Reflections on The Veins of the Earth

Somewhere, deep deep down in my heart, there is an opening. A tear. A lesion. Something deliciously foul is down there, and it beckons to me, by its existence I am pulled. Peering into the abyss, I don't see anything. But I can feel it, whatever it is. It calls. I crawl down, not sure what to expect. And no, I'm not sure I ever could have explained it. But what I've found down there has always terrified, intrigued, and enamored me, in equal rotating twisting parts, flapping in the slight breeze like skin on a clothesline of intestine. I never once thought these places could be described.

And then I held Mr. Stuart's book in my hands. I stared into the blackness, once more.

A shudder came over me. I could feel the figure on the cover, I could hear his scream in my mind. I knew why he was screaming. He wasn't screaming because he was falling. Falling is nice. Falling is fun. I was jumping off of high dives when I was four, if not younger. I was jumping off of porches at two, over and over and over and over and over. I'm surprised my poor mother still has a beating heart, now that I think on it. But, even now, it's still fun! I still jump from stairways when I think no one is watching, just to feel the sensation.

It's the landing that's awful.

My bones, older than they were then, hurt, even if it's just a little bit, when I land now.

And I'm not falling anymore. I find that I miss it.

It's tragic.

He knows he's going to hit the ground and hurt. 

I opened the book and my pulse stopped, for just a millisecond. Patrick Stuart had crawled through the hole too. He's seen it. He knows. For years, decades, I assumed, in my flaming arrogance, that I was the only one who had found it and managed to keep anything resembling sanity. But that was done by trying to pretend that it didn't exist, by throwing up defenses that never worked but I wanted them to work so why shouldn't they? Why shouldn't it work? If I don't look at it it isn't real. The rest of the world can get away with it, so why not me?

I think he stared straight in, and wrote down what he saw. I'm not sure how. I'm in awe of it.

Perhaps the strangest thing was seeing the Aelf-Adal, his take on dark elves. I'd seen them. I'd met them. Somehow. Don't ask me how that works, but they're real in a way that you and I are not. I know that sounds crazy, but they're something way deep down in our consciousness. For all these years that I've run games I've hinted at their existence, to myself and others. But that was all I could stand. It was all I could do. I knew the deRO, the gnonmen, all the others in this tome. I looked at them and realized that all he'd done was name what he'd found, down where the soul leaks rivers of ash and gaseous bile. They weren't my names for these entities or concepts or archetypes or what-have-you. But they were the same things, whatever they are.

I think he put down a flag in the darkness and sat there until he could write it all down.

I cannot recommend this book enough to others. There's a lot that's useful here, even if it makes the skin crawl, which can be quite good for one's soul. It's good to be reminded of the madhouse we're in at times. I don't innately see this as a horror work and would not recommend it as such. Horror is too banal for what this book does, by and large. No, this is properly a part of fantasy, which is the older genre, from which horror takes its roots. It's a danse macabre, and that's good for people, in the proper doses.

I think a healthy dose of danse macabre is more than what most people think it is.

At some point I'll write an actual review on the book. Y'know, go through its mechanical bits and why they're awesome, talk about his veins generating toolkit and why it's amazing, and talk more about these monsters that cause nostalgia in parts of me that I never thought could feel such an emotion. It's a shame I don't really connect with the OSR movement all that much, cause I'd go for Lamentations of the Flame Princess hardcore, but those are not my mechanical and philosphical leanings. Fortunately most folks don't say no to money. This book will definitely get mine.

I'm not sure one should run from what's down in the lesion.

Alternate Worlds and Burning Wheel, Rough Draft: Part One, The Underground

By Aged Pixel

At one point I tried to run a Burning Wheel campaign where the players were kidnapped to Faerie. While the game's narrative was... alright (getting ready to be deployed made me a bit distracted).. I was not very satisfied with Burning Wheel on a mechanical level for dealing with going to a different world. Faerie didn't feel very different from the world the players came from. And it wasn't that I was trying to get the system to do different stuff than usual: set Beliefs, challenge, and resolve. A huge part of the setting for my Burning Wheel games that I've not yet really explored is how integral the underground is to it. We walk on a solid wave, with an endless ocean of stone beneath. But I've avoided those jaunts below the surface, because I want those places to feel legitimately alien. I hadn't thought of it then, but I think that means the mechanics have to shift a bit.

Now, the next part I'm going to make giant and bolded, in case it gets missed.

None of this is tested. This is a rough rough rough rough draft.

 Got it?

Cool.

A lot of my ideas are adapted from the brilliant and haunting "The Veins of the Earth" by Patrick Stuart. In fact, if you haven't read it just drop what you're doing and give the man the money he deserves for such a fantastic book. And then read it. It's superlative. I'm sure he'd love a dirty storygamer stealing his ideas, but I highly doubt he'd come for my mechanics, given that they're dirty storygame mechanics

THE DIVIDE IS REAL FOLKS. I'M A DIRTY OSR THIEF. COME GET ME.

Going Underground

Beliefs

Whenever you go underground you must rewrite two of your Beliefs: one to address what you see when the darkness comes in, and the other one about the person you're near who's holding the torch. If you're the person holding the light source this Belief should be about what you think of holding the torch. The previous Beliefs have artha awarded for attempting or completing them, and play commences.

Lumes

The concept is stolen directly from Stuart's book: light is time is money. Essentially Lumes are a specific personal tracker of how much light generating potential you have. Don't have light in the pitch black of the underworld? I don't have hard numbers in place yet, but I'm thinking at least +3 Ob, to almost any action that involves moving around in the dark.

Lumes are an abstract measurement of how much supplies you have for light. It's usually oil, but could be other things. After you do any action roll the Die of Fate: If you roll lower than your Lume rating the Lume rating decreases by 1. If you roll a 1 the light source goes out and needs to be re-lit. At Lume 0 your light source goes out and you may not relight it without finding a Lume to sacrifice.

To increase your Lume rating you must pass a Resources test. Obstacle is equal to the difference between your desired Lume rating and the Lume rating you have now (Lume 6 - Lume 4 is an Ob 2 Resource test). Lume takes a number of inventory slots equal to its rating.

Inventory

I know I know, I said inventory in a Burning Wheel game!! Please come back! It matters here! Like, a lot. Go spelunking for five minutes and you'll see that's it's a matter of life and death. Before you go underground add up all your Stat exponents and divide it by 2, rounded down (Power B3, Forte B4, Agility B6, Speed B3, Will B3 and Perception B5 gives you 10 Inventory). Items take a number of Inventory Slots equal to the number of hands required to hold them. I need to come up with harder numbers than this, but that puts everyone at not quite enough stuff, which is the point.

Cracks

When you're spelunking you're going to have to crawl through some tight spaces. This requires a Speed test. Players with an Inventory rating higher than the Obstacle the GM assigns may not attempt the test. Players with an Inventory rating equal to the Obstacle roll the Die of Fate when crawling through: if a 1 is rolled then the player must sacrifice a random piece of equipment from their Inventory to complete the test.

Reflexes

Characters who are with someone with a light source (or holding a light source) get +1 Reflexes. Characters without that light source get -1 Reflexes.

Putting It All Together

It is imperative that the reading understand the following: none of this matters if it doesn't challenge a Belief. Burning Wheel is not a simulator, nor should it be. All this does is give some additional wrinkles to scenes you already know how to run. That being said, don't be shy about handing out these types of tests while you're underground. You want players taking too much down and then pushing it through tight cracks, ahead of them. You want them having to figure out what to do when the last Lumes source broke by accident. These can be really challenge and dramatic moments, and the GM should lean on them, given that the campaign's underground. Used well, these rules should give a very different feel for those who are journeying around, in the veins of the world.

Risk Legacy: First Impressions

I've been wanting to play this game for years. Back in college I'd gotten it to play with my RPG group... and we played one game. That's it. One. I'm not sure why, cause the game intrigued me! Part of it may have been that this was my first explosion of interest in RPGs. I was neck deep in Burning Wheel and couldn't quite move onto anything new. Or maybe I'd had enough of moving things around on a map (*sighs* oh 4e). Maybe it didn't click with the group? I don't know. Whatever it was, it wasn't until a few months ago that I began to feel the hankering for this game again. So I went and pulled out my copy.

MY BLOODY FAMILY HAD GONE AND PLAYED A GAME WITHOUT TELLING ME.

BABY SISTER?

BROTHER?

BROTHER'S FRIEND, WHO UP UNTIL THIS POINT WAS ALRIGHT IN MY BOOK???

Thank you, Dr. Cox, for your continued brilliance.

So I apologized to my board gaming group. I had talked the game up to them and now we couldn't use the board! There was just too much stuff. One of my buddies said that he'd buy it. And that was that!

So what's the game like?

Well, they added a new victory condition: getting four red stars. This is a much easier thing to do than standard Risk, where you have to wipe everyone else out. Now, granted, you can still do that, but it's going to be easier on everyone concerned if you're going for those stars. There are now stickers that you can put on the map, which grant differing bonuses or penalties to the area. You start with two: Ammo Shortage (which makes defense rolls harder) and Stronghold (which makes defense rolls easier). There are more.

Let's get to that, shall we?

Most of the game box has a ton of compartments in it, which are all hidden, with conditions for opening them. Almost none of them make sense. At least, not immediately. I wonder what's in them. This longing for knowledge drives the game forward, creating an addictive cycle not unlike the first time I tasted mulled wine and realized that I would never have a house without it, ever again. What, you've never had mulled wine?

Dude. Drop what you're doing and go get it. NOW.

Got a cup?


Isn't it delicious????

You're welcome!

OK, so opening up the box is terrifying. "What's done can never be undone" is the first thing you see as you open the box. Oh, and then the players have to claim responsibility for screwing up that world. You then choose factions (yeah, there's factions here. They're important. And awesome), as well as their ability from two different choices... and then tear up the other one. Yeah. It's an intimidating opening. It's amazing.


Now, the thing is that the first game is pretty normal Risk, albeit faster. You could probably play in about a half hour, assuming you follow the mostly-clear rulebook. And you'll place your stickers and name something. And it feels great. And you'll do it again. Except you'll find that the game feels a bit different. Those stickers change things up. And you'll find that things are starting to feel heavier. Nastier. And you'll want to keep opening those compartments. Cause that's crack. And you'll do it again. And again. And again. And all of a sudden you'll realize that you're playing a very different game.

Yeah, that feeling starts right at session two.

So, after we're done with the full campaign I'll write up an actual review. Spoilers coming ahead!

Sabina's Castle: Session Twenty

Anneli: The elven female main character, played by Andy. Anneli is a member of a group of (mostly) humans that are meant to go to the Island of Eternal Youth to make a wish. She lost her "key", a toy sword, to her traitorous sister Nomi. Anneli then teamed up with the nearby human military to go on a reconnaissance mission, only to fall afoul of a female ghost who was after one of her soldiers, Salomo.

Salt: Spar's daughter. The last time we saw her she had been saved by Anneli from certain death by the hands of the revenant Herminus.

Pyrite: A dwarf that knew Spar, now allied with Marian, Salt, and Telos.

Marian: A member of The Ones Who Sailed, a mysterious group who have made it to The Island of Eternal Youth. She had picked Anneli to be her successor by giving her the toy sword. Which she's lost. Great.


The Ghost was inside Anneli's skull, screaming for revenge against Salomo. Clutching her head, Anneli screamed at her to shut up, now. It worked. Everything was quiet again.

But they were now surrounded by fifteen orcs.

Anneli's unit began to form up into a circle, shield to shield, spears out.

And then it began.

The orcs charged and smashed against the shields and spears, trying to overwhelm Anneli and her unit. They had to dance back, out of the range of the spears. Anneli lashed out, killing a number of orcs in a few strikes. They began to inch their way over, but Anneli tripped over one of the corpses and went down, hard. Someone else began to bark out orders as she got to her feet... the wrong way. Anneli tried to show over the din of the battle, but it was too late: they had cut themselves off.  Anneli stepped out, spear a blur, and took on the rest of the orcs by herself. The soldiers got away.

And it first it seemed to be going well! Anneli killed a few more orcs, and had them down to a manageable number... until one of them stabbed her in the gut. And then another one picked her up and slammed her into a nearby wall. She fell to her knees, gasping for breath. One of the orcs grabbed her by her hair, mourning the fact that his orders prevented him from drinking her sweet elven blood from her delicate elven neck.

Anneli drew her sword and gutted him in one smooth motion.

The others closed in. She was back on her feet. Ready.

A pillar of fire descended from the heavens amidst a whirlwind. The orcs who weren't utterly consumed ran around the wreckage, screaming, before falling over in a twitching mess of flesh, burns, and swiftly fading agony. Anneli fell to her knees, begging for mercy from whomever had just unleashed Hell. Anneli was encircled by someone's arms, and she heard Marian shushing her. Rocking in Marian's arms, Anneli told her she had failed: Nomi had the toy sword. Marian assured her that wasn't important, not right now, that she was just happy she'd found Anneli again. Anneli told her she needed to go back to the human's fort, that they were going to help her get stronger. Marian promised they'd go back, but first they needed to tend to her stomach wound.

When Salt saw Anneli she slapped her. And then Salt saw her stomach wound and hugged Anneli, weeping.  They got her to Pyrite, who was able to stitch her up and disinfect the wound. They all resolved to make their way back to the human fort and figure out what they were going to do from there. Salt commented that even she was sick of the little hole they were in.

Heroes of the Grid: A Personal History

It's probably not much of a secret that I love Heroes of the Grid. I mean, y'know, all those character musings and whatnot. It's a bit of a left field thing for me, honestly, because confession time!

I am not that big of a Power Rangers fan.

I don't own any action figures (although I'm jealous of anyone who owns a dragon dagger), I'm not currently watching the show and I really have no plans to. I mean, I watch older seasons on Netflix from time to time, as a counter to the usually dark and gritty stuff that I like to consume, but it's certainly an exception to the rule of my bleak and grim tastes. In fact, I sometimes find my brain refusing to shut off and critiquing the show's philosophical underpinnings of using a grid as the basis of all life and whatnot. It strikes me as Cartesian, and thus post-Enlightenment, and thus dumb.

Yes, I did that, sober. Getting me drunk only makes me less restrained.

Yes, my Associate's Degree is focused in Philosophy. I'm that dude who can go on multiple hour rants about the philosophical underpinnings of practically anything, much to the annoyance of all around me. And Power Rangers does not walk out kindly from such rants and ravings, metaphysically speaking. Life is not cartesian-

Sorry. About started again.

So what the hell is going on? Why am I writing so much about this game?

Get in the box.

No, I'm not a Dr. Who fan. But I do think the Tardis is pretty cool.

We're going to take the time-machine, way back to 2007. I was growing more and more disillusioned with 3.5 Dungeons and Dragons. Now, if you're a 3.5 lover that's all well and good, but I think the game is hot garbage.

Yes, really.

No, I am not being all that unfair. 3.5 is objectively flawed

OK, maybe I'm being a little unfair. Doesn't change the fact that I don't like the game.

Now, before you go and start edition-warring in the comments, hear me out: there are objective cracks and flaws in 3.5 that should not be ignored. Linear fighters and quadratic wizards, the mathematical ridiculousness that is prestige classes and multiclassing, the fact that if you're wanting to actually emulate the fantasy genre then you're really in the wrong game, as DnD is its own genre, flat, and Pun-Pun the frickin' kobold. I know people still have fun with the game, and I certainly do as well, but that's not what objectivity is about. I think that word has been abused to all hell and back, into a beat stick for someone to get away with being a jerk.

Yes, I am getting to why I love Heroes of the Grid. But this stuff is important. You need to know it to get why I'm here, now, writing about this game.

Now, objective stuff is independent of one's opinions and whatnot. It's non-personal. I know many people adore 3.5. That's fine. No issue. But its objective flaws were really rubbing me the wrong way at that point, and I found that I could not love the game. And that was a shame! I'd bought a lot of books, especially the later stuff, and found there was stuff in it I still enjoyed a lot.

But man, when 4e was announced I was excited. Every last thing that I had issue with in 3.5 was getting addressed. Broken characters? Gone. Encounter design that actually made sense? (Don't pretend 3.5's does! Don't do it!) Thank God yes! A greater emphasis on party cohesion and making combat more fun? YAAAAAAS!

Notice how objective I'm being.

No, if you can't take the (double-edged) joke I don't suggest continuing to read.

I was so excited, in fact, that I began piecing together 4e from the bits of playtest and preview material that was being released and playing it, months in advance. By the time 4e debuted I had more than a good idea of how the system worked and was hardly surprised by any single piece of it. It was love at first sight. And that continued, for most of 4e's lifespan.

4e, at its best, was a rocking combat game, with tons of interlocking character and monster bits. Players had a suite of powers, class features, and feats, all of which were designed to explicitly work in the overall context of a team. Classes were grouped into roles, which were much looser than most of the naysayers wanted to admit. The monsters in the game were also put into roles, with fewer but much more memorable abilities. The encounter design system was so easy that one could throw together fights in a matter of minutes. Monsters could have their levels tweaked so easily that you didn't even have to write the changes down. And players had pretty easy markers to tell when they were in trouble, both in the short term of a combat encounter and over the long term of a session. If the DM was half-awake the players would find that their resources dwindled quickly, causing the players to have to think on their feet. Or, at least that's how it worked in my games. I was extremely good at pushing that system (and the characters within it) to its brink, without being overwhelming.

I had a good thing going. I knew the system, understood it as a child understands riding a bike, and could do pretty much anything I wanted to with the encounter system. It was the first game that I ever deeply and truly loved. And together, we were an unstoppable force. Hell, I had people coming to watch the sessions, years before streaming was ever a thing, because the campaigns I ran with 4e were that good. And dark. And intense. No really, folks came and sat down and had a running commentary on the game. It got so loud I had to start kicking people out so that way I could focus. It was grand!

Of course Andy had to ruin everything. He has a habit of doing that.

Of course Andy had to point out that 4e is a glorified combat simulator.

Of course Andy had to point out that I was trying to do complex character development with a system that didn't support it in any objective (SEE HOW THAT WORD COMES BACK TO BITE ME??) fashion.

Thank you Andy! 

Now, thanks to Andy, I GM three Burning Wheel campaigns. I would do more, but sleep. Yes, Andy, this is all your fault. As usual.

And it's awesome.

I love Burning Wheel. But it doesn't address a lot of things that I had come to love in 4e: the focus on combat, the teamwork, the interaction between roles, powers, and feats to create a very unique character, and the intricate puzzle that was combat. I've tried to go back to 4e but I always found that its flaws had become unpalatable. And that broke my heart. Over the next few years I found myself looking back, wistfully, at a game that had meant so much to me, but that I could no longer connect to.

I don't deal with loss and death very well. I'm that one dude who will sit by a dead dog that I didn't know and just sob for the poor thing. So not being able to connect back to a game that meant so much to me at one point? You know that's not going to go over well. It's a problem I'm going to keep trying to solve, probably for the rest of my life, because I am that sentimental. At times.

I did not back Heroes of the Grid on Kickstarter because I saw its similarities to 4e. I backed the game because Bargain Quest is the best game I (STILL!!!!!!) don't own. The design is infectiously joyful and hilarious. And so, when I saw that Jonathan Ying's name was plastered on the box, I backed it. Not only could I reconnect with childhood nostalgia but (and more importantly) the game design looked amazing.

And when I finally got to play it was an immediate connection. I just couldn't stop thinking about it, which is a phenomena that I find to be rare and disconcerting. It took me months to figure it out. But I started to notice things about the game, and the harder I pulled on the thread the faster down the rabbit hole I fell. At this point I'd say that if 4e was forced to take a paternity test it would be paying some hefty child support to Heroes of the Grid. The characters are definitely put into roles and have unique abilities that have to be understood by the whole group in order to be used well. The monsters are unique yet not obtuse. The game centers around a moving, interlocking puzzle, that requires all of the player's mental, emotional, and social faculties to overcome. Heroes of the Grid took all the things that were best about 4e, and got rid of the long and plodding combats, skill challenges, and all the rest of the stuff that just plain old didn't work with 4e, improved the good stuff, and used it to become its own game.

Heroes of the Grid is not a direct translation of 4e, but it preserved and passed on the spirit of 4e at its best. The camaraderie, the incredible rush of pulling off a combo with your fellow players, the slow grinding into nothing that 4e was so good at, and the feelings of empowerment and urgency were all translated over. And, after all these years, I found that I could move on, which is something normally accomplished by applying a crowbar to my backside. So this a welcome change! And, as it turns out, I have a lot to say about this new thing that I found, honed from years of experience with a fantastic game that doesn't deserve the bad rap that it got.

And so here we are.

Onward.

The Undertow: Session Two

When the morning came Mikansia and Jabez dressed up in their best formal uniforms and walked the mile to their headquarters. Entering the building they headed for the back, which is where the Captain's Office was. Most of the soldiers were in their usual informal clothes, and so they stuck out like sore thumbs. Captain Akseli and Firstsword Yngvar were also in formal attire, along with another soldier, who was there to record the proceedings.

Formal introductions were made. Captain Akseli explained that Mikansia was being charged with lying to an officer in matters that concerned unit safety. As her formal council Jabez asked to confer with Mikansia a moment; the motion was granted. Jabez Mikansia to plead guilty, under extenuating circumstances. When she did so Captain Akseli asked her to clarify. Mikansia told him that Krakeru had destroyed her family, being responsible for her mother traveling into the void. This incident was part of what caused her to join the Sword Singers in the first place, so that way nothing like that would ever happen to someone else, ever again. She hadn't meant to lie, but she was overwhelmed by hearing Krakeru's name and had no idea what to actually say. She apologized profusely, and promised it wouldn't happen again. Jabez stood up and related how distraught Mikansia still had been last night, and that she only needed some help in unpacking such a surprise. She was still very dedicated to the unit and punishment was not something that Jabez could recommend, not for such a momentary lapse of judgment.

Captain Akseli and Firsword Yngvar told the recorder, Mikansia, and Jabez to recess, while they conferred. That was disconcerting for Mikansia, but Jabez joked that Captain Akseli just didn't want it going down on the record the nice thing said about a Singer. The recorder didn't talk to them at all, still bitter about having to show up at all, particularly in uniform.

They were called back in. Captain Akseli told them that all charges would be dropped, but that Makinsia would need to talk with him more to make sure they could assign her to the proper place in the unit.  She agreed. Everyone was dismissed. Mikansia thanked Jabez for helping her. Smiling, he told her it was truly his pleasure to do so. 

The entire unit began to prep for rapid deployment to Elfharrow. Spirits were high. And then the rumors started. A new series of orders were said to have been passed down. New sightings of The Nameless on one of The Thousand Isles, and everyone was passing the rumor around like wildfire. Another day of prep passed, with no official news. That night, the same creature from before showed up in Mikansia's dreams, showing her the release letter, as well as Jabez's sword.  The next day Captain Akseli gathered the unit together and conformed that their orders had indeed changed: they were going to rapidly deploy to fight The Nameless! The whole unit rejoiced. Now that was real combat!

Mikansia tried to rejoice too; she couldn't. She continued to pack and get ready, but her heart really wasn't into it. This was the first time she had heard Krakeru's name in seventy-five years! When would she hear it again?

Mikansia and Jabez bumped into each other that night, at the guard fire: neither could sleep. Jabez asked Mikansia if she would take a walk with him. They wandered out the gates of their base. The wind was howling, but neither one minded it that much.

They got to the edge of the island and looked down. Below them the planet was dark, awaiting the sun. The stars shown in the black. The wind screeched like a beast. Somewhere below them a light winked in and out of existence. Jabez became anxious. Mikansia asked him what was wrong. Jabez smiled.  Mikansia took his hand. He asked her if she knew the primary duty of an officer. She nodded, mission first! Jabez swallowed, and said he couldn't stop thinking about how Krakeru had ruined her life and where her duties should lie: the unit or her shattered family.  He asked if she was actually going to deploy with the unit.

Mikansia tried to answer, but found that she couldn't. Jabez wasn't surprised. He took of his cloak of office and sword. Mikansia was puzzled

Jabez tried to push Mikansia off the island.

Mikansia jumped to the side and drew her sword. Jabez recovered and sat down. Confused, Mikansia asked what the hell was going on. Jabez replied that he was trying to help her. She couldn't outright break her oath, yet she couldn't not avenge her family. So Jabez had taken off his regalia. And there may or may not be a ship, floating below them, but not for very much longer. 

Mikansia nodded, and said she was -

Rocketing like a stone.

Whistling air. 

WHUMP

Mikansia spent the next few minutes gasping for breath. There was laughter all around her. Human laughter. Off to Elfharrow they would go, came the cry! They flew to the surface, in a (stolen??) elven ship, signing bawdy songs about how much better human men were in bed than the elven ones (HEAVE! HO!)

And throughout it all Jabez continued in his vigil, staring at them until he could see no more, cape clutched in his warm fists.

The howling of the wind seemed all the louder.

May the Power Protect You: Tommy Oliver (MMPR Green, Gift of the Dragon)

Caveat: I playtested a prototype version of Gift of the Dragon. Kind regards and thanks to Jonathan Ying and the rest of Renegade for letting me playtest!

I'm not going to lie, the instant I saw what Gift of the Dragon did I was concerned. Tommy's deck was built around Loner, how the heck would it work with something else? As you're about to see, I view the interaction between character ability and deck as incredibly important. The deck is the raw material that the character ability works upon. But Tommy was different, at least in my mind; the two elements were fused. His deck was built to rely upon Loner. Tommy was the only character who could not be torn apart. Right?

One of these days I will compile all the dumb things I've said about this game. It would fill a book.

Repeat it with me, children:

ARM CHAIR GAME CRITIQUE IS WORTHLESS

 

Very good! Again!

ARM CHAIR GAME CRITIQUE IS WORTHLESS

 

For those of you still confused: critiquing a game you have not played enough to understand is absolutely (defined here in an ironclad sense) stupid. Critiquing an element of a game you have not personally played is not quite as dumb, but it's still pretty bad. Telling the designer that you doubt the design based off of arm chair thoughts you had on the toilet because you were bored is about as bad as it gets. I do not brook exceptions to that rule. You may say that you do not care to try a game, or that the point of a game is offensive, or whatever, but if you have not played the game leave the design the hell alone.

Oh, if only we lived up to our own ideals! What a world it would be!

So, stupidly doubtful, I sat down and saw how he played. And, just like I usually am when poking at this game's mechanics, I was surprised at how well he played.

Gift of the Dragon is the subtlest character ability to date. You cannot understand at it on a random glance and see its true worth. Nor can you see it within a round of play. It has to play out, over the long term. You have to see what loaning a card to another person can actually do, over the course of at least a game, to see the moments that it enables, the likes of which you can get from literally no other ability in the game. The thing is that, unless you get  knocked out, the person you loaned that card to gets to keep it. So you can loan multiple cards, over the course of a game, as is necessary, and they stay around. Now, you may say "Why the hell would I want to do that?" Never, ever, underestimate constant effects in this game, since very little in this game stays that way. I can't even begin to go through all the permutations that could happen. What I am going to recommend are the two cards you should always give, without hesitation.

The most obvious card to give is Dragon Shield. I mean, why wouldn't you? Dragon Shield may cost an energy, but it boosts the offensive capability of the person who uses it. Giving it to a character who has enormous damaging boosting capabilities just makes them that much better. And, since you're not really not the damage dealing machine in this form, it doesn't make much sense for you to keep it. 

The other thing you need to give up pretty quickly is Dragon Rush, particularly to characters like Aisha (MMPR Yellow) or Rocky (Zeo Blue), who benefit from KOs. Yeah, I know, it means swallowing your pride, but there are other characters who can just flat out use that card better. And it's your job to give those characters the incredible power of that card, which lets those other characters become sweeper-lite. It will be very rare that you actually use any of your big moves while you're using Gift of the Dragon, because of the wonderful combos that can come up with other characters using those moves. Get used to it.

There are plenty of other ways to use Gift of the Dragon, but it's going to be hard to predict those permutations. Experiment, find out what works for you!

So what are you going to do while everyone's using your cards? Plug in the gaps. Solo Strike in particular will help you clean up cards that are not worth your team's time to kill, cards with 1 HP and the like. Dragon Rush can be used to much the same effect. You're not going out to be a rock star if you're playing Gift of the Dragon, so don't go and try be flashy. Without the power from Loner you just don't have that ability anymore, so hang back, let everyone get their stuff out, and be patient. Your time will come.

Gift of the Dragon Green Ranger is incredible, but it takes a lot of skill to use correctly. Don't expect to be the big MVP of the night, the guy who lands the clutch hit. You are that person's best friend. Help is your middle name. Every team has gaps, points where they just inevitably run out of cards, don't have enough life, or just flat out can't make the play. Your attack options don't run out. You are that last line of defense. Be the team's rock.