Given my inclusion of firearms I felt I should add Gunpowder to the Craft, Alchemy list...
Gunpowder Cartridge (x10)
Value 1gp; Alchemy Craft DC 5; Weight 1lb
Can be loaded into a firearm along with cast lead bullets (whose value is considered negligible). Unlike other kinds of ammunition cartridges are never re-useable on a miss, magic ammunition is likewise always destroyed and as such comparatively rare.
When ignited outside of a weapon, deliberately or accidentally, each stack of 10 or pound deals 1d6 fire damage to any creature holding or wearing it. The ammunition is ruined.
3lb or more be packed into an explosive charge as a DC10 Craft Engineering check. Failure indicates a failure to detonate while a successful explosion is a 5ft radius blast dealing 3 damage. A single item or creature at the focal point receives 18 damage (reflex half). Each time the amount of explosive is doubled the blast radius increases by 5ft, the blast damage increases by 1 and the damage at the focal point increases by 6. Any affected creature receives a reflex save to halve the damage at a DC equal to the engineer's skill check result when setting the explosive.
Examples
An Arquebusier carrying 20 cartridges for his weapon is targeted by someone speaking Ignan. They receive a Will save against the Ignan effect, if they fail they take 2d6 fire damage from the fireball.
An engineer sets 50lb of Gunpowder as a booby trap. Setting the trap requires a DC10 Craft check. Any creature within 25ft radius of the powder will take 7 damage (reflex for half) except for whichever creature sets off the trap, which instead takes 30 damage (reflex for half).
If the engineer instead used 100lb of powder the blast would be 30ft, blast damage 8 and focal damage of 36.
Saturday 20 July 2013
Thursday 18 July 2013
Houserules revision, damage types
Previous houserules on giving special properties to the different damage types didn't work how I wanted; tended to be too much of a pain to remember; plus I was not happy with how slashing worked at all. I've meditated and decided on some slightly simpler ones...
| Damage Type | Special Effect |
| Slashing | On a confirmed critical receives a +2 bonus to damage. |
| Piercing | Cannot be reduced below 1 by Armour Resistance. Does not cause stunning on Wound Point loss. |
| Bludgeoning | +2 to Fort save DCs to resist stunning on Wound Point loss. |
Saturday 6 July 2013
Belphagor's Quest: The Night of the Donkey
With exams and games being on hold it's been a while since I was able to post.
Characters:
Hadrian, Human Cleric 1/Fighter 1
Ar, Human Rogue 2
Eleanor, ElvenWizard 2
After Ar's sister, the Lady Omniscience, accidentally released a cthonic vampire from his tomb trying to sacrifice Ar to obtain immortality the party also noticed the Rhimefire zombies marching from the snow towards civilisation.
Travelling ahead of the horde the first settlement they came to was the Keep of Icehammer, a small Dwarven outpost well beyond normal caravans and dug into the bed of a frozen lake. At this point, the game took a turn for the Oglaf...
The dwarves, eager that their adventuring guests tell stories of generosity and improve the prestigue of the clan, held a feast in their honour. The elf Eleanor thought this a trap of some kind and insisted on staying in the stables, eating his own travel rations (for fear of poison) and talking to a donkey - in the hopes of learning the nature of the dwarven duplicity.
The dwarves would have been slighted, but they expected nothing less of an elf and just nodded amongst themselves about the alien ways of elves and why their kind has never been particularly liked. They brought out a meal to the elf, which was ignored.
After the cleric made the ladies faint with their 'gun show'; the dwarves asked them to share the stories of their travel. The party warned the dwarves of the approaching zombie horde only to be surprised by the eagerness of the dwarves to have their mettle tested by a real siege. The dwarves asked that the adventurers go east to a human settlement that traded with them - to ensure they survived they apocalypse.
Meanwhile, Ar decided to 'upgrade' their thieves tools... by breaking into the Toolsmith's workshop during the start of the feast. The irony was lost on no-one. They returned later, and joining in the festivities. By the time the burglary was discovered everyone was fairly drunk and the only one who had not attended the feast, an elf no less, was the obvious fit for the crime!
The elf claimed the donkey as an alibi, informing the incredulous dwarves that they had spent the entire evening talking. The donkey had no words to defend the elf. The dwarves had the elf taken away to the prisons as a suspect - delivering a speech about how the elf sullied the human's honour with his fae ways. As he was taken away the elf asked the donkey what he thought of this injustice; the donkey grunted 'sucks to be you' in its beast-tongue.
The party... including the real thief... was hired, to find the tools and discover evidence as to who took them. After some brainstorming to possible thieves that totally weren't the party the Cleric had to explain that ghosts were in fact real.
Some time later the dwarves were paying the Cleric to perform a fake exorcism. Despite being a 'dark' cleric they awed the locals with a display of hedge magic and pyrotechnics - igniting a pentagram of 100 candles with only a word. Demanding the spirit leave this place in the name of Janus, the two-faced master of portals.
The dwarves agreed 'what a brilliant night'.
Characters:
Hadrian, Human Cleric 1/Fighter 1
Ar, Human Rogue 2
Eleanor, ElvenWizard 2
After Ar's sister, the Lady Omniscience, accidentally released a cthonic vampire from his tomb trying to sacrifice Ar to obtain immortality the party also noticed the Rhimefire zombies marching from the snow towards civilisation.
Travelling ahead of the horde the first settlement they came to was the Keep of Icehammer, a small Dwarven outpost well beyond normal caravans and dug into the bed of a frozen lake. At this point, the game took a turn for the Oglaf...
The dwarves, eager that their adventuring guests tell stories of generosity and improve the prestigue of the clan, held a feast in their honour. The elf Eleanor thought this a trap of some kind and insisted on staying in the stables, eating his own travel rations (for fear of poison) and talking to a donkey - in the hopes of learning the nature of the dwarven duplicity.
The dwarves would have been slighted, but they expected nothing less of an elf and just nodded amongst themselves about the alien ways of elves and why their kind has never been particularly liked. They brought out a meal to the elf, which was ignored.
After the cleric made the ladies faint with their 'gun show'; the dwarves asked them to share the stories of their travel. The party warned the dwarves of the approaching zombie horde only to be surprised by the eagerness of the dwarves to have their mettle tested by a real siege. The dwarves asked that the adventurers go east to a human settlement that traded with them - to ensure they survived they apocalypse.
Meanwhile, Ar decided to 'upgrade' their thieves tools... by breaking into the Toolsmith's workshop during the start of the feast. The irony was lost on no-one. They returned later, and joining in the festivities. By the time the burglary was discovered everyone was fairly drunk and the only one who had not attended the feast, an elf no less, was the obvious fit for the crime!
The elf claimed the donkey as an alibi, informing the incredulous dwarves that they had spent the entire evening talking. The donkey had no words to defend the elf. The dwarves had the elf taken away to the prisons as a suspect - delivering a speech about how the elf sullied the human's honour with his fae ways. As he was taken away the elf asked the donkey what he thought of this injustice; the donkey grunted 'sucks to be you' in its beast-tongue.
The party... including the real thief... was hired, to find the tools and discover evidence as to who took them. After some brainstorming to possible thieves that totally weren't the party the Cleric had to explain that ghosts were in fact real.
Some time later the dwarves were paying the Cleric to perform a fake exorcism. Despite being a 'dark' cleric they awed the locals with a display of hedge magic and pyrotechnics - igniting a pentagram of 100 candles with only a word. Demanding the spirit leave this place in the name of Janus, the two-faced master of portals.
The dwarves agreed 'what a brilliant night'.
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