16 Feb 2012
Hi all. I've been working on some rules for an arena style battle pitting 1-3 characters against an array of monsters and beasts and the farther the game progresses the harder it gets.
The rules are still work-in-progress and we will be play testing it for the first time tomorrow.
Now, without further ado, here is the background short story (hope you enjoy it).
Shador, the Lord of Chaos, favoured of all the Chaos gods decided it was high time for a tournament...
Chanting for days on end Shador began preparing everything. When the sun was on it's highest peak on the third day the whole world seemed to tremble in anticipation. Suddenly, a massive arena arose out of the ground. Higher and higher it rose until it covered almost half a mile of ground. Looking at his work Shador found it acceptable. Tearing open a whole to the warp, he summoned an entire host of deamons and madmen to fill the stands and wait to be entertained.
The Lord of Chaos decided for this grandest of tournaments he will need the grandest of warriors to partake. As such he called on his powers yet again, searching the world for warriors and fighters truly befitted to enter this magnificent Colosseum. Finding a host of heroes, he went on to summon them to his tournament. He cared not for what they were doing at the time, for nothing could be more important then his tournament. He teleported some of them while they were in the middle of a battle, others while they were sitting at a table enjoying dinner, and some he disrupted even while they were fighting their arch enemies, sometimes plucking them right from their horse's back.
Standing on his podium at the head of the arena, Shador eyed the newly arrived for a few moments. "Horrors and spawns! Men and woman of Chaos! I give you, YOUR CHAMPIONS!!!" The whole stadium erupted in cheers and inhuman sounds while a small smile crept over Shador's face. He could see the confusion on the faces of the champions, he saw them eyeing one another, each keeping their distance from the rest but still ready to strike at a moment's notice. Shador smiled, "Soon they will realise it is not each other they should distrust." He thought to himself as the gates started opening and the first creatures entered the arena...
P.S. This story is also still kinda in draft form. Maybe I'll make a whole series on the upcoming play-test, depending on how spectacular it is.
The rules are still work-in-progress and we will be play testing it for the first time tomorrow.
Now, without further ado, here is the background short story (hope you enjoy it).
Shador, the Lord of Chaos, favoured of all the Chaos gods decided it was high time for a tournament...
Chanting for days on end Shador began preparing everything. When the sun was on it's highest peak on the third day the whole world seemed to tremble in anticipation. Suddenly, a massive arena arose out of the ground. Higher and higher it rose until it covered almost half a mile of ground. Looking at his work Shador found it acceptable. Tearing open a whole to the warp, he summoned an entire host of deamons and madmen to fill the stands and wait to be entertained.
The Lord of Chaos decided for this grandest of tournaments he will need the grandest of warriors to partake. As such he called on his powers yet again, searching the world for warriors and fighters truly befitted to enter this magnificent Colosseum. Finding a host of heroes, he went on to summon them to his tournament. He cared not for what they were doing at the time, for nothing could be more important then his tournament. He teleported some of them while they were in the middle of a battle, others while they were sitting at a table enjoying dinner, and some he disrupted even while they were fighting their arch enemies, sometimes plucking them right from their horse's back.
Standing on his podium at the head of the arena, Shador eyed the newly arrived for a few moments. "Horrors and spawns! Men and woman of Chaos! I give you, YOUR CHAMPIONS!!!" The whole stadium erupted in cheers and inhuman sounds while a small smile crept over Shador's face. He could see the confusion on the faces of the champions, he saw them eyeing one another, each keeping their distance from the rest but still ready to strike at a moment's notice. Shador smiled, "Soon they will realise it is not each other they should distrust." He thought to himself as the gates started opening and the first creatures entered the arena...
P.S. This story is also still kinda in draft form. Maybe I'll make a whole series on the upcoming play-test, depending on how spectacular it is.
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