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  1. Sy's spine seemed to dissolve upon facing what suddenly looked like a heavily armed bar, and with a sneer on his face, he rose from his stool. "Beer's lousy anyway." His friend looked to Grep for absolution, and found none, and the two made their way towards the door, muttering to themselves along the way. They exited, walking past the trading post, and while Kensie was new to the ways of the world, Simon had heard enough Coalition propaganda to recognize a phrase or two that was getting repeated. "Kids," snorted Grep. They then returned to Firanis. "Looks like you got enough muscle on your own, but couldn't hurt to ask around, I guess." They then turned to Phere and Squidge. "Ianoko, eh? Well, her favorite food's out of season, but it does grown on Earth soil. She likes peaches. She likes books and works of art, especially religious art. You could ask her. She's in the back - oh, wait." Phere and Squire turned to see Ianoko gathering her things as if to leave. Phere knew instantly that she was a mage, and old instincts briefly stirred. ------ Meanwhile, up on stage, Glitter Girl was taking the stage with another young lady, this one bedecked in a cheap gas mask and with various imitation talismans - clearly meant to be a line walker, in contrast to Glitter Girl's blocky, shiny costume which was meant to evoke the chromatic hues of a Glitter Boy. Glitter Girl was holding the stick with the battery taped on, while her companion had the one with the star. "Hi!" said Glitter Girl, tapping on the mic. "Hi. Welcome. We're going to be performing 'Who Killed The World" for you all. Tips are appreciated and we're glad to have you here. We'll be performing the version that - well, you'll see." ------ Outside, at the trading post, Simon hurried about compiling Adam's list. The slightly high pitched noise he made while he walked indicated an artificial limb of some kind, though he hid it well. Simon could see that all e-clips had their safeties on and all grenades had the fuses removed - whoever Simon was, he was a cautious man, uneager to be shot with his own stock. "I should let you know, Winston moves around a great deal. There was trouble with some bandits over where he was staying last, and I haven't heard from him since. I hope he's alive - or barring that, that whatever you're after is something you can find from what's left behind."
  2. Savage Rifts: Here Comes Tomorrow OOC Thread

    For the sake of visual aids, here's what a typical female d'norr looks like: And a trimadore of neutral or indeterminate gender: Trimadores have a reputation for being good with machines, but their unusual physiology means that most armors and vehicles aren't built for them, deterring many from a more adventuresome lifestyle. D'norr are often called "devil people," but those who know more about them know that they're very empathic and in many cases all but pacifist.
  3. Rifts

    A depository of Rifts pictures.
  4. After the town militia, consisting of a few men and women in the cheapest armor possible and armed with laser rifles about half a step above a flashlight, determined there was no way they could stop either Adam or Kensie in a fight, they waved them through. They were directed to the trading post, which was run out of the flophouse that Simon oversaw. Simon was at the post, currently fidgeting with the refractory prism in some kind of ion weapon. There were not a lot of weapons or armor on the walls - most of what Simon had were dried rations, a stack of books, e-clips in various states of charge, jars of universal composite which was often used to patch armor, and the usual trading essentials. The mining shift changed, and BB was informed that a group of miners were going down to Grep's for a drink. A few of them mentioned live entertainment, which caused BB's audio receptors to perk up, but it was explained that they meant local theatre. Still: booze. At Grep's proper, things were starting to pick up a little. Grep kept their booze relatively cold, a source of constant back-and-forth debate between Grep, who felt that chilling the booze killed the taste, and the town, who felt that the whole point of a cold drink was that it was cold. Currently the town was winning, on this front at least. On the stage, Glitter Girl was setting up what looked to be a minimalist play, and judging by the two props - one, a stick with a star tied to it, and the other a stick with a battery tied to it - it was the one-act play "Who Killed The World." The premise was that two actors would play Magic and Technology, respectively, and each would argue with the other over whose fault it was that the apocalypse had happened. There were many different versions favoring one side or another, and since it was the first performance, no one knew which way the eccentric performer would go. At the bar, the trimadore nodded at Firanis as they provided the twin drinks. "You'd need a T262 actuator, along with a BX-98A adapter, I'd reckon. Suppose both Kingsdale and Whykin would have something like that. I'd recommend Kingsdale, but there's been 'bandit trouble' on that road lately." They made single quote gestures with their fingers at that. "Strange way to refer to Coalition mercenaries, if you ask me - " "No one asked you, monkey boy." The words came from someone else at the bar, a young looking man glaring daggers at the bartender, while his drinking companion froze in mid-sup. Slowly, Grep turned to the man. "Don't call me 'boy.'" "Sorry, sorry. He, uh, we just got back from Whykin, and he talked to a deadboy recruiter - " The man's companion turned to his friend. "Sy, c'mon, this isn't the place - " "Your friend isn't welcome," said Grep, with some firmness to their voice. "And if you're his friend, you aren't either." There was silence for a long moment. Towards the back of the establishment, a d'norr woman - recognizable as Ianoko - slid back into her booth, trying to disappear.
  5. It’s mid afternoon, towards the end of August, in Prince’s Landing, and all was not well. The town has two major means of trade; mining, assisted somewhat with the town’s exoskeleton, a worn-down patched-together not-fit-for-combat suit from the bad times after the coming of the Rifts. It ran on jury-rigged e-clips and would probably disintegrate if you stared at it for too long, but it could break rocks and lift them, and that was enough to get the local zinc vein mined without back breaking labor from the other miners, who mostly ran the less dangerous parts of the job. Except presently it wasn’t enough – the left hip actuator was out and it had been officially deemed unsafe after the last miner to use it had suffered injury. It was currently up on a rack in the foreman’s house in town, and the foreman – a human named William Marks – stared at it a lot before heading off to work, as the town debated who to ask for help: the more open and tolerant Kingsdale that was finding its political fortunes on the wane with consolidation of Coalition strength in the region, or the more prosperous Whykin, which was putting a lot more skulls on its armed forces lately. The other major means of trade was agriculture. Barley was a boring thing to farm, but it paid the bills – and was assisted by the local hedge mage, a demonic-looking woman called Ianoko. She knew one spell expertly, and it was a spell that blessed fertilizer. It was an inglorious spell compared to shooting lightning or fire, but it helped the town immensely. But recently she was attacked on the street by assailants unknown, the one eyewitness saying that they wore makeshift skull masks and shouted phrases like “you’re not pulling your weight” and “go back to your home planet.” Ianoko is expected to fully heal, but as someone who is pacifist even for a d’norr, she was badly shaken by the incident and there’s rumors that she’s considering taking their advice and moving back to the small town in the Federation of Magic that she was born in. Regardless, it’s true that she’s scared to go outside alone. She lives in a modest house on the far end of down, the interior full of strange knickknacks that are nonmagical but of spiritual significance. Finally, in the local watering hole, where they serve surprisingly good beer made from the local crop of barley, some newcomers have drifted in and out of the town. But there’s two regulars: the bartender Grep, a trimadore of nonbinary gender who is a very good listener and answers to “they” and “them,” and a young woman whose stage name is Glitter Girl and dresses in what she calls “Golden Age glam rock” style, and who is always trying to put on some kind of show to lift spirits… … fairly unsuccessfully, since everyone in the town knows things are bad. The local tavern is adjacent to the local flophouse, which is run by a fairly easygoing older man, named Simon - no last name known - who cooks breakfast for everyone staying there. He's not a great cook, but the food is included in lodging, at least, and he's pleasant enough to be around. He gets nervous around weaponry and open displays of psionic or magical power, though, and the hitch in his step combined with the strictness of his routine lead people to believe that he's an ex-military man who has no desire to ever see another firefight up close.
  6. Savage Rifts: Here Comes Tomorrow OOC Thread

    Thanks for the character posts, all. I have two rumors and need four more - again, one true rumor and one false rumor per "group," so I can pass them around and get us all started!
  7. Here's the official OOC thread for the game! Now, what I'd like from folks, for easy categorization, is to post your characters in their own individual threads, to make things easier to track.
  8. I pretty much have every character in background if not in terms of full mechanics, so we should be good to go shortly. I just need a couple of things: First, let me know if you're just entering the town now, or have been there for a little while, so I know how to intro you. Secondly, the six of you seem to be divided up neatly into three pairs, so I'd like each pair to work out, then send to me, two rumors - one true rumor and one false rumor. These'll then be sent to the other two groups as prior foreknowledge (or misinformation) about your characters. Obviously tell me which rumors are false and which are true, but other players will have to work that out in-game. I'll have a forum for us shortly. Thanks!
  9. Also, upon further reflection, I've decided that the temporary hindrances thing I was considering is unnecessary - everyone seems to have done a great job of creating hard-luck heroes on the back foot on their own, and I've got every confidence that you'll be good at playing them as such in the game proper.
  10. Thanks for your patience, all - the end of the year is always a weird time for me, and doubly so this year since I'm wrapping up my job. Max, overall looks good - I'm not 100% sure that a TW weapon is available via MARS Fortune & Glory, but I don't see why you wouldn't have it - though you might have a good story for why a forbidden weapon wound up in the hands of a Coalition member of Psi-Bat. Kensie, B, Phere, all looks good. Dave, I might need a few more details - a bit more background (where does he come from, where did he get the sword, who're his enemies, etc) and I think if you're taking the Mystic background you get more psi-powers. Asarasa, did you have anything for the character you were considering?
  11. Edited the OP to more fully flesh out where you're all starting, as well as the current state of play in Rifts North America.
  12. One thing that might be tripping Dave up is that the character creation system for the Rifts version of Savage Worlds is contained in the Tomorrow Legion Player's Guide, which uses templates (i.e. character classes.) The way it works is that you select a class/template, select a race, then distribute 5 points in stats and 15 in skills unless your template says differently. There are more details on page 11 of the Tomorrow Legion Player's Guide, which you can snag here. The closest to "champion with sword and pseudo-mystical powers" is the cyber-knight; there's also the Mystic, which covers the magic side of things even if it's a less melee-ish character.
  13. The Premise: The war is over, and the wrong side won. Tolkeen, a bastion of magical theory and learning, where mystic practicioners, other-dimensional refugees, misfits and malcontents could live in peace, was forced into warfare with the human supremacist Coalition States, who had recently begun expanding after years of consolodating their gains and delving into Golden Age technological stores to upgrade their weapons and robots. The people of Tolkeen knew what occupation would mean for an empire founded on the notion of the eradication of anything that didn't fit the Coalition's narrow definition of sentient life, so they used every means available to protect themselves, including long-forbidden magics involving blood sacrifice and pacts with ancient demons. They told themselves it would be worth it when the Coalition was driven back, that the metaphorical (and sometimes literal) genies could be put back in the bottle. It wasn't enough. The Coalition was battered, but ultimately triumphant. Tolkeen was razed. The monsters it summoned now roam free; the people clinging to it for stability are scattered and being hunted by the Coalition. The cyber-knights have been shattered, with a significant number having joined the Tolkeen war effort and having lost their way; no one has seen or heard about their founder, or his closest associates, in many months. Even more troubling, Lord Dunscon - self-proclaimed ruler of the Federation of Magic - has begun a campaign of consolidation of his own, seeking to unite the cities of the Federation of Magic under his own tyrannical rule, pointing out that if the only alternative is destruction by the expansionist Coalition States, his rule will at least allow free cities such as Dweomer and Stormspire to exist - even if it is the rule of a man whose chief criticism of Tolkeen was that it was too soft. Some people joke that the second apocalypse is upon us. But it's a joke no one laughs at. Those outside the borders of the Federation and the Coalition wonder if they'll be next, and what, if anything, can be done about it. Those within said borders who don't toe the party line are wondering where they can go. Everything in North America is in flux, and no one knows what will come out the other side. The Setting: A sizable settlement called Prince's Landing, chiefly an argicultural and mining town. The primary crop is barley, and the local stout is noteworthy; the primary mining export is a vein of zinc which is often used in the maintenance of advanced technology. Limited robotics are used to mine, and the local hedge mage has helped ensure that harvests are reliable. It's a relatively small town, and like most small towns in the world of Rifts, can't affort to be overtly picky about who stays there - many don't have the power to resist powerful forces such as pilots with their own power armor suits, or mages with a reasonable grasp of spellcraft, and as long as people are willing to work or have credits to spend, people tend to live and let live. There is reasonably close proximity to a ley line, but it's a weak ley line and it hasn't caused any trouble in living memory. However, Prince's Landing is sandwiched in between the two Coalition states of Missouri and El Dorado, and to the east is the Federation of Magic. Furthermore, their two major trading partners - the city-states of Kingsdale and Whykin - are on opposite sides of "the Coalition issue," with Kingsdale a more tolerant city and with Whykin more fully embracing the Coalition ambassadors that come calling. The current mayor of Prince's Landing favors Kingsdale, but without any support from any other major powers, the Coalition could decide to wipe them both off the map with ease - and many people in Prince's Landing are in favor of taking Whykin's side, with hate crime incidents on the rise. The d-bees and freethinking scholars and radicals in the region are all waiting to hear a metaphorical pin fly out of a possibly literal grenade. Your Characters: I'm looking for four to six players who can post relatively often and work well enough together. This is a cooperative game, though you need not know each other at game start; you could have met in the war (as mercenaries employed by either side, or even on opposite sides.) The Tomorrow Legion is going to factor in at some point, though all anyone's heard at this point are rumors, if that. You've wound up in town and are trying to figure out what to do next - or a way to do what you want to do next, if only you could catch a break. To create a character in the Savage Worlds version of Rifts, you'll probably need the Savage Worlds rules and the Tomorrow Legion Player's Guide. Character creation starts on page 11 on the Player's Guide. You can select a template from the following choices: Combat Cyborg: Heavy combat man-machine, greatly enhanced by cybernetics. Crazy: Psionically enhanced supersoldier, mentally unstable but able to take great advantage of it. Cyber-Knight: Part holy warrior, part psionic martial artist with an energy sword, and all kinds of trouble for enemies using tech weapons. Glitter Boy: Owner of the ultimate powered armor and personal ranged weapon, though with drawbacks in terms of mobility and side effects. Juicer: Born to die, a live-fast, fight-hard super soldier with the ability to burn her life force for truly heroic moments. M.A.R.S.: The mercenaries, adventurers, rogues, and scholars of Rifts who have less raw power but more experience and variety. Burster: Raw, awesome firepower. A super powerful pyrokinetic for a world gone mad. Mind Melter: A true master of psionic power, employing unparalleled telepathic and telekinetic abilities. Ley Line Walker: Master of magic, they can interface with ley lines effortlessly for nearly unlimited power. Mystic: Combines faith-driven magic with psionic power, intertwining two Arcane Backgrounds with a spirituality others do not comprehend. Techno-Wizard: The ultimate gadgeteer, combining arcane science with an innate talent for tools and machines. Flame Wind Dragon Hatchling: A newborn dragon seeking its place in the world. Yes, a dragon. In addition, the various races - humans, mutants, d-bees and aliens - are available. Custom races are potentially available upon request, and even if you're human, no one says you have to be a human born on this Earth - or from this time, since rifts that bend time are not unheard of. There are two house rules I've added, one at character generation and one at character advancement. The latter is that that buying a new skill no longer consumes one entire advance; instead, it's treated like buying a single skill point in an existing skill, so you can buy a new skill and raise another. This is to encourage people to branch out into new skills should they realize they forgot to acquire a useful one or that there's a critical skill no one in the group's covered. The at-character generation rule is this: at the start of the game, your character is down and out and not at their best, the circumstances of which I'll work out with individual players (though I'll take suggestions.) This is a temporary drawback and should be gone by the end of the first adventure. Examples include being a rookie cyber-knight who's unable to yet summon their psi-sword; a glitter boy whose bracing system for the boom gun is miscalibrated, rendering it unable to fire; a magic or psychic who encounters something bad every time they use their powers, a dragon that for some reason can't remember how one of their instintive abilities works, and so forth. I'll work with you to find one you want to roleplay through - the idea being that life has temporarily set you on the back foot, and the first adventure features you in part getting your footing back. If you have questions or comments, let me know!
  14. "Bunks, right. Hold on - " Sunshine waves them along, munching as she went. She looked confident, but not fully so, as she led them along. "So first things first, the decontamination suite is good, but this is an interplanetary ship and bugs are gonna happen. If you find any bedbugs in your cot, let us know and we'll tie it to the hull. Couple of hours at absolute zero out in the Suck oughta kill any bedbugs, and anything the Suck doesn't kill is probably gonna give us bigger problems than an itchy mattress. Around this way - wait, this way - " Sunshine looked momentarily confused, following the signs to the living space. "Sorry, spend most of my time on the bridge. Where you all going to be stationed, then?"