Posts Tagged ‘Ancient Trifles’

Well, dinner from two nights ago was something I found online called Marinated Miso Chicken with Pan Sauce. It was yummy but it didn’t look like what it did in the author’s picture.  Then again, I had to do some substitutions and what not. 😐  The one good thing was that Grendal’s father apparently said that if I keep cooking like this, no one will want to eat his food.  That made me feel great but I also felt a little bad…..this is the guy that plays Santa at the family get togethers. D:  But yeah, here be the picture of dinner from two nights ago:

Nothing spectacular.  I was starving and grabbed my camera before diving in, so the presentation isn’t anything special.  Tonight, though, I’m making something called Ganmodoki.  It’s tofu, something that I usually don’t eat but with Grendal’s parents wanting to go vegetarian and eventually vegan I decided to try my hand at tofu meals.  Here’s to hoping it come out okay.

In other news I think my homemade shampoo gave me an allergic reaction of some sort yesterday.  I tried out a new mixture with and I think something in it reacted to my skin.  Oddly enough it didn’t itch and the only way I noticed was because Grendal pointed it out.  Parts of my skin were turning bright red, which made it stand out because I’m a pale little chick, and it looked like I had dried stage blood on me.  I had Grendal take pictures to keep note of it and the marks went away within an hour or so.  I dumped out my newest mixture and made some more, omitting the addition of  rosemary and limiting the amount of powdered cinnamon because those were the newest ingredients and my original ‘recipe’ didn’t have me breaking out.  Besides that my hair is doing great. 🙂  I’m still going through a detox phase and so is Grendal, but he’s not too happy about it. :p  He says he’ll give it another week or so and if things haven’t changed, he’s going back to shampoo.  Me?  I’m stubborn and will try and stick it out a while longer.

On the gaming front things are starting to pick up speed.  The group finally got through the setup of the whole story, in which they got together, tracked down a horn, and then signaled the coming of Ragnarok.  Now they’re tromping off to find a son of Zeus that could over throw the Olympic Pantheon and if all of that goes down alongside Ragnarok, who know what will happen to the mortals.  Yes, the group has disappeared into their first cave and picked up a companion in the form of a wolf cub.  It was a gamble that they’d take it along with them but Grendal’s character took a liking to the pooch and decided to tote it around.  In reality the wolf cub is a juvenile Gold Dragon.  I wasn’t planning on having another dragon companion for the group but Gigs made the comment about this game having another Merrick and I decided to throw in the possibility of another one, albeit one that isn’t just hatching.  I finally have a name for the sucker too: Kalith.  It’s Draconic for courage which fits a Gold Dragon perfectly!

In other gaming news, around Halloween time I’m hoping to take a break so Cantropos can do a little Delta Green game in honor of the spooky holiday! 😀  I love that game and have been itching to play it ever since finding out last Friday was HP Lovecraft’s 120th birthday(or something like that).  Grendal, Dame, and myself are the only ones in the group that have played the game before, besides Cantropos obviously.  Grendal isn’t too fond of the insanity rolls but enjoys the game but Dame just doesn’t like it for some reason.  Gigs and Renny are interested and I think Cantropos would enjoy running the game, especially since he had an idea or two by the end of the night.

Halo Reach stuff is starting flow out, which is making me a happy little gamer.  I’m loving the live action stuff they’re putting out but some other people in the Halo community aren’t too thrilled about it.  Why?  Not enough action and explosions.  Thinking about it I can understand because Halo is an action game.  You run around with all sorts of firearms and destroy the aliens in your path.  Reach, though, is something new.  This is the start of the Human-Covenant war in the series, which means there isn’t much in the way of explosions and outright kick assery(woo, new word).  The first live action thing was pretty much what was happening to different people on Reach the day before the attack happened.  Here’s a copy from youtube:

I don’t think it’s bad.  I mean, people are doing their normal thing which is to be expected.  Everything is hunky dory.  Today Kotaku had a video called ‘Deliver Hope’ up, which is the next live action thing for Halo Reach.  It’s pretty nifty and has the explosions people were hoping for.  My only gripe(big surprise, I have a gripe) is that Kat doesn’t have the mechanical arm like she has in the game.  I can understand not being able to duplicate it, but it just irked me for some odd reason.  Here be the video:

Here is an interesting bit that Kotaku had: “Starting on Aug. 29, the Deliver Hope campaign kicks off for real, with the live-action short hitting a multitude of networks including CBS, NBC, FOX, MTV, Spike TV, Comedy Central, SyFy, ESPN, F/X, TNT, TBS, Discovery Channel, G4, and more.”  It’ll be nice seeing it on TV and hoping there is more to it. 🙂

Last Friday I watched a ViDoc for the game called “A Spartan Will Rise” with my usual Friday crew.  Grendal made a comment along the lines of “Why is Cortana in this game?”  Listening to the voice over, it was Cortana’s voice but it sounded off in some way and I couldn’t place it.  I had my suspicions but didn’t say anything.  In the end, though, it wasn’t Cortana who was speaking but Dr. Halsey!  I pointed out to the guys that the speech patterns were different between Halsey and Cortana, which would make sense since Cortana is an AI and looks and sounds like her maker(Halsey) but is totally different.  🙂  Holy crap, here be the ViDoc:

So yes, all is well and I’m counting down the days until September 14 so I can get my grubby little paws on that freakin’ game!


Eros was nervous.  Even hidden under a glamor and beneath dusty clothes he could be found out, if people knew what to look for.  It had been many, many years since he had taken form and walked amongst humans.  Ever since the worship of Aphrodite his image in the eyes of humans had been altered.  The wanton woman had produced a son much akin to himself: a winged being with a power over love and beauty.  Eros, much to his own delight, drew upon the more animalistic facets of love and could easily out shine the blond child, but he had been cast aside like the other Protogenoi.  Now this impostor was running around claiming authority in such things while still a child.

Might as well have a little fun,’ Eros thought with a smile.  He pulled down the hood of his cloak, hiding his face with even deeper shadows as he snaked through the crowded streets of Pythiria.  The temple of Cupid was within sight as were the boy god’s followers.  As he grew closer Eros could feel the power that the deity wielded, even though only his spirit was present.  Eros knew that what he was about to do would only cause anger and battle between the Protogenoi and the Olympians but they had their hands full with Zeus’s problems….there would be no need to listen to a boy god’s complaints.

Eros stepped over the threshold of Cupid’s temple and steadied himself against the sudden force of the god’s power.  He could see the shadow of the god flitting about, his movements betraying the fact that he was nervous.  Eros slipped into a throng of followers and clerics alike, and let himself be jostled around in the group’s merriment.  He met the stone eyes of Cupid’s statue, waiting to see them flicker with life as the boy god’s shadow entered it.  Eros heard the first gasp of surprise from one of the followers as the blue eyes shimmered with existence.  At that moment Eros removed the gloves from his hands and took hold of the people on either side of him.  Within a heartbeat the power Eros had spread through out the mob, causing those within the throng were quickly giving in to the temptation of flesh and leaving Eros standing alone and staring at the statue of Cupid.

‘How dare you!’

You take credit for my work, boy; they will think nothing of this.’ Eros thought with a smile.

You will pay…

The Olympians are occupied with their troubles, as are the Asgards.  Let us Protogenoi try and fix what you have ruined once again.’  Eros left the temple, ignoring the angry threats that echoed in his mind from the young god.  He could sense the ones Lachesis had instructed him to find.  They were an odd group and what worried him even more was that one of the chosen had to be retrieved from his home.  He had been guaranteed that all he had to do was get the group to meet and point them in the right direction.  Then the Sisters would take control along with a Goddess of the Asgards.  Eros had been surprised that one of the Asgards agreed to help but it seemed reasonable that not everyone would want the end to come.

Eros maneuvered through the crowded street heading towards the center of the city where the oracles and prophets were.  Those around him paid little attention to the cloaked man they say; he appeared to be nothing more than a blind oracle himself.  The moment he came close to an oracle he placed a hand on them and whispered his message.  Eros could see the glow in the oracle’s eye and the shock on their face as they realized they had heard the voice of a god.  He continued doing this as he moved past every oracle and prophet.

Now I wait.

Here are the bare bones of the upcoming Ancient Trifles game.  Pretty much just a rough idea of monsters and side story hooks.  Grendal has asked if the group could be gestalt (two classes at once) and I will admit that it is tempting.  I’ve agreed to allow it, though I am taking a note from one of his earlier games.  During that game the party (myself and three others) were kidnapped an knocked out.  When we woke up not only had we been horribly mutilated in the terms of grafts being placed on us but we suddenly had more abilities, ie we were suddenly gestalt.  I’m thinking that, at some point, the two gods pushing the group through this journey will give them this new class once the realize the hardships facing them.  So it’s essentially out of mercy and fear that they’ll fail in the quest.  All I know is that it has to be before they hit the dessert.

Anywho, here is the info and the books they appear in just in case anyone is curious or doesn’t know what I’m talking about.  Then again most of this is self explanatory. (more…)

I’ve been slowly working on the list of monsters for my upcoming DnD game.  Looking at it, it seems rather short considering that this game has the potential of reaching ‘epic’ level.  The Deities and Demigods book has some monster ideas for both the Olympian side and about 3 for the Asgards but the list seems to be lacking.  I threw in a bunch of Fae that weren’t mentioned and added in Elves and Dwarfs, including their underdark/subterranean counterparts, mainly due to the fact that Norse myths do mention Dark Elves, so I decided Drow and Deurger would be a great to throw in to the mix.  One thing that I know I’m going to do is have Dragons running about as well as Half-Dragons (still need to really explain Merrick).  I love using them in the game, especially when they’re not necessarily there for the players to fight/kill.  I know there was a race of monsters that Zeus messed with that had like 100 arms and what not(so forgot what they’re called)….Oh! Scratch that, Grendal pulled out the Epic Level Handbook and pointed me to the creature: the Hecatonchires. According to 3ed rules, it’s a CR 57 but Grendal says they could take it out if they ever reached level 30…..which I hope doesn’t happen because that means this will be another year long game. @_@

The BIG thing about this game is the fact that I’m going to be having beings walking around that are the children of some God or Goddess.  I already have the son of Zeus as a major part and I know for a fact that I want to even things out, so I’ll need to read up on the Asgards to figure out a good deity to father or mother a half god. 🙂  Thanks to the Magic of Incarnum I have a neat idea of how the average joe might be able to identify these deity descendants if they’re looking for ’em: glowing eyes, for one, but I can’t think of much else.  I’m thinking sparks or crackling electricity for those descendant from Zeus or Thor.  I know for anyone related to any of the deities of love and beauty would be very charismatic and what not.

I have a lot to do for that game still… make a map and figure out city names. 😐  Luckily we have a few weeks before we start playing, so its all good.

On another note, Futurama’s new episodes aired last night.  I had some good chuckles but its no surprise that it was AS good as the original stuff.  I enjoyed it but Grendal was disappointed.  Ah well.  Lets hope they can redeem themselves in his eyes, lol.

Well, my little mini game ended last night.  The group was a little pokey again but not as bad.  Cantropos and Dame Gris found my zombie gardeners hilarious, which made me happy.  The group managed to stay away from my undead dragon, though there was a slight chance Ry’s Ranger and Grendal’s Paladin/Monk would attack it on the spot(they came back the next day, ie after the game).

What made me happy was the ending of it.  The group had a huge decision: kill the good Necropolitan, ending the budding relationship with the kidnapped girl, or kill the evil Sorcerer.  It took about half an hour of discussing and question asking, and a failed Turn Undead attempt by our Cleric, before an agreement was made.  Since the Necropolitan had done nothing wrong and just wanted to run away with the girl, the group let them run off(though there was much grumbling from the Cleric).  Cantropos challenged the Sorcerer to a duel out front and Renny’s Cleric followed.  Renny’s character was attacked by the Sorcerer (the guy pretty much grabbed Renny’s heart via magic, giving him a heart attack).  Cantropos knocked the Sorcerer out in one hit, saving Renny’s life.  At this point Gigs’ character came down and said he could destroy the Sorcerer.  The group dragged the body to the front yard and Gigs’ summoned a small fire elemental and had it attack the Sorcerer.  Unfortunately the Sorcerer was still alive (something Gigs’ character didn’t know).  The Sorcerer woke up, screaming in pain, and managed to cast a teleport spell, thus escaping the group.

So, in the end, the undead man and the kidnapped girl lived happily ever after but the Sorcerer is still at large.  The group was disappointed though they are interested in searching for the guy at a later date.

You know what this means??  In a few weeks we’ll be starting the Deities campaign! 😀  It also means I need to kick my butt in gear and start mapping out the world and what not.  >w<  This will be most awesome!  Gigs tried to make me promise that there won’t be another Merrick character (my baby red dragon, I’ll tell her story in a future post) but I honestly can’t.  Merrick was created on a whim and pretty much evolved into something greater!

Many would believe that Tartarus was a damned place, a dungeon for those who were meant to be forgotten.  To those living there, the ancient Gods and over looked creatures of old, it was a safe haven and a window to the cosmos.  It lay beneath the realm of Hades and it was only he who had access to Tartarus without seeking consent from the inhabitants.

She wore a crescent moon on her brow, held in place by a delicate metal chain against pale skin.  In her midnight hair sat the twinkling lights of countless stars and within her eyes sat the knowledge of time.  Even lounging amongst plush pillows, complacent in her current state of comfort, the Goddess Nyx still had the air of authority only a primeval spark of consciousness could command.  She studied Atropos and Clotho as they hurried towards her, noting the worried glances her other children exchanged at the sight; something was amiss.

“Greetings, my daughters,” Nyx announced, rising to her feet.  “Where is your third?”

Atropos bowed her head slightly, a motion mimicked by Clotho.  The boisterous talking that had been prevalent only seconds before died to hushed whispers as the eldest of the Moirae spoke.  “Detained, Mother…”

“Why?” Nyx asked as she approached her daughter.

Taking in a deep breath Atropos met Nyx’s gaze, “A problem has risen within the fabric of time…”

“There has been movement,” Clotho added.

Nyx narrowed her eyes slightly, “What do you mean?”

“Someone has tampered with the strings, Mother,” Atropos explained.  She ignored the whispers and the shocked gasps from her siblings, keeping her calm like she always had.  The job of the Moirae had been simple and until that very moment, without problems.  “I believe it was one of our own.”

Apate was the first to speak, or rather loudest of those speaking.  “One of us?  Why not one of the fellow spinners?  All know that no one is allowed in that sanctum.”

Clotho turned around, her eyes wild with fury.  “Who, besides Lachesis, is absent from this feast?”  Silence fell over the group and the Gods gazed at each other with wonder.

It was Eros who rose to his feet, commanding attention with such a simple movement but nothing less was expected from the God.  “Is it not your daughter Eris and her brood?”

Nyx bristled at the comment.  “What has she done?”

Atropos swallowed hard, “She has moved one of the strings, setting off our plans for many lifetimes. . . . Lachesis is seeing what can be done.”

“Destroy the human, here and now,” Nyx spat.  “Even though Eris is my own, I will not allow her to change things on a whim.”

“But mother-” Clotho and Atropos spoke in unison.

Nyx raised her hand, silencing them both.  “No!  It is known that we cannot move the strings once they’re in place; it is easier to destroy the life.”  The doors to the dining hall opened, causing all attention to turn to the meal’s late arrival.  Lachesis trotted down the walkway, her face flushed and her eyes wild with joy.  “What?  A smile in the face of such news?”

“I have fixed Eris’ tampering,” Lachesis said with a joyful sigh.

“How?” Nyx asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“While we cannot re-weave, I am able to rewrite the man’s future and the future of those around him.”

Eros strolled forward, a smile tugging on his lips.  “And how have you managed this?”

Lachesis stood beside her mother before turning to her siblings, “Our brethren on Mount Olympus and their comrades, the Asgard, believe their time is coming to an end….as well as the time of the humans.”  A mixture of laughter and sorrow erupted from the primeval deities.  “They are sitting aside, waiting for the end while the humans suffer from negligence.  One human, though, has heard this from the mouths of Gods and Eris had manipulated his thread so he would die without another soul knowing the fate of their world.  I have made it so this man can aid in the humans survival, as well as setting peace amongst the Asgard and the Olympians.”

“This is a rather large undertaking, daughter,” Nyx replied.  “How do you suggest this happens?”

“We are the oldest beings on earth, and we hold more powers then they can imagine.” Eros smiled.  “Let me plan this, dear sister, and I promise that the skies will be calm from this night on.”

Nyx nodded, “So be it.”

Alvis’ body ached as he took in a deep breath and regained the feeling in his body.  His clothes felt damp, his mouth dry, and his mind reeled from what he had seen.  Alvis opened his eyes wide and, for a moment, he didn’t hear his name being called nor the knocking at the door.  Pain lanced through his body as Alvis pushed himself to his feet and staggered to the door.  There was no sound of thunder, no pouring rain.

How long has it been?’ Alvis thought.  There was nothing but sunlight as Alvis opened the door and he shied away for an instant, a hand over his eyes to block out the pain.

“You are alive!”

Alvis recognized the voice and squinted against the harsh light, seeing a familiar shadow slowly taking form of a young female centaur.  “Caitlyn?”

“We haven’t seen you in a fortnight.”  Caitlyn spoke with the thick accent any centaur had when they spoke the human language.  Alvis had could barely tell himself that she was pretty; she was wild, her hair a rusty color and her skin tanned from living in the sun.  Her lower body appeared painted, the auburn fur sprayed with block splotches as if someone had flicked their paint brush at the poor girl.  “What happened?”

The question brought Alvis out of his daze and Caitlyn’s first statement sunk in.  “Fourteen days?”

Caitlyn nodded.  “We thought you had gone to the human village for your necessities but when no one spotted you on your return, we began to worry.  Brogan ventured to the village-”

“Brogan?” Alvis asked, his lip curling in confusion.  “He barely knows the human tongue.”

“He is a strong warrior,” Caitlyn replied, “and he could protect himself if the humans sought to do him harm.”  Alvis nodded with a shrug, lowering his eyes; they still hadn’t adjusted to the sunlight yet.  “Where were you, Alvis?  What kept you away for so long?”

“I wish I knew…”  Alvis’ voice trailed off as he raised his eyes to Caitlyn.  As if by magic his vision cleared and he looked past the centaur.  What had once been an open field now looked like an orchard of apple trees.  Hanging from each branch were apples, sparkling gold in the midday son.  “By the gods,” Alvis breathed, stumbling out of his home and past Caitlyn.  With a trembling body he raised his hand and wanted to touch the golden fruit, but his mind went to work and brought forth information on such a sight.  Alvis pulled away from the tree as if the plant would strike him.

Caitlyn trotted over to Alvis’ side, eying the young human and the tree.  “You fear this?”

Alvis nodded slowly, “These things bring nothing but strife.  Has anyone from you clan touched them?”

“No,” Caitlyn replied.  “We thought they were your doing and knew better then to touch one of your relics.”

“Good.”  Alvis rubbed his cheek, feeling for the first time the facial he had grown over his lost time.  “Tell your clan that these are not to be touched in the slightest….I need to see if I can burn this whole orchard to the ground.”

Caitlyn’s brown eyes grew wide.  “Burn it?  But it’s food.”

“Not when the bringer is Eris.”