This seems to come in degrees of strength from just injuring/damaging to disintegration. The most commonly utilized spell is the mystic bolt. We only see hand gestures, never incantations (except with rituals). Perhaps there are mental algorithms associated with spells. Spells appear to be patterns of energy that adepts can recognize, not formula. While spells are spoken of (and named) in Dreadstar, they mostly seem to fall into the “magic as energy manipulation” territory. We are told the gods store their power on “the eleventh level of reality.”Īt the end of that story, Syzygy is said to have gained power perhaps equal to one of the Instrumentaility’s gods, which (if not hyperbole) is interesting given that he appears superhuman but can be knocked out by things that would kill a normal human. In the process, we are told that planes of reality exist, which are less adventuring places than metaphysical ones, and are depicted in a vaguely Ditko-ish manner. In the origin of Dreadstar’s sorcerous protagonist, Syzygy Darklock, we see him summoning a demon in usual ritual magic fashion. That and pictures of cute animals with humorous captions. I suppose that sort of connecting with folks in a shared hobby is exactly the sort of stuff social media is suppose to for.
The gaming itself is great, after so much writing about gaming, but what I may like even more is getting to put a face and voice to all those posts I’ve read. I’m also playing in Scott’s (he of the Huge Ruined Pile) strict textualist AD&D game, though that’s play by post via G+. Tonight, an as yet unnamed Chaos-tainted soldier from a grim future is going to kill things as a part of a Warband courtesy of Mike Davison. Orwendill, fighter and artist (of tasteful nudes) has had one outing with that dubious coterie, the Nefarious Nine, in Chris Kutalik’s Hill Cantons. Twice now, Horvendile Early, gambler and pistoleer, has ventured forth into the wilds of Erik’s Wampus Country. Not only have I been playing my Weird Adventures game there, I’ve gotten a chance to play with some other bloggers in their games. While I’m increasingly ambivalent about Google+ overall, I’m completely positive on gaming via Hangouts. If one’s alone, it’s best not to drink too much or linger near closing time. Over time, the misplaced guilt of Losantiville became an entity unto itself, a grim spectre of retribution.
Instead, the original black goat was a human sacrifice who insured the communities continued prosperity by receiving the weight of its sins. Other stories suggest the goat wasn't a deity-at least not at first. The black goat they served (according to some stories) was either a pagan god of fertility, a capo of the Hell Syndicate-or both. This might bring to mind rumors of cults going back to frontier times. This is particularly acute in the vicinity of the ram’s head relief on the wall between the staircases, behind the piano. Sometimes, magically sensitive individuals get a feeling they’re being watched. It’s two floors with a central bar and a pianist providing entertainment. When visiting Losantiville in the Steel League, one might want to visit the bar at the opulent Capricorn Hotel.
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