Kz3r0
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I was thinking for quite some time to make an LP inspired to Howard's Conan, so I have finally decided to give it a try.
Some words in advance, obviously being acquainted with Howard's works would be better even if not strictly necessary, also, I want to structure this LP around the use of instinct, as a real barbarian character players should just rely on their gut feeling instead of some subtle reasoning, for this very reason they should not fear a game over per-sè but heavy consequences for their actions nonetheless.
The loose main goal of the game is to sit on the throne of Aquilonia, of course, but is not mandatory, it also obvious that I will draw heavy inspiration from Howard' stories, no copy-pasta tho.
Disclaimer:
To the people following my Wulfen LP, fear not, that one takes priority.
Waiting for suggestions and considerations here a map of the world and a poem:
Boiling Blood
The Gray King
Bonus :The Words of Man
The Eyes of the Serpent
The Poison of the Serpent
The wind of the North
The Hour of the Bear
The Gray Stranger
Bonus:Down the Hill
Of Kings and Warriors
Norsemen
Fleeting Nights
Lukewarm
White Night
Rune Warrior
Some words in advance, obviously being acquainted with Howard's works would be better even if not strictly necessary, also, I want to structure this LP around the use of instinct, as a real barbarian character players should just rely on their gut feeling instead of some subtle reasoning, for this very reason they should not fear a game over per-sè but heavy consequences for their actions nonetheless.
The loose main goal of the game is to sit on the throne of Aquilonia, of course, but is not mandatory, it also obvious that I will draw heavy inspiration from Howard' stories, no copy-pasta tho.
Disclaimer:
To the people following my Wulfen LP, fear not, that one takes priority.
Waiting for suggestions and considerations here a map of the world and a poem:
http://conan.wikia.com/wiki/Cimmeria_(poem)Cimmeria
It was gloomy land that seemed to hold
All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun,
With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds,
And the dark woodlands brooding over all,
Not even lightened by the rare dim sun
Which made squat shadows out of men; they called it
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and deep Night.
It was so long ago and far away
I have forgotten the very name men called me.
The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream,
And hunts and wars are like shadows. I recall
Only the stillness of that sombre land;
The clouds that piled forever on the hills,
The dimness of the everlasting woods.
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night
Boiling Blood
The Gray King
Bonus :The Words of Man
The Eyes of the Serpent
The Poison of the Serpent
The wind of the North
The Hour of the Bear
The Gray Stranger
Bonus:Down the Hill
Of Kings and Warriors
Norsemen
Fleeting Nights
Lukewarm
White Night
Rune Warrior
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