Hey, you remember when I wrote that article about making what you love and pouring enough of yourself into it that people who like it like you? And it was made in response to all the bitching and moaning that was coming out of the Warhammer community about the culture wars and that people were making a new game to better capitalize both on the breakup of the fandom and to make something they enjoyed?
I don’t have to like it, mind. There’s no gun to my head to play it. But I spent some serious time digging into it recently and I’ve just kind of settled on the fact that it isn’t my cup of tea. I want to explain why, though, because I’m not just jerking a knee as a response to drama.
First, I don’t like the real world setting. Part of it is the subtle sense of Christbashing I feel from reading some of the fluff, but it actually goes deeper than that. I think the bigger issue is that it doesn’t use the real world effectively.
There’s a spectrum to this stuff, obviously. The 7th Sea RPG (particularly the early edition but the new one is as well) is inspired by the real world, but makes a point to file the names off. Germany is Eisen, Poland is the Sarmatian Commonwealth, the Ottomans are the Crescent Empire, England is Avalon, and boy is there some goofy stuff going on in Inismore, fantasy Ireland. It’s different from the real world, but it isn’t shy about wearing its inspirations on its sleeves. Legend of the Five Rings does the same, but for its Asian setting. The real world in games like LotFP and Call of Cthulhu plays a more active role, but it also has a purpose: it makes the horror work. The fact that you’re being attacked by monsters in a world so very much like your own normal world is what adds tension to the story.
But Trench Crusade doesn’t dive into the world outside of the war enough to play up the horror angle. Everything sucks, and while it’s clear what people are fighting against, it’s not clear what the people who are fighting the Devil are fighting for. It’s funny, because the game tries to be an alternative to Warhammer 40K and runs into the most critical Warhammer problem: there can’t only be war. There’s never only anything. There’s got to be stories and food and jokes and logistics and family and honor and all the other things that humans do besides stab themselves with spears. War recontextualizes, but it doesn’t completely erase. Warhammer is at its best during the Horus Heresy, because, yeah, you got the super-human super-soldiers fighting the giant space demons, but at the same time it’s sad because they wanted to be farmers. Trench Crusade doesn’t have a world beyond the trench. There’s all this implied technological innovation and shocking reversals in fortune, but the lives of average civilian seem too distant. If I can’t imagine a Ciaphas Cain in Trench Crusade, it’s going to be inferor to Warhammer 40k.
Trench Crusade has some sick art, but it gets samey fast, almost to the point where I feel some of the art has to be generated by AI. The same poses, the same “hands nailed to shield,” the same blood and dirt, the same armor and guns mashup from a dozen other art projects… I mean, I’m sure they’re going for a “there are no good guys” angle that Warhammer took, but at least the factions in Warhammer looked distinct. Even the Space Marines, with the same damn pauldrons and stocky build, came in Viking flavor and Ancient Egyptian flavor and “covered in human skin” flavor.
And honestly, the AI art thing is something I’m noticing more and more. I made the comment about D&D 6E’s art looking like it came from an AI art generator, but I feel like there is something deeper going on. I read a news story recently about how Go players were developing new strategies at a faster rate because advances in AI made playing against a computer harder and harder and Go players had to innovate to stay ahead. I think in the same way corporate artists are being influenced by AI art to be more in line with what the AI is making. There was drama recently about WotC using AI art in one of their books they put out, and I think artists are responding to the threat of AI art by creating art in the same style that business owners want to see. I’m sure the artist who made the Trench Crusade art is a hard working, diligent, and creative artist, but there’s a sense where even if there’s a human hand drawing on a real canvas, AI is still seeping into the work.
In some ways I guess I’m having the same reaction to Trench Crusade as I had towards Diablo 2 the first time I played it. Diablo 2 was gory. Dudes on spikes, fighting demons in the basement of an Arabic mosque, fighting the Devil… all of it was a bit much when I played it as a kid. I was a little freaked out by Necromancer, not gonna lie. Now, as an adult who has to pay taxes, I’m a little numb to the ultra-violence. I also main Necromancer when I jump back into Diablo, funnily enough. But when I look at Trench Crusade, I just kind of shutter and shrug and ask “why?” Warhammer gets a pass because I’m nostalgic, but Trench Crusade is too new and I’m not interested in getting invested in it.
But hey, I linked the game in the article, go check it out if interest. As for me, I’ll probably just keep thinking about running Dark Heresy and if any of my players say what I add to the setting isn’t canon, I’ll strip them naked and hunt them in the woods like an animal. You know, usual DM stuff.
I wrote this article about a year ago and it’s been sitting in the bin for a good long while. It’s been in the bin for so long, in fact, that I don’t think this article even mentionsSpace Marine 2, Our Golden Age (OGA, the new UVG), or Dungeons & Dragons 6th Edition. I feel like there has been some major gaming news and I don’t talk about it here. I’ve gone through and removed much of the content relating to me complaining about not finishing the article, which apparently is how I start all my writing projects, but I’ve kept a lot of the mechanics analysis and game indexing.
In a past article, I had a paragraph about tracking ammo for a six shooter. I was talking to a friend and I realized that the mechanic actually has more meat on the bones than I realized. But, in typical Caravaneer fashion, I have to take a running leap into the topic.
The Coolest Game I’ve Never Played
In 2008, a company called Fantasy Flight Games got the license from the suddenly defunct Black Industries to develop a role playing game in the Warhammer 40k world called Dark Heresy. From 2008 to 2017, Fantasy Flight created a number of different settings and systems for the game and expanded the scope from investigators in the Inquisition to everything from space-faring merchant-marine Rogue Traders to Chaos-worshiping warlords. The core mechanic was a percentile system with advancements adding or subtracting multiples of ten to the role, and a combat mechanic called Righteous Fury that allowed you to continue to reroll tens on damage dice. In 2010, they released Deathwatch.
As an aside, sometime in 2012, your humble author presumably ran afoul of some kind of pagan practitioner of dark and obscene magicks and every time I touched the Dark Heresy core rulebook ill fortune and disaster befell the group I intended to run it for. I can skim the PDFs alright, but if I even begin to imagine that I could run a session of DH, people get fired from jobs, lose longtime girlfriends, get into car wrecks. One guy’s apartment caught on fire right before a game started. As one friend who was supposed to play in a DH session told me after I came to jump his car after it died before a potential game of DH, “I’m not superstitious, but [the Curse] scares me.”
Deathwatch was designed from the start to be a combat slog; players played Space Marines who were optimized both lore-wise and mechanically to be excellent at shooting and stabbing the enemies of mankind. Sessions were divided into explicit “missions” with tactical goals for players to complete. At the start of each mission, one player would be chosen as the team leader, who was responsible for a mechanic known as “cohesion.” Cohesion points could be spent to move players from “solo mode,” where they had abilities based on their chapter and specialization, to “squad mode,” where the leader could announce an action (sometimes a special action that other players could normally perform) and the other players could opt into performing that action in addition to their own turns.
For example, let’s say there was a stealth mission where the squad had to sneak into an enemy bunker and plant demo charges. The players talk among themselves and decide to let the Raven Guard player, the Space Marine chapter who specializes in stealth, be the squad leader for this mission. The Raven Guard player doesn’t have the greatest Fellowship Bonus (the charisma analog in Fantasy Flight Warhammer games and the attribute that determines cohesion), but does have access to a special squad mode that helps with stealth. During the mission, the Raven Guard player spends cohesion to activate his squad mode ability, everyone chooses to take the action, everyone passes, and the group is able to sneak into the bunker and plant the charges. This system actually fed well into another system in Deathwatch called Cohesion, which represented how well the different characters worked together in the squad, with low Cohesion meaning everyone wants to use their special thing to do the mission, a way to foster “role” playing in a very “roll” play heavy game.
The Fantasy Flight system would go through some major changes over the years, and in 2014 they would begin work on the second edition. Fantasy Flight made the decision to organize their game development somewhat like video game development: they released a “beta” of the rules and allowed members of their forum to make comments and suggestions to improve it. However, the first beta release was such a departure from the old rules that players felt that the old content they were used to would be invalidated in the new direction Fantasy Flight was going and proceeded to complain loudly in beta feedback and forum posts. Ultimately, Fantasy Flight appeased the fans and made the decision to remove much of the new (and arguably needed) content and returned to many of the old system rules. Fantasy Flight would lose the rights to Warhammer after a handful of releases for 2nd Edition and Games Workshop transferred their roleplaying rights to Cubicle 7 Games. Their Dark Heresy successor, Imperium Malidictum, released in 2022. It’s got some interesting elements such as the benefactor mechanic, but serves as a return to the halcyon days of old.
Okay, keep this in mind, we’re going to jackknife ourselves into a ditch.
High Speed, Low Drag, Go Fast, Kick Ass
In 2016, a game called Titanfall 2 came out. I didn’t play it then, but I picked it up on sale sometime in the last few years. It’s gained a bit of a cult following in that time, and I can say it’s completely deserved. The boots-on-the-ground pilot combat is fast and encourages zipping around the map at incredibly high speeds and the mech combat slows things down in exchange for heavy fire power. I feel safe in saying that a lot of games that came out since then took inspiration for the fast run and gun gameplay. And as with every video game I’ve ever played, I started trying to see how I could bring it to the tabletop.
Obviously, a first person shooter and a tabletop game are incompatible, primarily because the skill sets are so different. An FPS is all about reaction time, clicking on a spot on a screen as soon as it appears. Regardless of how fast-paced and frantic a game at the table might get, it never reaches a point where a player’s reflexes are at play. An argument could be made that you could incorporate a ten second hourglass timer to encourage players to make quick decisions (especially during combat and especially if you’re having problems with players focusing on combat when it’s not their turn), but this seems like punishing players for not playing the game your way, and also 5th Edition combat usually sucks. There’s a difference between making a snap decision in a tabletop combat and extreme eye-hand coordination.
The work around I could see was something like this: characters have a momentum meter, from one to six. One means you’re standing still, two means you’re moving tactically (checking corners, opening doors slowly), five means you’re at a full sprint, and six means you’re wall running and jumping around all parkour. To build up your momentum, you have to move your max speed, which for D&D 5E usually meant 30 feet a round, or six spaces on a typical “five feet a square” map. If you chose to build up momentum, your minimum speed was increased and you both unlocked and locked different kinds of actions. For example, to perform the “Aiming” action to decrease the difficulty of an attack roll was locked to Speed 1 or 2; you had to be standing still or moving slowly to aim down the sights. The action “Action Kick,” to launch a melee attack where to kick someone at full speed, in contrast, was locked to Speed 4 or above. How fast you were moving determined what kinds of actions you could take, and more importantly, what actions you couldn’t.
Ultimately, the logic was this: moving fast meant you could deal more damage, but you also took more damage, along with the danger of having to move to a place you might not want to move. Moving slower locked you out of more damaging actions, but also prevented you from taking too much damage: going to ground and ducking behind cover were slow and safe actions. Of course, there’s one serious limitation to this kind of system: you have to spend a lot of time on level design. If the players are going to make meaningful choices around speed and momentum, you can’t just put them in 30×30 square dungeon rooms. As Patrick Stewart says in Silent Titans: “Remember: in times of immediate danger, every spatial decision is also a moral decision.” You have to make urban environments with plenty of walls to run on and buildings to climb, or at least long, linear, and potentially circular levels. Games like Lancer encourage this kind of level design with the wide amount of enemy types and abilities to synergise (and I expect Icon will do it even more once it releases).
As I’m writing this, I realize there’s another issue, one that I’ve been running into as my UVG game drew to a close (something you can read about that here). The players chose to optimize speed over carrying capacity, which meant they were fast, but they had to be meticulous when tracking how many rations they have because if they made a mistake and lost a car, they were dead. This meant that some obstacles were more challenging than others. A river that was risky to drive across or switchbacks down a canyon were more threatening to them than a giant monster redwood tree or a horde of cyber-ghouls because they could just drive away from any encounter that didn’t trap them there. Likewise, if you’re running a system for players whose mechanically important choices include the ability to fuck off at mach five, how do you keep them from just saying, “Oh, guy is shooting at me? I leave.” For UVG, I have a solution below, but for “Momentum the Game,” I’d have to go back and think on it more.
There’s two games I want to call out here. The first is that for all this thinking about momentum I never really had a system put in place and polished enough to bring to the table. Imagine my surprise when a game I kickstarted, the Survivalist’s Guide to Spelunking, had a complete momentum system included in their Underdark adventure game, along with incorporating it with initiative and even segmented spellcasting, like the old days. If you’re reading the last few paragraphs and thinking “man, that sounds cool,” picking up a copy of Spelunking might be the way to go. The other game is called VeloCITY, a /tg/ homebrew system that was “designed to replicate the feel and freedom of running around an urban playground and going anywhere.” (Usually homebrew out of /tg/ is more hit than miss considering its role as an unofficial alternative to the Forge, especially in the early days. Games like Engine Heart and Los Magos Del Tiempo most definitely deserve a mention.) It uses a dice pool mechanic, but I haven’t dived into it deeply enough to talk substantially on it. However, I’d be worried that it slips into the “Pokémon Problem” of tabletop game design.
A Quick Aside: The “Pokémon Problem”
I’m not going to spend a crazy amount of time on this, but I just want to quickly touch on what I see as a common problem in amateur tabletop game design circles. I first noticed it as I was collecting and indexing homebrew systems, most evidently in people who wanted to create a Pokémon tabletop game. For people who have been living under a rock for the last thirty years, Pokémon is a video game where you capture and train creatures called Pokémon and force them to fight in battles so you can be recognized as the top dogfighter in the nation. This premise has not changed in three decades, which has let Game Freak skate on a codebase that hasn’t been updated since the early 2000s.
It’s a fun video game, but what happens is that aspiring game designers who love it decide they want to make it into a tabletop game. So they sit down and they begin making the game that everyone on earth plays first: Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition. They write about ability scores and strength checks and how to use charisma and how to fight in combat. They put in all this work, and they forget one tiny thing… they’re supposed to be making a Pokémon game! Where do the Pokémon come into it!? How does my trainer catch Pokémon? Or train them? How does battling work when the game is being run by something other than a computer? Can I do other things than battle, and if so, what are the mechanics!? One generation allowed you to put on dog shows for your Pokémon, what would the rules be for that? Another allows you to cook food for your Pokémon at a campsite, what are the rules for that? What’s the core mechanic? What’s the gameplay loop? How should a DM run a Pokemon game? Hell, from a worldbuilding perspective, what about the world changes because there are Pokémon to do all the labor, and how does that change the rules of the system? All of these questions are put by the wayside as the game designer marches on to make a shittier D&D.
When you’re inspired by something and want to bring it to the tabletop, dissecting and deconstructing what about it is so fascinating is important. Is it something you can bring to the tabletop another way?
Bullettime Mechanics
Okay, that’s a lot of words, where are we driving to? Like I mentioned in a previous post, one of the places I want to start taking the Long Rim in is towards a western vibe. I had a throwaway comment about how “at the beginning of combat, everyone places a d6 in front of them, on 6. As they make attacks, they advance the die down until they reach 1. After they reach 1, the next attack they make is their last until they spend a round to reload. At any point in the combat, they can spend a turn to reload and put the die back at 6.” It was a simple way of tracking the all important ammo counter that six guns would use. And as I mentioned, it wasn’t a particularly original mechanic: I found it used in a Dark Tower inspired indie game called We Deal in Lead. In it, you can also use Special Attacks “unique to each gun type” like “Fan the Hammer” for six guns. I was actually first inspired by the talents system in the more mechanically antiquated Western RPG Aces & Eights.
But as I was thinking about it I had an idea of melding all of these systems together. One of the common complaints surrounding D&D5E combat is that it’s hard for players to help one another, even outside of combat. Each roll is a spotlight for a single member of the party, and a player who wants to “help” gets a help action and not much else. Likewise, there are no “fastball specials” in 5E.
Everyone is a cowboy, right? Six shooters and sand dunes. When you get into the inevitable gunfight, you have more connection with the people who have the same amount of bullets in the cylinder. When you shoot a single shot, everyone who’s aiming down the sights like you gets a chance to shoot. If you’re fanning the hammer, you can all fan the hammer together. Gunfights are hectic messes, and as you play out the combat the initiative of who goes before who goes out the window. Likewise, each attack adjusts the ammo counter differently, which means you can lock certain kinds of attacks behind the ammo counter. You can’t fan the hammer if you’re not at six, and you can’t make a single snapshot if you’re not at one.
If you’re working as a team, you can all shoot in tandem, reload in tandem, all that good stuff. If you want to, however, you can break from the group to do something on your own or target a specific enemy, but that comes with the risk that the enemy might move before you or do something you don’t expect. The enemy, for his part, should always be thinking about how to disrupt the party: do they set a building on fire to see if you’ll split up? Do they try to ambush from all sides? Do they throw out a moral quandary that splits the group? Also, the less bullets in the cylinder, the more damage you take.
“This isn’t very realistic,” I hear some of you say, just above the people who are murmuring that “if you take more damage the less bullets you have, what prevents us from shooting once and then reloading” and “why can’t we make a single snap shot with a full cylinder” and yes, I agree, its not “realistic,” but at this point this article has been sitting in the box and I’m tired and I want to be done. Reading back on it now (and realizing that it could better be incorporated into another Alternative Super-Lite OSR Mechanic), it’s fine, and a building out of a movement system to go along with how guns work would be a strong step into integrating a fully fleshed out idea. But now I actually want to think about another mechanic.
The Cattle Crawl
One of the things I want to do before I go is write up some rules for the Cattle Crawl, a cattle drive where players are able to make lots of money for moving cattle from one place to another. It’s a form of travel and exploration that forces the group to move at a slower pace. One of the things I’ve been struggling with, especially as my UVG game came to a close, was the ability for players to simply leave a situation. If they got ambushed by zombie bio-weapons, they would look at each other, shrug, and then slam the gas of their post-apocalypse dune buggies and skedaddle. If they’re trying to sell a hundred head of longhorn at the next market, their ability to simply leave a situation is lessened. It also might encourage them to actually have scouts or make an effort to know what the surrounding area looks like.
Unlike the early editions of Boot Hill, Aces & Eights from Kenzer & Company had an entire section devoted to the cattle drive. These old western (westerns that are old, not old west westerns) RPGs were always concerned in making sure that players had things to do, unlike more modern rules-lite additions to the genre like Frontier Scum or The Great Soul Train Robbery. Because of the hex-based nature of the game, players would need to scout ahead, and each hex would change the quality of the cattle herd, either increasing the quality of the beef or forcing the party to deal with dangers such as wolves, poisoned water, and cattle rustlers. While this approach works well for a hex-crawl style game, a point-crawl would need to be modified slightly, though not by much.
These are the procedures for both Aces & Eights and UVG. Instead of daily, you could easily modify the procedure to the weekly scale of UVG, and instead of hexes, you could allow people to scout an area abstracted for a week to improve water and grazing checks for the beef. It also solves the problem of speed skipping encounters in UVG: you can’t just drive away from your big payday, you have to solve the problem to proceed.
A Western Index
I want to take a quick second and share some Western RPGs I’ve dug into during the research for this article. There are a lot of different games, many rules lite, but with enough time and dedication you could carve some interesting situations for your table out of them.
Boot Hill is the obvious progenitor of a lot of the genre. There were three editions, and a lot of articles in Dragon magizine included how to import and export characters from Boot Hill into the first and second editions of the Great Game. I’ve mentioned Aces & Eights, which is probably the best RPG to dig for content. Aces & Eights goes for a more traditional “alt-his” setting, with a still-around Confederacy, an independent Texas, a Mormon Deseret in Mexico, and explict Indian nations. (There was an old western setting called Wild Cards from the old 1d4chan archives that also does this, with the American Civil War being the first “world war” with mercenaries and military units from Europe and Latin America all fighting on the continent and becoming bandits when the war ends, a decimated Union and Confederacy that exist but have no power and a west that’s up for grabs. The setting is more about the Devil giving people magic guns in poker games that correspond to playing cards.)
I’m not going to talk about Deadlands.
Speaking of Mormons, go play Dogs in the Vineyard. While it might not be thematically western, the saga of being kids given guns and enforce doctrine of a theocratic state is way too much fun not to play. The escalation system is great, a lot of the DM advice is stuff I still use to this day (“…You always can tell when you’re watching a movie who’s lying and who’s telling the truth. And wouldn’t you know it, most the time the players are looking at me with skeptical looks, and I give them a little sly nod that yep, she’s lying. And they get these great, mean, tooth-showing grins — because when someone lies to them, ho boy does it not work out…”), and there are enough hacks and tweaks other people have made to make the game run smoothly. It’s not a western in that it’s not about a world that is being left behind as much as it is about a world being born on the fringes, but you can’t get away from how awesome great coats and gunslingers are.
Black Powder Black Magic is a three part “zine of six-guns and sorcery” for use in DCC style games. There’s a 0-level funnel that takes place on a train taking you west that is great, and includes mechanics for DCC like Mighty Deeds of Arms like fanning the hammer and Patrons like secret Thor in America. It also has a list of trinkets that can inform players about their characters and the game world, which is nice. I feel like I wrote something about how tables like this (especially “I loot the body” tables where you’re listing what ordinary people have in their pockets) are a way of introducing worldbuilding and lore to players. There’s stuff to steal that’s easily modifiable, though it continues to fall into the same trap that a lot of western media falls into. There’s this thing where the western can’t be played straight, that you have to add zombies and ghouls to your sixguns and showdowns for anyone to engage with it. It’s one of the reasons I’m not going to talk about Deadlands.
Frontier Scum continues the Mork-Borgification of the hobby, though I appreciate anyone who’s seen both Dead Man and Little Big Man and considers them both to be weird westerns. The world is a mess, the end is near, pain and suffering rule, and did you know you don’t need rules if you blast enough doom metal at the table? These “people” (Porkburgers, I call them) forgot that smoking weed and listening to metal at the table is the sub activity and playing the game is the main activity. Or they’re latching on to an aesthetic they don’t actually participate in, but here I am indulging in the great metalhead past time of calling other people posers. The character generation for the game is fun, with goofy choices and crimes that make for interesting characters to inflict upon the world and enough tables to actually make something gamiable at the table. I’ve mentioned in the past the variant of the OSR “Shields Shall be Splintered” rule that if a character gets hit by an attack, they can choose to ignore the damage if they lose their hat, with a luck roll after the combat is over to see if the hat survived, which is amazing. However, it’s very unabashedly about it’s own thing, so your mileage may vary.
In the Light of a Setting Sun is a 3d6 roll under attribute system that has a couple of useful tables and interesting bits. The interesting mechanic is renown, where gunfights and duels can be modified by a gunfighter’s notoriety on a dice ladder a la the Usage die from the Black Hack. I remember reading someone saying that “rules light games are actually more advanced and difficult tabletop games, not easier” and I think that’s correct. What’s really interesting is the creator is also working on a hexcrawl called the Ghosts of the Sierra Verde, “heavily based on Wolves Upon the Coast by Luke Gearing.” It’s extremely barebones and needs art, literally just pencil sketches of gunfighters, but I think if there was a group of western RPG fans just writing up their own “states” and you could drop and play in Disco Elysium inspired fake history of our world, that would be amazing.
Arizona Goes to Hell continues the Darkbad approach to the western by emphasizing the evil deadness of the Western wasteland. Apparently it was originally written for the Hateful Place, which is a roll under, three attribute, rules lite system. This rewrite brings it more in line with OSR sensibilities and includes some interesting hex-crawl events you could modify for your game along with a couple of tables that might be useful.
We Deal in Lead does the other typical western RPG thing games like to do with their setting: ask “Why didn’t Steven King just play the The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger straight? Is he stupid?” People read about knights with sixguns and the lord of Gilead and “forgot the face of their father” and were like “fucking bet.” One page RPG 21 Guns and highschooler’s notebook scribbling of band names Inevitable both build on the setting of “Dark Tower but not Dumb,” though I will admit they do miss the deeper point of King’s work by doing so. While Inevitable is a dice pool system and 21 Guns is… well, I can’t really describe what 21 Guns is (the Forge was hard on all of us), We Deal in Lead is three attribute, d20, and rules lite, with the interesting stuff buried under a lot of the usual rules these kinds of systems have. We Deal in Lead and Inevitable both have mechanics derived from “quests,” though I think Inevitable‘s are inspired from more Powered by the Apocalypse style games.
Song of the Sixgun is a much more traditional percentile game, taking inspiration more from spaghetti westerns than ghouls and goblins. It has a full six attributes with combat (fighting and shooting) being a determination between two of them. There are a couple pages of combat “moves” that might be worth taking for a homebrew combat system, and the book is full of art from old western comics that give it the pulpy feel it’s going for.
Arabian Horses, Samarkandland Camels
I was going to have a section of worldbuilding here, but I think I’ve covered some serious ground and I’m going to stop here. I still need to flesh out the Cattle Crawl mechanics, dive into some of these other western RPGs, maybe make a priority list of what’s unquie and what you can steal, add it to the worldbuilding pot I’ve been stirring for the last few articles, and baby, you got a stew going.
From a DM’s perspective, the differences between these two ways of approaching tabletop gaming are both completely valid. Understanding which elements of the game world appear diegetically from the world that the story is taking place in, and which elements are the subject to the ascetic and themes of the world, are both important to creating a world that seems real and meaningful. Each of these elements informs the other in some way, weither by offering the space where the meaning occurs or the context of the meaning itself. Tolkien can call it Mount Doom because from a story perspective it represents the ultimate evil, but that doesn’t mean the elves don’t call it Orodruin.
So, this should be a shorter blog article about some world building details about the Long Rim, ending with a problem I’ve been struggling with since the beginning, but as always, I need to signpost the entryways and exits in case of emergecy landing.
Inspirations and Iragons
In the book series Dragonriders of Pern, humanity comes to a far flung planet but eventually loses their connection to Earth through their fight with a malignant fungal force called the Red Thread. So, obviously, they do what anyone whould do in that situation: genetically modify the animals they brought with them so that they can breath fire to deal with it. After a couple thousand years where technology decays and the past is forgotten, bam, dragons in fantasy land. Fuhgeddaboudit.
In some ways this is similiar to what happens in the Long Rim. Humanity loses its connection with Earth as well, though it’s a bit more mysterious, partly because I don’t know why and partly because I want it that way. Rick Priestley, the game designer that wrote much of the early Warhammer 40k lore (alongside Andy Chambers and Jervis Johnson), said in an interview that he “left [the two forgotten legions] blank because I wanted to give the story some kind of deep background – unknowable ten thousand year old mysteries – stuff that begs questions for which there could be no answer,” which would have been great had not “some bright spark decided to use the Heresy setting – which rather spoiled the unknowable side of things.” Not everything in a setting has to be fleshed out, especially if it relates to theme and if even the most studied scholar in the setting might not know it.
There is a game-ism that the perfect first session is establishing the town/temple distcintion, that the game starts with three hexes and you roll as you need to explore. Part of this is to help the DM from spending too much time on prep that never sees the light of day, but it also creates a sense of mystery in the setting.
The planet the Long Rim exists on was colonized by an interplanetary spacing corporation a couple thousand years in the past. Think Harrison Armory from Lancer, take or leave the “anthro-chauvinism,” whatever the fuck that means. The Company built out an entire hab-complex running the radius of the planet in the dusk section of the planet. Because of the constant low light, the jungle that grew there had incredible dense foliage with dark green leaves, and both ambush predators and poisonous plants thrived in the shadowy jungle. The Company created the megastructure by using an internationally (or interplanetarily) outlawed technology: copious amounts of nanomachines.
This was a kind of hyper-green tech: usually, nanomachines are released onto the planet and alter the chemisty of everything they get into. For example, they’re able to direct the growth of trees so that some die in particular ways to make room for the gleaming white construction of the company. Nanites move through the soil to find material deposits to make resource reclamation easier. The nanomachines get in the blood of animals and alter brain chemistry and biology so that over generations they are bred to be smaller and more docile. The nanites even begin the process of transforming the elements in the air to better resemble the air on earth. When the process is completed, the biodegradable nanites shut themselves off and dissolve. Basically, nanites are magic, à la the Arthur C. Clarke quote, but this process takes decades.
However, the Company also knows the danger of nanites getting into the body and blood of humans. This is a no-go for a number of reasons, with some being that while biodegradable, these industrial nanites are still dangerous to human health, not to mention a bunch of Space Laws against using nanites as weapons of war or modifying soldier’s biochemistry. This is why the Space Company was always up to its eyeballs in regulation and oversight by the Space Government, but also why there’s such a focus on both analog and digital forms of warfare. It’s basically the sci-fi version of chemical and biological weapons: its use was outright banned in most situations, but powerful lobbying and corporate greed get in the way of it being fully enforced. And at the end of the day, kenetic warfare is still pretty neat.
When the Boar Spear happens and everybody dies, internal safety protocols embedded within MAIDEN flip the kill switch on most of the nanites on the planet, basically causing them to eviscerate themselves out of existence. Imagine the entirety of the Second World War: logistics, planning, battles, losses, rerouting forces to deal with losses, civilian deaths, decades and decades of information shoved within a single mind within milliseconds, a mind where every individual neuron is simultaneously dying in agony. And the Boar Spear lasted minutes. This is the reason that every time the Obscured Goddess reintegrates another part of her psyche it’s still screaming. It’s been screaming for more than a thosand years.
However, with the chaos of the Boar Spear, not all of the nanites were shut down. There was a rudimentary programmatic evolution built into their codebases that made most of them benign, an element of their fire and forget programming, but a lot of things went wrong that day and not every nanite was flipped off. Nowadays, most of the nanites have been modifying and changing algorithmically generated code for the last few centuries and that causes some weirdness. Some nanites are well optimized for particular “schools of magic,” and “sorcerers” often perform rituals to bring them more in line with their chosen magical school: letting certain nanite colonies live in their kidneys. There are some places where the “veil is thinner” for certain magics, namely a place where the nanites are more tuned for particular magic shenanigans.
Remember when I said that the nanites modified the brain chemistry and biology of the wildlife so that over generations they would be smaller and more docile? Yeah, that actually takes some fine tuning, and while some animals certain did succumb to the genetic editing, some animal’s bodies went into overdrive, causing them to grow larger and more aggressive. These are D&D dire animals. Not sure how I feel about this bit of fluff, namely how did the animals not all die when the Boar Spear it, but I’ll spend some time working on it, along with where all the horses came from.
A big part of the setting is that while there are sixguns and western tech stuff, the microscope won’t be invented until after players stop playing in the setting. That’s when everyone realizes that “oh the sorcerer isn’t just casting fireball they’re actually igniting all the nanites in the air” and “oh god there are nanites in everyone’s blood that can’t be good.”
There are a handful of people who, after leaving the “vaults” once the nanites made the planet habitable, live on the opposite side of the Red Mountains, though it is a hard-scrabble life. The badlands where there is still a day and night have been scrapped clean of whatever tech there was long ago, and now it serves as a hideout for outlaws and fugitives. There are always people who want to enter the desert to look for treasures, and the place is legendary in the Rim. Some say there is a city of glass at the perfect center of the desert that holds unimaginable riches. There are also countless armories under the sands that contain priceless weapons. (But no energy weapons. There are no energy weapons in Long Rim.) There are sandstorms, because there is no real vegetation or soil to prevent them from becoming massive, that seem to shallow communities whole. Though, it is these storms that reveal or awaken ancient facilities. Actually, the winds are the most important part of a more traditional tidally locked world, since the two mountain ranges that frame the Long Rim, the Red and Blue Mountains, help protect the region. What minor planetary rotation does to the weather of a previously locked planet I don’t know.
There are also wild mechs and the remnants of artificial military intelligences driven to a sort of simplistic insanity that stalk the dunes. Think the surface of Mars after the Horus Heresy. Basically, a spider tank the size of a house uparmored with electrified metal plates your sixguns can’t penetrate that has been in kill mode for a thousand years sees your camels and gives itself a digital orgasm with every kill. There was a form of evolution occurring among the tank-mechs of the desert as well, with the most effective and efficient designs overcoming the others. If only the Company had thought of that before whatever happened happened.
As for the cold side, it was used to mass cool giant computer systems. Where sunside was used as a testing ground for traditional kenetic weapons, the dark side was for digital weaponry and blacker-than-night operations. A lot of the systems that ran MAIDEN were on the dark side, exposed to the void when the Boar Spear hit. There are probably still shards of her personality out there in the massive cold that the Obsucred Goddess really wants you to go get for Her. On the dark side, there are no house sized spider tanks patrolling the dark forests, no hyperaggressive dire creatures driven to overcorrect their biology in response to the nanites fucking with their brain chemistry, no outlaw kingdoms. The danger of the dark side is that it is cold and dark and the cold and dark hates you.
Beyond the Blue Mountains is nothing. There are massive pine trees fifty feet tall with trunks too hard to cut with an axe and needles as black as night to susist on starlight. There are snow drifts that cover harsh terrain, where a poorly place foot will snap your leg in two. There are complexes from the Long Ago that are onyx black, hellishly cold, and filled with enough treasure to make you rich a hundred times over. A few attempt to reclaim rewards from the dark side of the planet. All die trying. There is no wildlife, no sound of birdsong, just the wind and stars and the universe’s hatred of you.
The Word I Was Looking For Was “Precession”
I have read so much about astronomy to figure out if a world like the Long Rim was even possible. I fell in love with the idea of a UVG map that loops that I couldn’t let it go, but I wanted my world to be grounded in reaility in some way. I didn’t want to just rehash the gonzo style of UVG, not to mention it isn’t a style I’m very good at expressing at the table. The ideas surrounding the astronomy of the setting has been the stumbling block in this entire thing. Sure, I could’ve handwaved it and said “this is the way the world works, deal with it,” but this is where the tension between hard and soft worldbuilding lives.
A good setting has both. On the one hand, the important element is the story, the theme, why the world exists at all. And much of this determines why certain things exist. If you want to tell a story about honor, you have to include the elements of honor, where they stem from, why it matters to tell a story at all. The phases of the moon likely aren’t that important to that kind of story.
But at the same time, a story that doesn’t seek to show how it mirrors reality makes for a weak story. A game like Disco Elysium could have told the story of an alcoholic cop who solves a murder as the framework of coming to grips with the misery of his life in the modern world, but something is added when the creators take the time to build out six thousand years of alternative history. Death Stranding has a little of this, hidden in the interviews and emails of a world locked inside because of a disaster. I saw this video about “worlds not desperate to explain themselves” which was interesting and relates to this point in a roundabout way.
All this to say that both sides are important to the creative process, and whatever is the thing that’s pushing you forward, listen to, and switch when needed. The Long Rim isn’t about astronomy, but astronomy is needed to fuel the Long Rim.
Pretty much every single question I had I found an answer or figured out enough terminology to make a Google search useful. It was masterful, and while I could feel my humanities legs flailing at the bottom of a hard science pool, I loved every minute of it. Whenever I have a hard science question, I just read this article until I remember that I don’t need much, just enough for the setting to make sense.
Conclusion
So yeah, this one took a while. Got a second article almost done and will get it over the finish line soon. This blog is a diary where I say fuck a lot and I’m arrogant enough to think you might want to read it.
I feel like a lot of the content falls under the fallacy of “argumentum ad nogaems,” argument from having No Games, but I promise I did have a lot of time to roll dice this summer. I have got to find a group in Texas.
So I’ve had a couple of articles in the hopper for about a year, maybe about five thousand words over a couple of different essays in the last few months. Most of my writing has been focused on my academics recently; researching and writing about religious liberalism and the Protestant Mainline in the post-war world is my primary focus, though I’ll likely drill into a particular time and place before it’s all said and done. I’ve enjoyed it immensely but I always want to return to writing for the blog. Blog writing is much more low stakes, especially blog writing about elf games that isn’t read by anyone, and it lets you get the bad habits out while trying new things. In academic writing, you build up to a golden sentence, with each paragraph and sentence lining the way. For blog writing, you can attempt to make every sentence gold and if you fail, fuck it, again, who is even reading this? It’s like poetry: you get better at wielding words by using words, shuffling them around like a marked card in a magic trick. There’s also the additional tension of blog writing for me in that I still haven’t formed a group and rolled dice since I moved last year. How can I still have gaming thoughts if I’m not gaming?
As such, I want to start putting out smaller articles to get some of these words out into the open. I need to break the habit of writing a thousand words for an introduction and then never finishing the article. Some great game bloggers write like that (Angry GM being the first that comes to mind), but I’m a child of the OSR first: scrappy, DIY, make it work or die, run under fire… the Game Master as Bass Guitarist for the band to keep the groove going. A thousand words are good for your personal notes, but when it’s time to run at the table, you succeed or fail, and reading your players a novel isn’t successful.
So, if this blog was an anime, consider this a beach episode. I’m going to write, and then edit, and then post, and then I’m going to do it a couple more times until all these words are posted. I’m going to do it in WordPress as a way to prevent myself from spiraling off into tangents. And then I’m going to put “blog writing” on the project management board I use for all my other work and do this more constantly. And then I’m going to find a game group. Promise.
Stuck in the Wrong Room
So, before I get too far into it, I wanted to quickly say that I was on a podcast with some good friends, talking about RPGs, almost six months ago. You can listen to the episodes Girl Genius and Labestomy here. I say some naughty words, I think, and I pontificate about elf games with the best of them. Also, go buy Trackmarks: Dieselpunk Fantasy Adventurehere and subscribe to the Wrong Room podcast here.
Stuck in Drama Hell
There’s drama in the Warhammer community again, with a lot of more right-leaning people abandoning ship for a game called Trench Crusade, only to find a bunch of left-leaning people already camped out. Culture War bullshit ensued.
You know, thinking back on my time as a tabletop gamer, it’s actually kind of sad. I was a huge Warhammer fan for such a long time, but I’ve really fallen out of love with the setting as I’ve gotten older. DCC artist Stefan Poag had an interview where he mentioned that usually at some point you fall out of love with superhero comics and you can never get back in. That’s happened to me with all the Marvel slop, but it’s kind of happened with Warhammer as well.
Like with so many franchises and mediums, there is this fatigue that so many commercial communities are suffering from nowadays that stems from the general cultural fatigue we’re all feeling at this point. Jacques Barzun introduces this idea in his book From Dawn to Decadence about how the loss people face in the modern world is that of “possibility.” “The forms of art as of life seem exhausted,” he writes, “the stages of development have been run through. Institutions function painfully. Repetition and frustration are the intolerable result. Boredom and fatigue are great historical forces.” Another author who talks about this is Byung-Chul Han in The Burnout Society: “The complaint of the depressive individual, ‘Nothing is possible,’ can only occur in a society that thinks, ‘Nothing is impossible.'”
“Oh God,” you’re thinking, “the academic is out of the cage! Someone get your gun!”
Well, I’m not really “out of love” with the setting. It’s more like what I love now is how I imagine the setting should be. As the official setting moves further and further from my internal picture of what Warhammer is really about, the less devoted I am to the official lore. There’s some cool stuff nowadays; I don’t hate the Leagues of Votann with a passion and actually think there’s some cool stuff there once you stop seeing them as Squats, and I’m glad the Horus Heresy is finally coming to an end considering it’s long overstayed its welcome. But those things aren’t what Warhammer really means to me. This is healthy, by the way. The point of “franchises” should be to inspire your own creativity, especially when you’re running games at the table. There is only one canon, and it is Christ’s. Everything else is negotiable.
So, to combat the drama, instead of bitching and moaning, I instead offer a small modicum of what I think Warhammer is about and the humble beginnings of a setting that might give fans a way out. I’m jumping to the end of the article here, but the takeaways are to just fucking make your own shit, stop consuming other’s work uncritically, and if you don’t like a community, make something so unapologetically you that everyone who would be interested can’t escape the magnetic pull of your own tastes.
Old Hammers, Rusted Nails
I was playing Darktide and they released a new cosmetic for Psyker and it caused me to have a (1) thought, something unusual when anyone is playing Darktide. (By the way, Darktide itself also had a whole bunch of drama when it was originally released. Maybe Warhammer and drama really are just inseparable?) And I had this image that was interesting enough for me to devote some time writing about it. But first, (here we go), I have to explain what I think Warhammer is about. I’m going to try and be brief.
I think there are two elements to answer what Warhammer is. The first is simple and springs from the ‘87 to ‘98 editions: heavymetalascetics. Many gamers are now flocking to what is affectionately called “Oldhammer:” the old art, the old models, the old lore. There’s something “SOVL”-ful about the game from this era, and there are bits and pieces of art and lore that don’t neatly fit together like they do now. There were Space Marine half-elves and butt tattoos and weirdly named Inquisitors and everything felt a little more gonzo and goofy. It was grim and dark, but not so grim and dark that you couldn’t go “hell yeah, that’s metal.” To put it another way, it was not so grim and dark that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. The Chaos Marines of the era fucking rock, with just enough long hair and helmet horns to make you want to headbang. There’s no long and tragic backstory; they’re the bad guys because they’re bad guys. You can hate them or love them, do what you want, I’m not a cop. There’s motion and character and color. God, is there color. And there’s something missing from the lore now because it takes itself so seriously. Much of this is likely nostalgia-bait, to be honest, but there’s nothing inherently wrong with a little nostalgia, like putting honey in your tea in the mornings.
The second element comes from the more serious lore of the ‘04 and ‘08 editions of the game. The Imperium of Man is a shitty place to live. It’s a fascist, authoritarian hellscape of a society that literally feeds people to a dead machine god on life support. It’s a bad place to live. But the tension and the horror of the setting isn’t that the Imperium is a shitty place to live (and it sure as hell isn’t saying that fascism and authoritarianism are cool and people should seek to recreate it in their everyday lives), it’s that the alternative is worse. The Chaos Marines get more Hellraiser-y because yeah, you live in a factory where the foreman gets to beat you to fight against the Forces of Darkness and if you fight back they scoop your brains and make you a servitor, but living in a factory is worse than if the Forces of Darkness win. It asks the question “What if you lived in a world where this shitty way to live was actually justified? What if this actually was better than the alternative? How would people react?” It’s not a deep question and it’s handled inelegantly at times, but it’s an interesting enough question to stop and think for a bit about. It’s kind of like reminding yourself that you would be just as shitty as you are now in the 1960s, or the 1930s, or whatever era in the past you imagine yourself to be in and that you should be better now.
I could throw a couple hundred words here about moralism in art, the loss of media literacy, and the rise of the New Puritans, but I’m trying to be brief. So let me just say that the first element was lost as the franchise needed more and more artists and creatives to maintain its market cap and the second was lost as people tried to tell new stories in the setting and to carve off the weird angles of old stories. It changed, and considering that the franchise of Warhammer has been around for almost forty years, it was bound to.
What If The Victorians Were Right?
Okay, so if those are the two elements of a Warhammer game, what’s a good idea for a new setting? Some quick inspirations. First, I recently watched VaatiVidya’s five-hour breakdown of the entire lore of Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon, my preferred way of receiving FromSoftware games. Spoilers, by the way, but apparently the energy resource MacGuffin that all the factions are fighting over, Coral, is made up of people who died in the inciting incident, the Fires of Ibis, and people can use enough of it to start hearing the voices of the people in the Coral and experience some kind of ascension… I guess? Just go watch the video, I’m sure the game is even more esoteric and weird. I couldn’t help but compare it to Neon Genesis Evangelion and the Human Instrumentality Project, where a secret organization is trying to force humanity to evolve under its control. SEELE in Evangelion and Overseer in Armored Core share a lot of similarities from what I can see. Another inspiration is from the World of Darkness game Vampire: The Masquerade. In OWoD, vampires struggled against their Beast, which was the primal urge to just say fuck it, fangs rule humans drool, and just start drinking everyone’s blood. The Beast was the dark part of you that lets you be as vindictive and petty and cruel and downright beastly to everyone around you. If vampires in the Old World of Darkness were worried that they lost their salvation, then the Beast is their sin holding them back from throwing themselves into the sun. And obviously, Warhammer itself, its Psykers, and that cosmetic from earlier.
So, here’s the pitch: what if everyone woke up and realized that some shadowy organization had completed their secret goal and now everyone had psychic powers? Sure, everyone could throw boulders with their minds and cast firebolt, but it goes much further than that. Everyone could feel everyone else’s strongest-felt and innermost thoughts and feelings, every errant thought and emotion. Everyone is up in everyone’s business, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Think Denise Mina’s run of Hellblazer (spoilers, obviously). Of course, there are a couple of decades of the ole ultra-violence before society manages to reunite together without everyone going insane. The shadowy old white dudes who started this mess are either dead or will never face the consequences of their actions, obviously. But society has to figure out a way to come back together, and that’s where the Victorians come in. Everyone decides that yeah, maybe being buttoned-up prudes who just constantly write about sex instead of talking to a woman might be the way to go. Kind of like the Vulcans from Star Trek, only instead of being super emotional because you’re naturally super emotional, you’re emotional because some kid down the street lost his dog and you both can toss around psychic might like the goddamn Phoenix Force. Of course, the horror and tension of the setting is that just because you’ve got a howitzer behind your eyes and an entire society on your shoulders telling you what you can and can’t do, you’re still a person. People still need to love and hate and be happy and scared and mad, all the things that make humans human. This Space Victorian society fukken blows, but it’s the best we got going for us, and tall poppies will be cut.
Ascetically, think heavy metal Pride and Prejudice with sci-fi spaceship and personal combat being even more buttoned up Master and Commander. Think of lots of black formfitting skinsuits with collars up to the ears and crazy-colored eyes. Also think of lots of Dune-style house politics, with different factions that emphasize different ways of looking at the Big Event, religiously or practically or whatever else. Personality is king, with people being hollowed out by those who are the most emotionally powerful but everyone has to pretend everyone is acting reasonably. Not logically. In my fake sci-fi future, everyone has disabused themselves of the illusion that you can act totally rationally. Good table manners keep you and the people around you sane.
Wrap It Up, Chuck
Well, this isn’t even like the beginnings of a setting, but I was less interested in offering something useable at the table and more interested in what I said earlier: when you get mad at something on the internet, especially something related to a commercial intellectual property, please stop. Steal the parts you like, preferably from a dozen different places, and mash them together until you can see yourself or what you want to see in the shapes. Clean it up, send it to an editor, and then sell the PDF for pay-what-you-want or $6.66, the only legitimate options for selling PDFs. But getting mad that people you disagree with are in a particular scene is dumb. As I said, if you don’t want to share something with people you don’t like, then make something so unapologetically you that everyone who would be interested in it can’t escape the fact that they have to like you first.
I set out to edit the thousands of words I’d already written, and ended up writing a couple thousand words I had not already written for a blog post. I’ve got to start getting better at this. I really want to talk about the stuff I’ve been writing for The Long Rim and Most Wicked Man in Texas, and I can’t do that unless I have a better turnaround on posts.
I guess this is just a taste of my own medicine. Hopefully you can’t read this without seeing the stuff I love in it. Make cool stuff.
Here’s a new core dice mechanic, hot off the presses: when you need to determine success, you and the DM roll 3d6. If the numbers are closer together, you succeed, if the numbers are further away from each other, you fail.
Imagine that your character is trying to pick a lock. The DM decides this is an easy skill check, so you need to roll within 6 steps of one another, meaning if he rolled a 6 and you rolled a 12, that’s still close enough for you to succeed. You and the DM roll 3d6. If you roll a 10 and the DM rolls a 12, you track the absolute difference, which is 2, smaller than the threshold for success, and you succeed. On the other hand, let’s say this was a particularly difficult lock, and the DM decides you need to roll distance 2. You and he roll, you roll a 20, and he rolls a 6, which is more than 2 away, so that’s a definite fail.
I was listening to someone talk about Dave Arneson and his original game, both system and setting, and I remember that he and M.A.R. Barker shared similar philosophies when it came to player/DM arbitration. For them, if you and the DM disagreed, you roll a d6, and the one who rolled the highest gets their way, with a compromise on the fiction if you’re close.
This system serves a couple of functions. First, because you’re more likely to roll the average on dice, there’s a lot more room for success, so it makes for a more relaxed, laid-back system. There’s a reason you move the bandit on a 7 when playing Catan, because on 2d6 the 7 is the most likely result. For 3d6, there’s something like a 66% chance you’ll roll between 8 and 13, which means there’s a greater chance you’ll succeed. Second, it’s relatively easy to determine if you succeed or fail with a quick glance of the dice. Most of the time, if you roll, see a couple of 3s, and glance over to the DM who has a 5 and 6, you know you don’t have to count it out and play can continue. However, when it’s not clear, there’s a sense where the game slows down a bit and tension builds: did I succeed? How close am I? And then the rush of success. Third, the rules mechanic can fit narratively into the setting of the game, as if you and the world are harmonizing for things to be accomplished. I can imagine a setting with lots of words like “resonance” and “synergy.” Also, rolling 3d6 means fun times on the 666, which is both the highest you can roll and also only showing up on a half-percent chance. I believe this is a more explicit mechanic in Infaernum, but even Mork Borg had that scripture table where you burn the book on 7:7.
Speaking of, I imagine that this would be a good, quick mechanic for a mashup game of Ryuutama/Mork Borg. It’s not a super in-depth mechanic, especially because I think adding D&D5E style attribute modifiers would make the system a lot more clunky with players having to look at their sheet to find their modifiers and then applying them to the roll, but the setting is all about traveling at the end of the world. Things aren’t as black metal and brutal as they are funeral doom metal and sad, like ending a long journey or sharing the last sunset with a group of friends. You succeed when the world aligns just right, but more and more you fail because you’re out of sync, out of alignment, out of touch, and the world you lived in is passing on and you need to as well. (Also ironic that Ryuutama, a Japanese iyashikei game about traveling, contains more rules than the blacker than black metal Mork Borg.)
If you wanted a bit more complexity, you could assign a theme to the high and low numbers. For example, if high numbers were civilization and order and low numbers were wilderness and chaos, the way a player solves a problem could be modified depending on where the numbers land on the scale. Imagine a player says “I want to open this door.” A success on a high number (“We both get 16,”) is order flavored (“You mechanically and orderly pick the lock,”) and a success on a low number (“We both get 3,”) is chaos flavored (“You light the door on fire,”).
If you and the DM roll the same number, that’s likely some kind of critical success, being exactly in line with the universe, and if you roll the exact opposite (the player rolls 111 and the DM rolls 666), something really bad happens and you can’t talk anymore because you’re dead, Black Leaf.
I’m sure this could use some more mechanical meat on the bones, but I thought it was neat enough to mock up.
After probably three years and two separate starts with the two caravans meeting and merging up, my UVG game has finally come to a close. It’s a good time for it to happen since I’ve moved to pursue the Ph.D. and the regular crew will have to meet online if they want to game with me. I do plan on running games online.
I’d been reading the new 2nd Edition (especially around the Black City) and I think I have something interesting to say about the setting. So often, when we encounter a new game, we want to know what the game is about. What is it trying to say? Some narrative games wear this on their sleeve (My Life with Master is about depression explicitly), and some games are able to be more discrete (Changeling the Lost is about trauma, but you have to push past the fairies to see it) but with UVG, I think there’s a bit of a bait and switch going on. On the tin, it says that UVG is “inspired by psychedelic heavy metal, the Dying Earth genre, and Oregon Trail games.” And that’s true, the rules around traveling and the caravan and starving in the steppe are a testament to that. But it’s not just about that, in a way, and the 2nd Edition makes that clearer by removing a lot of the rule clutter around those things.
There’s something else sitting just below the surface. As I said, the second edition explicitly removes mechanics, but they’re there in the first edition and in the Uranium Butterflies player’s guide: Ha, Ba, and Ka (“…the totality of the sentient creature in the Rainbowlands is divided into a trinity of body (ha), soul (ka), and personality (ba).”). When I first read through UVG, I kind of just dismissed this as kinda neat to think about but ultimately superfluous to the running of the game. It was also an idea that I’d been thinking about at the same time due to the greatest game ever made coming out. But as the party got closer and closer to the Black City, the more I thought that there was more at play in the concept than I first thought.
I mean, the game has multiple races that play into this motif: the Ultras are ghosts with all soul and personality and no body, the Steppeland Liches are multibody copies of the same personality, there are uplifted mammals who have been granted or forced to have a personality that does not fit their animalistic body, elementals are souls forcibly inflicted on reality, and regular humans sit as the spiritual triumvirate of all three. Players can find soulless body processors in the Forest of Meat. Demon-spirits in the Black City can possess the players and others. Slavery exists as a way of purchasing more bodies for personalities to subjugate (or just to carry your stuff, subjugatation the old-fashioned way). This even goes for the player-characters, who are made of habaka and can gain or lose abilities based on damage to it.
But that’s not exactly accurate: Rejec recently wrote the Synthetic Dream Machine preview, Eternal Return Key, as if a malignant force known as the player was forcing itself into the body of the character. In one interview, he mentioned that you can read the book backward and forward and get two different stories from two different views, which is “hella cool.” You, the character, are afraid, but you, the player, are incapable of feeling fear and have no morale checks to make because, at the end of the day, you’re safe in the wasteland of reality. The players themselves are a force of habaka, forcing themselves on others.
UVG isn’t just about traveling, it’s about… consent? Foucaultian biopower? Internal power dynamics? A modern liberalist view of self that seeks to separate body and mind in the same way it separated soul and culture or religion or community? I know it feeds into the transhuman belief that these things (body, mind, heart, soul, spirit, personality) are not components of a complete and full being but are actually separate elements that can and must be consented to and against and that you’re the ultimate master of yourself, a brain on a stick able to choose the way the world reacts to you and you to the world, “anything that exists without my knowledge exists without my consent”-style. I don’t know if it was intended implicitly, but that’s something I’m thinking more and more as I read between the lines. And honestly, I think this is completely valid, considering both the “anti-canon” nature of UVG and an outcome of the way the book was written. Because nothing is true and everything is up to interpretation, this reading of the book is just as legitimate as the opposite, with no “real” UVG to speak of, really. I think I’m onto something here, but my game ended before it really moved to a place where I could explore it completely.
Maybe because of all this thought, the last session got really metaphysical (to the point where I made a big sign of putting both books down as a symbol of “we are off the reservation for this one, boys”), and one of the things I really liked was that three of the last four players, by their own choices, each managed to embody body (ha), soul (ka), and personality (ba) in their totality. One spent eternity in the Black City to reach Nirvana and merge totally with their Ka, one subverted the systems of the Black City to become their Ba, and one simply wandered the pathways of the City until everything save their Ha was forgotten (which I felt was the darkest of all the endings by they seemed okay with).
But the fourth? The fourth found another road, to another steppe, and they knew that the end could wait with another beginning in the here and now.
I liked how it ended, with all the lore and facts of the setting falling by the wayside as we tried to figure out how to end the time we spent together well. I hope to carve out the bits I like (which is what I’ve been doing for years now) and really apply them to my own personal game and setting. And I think that’s one of the things I love most about this hobby.
This is more a diary entry than a blog post, but man, I have been dealing with some pretty major depression for the last few weeks. Reflecting back on it, part of it might have to do with the kind of work I’ve been doing over the summer, but I think I’m just… listless at the moment.
A part of this listlessness is probably coming from my reflection on the games I’m running and want to run in the future. I’m trying to find a graceful close to my Monday UVG game (the second edition just came out) and I want to devote more time to working on my homebrewed ruleset. I’d also like to get around to homebrewing some beer and putting more practice into playing my bass, not to mention hacking away at the massive pile of books I want to read. I have all this stuff I want to do, and time to actually do it, and then I get hit with this… lethargy. And then I get mad at myself because I’m feeling this way and I spend all my energy ripping into myself, which leaves me exhausted, which means I still don’t get to the stuff I want to do.
I don’t know, man.
So, this article is going to be a little laid back and a little less organized; like a hangout session as opposed to a writing assignment.
Nanomatic Somatics
One of the justifications for magic in my worldbuilding has been that the world was terraformed with nanomachines. Basically, they recreated the planet as programmed, a couple of molecules at a time. However, when the shattering Boar Spear occurred, the processes maintaining their evolution stopped and they began to develop in different ways. No organic material on the planet exists without these nanites. It’s one of the reasons that a wizard can cast Charm Person in the first place: the nanites that affect the parts of the brain that predispose individuals to like the wizard are already past the blood-brain barrier and have been since the target was born.
I was driving home one night and I wanted to listen to a particular song, and I said, “Hey Siri, play Sabrina by the Stray Birds.” And as I was driving I started thinking about talking to computers and the verbal somatic component of spells in OSR games. The first ones that come to mind are the rules in Old School Essentials, where “all spell casters need to be able to move their hands and speak in order to bring a spell’s effects into being” and “as a result, it is not possible to cast spells when bound, gagged, or in an area of magical silence.” And I thought, what if that’s a significant part of the spellcasting in the world?
After the catastrophic planet-wide event that forced the remaining humans underground and then back to the surface with different cultures and religions, another thing that goes out the window is universal language. Part of being a wizard in the world is the rediscovery of the ancient language that summons the ancient force spirits into the world. Wizards go into dungeons to find more words to bend the nanomachines to their whims. It’s kind of Blame! with the Net Terminal Genes, though anyone can find the words if they look hard enough. You might have to go to a university to find the right pronunciation, though. Also, this is why even people who aren’t “wizards” can cast some magic; wizards are just the ones who are obsessed enough to be able to lean on that power fully. Maybe doing some work for the Obscured Goddess will earn you a couple of choice phrases in convincing the nanomachines to levitate gold off the ground or make it start raining. I was also thinking about this video about how the environment affects magic and also thought about how certain nanomachines might have mechanically evolved to be better at certain things in certain places. For instance, in a radiator core for an ancient hab unit, it’s easier to cast “frost spells,” because the nanites there were optimized before the fall of civilization to regulate extreme temperature. You might even be able to go so far as to incorporate a Dungeon Crawl Classics style of “magic corruption,” whereby casting certain spells enough times, the nanites that exist in your bloodstream start adjusting themselves to your choices, and all of a sudden its fifteen degrees colder sitting next to you by the campfire. A wizard might even want to encourage some strange variant of nanite to live inside them, though I doubt they would express the intention as such.
Basically, Draconic is pre-collapse English. Just something I was thinking about.
The Man with the Yellow Hat
I like the broad strokes of the world I’ve built (especially the Goddesses), but the more and more UVG I’ve run (and the closer and closer the Monday Caravan has gotten to the Black City), the more I want to hack off the gonzo weirdness and make a western. I’ve complained enough about Luka Rejec to last a lifetime and honestly, his system and world are fine, but one of the big problems is that I’ve been trying to force a square peg in a round hole for the last three years. Ultimately, this is a “me” problem. I need to sit down and do the work to make the art I want to make, not just complain that others aren’t. Only a moron goes to an art museum and complains that the art doesn’t appeal to him; make your own art, find your own people.
I’ve had the outlines for character creation in my system for a long time, but I wanted to add two more. First, one of the last steps of character creation is that every player character rolls on a d66 table to generate a hat. Players roll three times: first for the style of brim and crease, second for color, and finally third for detail. I have feathers, flowers, bands, quality, and other weird things, like playing cards or paint or weird hats.
I was inspired a lot by the trinkets in games like Mothership and Black Powder, Black Magic, and too many other games to count, that give a player a little hint of their past in the form of an item. Giving players this hat hopefully sets different OSR characters apart, especially in high-lethality systems (as it can be used in any OSR system to give it a Western flair). It can also be used to distinguish important NPCs (“A gang of desperados rides into town, their leader is wearing a tan cutter crease hat with a snakeskin band.”). Finally, the game Frontier Scum has a variant of the OSR “Shields Shall be Splintered” rule that if a character gets hit by an attack, they can choose to ignore the damage if they lose their hat, with a luck roll after the combat is over to see if the hat survived. I saw this during Questing Beast’s review of the game and immediately fell in love with the mechanic. I’m not sure if characters should lose the ability if their original hat is lost, or if they can just pick one up off the ground after combat, or if they can only take the hat from a “named enemy” (“After I kill Rattlesnake Dan, I scoop his hat off the ground and put it on my head. ‘Rot in hell, bastard,’ I spit.”).
The second thing I want to add is that everyone starts with a revolver, a six-shooter. I’m considering it a “Medium Ranged Weapon” but I’m not sure if I want to break free of the 3.5E distinguishers for weapons or not. For now, the rule is this: at the beginning of combat, everyone places a d6 in front of them, on 6. As they make attacks, they advance the die down until they reach 1. After they reach 1, the next attack they make is their last until they spend a round to reload. At any point in the combat, they can spend a turn to reload and put the die back at 6. It’s not a unique or new mechanic, but it’s a way of tracking ammo, especially if I’m really stringent about people using six-shooters and that’s it.
Also, everyone starts with cold-weather gear. Fuck it, winter Western is the norm. I talked about how one of the inspirations was “sawanobori” in a past blog article and the idea that just as everyone had to escape underground, all life takes place within the canyons that emerged after people started leaving the vaults, where the surface is inhospitable. I was seriously inspired by this piece for a game called Legacy: Life Among the Ruins. Personally, I wasn’t the biggest fan of the system and there are a lot of post-apocalyptic games out there, but hey, your mileage may vary.
Western Games at the Tabletop
There don’t seem to be a lot of Western tabletop RPGs. Speaking of “your mileage may vary,” it probably has to do with the historical element of the setting/genre. One of the things I want to do is divorce the Western from the American West. There are a couple of good movies and books that seem to do that, like Logan and No Country for Old Men. Seems like the least “problematic” way of solving a lot of the worrying that goes on around the genre. Of course, there are a lot of reasons why people don’t like Westerns, so that doesn’t fix all of them, but the easiest way is to just stamp a big “For My Entertainment Only” stamp on the front of the box and call it a day. There are cowboys and six guns, but the world is like the Mongolian steppe and Russia in winter with everyone prospecting ancient dangers and archetechnology.
I’ve been playing an unhealthy amount of Disco Elysium recently, a game whose setting was not only created for a tabletop system but also manages to do this “Extremely Alternative History,” where nothing is like the world we live in, yet it’s extremely like the world we live in. They use “fantastic realist setting” in this article, describing it as “AD&D meets ’70s cop-show… with swords, guns and motor-cars.” There are shadows of the modern world, obviously, disco and drugs and communism, but the creators were willing to create things that were entirely new. The more I think about both their world and my own, the more I want to emulate the process. But I guess that’s always been my problem; I’m too distracted by the newest thing I see, and I struggle to stick to a self-imposed deadline, especially for my hobby over my job. I also wear my inspirations on my sleeve. But maybe that’s okay (the sleeves, not the deadlines).
I like Westerns, and I’m willing to fight for them.
This article contains spoilers for a number of Luka Rejec games, in particular Longwinter and Witchburner.
This article’s been in the oven for so long I have no idea how good it is. It’s actually like three articles Frankenstien-ed into one big blog post. It’s rambling in only the way Caravan Crawl can provide. Enjoy!
I was shouted out for some games I’m designing and some beer I brewed for the Wrong Room podcast a while back, which is hosted by three real rad dudes. One of them writes tabletop stuff here, one of them DMs stuff here, and one of them just seems to be a real chill dude. If you haven’t, I recommend you listen to it. It’s the Cumtown of tabletop roleplaying podcasts. Well, “ostensibly a tabletop roleplaying podcast,” at least.
As mentioned in the podcast (exactly which episode I don’t remember, this article has been in the bin for months), I have an idea for a game combining all the works of Luka Rejec (specifically Witchburner and Longwinter), and just wanted to carve out some time to write up my thoughts on what I’m doing recently.
It also gives me a chance to discuss some of the tabletop drama floating around the scene with the OneD&D news (like I said, this article has been in the bin for months). A buddy of mine noticed with some skepticism that One D&D is being shortened to OD&D, potentially as a way to muscle in on the name Original Dungeons and Dragons, which is hallowed OSR ground. It’s like that THAC0 character in Wild Beyond the Witchlight all over again, calling all of us grognard clowns and mocking our scene! Not to mention how many changes in the rules are the result of Wizards of the Coast attempting to create a system that’s easy for use in their virtual tabletop and hard for DMs to make subsystems on the fly while at the same time retaining enough similiarity to old content for them to sue anyone who attempts to take a shot at the king. Anyway, before I can talk about what I’m working on, I’ve got to talk about scene.
And… Scene!
Like most of my articles, I have to make a running start at it, and the place I want to start is the scene. (I fully recognize this is like starting a pole vault from outside the stadium.) I am a old school player at heart, looking at the new ways D&D is innovating itself in mild frustration. I was having a beer with a former coworker and I mentioned that in some of the systems I’ve run there was no distinction between “race” or “class,” that in the games I usually run “race is class.” He told me he couldn’t even comprehend how that would work, to which I proceeded to really blow his mind and described Burning Wheel to him. But it raises an important question: what does it mean to be part of a scene?
A scene is an intellectual space that exists for a time and then vanishes. Be it poets or painters or wargaming nerds, there’s a time and place for innovation in a particular art, and it is demarcated mainly by its horrific bloody end. The blogs links are broken, the big players are shown to be either jackasses or criminals, the OSR is dead, long live the OSR! But more seriously: I am a DM adherent to a style of running games that for the most part has lost its place in the larger RPG conversation. In some ways I’m like a martial artist during the Progressive Era in China, or an artist in the Progressive Era in the West unfortunate enough to die or become whatever Ezra Pound was up to.
Speaking of artists turning to fascism, it’s funny to me that there’s this push against using race in the TTRPG space because of its racial or ethnic connotations, but not a push against class because of its political or economic connotations. However, personally I’m coming around on “heritage” and “profession” for those game terms. An entire subsect of RPGs uses profession as the marker for skill generation for characters from the Warhammer Fantasy line. For Long Rim, a part of the character creation is rolling what religious faction you’re aligned with, even if your character isn’t all that much of a believer (at least it was, this is a section of character generation that can be dropped for more setting-neutral play). As I wrote in this article years ago now, what makes up a character is their debt and what they do to get out from under that debt. Into the Odd’s Electric Bastionlands does this the best, I think: rolling up the debt is part of the character creation process, and the group is bound together because they all owe the same organization something. However, both Bastionlands and Ultraviolet Grasslands miss the mark for me just because they provide all these crazy goofy professions when I literally just want something like the profession list in Dungeon Crawl Classics or Black Powder, Black Magic (or Boot Hill!): people have ordinary jobs and they’re entering an extraordinary world. If they’re already weird, how do the players relate? (I understand there’s an argument here about gatekeeping the goofy, that the fun comes from diving into the crazy right away, but it always gets in the way I run my own games. To each his own, I know.)
When I run a new game of Ultraviolet Grasslands straight, I’ve been starting the party in the Azure Ruins in the Bluelands, not technically in the Grasslands proper. This way, I can set the tone: there’s some strangeness going on in the former Bluelands, mostly cultish mischief styled after rampant sectarianism, but for the most part it’s typical black powder fantasy. When they get to the Purple City and meet the talking cats and drug smoking biker-slavers and the Lime Nomads they know “oh, this is weird.” If the craziness is set to 10 at the very beginning, there’s no place for it to ramp up. It’s also one of the reasons I’m both excited and worried about UVG 2E and the expansion of the map east, up past the Circle Sea. On the one hand, more content, on the other, more gonzo weirdness to balance. I’m also sure that my setting of Long Rim has the perfect fix for the UVG map: habitable band of a tidally locked planet, link the maps top to bottom.
My setting of Long Rim is kind of built on this, taking some inspiration from games like Destiny and Anthem. I really like this “lost archeo-tech new world” feel some of the games have, something that is easy to depict in art and hard to showcase in gameplay. Of course, this comes with the caveat that both of these games are bad, in two ways. The first is how the gameplay rarely reaches the level of the ascetic, and the second is the missed potential of the ascetic for the story. Destiny has this “fighter thief magic user in space with guns and melee weapons,” “fantasy as scifi” feel to it, not to mention the crawling around ancient ruins of a past human golden age, and Anthem has this “robot fantasy,” “real people living in the ruins” feel, and both just fuck it up. I mean, that’s what the Obscured Goddess is all about: she’s an AI who’s taking the place of a D&D deity, her temple is a server room. Spending time figuring out why they don’t work is important for what I want to do with Long Rim.
Luka Rejec Fanboi Hours
Considering I have been talking about his work, it should come as no surprise to find that I am a Luka Rejec fanboy. I kickstarted Ultraviolet Grasslands (which was a horrible decision that haunts me every time I pick up that hardcover rulebook), I followed Red Sky Dead City closely, I have hard copies of both Witchburner and Longwinter, I followed his blog back when SEACAT had old Black Hack rules… hell, I follow him on Twitter. Considering that using Twitter is probably a sin at worse and a herion addiction at best, this is a Big Deal™. The only thing I don’t do is support him on Patreon, which… I mean, you should if that’s your thing… it’s not mine yet. And it’s with a heavy heart I realized that there’s a lot of stuff Rejec has put out that I don’t like.
Now, don’t get me wrong, he’s great, and I came into the OSR scene at a time where there were major players to be followed, so checking his blog for what he’s working on feels like the good old days. However, I have two major complaints about Rejec. The first is more general, applying to all indie and industry game developers, and the second is more specific to him.
Buying Products for Play
I buy an adventure, an campaign, a dungeon, in order to cut down the time spent in prep. It’s not that I can’t do the work, it’s that I don’t want to.
I don’t know if I’ve talked about the False Trinity of Game Design on this blog, but if so, here’s a quick refresher: people imagine there’s three pillars of tabletop RPG design, the player, the DM, and the game designer. The game designer creates the rules system for the entire game, the DM adjudicates those rules for his table, and the player enjoys the ride. However, this idea isn’t true: there’s actually just the player. The DM is a type of player, and the game designer is not as required as he makes you think because his role requires you to give him money. Because of this false trinitarianism, a lot of people struggle with how to properly arrange themselves in the RPG space. Playing a tabletop game is not like reading a book or watching a movie, regardless of how bad WotC wants to transition to being a consumable digital medium.
Let’s paint a picture: if I was out clearing brush on a backwoods property, I could do that job with a pair of gloves and a machete. It would be long, arduous work, but it could be done. (In fact, there may be days where I might want to do that kind of work, labor where doing the labor is part of the enjoyment, looking back on a woodpile full of wood and going “yes, I have accomplished a task.”) But sometimes you want a tool to help you preform a task better. Imagine if I ordered a chainsaw online. A chainsaw is good, it accomplishes the task easier and faster and with less physical demand than I could do it with a machete. Now imagine that when the chainsaw was delivered it came unassembled and when I opened the instructions, it was full of encouragement that putting together the chainsaw was fun and exciting! Now, it might be, I’ve never mucked around with putting together a chainsaw beyond replacing a chipped chain, but the problem is that I didn’t order a chainsaw to put together a chainsaw: I ordered a chainsaw to clear brush. While they might seem like similar tasks (both involving chainsaws), they are not the same task. Putting together a chainsaw leaves you with a complete chainsaw and an overgrown field.
In this parable, the chainsaw is the anticanon adventure and the backwoods is the game at the table: you are selling me one thing, but I need another. The solution I have purchased is yet another problem to assemble. I don’t want you to give me permission to imagine elves in a different way than you’ve imagined, I already had that right before I bought the book. I do not require your consent to use the book however I want. There’s an introduction for one OSR adventure that explains that you could use the book as written, or parts of the book, or let the book inspire you for your own game, or even use the book to prop up a shaky table or use it to kill bugs. In the old days there was an understanding between the indie OSR writer and the DM that at the end of the day, the book was a complete thing, and it could be used or ignored at leisure.
When I buy a setting book what I want is how the setting works. Not “let your players do the heavy lifting,” not “it’s ambiguous and contradictory for a reason,” not “this is fun, trust us.” I want the thing you meant when you thought it and then I either go “wow, that’s so imaginative,” or I go “wow that’s neat, but at the table I think I’ll do this instead,” or I go “that’s dumb, I want to run Boot Hill.” Offering tables for what could be is nice, because a good random table prompts imagination, but now you’ve given me work. When I buy an RPG product, I want a complete thing, something that enhances me as a DM, not something that assigns more work. I’m purchasing a product to avoid doing work.
On a side note, this is also how you should respond to drama in the TTRPG community. The author is dead, the RPG author doubly so. If someone made a game and it turns out they’re a distasteful person, you should still be able use their stuff because even running straight from their book you’re going to make it your own as you run the content. Too many good blogs died because they hitched their wagon to a bad mule, when it’s always easier to just raise your own livestock. This metaphor is out of hand, help me.
Of course, now we get to the Wizard in the room. On the one hand, when I purchase a product I want it to work, but I also don’t want to sell my soul to a corporate overlord to play my tabletop games. A lot of the Systems Reference Document/Open Game License drama has blown over since I first started writing this blog post months ago, but it bears repeating: the game developer is an optional element to the activity of tabletop gaming. The DM is suppose to do the work of creating the game, all the tools he uses are just that: tools. If I buy a chainsaw to clear brush, that does not mean the chainsaw company has any right to the field that I own. It’s my field, your tool is optional. A corporation has as much right to tabletop gaming as a yarn company has a right to activity of knitting.
And I think many of the worries that were fostered by the OGL madness have been unfounded at worst and incredibly interesting at best. There was always a culture of using the Creative Commons to release content, and Pathfinder’s Piazo, a company born as the consequence of the 4th Edition War, is working on its own ORC to yet again exploit the division caused by the owner of D&D. But what’s really exciting is how this has prompted so many people to try a lot of third party games. Many people are beginning to recognize that there are more systems and settings than “superhero fantasy.” This mass exodus and doubling down on old rule systems is not unusual: the Edition War is but one of the ways God makes new grognards.
The other major complaint I have about Rejec is that he’s on the forefront of this idea in the scene to run anticannon games. There has always been this push since the days of the Forge to deemphasize the role the DM has in the running of the game. However, my response to this borders on political, so I’ll just say that an organization composed of individuals that consent to a developed hierarchy is not the same as being oppressed by hierarchy and move on.
Rejec says one thing and does another. “We’re all friends here, building the world together,” he says, smiling, “everyone has an equal say in the creation of the game world,” and he assigns all the players part of the world to create and then he has the audacity to turn around and write shit like “There is no Witch” or “Winter comes and not only can the players can’t do anything to stop it, they can’t even find out it’s going to happen.” On the one hand, he offers players the opportunity to be part of the game creation, on the other the adventures he publishes railroads them hard. This might be an unfair analysis mostly because I’m not with the game design interview he gave here, but it’s like, dude. Come on.
(His adventure Holy Mountain Shaker gets a pass: spolier, but collapsing dungeon after dealing with the boss is a time honored gamer trope.)
Anticanon flows back into the first complaint a bit: at the end of the day I am buying a product. It has a purpose. If the idea is to give me things that might inspire me, okay I get it, but make that clear that “some assembly required.” Every time you give me something where I have to do more work, you have made a bad tool. Everytime I think about a hiccup I’ve had to overcome in UVG, I am reminded of the greatest dungeon/adventure ever put onto paper: Gradient Descent for Mothership. I know for a fact I’ve talked about it here so read that blog post, but I recently ran it for another group of gamers and I cannot stress just how usable and enjoyable it is to run that module. Everything you need to run the game is there in the book, and you don’t even really need to read it beforehand to run it at the table. It is the gold standard of dungeon design and everyone should own a copy.
The Ice Hell
SPOILERS FOR WITCHBURNER AND LONGWINTER BELOW
Okay, so you’ve complained about indie developers and corporate developers, what’s this game you’re planning?
So, I’ve spent I don’t know how much digital ink shitting on Luka Rejec, now I’m going to tell you how much I love him and his work. I ran Witchburner relatively straight, relatively recently, for the Monday Group and it was a lot of fun. There were some changes I made and some pitfalls I fell into running the game from the book, however. First, there was no witch. My players, who had spent weeks trying to figure out who the fuck the witch was, almost setting multiple people on fire (though they did burn the schoolhouse down), struggling and failing, were really upset at the reveal that it had all been for naught. (If only I had let them do some worldbuilding!) By running the game as is was designed to be run, as a DM I felt like I had failed them. If you run the game, I would recommend randomly rolling a witch, but see below.
Likewise, I didn’t constrain them with the drink rule (everyone offers the players brandy, making them roll charisma checks at disadvantage, which makes no sense for an investigation game) and I gave all the players the magic ability to make thier eyes glow purple and “see into a character’s past” so I could read verbatim the cool-as-hell backstories all the characters had to squeeze as much content from the book as possible. There was a weird moment where one of the side characters (not a suspect) was mentioned as being a “Republican shield maiden” but the way it was written the Republic was an civilization that stopped existing thousands of year ago and the players were like “it’s not a witch it’s a vampire we kill this borderline nameless NPC” and spent a session on a red herring. Arguably, the entire investigation is a red herring, but I’m trying to not be too negative here considering I’ve been so negative already in this post. I don’t think I would keep the architectural descriptions of each house either, but then again, see below. That’s also a problem in UVG, by the way, that there are these ages that you can roll on but what actually happened in those ages is unclear. I mean, I get it, it gives you a tool to generate something from the “Ming Dynasty,” to give treasure a sense of antiquity, but there’s got to be a better way to incorporate that into the game at large.
So, I am writing a game in the same way you would a three act play, using three different supplement settings to transition into each act until the bitter cold end. The goal is a complete and cohesive Ice Hell: players start with a small problem, that blossoms into a larger problem, that blossoms into escaping the Ice Hell. I want to use Witchburner, Do Not Let Us Die In The Dark Night Of This Cold Winter, and Longwinter in a combined effort.
The First Act is directly inspired by Witchburner. The party, either explicitly or accidently, find themselves charged with finding a witch. Sometimes the game might start in the Longwinter city of Veldey, the one with the hot springs with the party getting a deed to a hot spring in a small town. Sometimes the game starts off straight: the party are witchburners, they’re here to burn a witch. Regardless, the first act is about getting the players to the village. It’s in a narrow valley in the middle of winter, and the villagers are convinced that there’s a witch. There are some typical witchsigns (dead cat nailed to a door, voodoo dolls, strange symbols in the snow), but a lot of the signs are winter themed (white ravens in the graveyard, dead flowers melting into snow, John gets attacked by a giant white moose in the woods and dies). It’s not clear what’s what. At the end of week one, an avalanche washes out the road into the village: players can leave, but it’s hard trekking through the winter backwoods. They can and skip out of the other two acts, which I think Rejec would approve of.
In the village, every villager has a secret, something that would take about three days to find out and is completely mundane and ordinary, but goes against the taboos or culture of the town. (Some of the default Witchburner ones were kind of suspicious, like, was that one guy a werewolf or not? What was the deal with the chick who body-shifted when she dreamed? What’s the difference between mundane folk magic and witchery?) Remove a lot of the magic, but play up the tribalism of the town: there are churchmen of the Green Moon and trade unionists, and the specter of separation is everywhere.
By the way, the Wild Child’s secret is that he fucking exists. Give out the sheets of the suspects to players and when one of them asks to see the Wild Child just go “who the hell is that?” and then when he shows up at the end of week two all the players can go “hello there.”
As players investigate the town, for every suspect they question, allow them to place a house on the map, using the resources in the back of Do Not Let Us Die In The Dark Night Of This Cold Winter. It’s less about the architectural history of each house and more about letting them build a real place. Literally let them build the town as they explore it.
The point of the First Act is this: the players are given a bait and switch, though one that doesn’t cut as deep as the original Witchburner. There is a witch, there are strange occurrences, those occurrences are not just coincidences, but the source is wrong. The people of the town know that the winter weather is unusual and want to find a solution to the problem, and they believe the problem is a witch, which in some ways it is. However, everywhere in the region (though the players don’t know this yet), the same drama is unfolding, people trying to make sense of what’s going on. They see a small part of the puzzle, and imagine that they can fix it by fixing this village here.
The Second Act is directly inspired from Do Not Let Us Die In The Dark Night Of This Cold Winter. The witch is burned (or found frozen in the middle of the woods), and the blizzard starts, and now the players have to keep the village alive. All of the surviving suspect villagers will pile into a larger home for warmth. They’ll probably use the Storemaster’s warehouse as the storeroom, after raiding the place for cold weather gear, extra blankets, and lanterns. If the Storemaster is still alive, she makes a point to record each and every piece of inventory leaving and who is using it, to charge the user later. It won’t matter. If the adventurers want all the villagers to stay in their homes, then they’ll all die separated and alone. They’ll realize their mistake after the third or fourth village they find frozen to their bed with all their firewood used up.
The players should not be forced to roll any sort of Constitution saving throws to collect resources or suffer damage from the frost. The winter snow isn’t here for them. For now. For now, the goal is simple: all these people the players have spent the last thirty days investigating, getting to know, growing to love or hate, all of them are going to freeze to death. This is dark. It’s bleak. It’s not for the faint of heart. I know I shouldn’t have to say this, but before running this, make sure your players know how heavy this game is going to get before you get to this point, preferably before you run a witch hunt with no witch.
You come back and one of the villagers is sitting apart from the rest of the group, holding a piece of ice to a bruised cheek and a black eye. When they see you, they try to jump up and talk but another villager leaps up to hit her again. “They’re a witch!” “No they’re not!” The other villager roars. “No one’s a witch! There wasn’t any witch! It didn’t matter! Don’t you understand how stupid we were? How because we were so preoccupied with stupid superstition now we’re going to freeze to death here!”
If you want to soften the blow, you can adjust the difficulty of surviving the winter. There should be some loss of life, but don’t make it the terror it could be yet.
The point of the Second Act is this: the players have spent a month investigating these characters, finding out their backstories, forming relationships, and making enemies. Now, the players get to watch as all these characters freeze to death. Finding the witch doesn’t matter anymore. In some ways, it never mattered.
The Third Act is directly inspired by Longwinter. The town is dead, frozen to death by a snowstorm that is not letting up. There is no food, no heat, and the only chance is to run. The players have to get out of the region alive.
You come accross one village, completely abandoned save for a massive bank, the village has all huddled in the vault, burning the paper money for warmth. They’re emaciated, and some are blankly staring at the fire, chewing on hundred dollar bills. In another, the remnants of a burned down beerhall, the signs of blackened bodies in the white snow. In a third, so very much like the village you’re fleeing from, with their own witch burned in the middle of their own courtyard, the same drama played out with different actors. The question blows through you like the arctic wind: how many times has this play been performed across the frozen hell you find yourself in?
The point of the Third Act is this: as the players leave the village and try to make it out, they come across other people, all who have experienced the same thing the players have over their own two months of frozen hell. Some are better than the players, some are worse. Scenes of horror are common. There are some points of light, some communities that survive with their souls intact, but most don’t. The call of the scapegoat is too strong. Now, it’s up to the players to respond. They’ll survive. Who they become after is the question.
Alas, Strict Time Records Must Be Kept
Oh my god, Caravaneer! You could’ve ended it right there! That’s such a strong close! “Who they become”? Powerful! Alas, that little voice in my head has been pestering me as I edited that last section that I actually haven’t provided any gamable content. And as such I have to at least try and pretend I game.
Witchburner breaks up its day on a four watches based on six hours each. For Forbidden Lands, it’s called a watch, and each travel action takes place on the four watches. Instead of making players roll for drunkeness every social interaction, I said that there were four watches to a day, but players had to spend a watch sleeping or take fatigue damage. It was a good choice, because one player always slept in the afternoon so he could wander around the village in the dead of night looking for the witch and one time a bunch of players decided to stay up with him and got hit with the fatigue because keeping a watch on someone’s house was more important than sleeping.
I’m sure people have seen this image of the “Proposed New Stardard Year,” made up of thirteen equal months made up of 28 days each. This is insanely impractical in the modern world and usually suggested by people who are equally ignorant of both agriculture and computer programming. However, in a world of elves and magic, whose to say that the optimal calendar couldn’t also exist?
Not to mention there are 28 day calendars in real life: there are lunar calendars, and lunisolar calendars that try and match up the sun and the moon. Not only is every Monday the first of the month, its also the full moon. By the way, here’s a section of a Wikipedia article about customary issues in modern Japan due to their calendar.
So, here’s something that you can steal:
Four watches a day, seven days a week, four weeks a month. The first day of every week is Monday (or whatever fantasy equivalent you want to use), every Monday has a phase of the moon. The new month is represented by the full moon. Day weather corresponds to the first two watches of the day, night weather corresponds to the last two watches. You can either roll it randomly every day or assign the weather beforehand. Columns on the left are for preplanned events: villagers going missing, witch signs being found, etc. Columns on the right are for player actions so you remember what every player did every watch, who they talked to, etc. One watch is spent sleeping. In small scale games, travel is broken up by watch: three watches to travel to the next village, a sack of supply fuels… eight watches? And speaking of sacks of supply:
A year calendar for UVG: four weeks to a month, three months to a season, four seasons to a year. Every week is another phase of the moon. A sack of supply is needed for surviving every week, travel in winter is hellish, and every season has a random event, like a region erupts in war or a plague hits. At the end of the year everyone ticks over a year in age, or let everyone roll 2d20 to determine when thier birthday is. (One of the things I realize looking at this spreadsheet is how I wish settling in for the winter was easier in UVG.) I have a third calendar combining these two types of calendar but its massive and unweildy.
Okay, this post is too long, so I’m calling it there. Good luck, have fun, game please.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind’s masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and, at the gate, A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sometimes it’s surprising to find that you’re the best in the world at something. Even with something simple, something anyone can do, the discovery that you are in fact the best person on the planet at something can make you look up at the stars and wonder.
Friend, I am the best person in the world at wasting my own time.
I know, I know, you’re shocked. The best in the world at poorly planning out your day and working on things that don’t and may never matter? Yes, that’s me. I wrote a long blog post about the themes of a Warhammer game that’s going to be absolute garbage because I’m running it for a bunch of people who know nothing of the setting, I’m dragging my feet on working on gameable mechanics for my house rules, and, to top it all off, I just realized all the hard worldbuilding for my setting needs to be thrown out. And that’s on top of all the work I need to do to finish my Master’s. I am truly the king of wasting my own time.
Warhammer 30K
This is the first addendum for the last article written. Two things: first, what is the everloving point of running a game of Warhammer 30K if none of the players have any experience with the setting at all? If the game has to involve the explanation of the setting, then just make a new setting. Steal obviously and flagrantly from the old setting, change all the names, add all the things you see as missed potential, and just go for it. The players can’t miss out on something they don’t know about.
Second, setting forward systems like Star Wars and Warhammer always fall apart inevitably because when you run a game in the Star Wars universe in the “Reign of the Empire” era then some jackass player is going to say “I fly to Tatooine and kill Luke Skywalker.” Unless there’s buy-in from the players that certain actions are off limits (“We’re not going to steal the Millennium Falcon from Han or go to Kashyyyk and kill Chewbacca as a baby”) then players are really just trying to steal the copper pipes from a setting. I’ve already got my head canon of what the Warhammer 30K should have been (namely with anything written by Dan Abnett thrown directly into the garbage), just do the extra work, file off the names, and let the players know all the shit they want to do in the name of Chaos is on the table. No worries about “Oh so and so character is canonically supposed to die here so blah blah blah” because it’s not the setting as is. A tabletop game’s rules evolve from table to table, why wouldn’t the setting?
Which is why knowing what the theme is so important.
Your eyes follow the lander that bears the Emperor of Mankind intensely. The first thing you see is the triumvirate sigil of the Imperium: three circles stacked on top of one another emblazoned on the head of the spacecraft. The first and largest circle, bronze inlaid with rubies, represents the Mechanicum of Mars, the engineers and mechanics of the Imperium. Within this first circle is the second, silver inlaid with sapphires, representing the Selenar of Luna, the architects of the gene-forges and keepers of the archive. Within this second is the third and final circle, the smallest but most splendid. It is gold inlaid with diamonds, fashioned into the image of an unconquered sun; it represents Him on Earth, the Emperor of Mankind. All three, combined, represent those kingdoms too powerful to be overrun by the Imperium in the early days of Unification.
In this setting, the Imperium is explicitly a Roman one. I also had this idea of a system or pre-Unifacation bad guy, but the only notes I wrote down were “Garden Tyrant, lord of a green garden fortress,” which is based and I will return to this idea in the future. Maybe when the party is sneaking onto Terra its a character they run into?
Cardinal Directions Make My Face Go Red
Earlier, I uploaded another blog post about how I was concerned about the geography of my setting and after I hit post I went to bed. As I was falling asleep, I realized something absolutely critical. One of the things that was kind of important to me about the setting was the distinction between the cardinal directions. When you travel from north to south, at some point you reach the poles and you can no longer travel south; every direction becomes north. This is the same with the north pole; at some point, every direction is south. The direction is determined by a point. East and west are different: when you travel east, regardless of how long and how far you go, you will never reach west. West isn’t a point, it’s distinguished by the fact that it is not east. And as I was going to sleep, I realized it doesn’t matter.
You see, the people on the Long Rim are trapped between a technology level of Medieval European and American Old West: there are sixguns and wagons, banks and universities, but a lot of the technology of the spacefaring race where they all spawn from is mysterious and unknowable at this point. Arthur C. Clarke and “indistinguishable from magic” and all that. There wouldn’t be a magnetic north for them to follow.
And then I came to the realization that again, I have wasted my time and people knew how to navigate before compasses, Caravaneer, they used the stars. The fact that the sun always rises and sets in the west is critical navigational knowledge, and if the sun wasn’t up then they could still navigate by following the stars. And then I talked to the man in the robe and wizard hat and he pointed out that instead of the cardinal directions, if each city or town was in a line where you hit them in order than direction would mean much less than which of the major cities you were moving away from or towards (X-ways or X-ward or something where X is the name of the city.)
So I’m just going to throw up some world building stuff for Long Rim and go die.
Three Ways East
The first city is Berseri, the Radiant City, the former capital of the world empire a thousand years ago and one of the three central trade hubs on the Long Rim. Berseri is a city of immaculately cut stone and perfectly manicured gardens and pathways, with districts both independent of one another and part of a beautiful tapestry. It almost feels like individual townships decided to start building towards one another, and have convergently evolved in the same architectural and societal way into this larger civic organism. There’s an organicness to the city: the roads aren’t straight, and you never know when a stone road will curve into a residential district, or a garden orchard, or straight to a massive cathedral. The Church of the Radiant Goddess is strong here, and while the city and the Church are not the same entity, there’s an understood allegiance in the government of the city. Many places in the Long Rim are ruled from Berseri.
The second city is Talcard, the Synergized City, a relatively new city that established its national sovereignty three hundred years ago. Talcard is like if a wooden fortress on the Russian border just kept expanding year after year until it consumed all the material around it. There are many stone buildings, usually churches but also many personal mansions and merchant manors that have been around long enough to warrant their reconstruction into a more sturdy material. The people of Talcard are liturgically led by a figure known as the Patriarch, who dictates the doctrine of faith that attempts to fully synthesize belief in both the Radiant and Obscured Goddesses. Sometimes it’s not really clear what the people of Talcard believe, just that sometimes they believe the same thing as you do “and as such you should buy from me, friend!” and sometimes they believe something completely different “and you should convert and come to my church, it’s very nice!”
The third “city” is Karam, the Obscured City, though to call it a city is somewhat incorrect. It consists of thousands of wagons and horses, all moving in a massive caravan from north to south. Every few years, the city makes it to Berseri or Talcard and it’s like a giant festival. Karami merchants buy out entire districts of goods, sell exotic and foreign goods from around the world, and the city doubles in size. Regardless of the stone of Berseri or the wood of Talcard, for a couple months the city is clothed in the wild kaleidoscope of silks from the Karam.
Talcard loves this, it’s a season of festivals, but also of spies, of information gathering, of making alliances and gauging strength. Berseri is starting to hate this: there are quite a few wealthy old hands in the government that enjoy the return of Karam and stock up on teas and luxury items, but many new up and comers in the administration are starting to feel uncomfortable with a city full of foreigners filling the streets every few years, especially when some of them decide to lay down roots. And they’re not exactly wrong, because there are a number of Talcardi spies currently living in Berseri who made it there under the cover as Karami horsemen who decided to stay. Likewise, Karam is starting to dislike staying in Talcard long: they see the spy games as irritating and getting in the way of business, and the Talcardi missionaries are starting to get pushy about the whole “Twin Faced Goddess” nonsense (“They’re not the same, we literally asked the Obscured Goddess last time we saw her and she said no.”). The war between Talcard and Berseri is a cold one, one waged on economic and political fronts, because neither has the military ability to really fight the other.
Karam does not tax its citizens, but requires much more than the other two cities: they are bound by steppe travel, and as such trust between travelers is very important. The consequence for theft of food or horses is typically capital punishment, and in cases that need arbitration, a council of merchants headed by the Caravan Lord makes the decision, with the role of Caravan Lord changing depending on the leg of journey and the navigation skill of the merchant. The Caravan City moves as fast as its slowest participant, fostering cooperation between travelers who want to move as fast as possible. There are great merchant houses who have lived generations on the road. Sometimes these Great Houses decide to settle somewhere they feel they can dominate an industry, and a town springs up overnight. As Karam travels, caravans splinter off, going off in wild directions whenever they feel the time is right to leave the Caravan City.
Long Rim Mechanics
As the party travels the Long Rim, they will pick up followers. These are divided into three groups. The first are caravan guards, combatants that can be used in combat, the second are camp followers, who help with tasks but aren’t combatants, and the third are tagalongs, people who, if the caravan gets large enough, really just want to travel along with the caravan.
I hate running retainers. Hell, I hate running NPCs that travel with the party for long periods of time. It’s always a pain to remember who is with the party at any given point in time, and then there’s always that point where a player goes, “Hey, where’s Joe?” and then you have to go “Fuck, I forgot about Joe.” I will admit I did have an enjoyable experience playing Bouncequartz Gazetteer with Ex Miscellanea where there were basically two kinds of retainers, hirelings and heroes. Hirelings were almost like a dice modifier for mass rolls and heroes were extra characters that players could use if things got spicy, almost like a 0-Level Funnel. There was a direct mechanical benefit to having a village of peasants following you into the basement of House of Leaves.
I don’t think anyone does mass group combat and management in the OSR like Into the Odd. The section about “Enterprise and War” is phenomenal, and I recommend trying out that system at your table and seeing how your players interact with it. What I’m trying to do here is figure out the first steps into a mass caravan management that’s actually fun to mess with.
So, here’s my first doodle: a caravan has fifteen slots. Imagine a five by three table; that’s all the space a caravan can take up. In the middle of the table is the party. The middle space is a free space. It represents all the horses and equipment of the party. As party members begin to build out their caravan, they can begin adding groups to these slots. Do you want a band of nomad horsemen to ride with you? Fill the slot next to your party. What about escorting merchants? Fill a slot. If you’re carrying lots of goods, like a wagon’s worth, then that’s a caravan slot. The good has a times-ten modifier: you’re literally got a wagon’s worth of opium.
Maybe some units require more slots. Let’s say you find an artillery unit for hire; that’s two slots, one for the weapons and one for the ammo wagon. Maybe units can provide the caravan with other benefits outside of combat. You’re riding with a band of farriers and saddlers, so the caravan can travel faster and any misfortunes that make you lose animals you ignore.
If a party discovers a dungeon, players can “check out” slots to bring with them. Want the nomad swordsmen to tag along as you investigate this ruin? Done. Either: 1) Players can each check out one group to bring with them, but are responsible for managing them. If a player brings a group of shotgunners with them and forgets to roll for them or use them, then they’re around the corner nervously smoking cigarettes and avoiding work. Or 2) The party can choose one slot to bring with them, and the DM runs them. Caravan guards are unique: they will do combat, but only combat on the overworld. They won’t go into dungeons, but they’ll make sure no one fucks with your stuff while you’re down there.
If the caravan gets attacked you can figure out who gets ambushed, with the three inner slots as “safe” slots in a maxed out caravan. If a merchant with their own caravan wants to travel with you, you can combine caravans. Let the players play the tetris game of putting the merchant, the
Karam is a caravan of a hundred slots. Karam is the caravan equivalent of the titular Spelljammer from Spelljammer. Karam is the Caravan Crawl.
Conclusion
So that’s it. Technically the first official blog post of the year, since this has the triumvirate of “thing I like,” “fiction I wrote,” and “game thing.” It was getting hairy there for a moment, not going to lie. Might go back to semi-quiet for the next few weeks as work picks up again. Roll more dice, play more games.
So, I have decided that I want to run some Warhammer RPG. It’s been a long while since I ran anything (Dark Heresy back in college, I think), and I’ve got a serious itch to get behind the screen. For any of my players in the Monday game, if you want to be surprised, don’t read on. These are kind of my personal thoughts for the game, and it might spoil the larger ideas and themes I want to play with.
So: thinking about how to structure a 30k game set before/during the Horus Heresy. Going into it, everyone is pretty down to Chaos it up, so part of me wants to speed through the first half of the game. On the other hand, laying the groundwork of the setting is kind of important to me, especially since a lot of the players don’t have experience in the setting. Likewise, no one wants to play a Space Marine, and I kind of want them to.
One of the things I’ll need to get across is that Space Marines in 30k are very different than they are in 40k. In 30k, especially at the end of the Great Crusade and before the Horus Heresy, there’s this tension with what the Marines are going to be after the fighting is over. There’s a hundred campaigns between then and now, but still, it hovers heavy on everyone’s mind. What do you do with yourself when you’re allowed to do anything?
Some Marines are looking forward to retirement: they’re going to be Marxists, basically. They’re going to write, to make art, to basically bask in retirement. The warrior gets to beats his sword into a plowshare and go home. The Ultramarines are excited to be administrators because they’re a bunch of turbo-nerds, the Emperor’s Children and some of the Blood Angels are going to make lots of art and music, the Iron Warriors are going to be architects, the Iron Hands engineers, the Thousand Sons are going to be historians and scholars. For a lot of Marines there is a world after death, and they can’t wait to get there. So, the idea to get accross is that Marines are not just prayerful fanatics yet: they can see a future where they can be something more.
However, not every Marine sees this. The Word Bearers wanted to be priests, and were chastised for it with the destruction of their homeworld. The Night Lords want to skin people alive and the World Eaters and some of the Blood Angels just want to kill, and there’s not going to be a world for that after the Great Crusade. The Space Wolves are the Emperor’s executioners, so there might be a purpose for them in the end, but no one likes living next door to the town’s executioner; for them the end of the crusade represents the end of any prestige they might have. Some of the legions, like the Dark Angels and some of the Ultramarines, will always be vassals to the throne when they could be rulers of their own kingdom. For some, the world after death is death itself. For them, purpose comes from bloodshed, and there is coming a time when warriors are not needed and that is terrifying in and of itself. There is a division that runs through the heart of every legion: what does the future hold?
One of the things I need to think about is including the lore and motivations behind a lot of these factions in an organic way. Like the Word Bearers wanting to be priests, how do I explain that to someone who has never read anything about Warhammer? There is a flexibility that I’m looking forward to with that as well, though: a Warhammer that has my own personal branding on it.
In the same vein as the Marines, the Imperium is still young. Everyone’s an atheist, a progressive, and a Marxist: the Emperor is leading us to our post-sacristy post-superstious society under his benevolent autocratic rule! He’s going to institute the labor laws any day now! For a long time, there’s been room for diversity in the Imperium, different planets with different cultures and different ideas, all working together for the Golden Throne. Hell, he let Mars continue that “Omnissiah” shit. However, people are starting to realize that the loop is closing. Psykers are outlawed, the remembrancers are starting to be more propagandist than journalist, there are more and more bureaucrats everywhere, and the Emperor just put together a Council of Terra without any Space Marines. Not only are warriors are being crowded out, the people on the edges are being crowded out too.
I think the push to make the players move to the Chaos side of the house comes from this: during the Unification Wars, the Emperor developed another subrace of military minded humans called the Thunder Warriors. In the last battle of the last war before the unification of Terra, the Emperor betrayed his creations, having his Adeptus Custodes kill every Thunder Warrior and hide all the bodies. He rewrote the history books, and then he made the Space Marines for the galactic Unification War. Just as he fed the Thunder Warriors on the lie that they could retire after Terra was unified, he is feeding the Space Marines on the same lie after the galaxy is unified. The risk of a warrior caste without a war to fight overthrowing the administration hangs over every society that has a warrior caste in human history. So, the reveal is that the Emperor has betrayed the Space Marines already: there is no retirement coming. When the empire solidifies its borders and war is over the Emperor will kill all the Space Marines and defend the realm with the Custodes.
Which is where Chaos comes in. It lures the party into going against the Imperium by saying “Hey, weren’t you suppose to retire? What the fuck is wrong with that guy in gold? Hey, you should join Horus and eat babies.” And then the players are going to go “Finally we get to play Black Crusade, based.”
The tragedy of the setting, and this game in particular, is this: the Emperor is betraying the Space Marines by preventing them from retiring to the peaceful lives they want to live. Horus and the Chaos Gods offer them those peaceful lives if they overthrow the Emperor. However, on both sides of the conflict the peace is shattered forever. If you’re a Loyalist, you’re fighting to maintain a crumbling empire for the rest of your (apparently eternal) life. If you’re a Traitor, the freedom offered to you is an illusion and all the things you want to do are now villainous and evil cause the Chaos Gods are dicks.
Part 1: Introduction
So, game-ables. I kind of want to start at the Triumph on Ullanor. Open with the Triumph and the declaration of Horus as Warmaster. Do a touch of lore dump: this is the Imperium, this is what you do, these are the tasks you have for this first session (and are thinly veiled excuses to explain all the factions and why you should care.)
First, all the players have individual challenges to introduce them to the way rolls work. They’ll be on Ullanor for a couple days as the war effort is configured to better suit Horus’s ideas on how to run the Great Crusade. It’s a time for rest, relaxation, and introduction to the setting. Explain what a Space Marine is, explain they’re not space monks but dudes who are genetically enchanced for fighting and that they’re kind of normal dudes. (God, I hate to do it, but broach the topic of “female space marines“.)
Then, they get invited to two events: Imperial Army command is putting together a banquet for the newly formed expeditionary fleet. Players who want to go to that can. Later, they get a much less formal invitation to go bar crawling all the Imperial Army speakeasies and moonshine stills that have sprung up from all the logistic work going on planetside. Players who go to the banquet are shown the uneasiness of the Marines: some are excited for the future, some are hesitant, everyone is worried for the future except the baseline humans who are just stary-eyed at this great world ahead of them and “Did you see the Emperor!?”. Players who go on the bar crawl drink and gamble with the baseline Army troopers and hear about how excited everyone is to go home to their family’s (families, by the way, Space Marines never got the opportunity to start). They get to talk to other legionaries in a bit less guarded of an atmosphere and then get into a fight with a legion that thinks their Primarch should’ve been the Warmaster. Introduction to how combat works.
After Ullanor they go fight stuff. They fight one campaign and get the combat stuff out of their system and get some more worldbuilding (warrior lodges, Imperium at large, what’s the deal with the Mechanicum and the Gene-Witches of Luna), a second campaign that’s a bit more diplomatic, and then the third campaign where they get hinted at the truth of the Emperor’s Lie.
Part 2: Discovering the Truth
Somewhere in part one it gets slipped (maybe an alien cabal, the warrior lodge, most likely a Chaos demon considering how fast the players want to fuck the Imperium) that the Emperor might not be totally on the up and up. The party gets assigned back to Terra for something (maybe transporting a mysterious cargo from the second or third campaign back to Mars or Terra to examine or guarding an Imperial dignitary), and have the opportunity to discover the Emperor’s Lie.
I have this idea of a couple sessions sneaking around Terra and infiltrating the Imperial Palace, having to dodge Custodes patrols to get the information about the Thunder Warriors from the Blackstone, a prison, or even the Imperial Dungeon itself. They discover the horrible truth and take it to Horus.
Part 3: Chaos Shenanigans
They scramble out from Terra and get back to Horus, who’s already chugging the 64-ounce Haterade for the Imperium, and the Chaos Shenanigans start. At this point I open the gates and just let the boys run wild, whatever Chaos shit they want to do. Run through Istvan V, give them worlds and campaigns they can take part in, have broken legions they can hunt, whatever. However, always have the Siege of Terra in the foreground. It’s coming, taking the fight to the Emperor.
Conclusion
So that’s the broad outlines of the game. I’m already putting together pregen characters for players. I have been toying with the idea that each player could run two characters with each character on the opposite side of the character sheet: a human and a Space Marine. The humans are dialogue based, the Space Marines are combat monsters, and by the second part of the game they know which of the two characters is the “primary” character. Really want to reach out to Exmiscellanea and see what he thinks of this idea. The big challenge is this: how do I explain the setting to a character that is already kind of suppose to know what the setting is? I kind of want to say everyone is a recruit that traveled to Ullanor from Terra and that’s why they’re playing catchup: they’re fresh from the factory.
All in all, this was a fun writing exercise and I hope I can actually get around to sitting behind that table.