that "reparations for the dead of our nations will be paid by the nations of the forces that took those lives."

"We will own your dead."

>>	Anonymous 11/10/08(Mon)17:23 No.2974382 There's moar coming, right?

>>	Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/10/08(Mon)17:27 No.2974404 >>2974382 yeah, sessions 3-5 are still being re-written, and tonight, we play again!

>>	Anonymous 11/10/08(Mon)17:27 No.2974405 >>2974283 Okay, now that is friggin' badass.

>>	Anonymous 11/10/08(Mon)17:28 No.2974415 >>2974404 Did anything /tg/ posted end up being helpful for figuring out what else to throw at the party?

>>	Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/10/08(Mon)17:30 No.2974421 >>2974415 Sort of. But fear not! You guys helped me re-consolidate some old documents! All was not a loss!

>>	Anonymous 11/10/08(Mon)21:49 No.2975842 "Look out Sarge, the Reds just launched another swarm of Chainsaw Bees!

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