Presently Inactive ideas
Or else already running / ran
But hey, if you like it, maybe you can convince me to blow the dust off of one. Kushiel-verse
Beneath the Eagle's Wings
Bjarni wondered if the pain from the wound in his leg that the boar had inflicted had caused him to imagine the Kings words. Or perhaps he had simply misunderstood them. His grasp of D'Angeline was better than most of his kin, but still not perfect. The looks of shock on the faces of the other feast guests, and the heads that turned to both him and the petite Princess seated at the royal table made him realise that he had not misheard after all.
The King had just announced she was now his betrothed, given as the hinted at prize of the hunt. His head turned towards her, and even at this distance, she seemed as surprised as he was.
This was a plot development in another game I was playing that ended soon after. I'd like to give it a whirl and see how the story might play out.
Prey My name is Lucius Aquilinus Aurelius. I have the honour to serve as Centurion in the Aquilo Legion, commanding a mixed century of Salararius drop infantry and machinamenti pedestris war machines. The year is 2500 ab urbe condita, From the Founding, the founding of Rome, the eternal city. My Legion has been in the vanguard of the conquest of the barbarians across the Western Ocean in Nova Hesperia, or Vinland as they named it. They fight well, but their individual prowess cannot long match the discipline of the Legions. Already the first territories taken see the benefits of our rule, and what the Pax can bring them. In time they all will.
Of course, there is unrest in every Empire. Bandits. Agitators. Those who think themselves more suited to rule than the rightful rulers, or those who think they can declare themselves no longer part of the Empire. A foolish thought, and one that is inevitably proven wrong. Those not killed will frequently find themselves sold into slavery.
I suppose that is where our story begins, does it not ....
An alternate history of the world, one in which the Roman Empire never fell, and now spans much of Europe, Africa, and now is making inroads on the North American continent. A military officer, returned to his home in Rome on leave purchases a new slave.
After that ... who knows ... the story could develop in any number of directions. General level of technology is about late 1800s ish, though with a magitech/steampunk feel.
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright. To see
Spotted in a club.To see. To want.
Separated from who she is with.
Edged out into the night, into the storm, in a city she does not know, a country that is not her own.To see. To want. To take.
Chased through a darkened maze of streets, til finally, exhausted, battered, she can go no further.
And then ...smilesMine now.
Man or monster? Is there a difference between the two?
Lord of the Night "MINE! She's mine. Send word to seal the valley, no one gets in or out." He raised his finger to his throat where the blood was drying to a trickle. "I'll hunt this bitch down myself, and when I'm done with her, she'll learn what it means to try and slay me."
His voice boomed out into the forest. "Do you hear me assassin? You've failed, and now I'm coming for you."
Two races at war, and one headstrong young huntress who has bitten off more than she can chew. What fate will await her if her target makes good on his threat?
Feng Shui: The dreams. Every night it's the same. Every day, I suppose I should say. I don't sleep at night any more.
At least, I think it is the same. Or parts of the same dream. It's like watching a movie that keeps skipping. A scene here, a scene there, and I'll be damned if I can make sense of it.
Who is she? Why did I lose it, go into a total red rage over some street girl I've never seen before? Why can't I remember?
Fine, I'd probably have taken the pimp down on general principles. What's the point of having powers if you don't use them for .. good? For justice? The papers seem to favour the term vigilante, or menace, depending on how deep in the crime families pockets they are. Meh, fuck 'em. They've had it their own way for far too long. Rules have changed, boys and girls. No more slaps on the wrist. No more thousand dollar an hour lawyers to find loopholes and technicalities.
Justice is coming for you.
Damnit, who is she? Why does she matter so much? Why can't I remember?
A superhero (of sorts) with no memory of his past, and dreams that torture his sleep. A face of a girl he can't remember, but one who stirs powerful emotions in the shadowed depths of his mind.
This is a character I had in a Supers campaign which ended before he could explore his own backstory. I'd be interested in giving it a go here.
Watching this Shoot Em Up BEST ACTION SCENES !!!!!!!!!!!!
(this guy so embodies the Carnival of Carnage schtick
) and this Equilibrium
has got me in mind for playing some Feng Shui, as a gun weilding Killer (archtype), part of the Secret War, opposite someone ignorant of it, who gets drawn into it, becoming a Hero themselves. Someone like a Cop, Thief, Journalist or Private Investigator would fit the bill nicely.
For those not familiar with the setting, it's every Hong Kong action movie you've ever seen, all rolled into one. Seen 'Big Trouble in Little China'? That's a quiet Feng Shui session
This Secret War is fought by those who know a simple, elemental truth of existence: certain sites harness and intensify chi (the life force). History belongs to those who are attuned to these sites, as they gain great fortune in matters both mundane and mystical. The scramble to possess the world's feng shui sites has now begun in earnest.
This battle rages throughout time and into the Netherworld as well, against sinister eunuch magicians of the past, secretive power groups of the present, and the twisted scientists who control the future. Fighting against them all are the pitiful remnants of the Dragons, fighting the good fight for freedom and justice.
Mystic fu powers meet advanced technology from the future, whilst awakened animals battle bio enhanced Abominations. Gamblers and spies match their wits with ancient sorcerers against a backdrop of explosions.
The Secret War is ready to be discovered.
7th Sea, The Princess Bride, Musketeers, it's all good. Daring deeds and witty banter, flashing blades and heaving bosoms. [one on one, possibly small group]Wuxia:
In a similar vein to the above, a story set in mythic China (or something close to it). Mystic powers, impossible stunts, hopping vampires, ghostly romances, it's all good. WAR: A Private Reckoning [NC-H]
It will help if you watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKOhzfkCdbY#ws-lq-lq2-hq-vhq-hd
before reading the plot I have in mind. Specifically from about 2:15 (the first appearance of your character on the rooftop) , to 3:39 (my character - or rather a male version thereof - leaving). It will set the scene nicely.
The Great War has begun, the forces of Disorder swarming over those of Order. In some nameless town of the human Empire, a Druchii (Dark Elf) wizard comes across one of his hated High Elf kindred, one of their Shadow Warrior scouts. Catching her by surprise, he intends to take his time killing her, to savour her feelings of helplessness, but a recall is sounded. He turns, leaving her alive, leaving her to wonder why. They meet again, several times, on the fields of battle, til finally he is able to capture her. He withdraws with his prize to the Black Ark that is his base. Killing her would be simple. Breaking her would be a challenge, and one he could relish ... and he does so
enjoy a challenge. To take her, possess her again and again, crushing her spirit til she will become his willing slave. [Bon-H] Ad Astra
Having come across this comic recently http://well-of-souls.com/outsider/index.html
I think it would make for a good story. Its worth a quick read for more details, but here's the short version ..
We never thought that First Contact would be this way. A shipload of refugees fleeing from a war between two alien superpowers, they told us what it was really like out amongst the stars. We'd been lucky up until now. A quirk of geography had placed us way out on the fringes, but the way that wars spread, that wouldn't likely stay that way.
This was war to knife. No quarter given. The smaller races had been sucked into it. Neutrality wasn't an option. The refugees confirmed that, telling tales of genocide, entire planets slagged to the bedrock. Well, if humanity was going to get sucked in, best we found out first hand about things.
That's why a handful of Explorer Corps were sent out to what we hoped were fringe systems, where we could gather information, and hopefully make a peaceful contact.
That was the plan anyway ...
Based on this picture I found.
You knew that that
line had a bad reputation, but you dismissed the stories. People don't just vanish. Well, they do, but there's a reasonable explanation for it.
It was late. You were tired. You should have caught a cab, but the weather was foul, and there wasn't a single one to be seen.
With what happened though, you had to leave, to get out, to get away from everyone, and everything.
So you took the train. It was empty. The vibration of the tracks lulled you to sleep.
And now you really have got away from everything.
A dark mirror realm, sort of Noir / Sin City-ish. Towers that loom high overhead. Badly lit alleyways. Fog shrouded streets.
And a helpless little morsel, lost and alone.
Delicious. Yes, my dear, I will use you. Rest assured of that. But I'll use you less harshly than others here will.
Of course, you're quite free to reject my offer of assistance. But one word of advice. Don't be out of doors when the sun goes down.
This vidRepo Zydrate Anatomy [HQ]
gives a nice feel for this idea, and I could easily see the character Graverobber (or something very much like him) offering to help our little lost waif .. for a price, naturally.
Take a listen to thisMercedes Lackey - Battle Dawn
There's definitely a story waiting to be told. Dark deeds and treachery, blood and honour, and at the end of it, who will stand triumphant on the field of battle, and what will be the losers fate?