From owner-in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com Mon Apr 6 03:05:59 1998 Return-Path: Received: from lists.io.com (lists.io.com [199.170.88.15]) by pyramid.sjgames.com (8.8.5/8.8.5) with ESMTP id DAA02721 for ; Mon, 6 Apr 1998 03:05:59 -0500 Received: (from majordom@localhost) by lists.io.com (8.8.7/8.8.5) id DAA22533 for in_nomine-digest-outgoing; Mon, 6 Apr 1998 03:03:06 -0500 Date: Mon, 6 Apr 1998 03:03:06 -0500 Message-Id: <199804060803.DAA22533@lists.io.com> From: owner-in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com (in_nomine-digest) To: in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com Subject: in_nomine-digest V1 #708 Reply-To: in_nomine-l@lists.io.com Sender: owner-in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com Errors-To: owner-in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com Precedence: bulk in_nomine-digest Monday, April 6 1998 Volume 01 : Number 708 In this digest: IN> History - Ancient Trade and New Age stuff IN> Prophets Re: IN> Lilith and Freedom Re: IN> Lilith and Freedom Re: IN> Prophets IN> Bond: The Devil You Know IN> Bond Trailer : Shal-Mari Strikes Back IN> Re: Movie Trailer Re: IN> Re: Movie Trailer IN> Re: IN- Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Re: IN> Re: IN- Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Re: IN> Amber In Nomine ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 05 Apr 1998 17:21:35 From: Peter Frederick Subject: IN> History - Ancient Trade and New Age stuff >Em wrote >3. Even if a boat was built to survive the trans-atlantic voyage (as >someone a few years ago decided to 'prove'), and make its way out of the >Mediterreanean, and make it all the way across the Atlantic with no >astrolabe, no astronomical equipment built to navigate the ocean (like the >Vikings 2000 years later), it is difficult the boat would return and make >it back to Egypt with good in tact without preservation techniques. Even >if it was dried, it's difficult to believe the cargo would survive the >journey, let alone the people. What if the voyage was inspired and backed by the DP of Drugs and the ship was crewed by Angels of Trade attempting to jumpstart a global economy? >As I've said before, don't read everything you see in New Age magazines. >It simply didn't happen, and it will be believed to have not happened >until someone digs up an Egyptian Barque in the Yucatan. As it stands >right now, this is not hard enough evidence to say, "Well, they influenced >the Mayans." *Nods* those silly New Age people, why some of them beleive that the forces of Heaven and Hell exist and visit the Earth in physical forms to fight out a secret War over the Fate and Destiny of us Mortals. Hey, wouldn't that be a good background for some sort of game *Ducks*. Sorry about the sarcasm, but I can't resist a straight line. I don't find much use for most New Age stuff in my Real Life, but lots of it relates to Fiction pretty well. Guess I was thinking "Game History" and you were thinking "Real History". The Game background already includes things that are generally excepted not to be true in Real Life, and wouldn't it be a dull game if it didn't. Thanks for all the fabbie info on ancient civilisations. Always helps to know what Reality is before you start making things up. Thanking you for your indulgence. Regards, Peter. Reply to peterf@wr.com.au May the Goddess shelter you in the palm of her hand until we meet again. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 09:46:13 EDT From: JFZeigler Subject: IN> Prophets While thinking about EM's comment about working Judaism into the IN canon, an idea struck me. We presently have rules for Soldiers of God and Soldiers of Hell, with rules in the Marches book regarding a special kind of Soldier of Hell: the Sorceror. How about a special kind of Soldier of God: the Prophet? I'd define a Prophet as a human being who has a rare natural ability to perceive the Symphony. He doesn't specifically serve an angel as another Soldier of God might. Instead, his personal vision of the Symphony drives him, often against his will. Although a Prophet serves his own vision of the Symphony, angels will definitely be interested in him and will often appear to help or converse with him. Some demons will shun him, fearing his power and his special vision. Others will seek him out -- it's quite a coup to corrupt or destroy a Prophet. Prophets are more common than you might think. The greatest of them were founders of religions: Abraham, Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Joseph Smith :-). Most Prophets, though, are just people of unusual charisma and drive, who turn their talents toward making life better for those around them. I haven't worked out the game mechanics of Prophetic abilities yet, but a little research into the source material should provide some ideas. Also, in some ways Prophets are the antithesis of Sorcerors. A Sorceror thinks he is imposing his own Will on demons, but is actually their slave. A Prophet is a creature of Perception, who submits himself to the will of God but is actually free to work in the world. Prophets may therefore have some abilities that complement or oppose those of Sorcerors. (Using this idea, we may be able to shed some light on the origins of several major religions -- including Judaism, which was started and molded by a very long tradition of Prophecy.) Comments? - ---------- Jon F. Zeigler: Mathematician, freelance writer, amateur historian, science fiction fan, occasional scribbler of bad poetry JFZeigler@aol.com "Never speak for others. You can get in enough trouble speaking for yourself." ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 05 Apr 1998 11:05:32 -0400 From: Neel Krishnaswami Subject: Re: IN> Lilith and Freedom My take on the infernal word of Freedom is that it represents an escape from all restraint. This is certainly not a good thing; there obviously needs to be a common playing field if there are to be multiple free-willed beings interacting in any morally consequential manner. Oddly enough, this puts Lilith in the same philosophical corner as Vapula, Asmodeus and Malphas. All of them are interested primarily in subverting the order and structure of the physical world. (This doesn't mean that there must be any alliances between them, just as there isn't any alliance between the philosophically like-minded Kobal and Kronos.) Roughly: Lilith wants to ignore the rules. Vapula wants to break the rules. Asmodeus wants to manipulate the rules. Malphas wants to play with the players. They are opposed by Jean, David, Laurence, Marc, and Dominic. All of these AAs have a powerful interest in creating a stable reality in which there is a strong connection between decision and consequence. These AAs are interested in making humanity capable of taking responsibility for the moral consequences of their actions. - -- Neel Krishnaswami neelk@alum.mit.edu ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 05 Apr 1998 13:38:03 -0400 From: Jesse Subject: Re: IN> Lilith and Freedom >Vapula wants to break the rules. Vapula doesn't make sense here, prehaps you mean Valefor? - -Jesse ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 00:27:10 -0800 From: Armand Subject: Re: IN> Prophets >Although a Prophet serves his own vision of the Symphony, angels will >definitely be interested in him and will often appear to help or converse with >him. Some demons will shun him, fearing his power and his special vision. >Others will seek him out -- it's quite a coup to corrupt or destroy a Prophet. > >Prophets are more common than you might think. The greatest of them >were founders of religions: Abraham, Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Joseph >Smith :-). Most Prophets, though, are just people of unusual charisma >and drive, who turn their talents toward making life better for those around >them. > >I haven't worked out the game mechanics of Prophetic abilities yet, but a >little research into the source material should provide some ideas. >Comments? > >---------- >Jon F. Zeigler: Mathematician, freelance writer, amateur >historian, science fiction fan, occasional scribbler of bad poetry >JFZeigler@aol.com >"Never speak for others. You can get in enough trouble speaking for yourself." I'm not sure how many on this list listen to Iron Maiden, but they have a CD called "Seventh Son of A Seventh Son". It's written as a story, in which a title character is about to be born. In the words, it even states that 7 angels and 7 demons are fighting for control of him. I've used this CD as a plotline more than once. As far as IN, I wouldn't make it a PC option. In playing 5 different systems, with a similar theme, only once did I let someone play the "prophet". It had the unfortunate effect of having the rest of the players know that it was Mark's character, and so how could it be a bad guy? The other four times, I had a "human" running around who knew more than any other. His actions were disjointed and odd. The players had a tough time finding him, and then he seemed to know what they were going to do. This frightened my players, because it was something with unknown abilities. I do like the idea, I just don't know if it should be a PC option, Armand ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 05 Apr 1998 21:02:38 +0100 From: Jo Hart Subject: IN> Bond: The Devil You Know [I refuse to take total responsibility for this. It's a joint venture, as they say in the biz. Maya and I co-plotted and then wrote seperately, after noting that AAs are much more like typical Bond villains than the DPs -- so all the cool imagery and evil plot-twists are probably hers, and the gratuitous puns are probably mine! Probably ;) I just want to point out that I was VERY restrained and didn't blow up the Basilica!] jo - -- // First chords of the Bond theme // - -- // Inside a high-tech command centre. Asmodeus wears a tailored pinstripe, Baal is in a general’s uniform with dark glasses and Kobal in a nondescript grey suit. He is holding a telegram.// KOBAL: Gentlemen, you have seen the information which my agents retrieved, at great cost. ASMODEUS: If this proves true, there will be war. A brutal war which we do not need and cannot afford. BAAL: (to ASM) I have the gunboats ready, Prime Minister. ASM: And what if your information is incorrect, M? KOBAL: I fully understand your concerns, and I ask merely for one week before we move. BAAL: M is wasting time. We should go in with a full-frontal pre-emptive strike! ASM: (shrugs) Very well, one week. If this all blows up, then this conversation never officially happened. - -- // Camera pans in across snow-capped mountains towards a small Swiss town which is comprised mainly of log cabins// KOBAL (voiceover): 007, after this meeting you will be briefed by Q ... // Bond inspects a huge gleaming gun on a lab-bench which gives him an electric shock when he touches it.// VAPULA: Do get away from that, Bond! It’s still in beta testing. You’re getting as bad as Agent Belial these days. Come along, come along. KOBAL: (voiceover continues) Agent 003 disappeared three days ago in . He had previously managed to send back the first pages of a series of documents. Go there ... //Shots of Bond ice-climbing, taking out a muscled guard silently and switching clothes as a disguise, mingling with guests at an exclusive apres-ski party, climbing up the outside of the largest cabin by night and carefully taking out the windowpane of a room which has a log fire burning inside it// - -- // Bond faces off against Gabriel, who is in full kinky leather gear with flaming whip, silhouetted against the same log fire. Bondage rings are on the walls. // GABRIEL: How hot can you take it, Mr Bond? I do hope you have a little more.. stamina than your predecessor. - -- // Naked entwined skin, amidst clouds of smoke as the sheets catch fire // - -- KOBAL: (voiceover continues) .. find him ... // Bond shoulder-slams a door at the end of a darkened corridor. Inside is a room with mirrored walls where he surprises a cluster of semi-naked Mercurians and ... an Impudite.// BOND: Agent 003, I presume? ANDREALPHAS: 007 – trust you to spoil a perfectly good party. KOBAL: (voiceover) .. and retrieve those papers // Bond and Andrealphas in a running fire-fight with masked pursuers and dogs at night, scrambling down forested slopes. Shards of ice flying up from a bob-sled as they race away on it. Thunderous rumbling in the distance. Throbbing of a nearby helicopter.// // The bob-sled goes flying over a cliff.// //In a cramped helicopter. Nybbas is peering out and adjusting his night sights.// BOND: Nice of you to pick us up, old man. NYBBAS: You know me, James, anything for an old school chum. ANDREALPHAS: (smirks) So I’ve heard. - --- // A comfortable windowless room. The walls and furniture are made of bones. Michael sits in a director’s chair, stroking a white persian cat and directing a remote control at a wall-wide video screen. Novalis, straining the seams of a flowery bikini, is cuddled up on the floor by his legs, fondling his inner thigh.// MICHAEL: Who is this man? - -- // Fabulously expensive hotel reception in white marble.// BOND: The name is Bond. I believe you have a reservation for me? - -- KOBAL: (voiceover) Time is of the essence. - --- // A bleak snowscape looking out over the Marches. Blandine is wearing a full-length mink coat with collar turned up against the wind. A snow-leopard is superimposed. She is looking into the middle distance. // YVES: (off-camera) Do you understand what you must do? BLANDINE: I understand. It is my privilege to be able to serve. - -- // Camera swoops in over Paris. The Seine gleams in the evening sun like a jewelled snake. Or a flaming seraph.// // Plush hotel room. Beleth, disguised as the maid, raises a pistol to shoot at an unseen opponent, but is ambushed by black-robed figures.// - -- // Seraphim council meet in a concrete bunker, around an oak table. All are in celestial form. Michael strokes the white cat.// MICHAEL: Does anyone have any objections to an immediate advancement of the plan? ELI: Does it have to be all-out war? So soon? MICHAEL: (presses a button underneath the table - Eli’s chair explodes messily) Does anyone have any more objections? - -- // Inside an opera house, people in expensive evening dresses and dinner suits chatter in a bar. Blandine artfully bumps into Bond.//. BLANDINE: I .. want to defect. I have brought some papers with me //Later. In a rumpled bed.// BOND: Well, I don’t think you are at all defective. - -- // On top of the Eiffel Tower, by the millenium clock. Kronos and Bond talk as dawn breaks behind them.// KRONOS: If what these papers say is true, then the conspiracy may go as far as the very roots of the catholic church. BOND: In that case, I shall stock up on weed-killer. - -- // Michael’s bone-lined room. Laurence lounges against the door with barely-concealed murder in his eyes. David stands with folded arms.// MICHAEL: I want Bond. Now. - -- // Notre Dame de Paris. Light streams in through the rose window as Bond and Laurence duel down the main aisle.// KRONOS: (voiceover) I will not be able to come to you again, 007. Forces beyond my control bar me passage. - -- // Bond & Andrealphas stand back to back, in evening suits with pistols, at the bottom of a spiral stone staircase.// BOND: I believe the saying is ‘time to put your money where your mouth is.’ // Notre Dame explodes in gouts of smoke and flying stonework.// - -- // A high-tech gleaming subway train. David advances towards Bond down the main aisle, hands outstretched towards his throat.// //On the roof of the subway train, the tunnel speeds past. David wrestles Bond, and pushes his head towards the wall.// DAVID: Now, you die. - -- // By the Trevi Fountain. Nybbas and Blandine drink espresso in a café.// BLANDINE: I.. don’t understand. You say they took her? NYBBAS: See for yourself (gives her a folder of photographs) - -- // The halls of progress. Jean, wearing a starched labcoat, directs some black-winged angels to strap Bond to a table. A scary Device hangs above it.// JEAN: I think we will make a start with your extant memories before the full-brainwash. There is a 86.98% probability that this is the most efficient course of action. - -- // Blandine & Bond swing across a huge lab, from one balcony to the other, using a handy power lead.// - -- // Laurence advances at the head of a group of nuns wielding sub-machine guns. His sword shines unbearably brightly and the shadows of his wings trails behind him.// GABRIEL: (voiceover) That was a bad choice, James. Care to try again? (maniacal laughter) - -- // Water boils around a small luxury yacht as Michael, in seraphic form, coils around it serpentwise and drags it into the depths.// BLANDINE: (voiceover -- sobbing) Go! Get out of here! I’ll buy you the time, for her sake - -- // Bond, at the wheel of an articulated lorry, ploughs through a roadblock as his radio crackles into life.// KOBAL: (on radio) Michael must be stopped at all costs. BOND: I’ll try to fit that into my schedule, M. Anything else? KOBAL: I have a telegram from 003. It reads ‘Lust conquers all’ -- I presume that means something to you? - -- // Camera pans in towards St Peter's square. An image of a dark seraphic form rises menacingly over the basilica with wings outstretched, casting long black shadows.// - -- // Dominic, fully robed, descends wide marble steps with Bond, and other monks in tow. An unearthly glow shines from his cowl and sleeves.// DOMINIC: And when they hear me speak, they will know that this is the law. - -- //Bond races through gunfire and into the Vatican library, dodging armed Swiss guards. The doors swing shut behind him. Belial hefts the gleaming gun.// BELIAL: Evening, 007. You took your time getting here. BOND: Ran into a spot of bother on the roads. You know these Italian drivers. - -- // Blandine in a courtroom full of robed figures. She is on her knees, evidently pleading with Dominic. Her face shows bruising.// - -- // Inside a large library. Bond holds a book in one hand and faces Yves, who is holding the fluffy white cat.// BOND: You knew that we would find a way to stop him. YVES: Very clever, Mr Bond. I knew that I hadn’t under-estimated you. Unfortunately now you must die. BOND: If I go, the secret gospel goes with me. - -- // Camera pans in towards the white cat which stares at the lens with a malevolent, non-human intelligence.// //Camera pans right into the black part of the cat’s pupil and screen goes black. There is a gunshot.// MICHAEL: (voiceover) Wrong cat, Mr. Bond. // Cat hisses and strikes out towards the screen, leaving 5 thin clawmarks. They drip blood which pools into the title.// // Segue into Bond Logo // - -- Out-takes JO: Cut. I said Cut! Look, Saminga; can we get those corpses motoring without bits falling off them? SAMINGA: Corpssses. Need more... mussst kill JO: Yes, yes. What I’m getting at is that they just aren’t doing the biz with the minis. It was supposed to be like ‘The Italian Job’ but they keep getting fingers stuck in the handbrakes. SAMINGA: Kill them all.. JO: OK. Well, thanks anyway. Don’t call us. - --- // Jo storms into an editting room where Maya is carefully taping reels together, and slams the door.// MAYA: Told you Shedim don’t give good camera. No need to sulk about it. JO: Malphas was even worse. It’s a bit bloody tricky trying to get a scene shot when the camera crew decide to get into fistfights about who owes each other drinks! MAYA: Told you so. JO: (sulking) I really wanted to do that scene where Saminga ends up in bed with Andre. It would have been funny. - -- //Jo bangs on a set of elevator doors, which squeak open, and peers inside.// JO: (cough) Andre, in my copy of the script it says ... 'The lift doors open. Andrealphas /SAYS/ "Going down!"' - -- - ---------- "I like getting into hot water, it keeps me clean." G. K. Chesterton jhart@btinternet.com -- http://www.tardis.ed.ac.uk/~jhart/ ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 21:15:33 +0100 (BST) From: maya@tcp.co.uk (GR Cogman) Subject: IN> Bond Trailer : Shal-Mari Strikes Back In consideration of the demands of the entire scriptwriters of Shal-Mari, who stated that they do the Bond films anyhow, and the blandishments of Jo Hart, who has an even more evil mind than I do - well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. - --- JAMES BOND : THE LAST GOSPEL - ---------------------------- Bond theme starts. Lilith seated at a desk, busily typing. Valefor saunters in through the door behind her, and takes a seat on the corner of her desk. Valefor : "So what is it this time, Moneypenny?" Lilith, chewing her lip : "End of the world, James. Same as usual. Need a coffee?" Narrator : Bond's going to need more than coffee this time. A grey-suited Kobal, pinstripe-suited Asmodeus, and uniformed Baal in a strategic bunker. Kobal, to Asmodeus : "But if what you say is true, then I have just sent 007 into a trap." Asmodeus, coldly : "Expendable losses." Baal, the lights from monitors flashing across his face : "This is war." Nybbas leans out of the window of a speeding car, cine-camera in hand, filming the pursuing police cars behind. Bond's in the driving seat of the car. Bond : "Rocket launcher, not camera!" Nybbas : "Okay, okay..." He jabs randomly at the many controls on the car dashboard. Large, violent, multiple-car pile-up and explosions. Narrator : He's going to need more guns... Bond shakes his head as Vapula offers him a large backpack with raygun attached. Bond : "No offence, Q, but I was looking for something a little more innovative." Vapula, clicking his tongue : "Really, 007. You have so little interest in pure science." Narrator : ... more information ... Bond has just stepped through the door of an expensive room, hung with scarlet silks and with candles set throughout it. An Islamic-appearing Gabriel lifts the silk sheet from her black-leather-thonged body as she lounges in the bed. Gabriel : "I didn't dare hope to meet you again, James." Bond : "How many scars was it last time?" Gabriel : "Not enough. Never enough." Bond and Andrealphus, escaping at high speed on motorbikes from a howling mob of Malakim. Bond : "Room _666_?" Andrealphus : "Don't blame me if you had the paper the wrong way up." Nybbas, looking heroic : "The public has a right to know." Baal, in the military bunker : "We need to know the coordinates." Kronos, in a book-lined study : "I need the document." Narrator : ... more allies ... Beleth and Blandine take coffee together in a Boston cafe, Beleth very Russian in decor, Blandine more poetically dressed. Without speaking, Blandine slides a folder across the table towards Beleth. Laurence in the aisle of Notre-Dame, black wings unfurled, points his sword towards Bond. Light slants down to halo him. Laurence : "And who is there to help you now?" Michael sits on a field-chair in the Groves, with a floral-bikinied-Novalis rubbing up against his leg and David looming behind him with folded arms. Military maneuvers visible in the background, as Marc offers him a file. Marc : "We've taken out their agents. There's only the one left now." Novalis, in breathy tones : "But he's licensed to kill." Michael reaches down and idly takes her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. "We represent Heaven. He's already dead." Narrator : ... and all his skills may not be enough to save him now. Bond and David, fighting in some dark underground dripping cellar. Bond aims a blow at David's jaw, connects, then pauses to shake his hand as David entirely fails to be affected. David reaches out for Bond with a low, rumbling growl. Andrealphus stands above Eli, who is sprawling with a drugged-out stare in an artistic cafe. Andrealphus : "We're asking you to take responsibility for once in your life. We're asking you to help us save the world." Eli, lazily : "Hey, man, it's all a big canvas. Wait till you see what it looks like in blood-red." Dominic, in monk's robes, preaching to a large group of similarly-robed men and women in some vast basilica. Fanaticism glitters in his eyes. Dominic : "And I say unto you, the heathen shall cover the land like a plague; yet shall the fire smite them down, and the sword sweep them from the world..." Narrator : This may be the end of the line. Blandine, chained to an experimental table, with arcs of electricity playing over her, arching her back and screaming. Jean, standing at the controls in a white lab-coat, moves across to her. "We can stop this at any time. All you need to do is tell us the truth." Notre-Dame goes up in a great blossom of flames, the dome bursting apart. Yves in his library, stroking a white cat, murmuring : "He should never have got this far." Bond, dragging Beleth across a crowded square, drawn gun in his hand. People grab at them as they run, eyes blank and mindless. Beleth, screaming : "It's Jordi! He'll kill them all to get us!" Gabriel, still in black leather, poised in a dark stone arch and silhouetted by leaping flames behind her. She has one hand pointed at Bond, who is in interestingly tattered shirt and trousers, clearly unarmed. Bond : "You'll destroy the city." Gabriel, eyes insane : "Then we'll burn together." Michael rises from a chair in a military study, and strides across to slam his fist against the wall. Novalis cowers in the corner. Michael, roaring : "How much damage can one man do?" Narrator : But when you get to Armageddon... Shots of Rome in flames. Baal and Asmodeus, in the strategic bunker. Baal, flatly, "Half an hour, no more, before I have to call the first strike." Bond and Lilith, feeding the pigeons. Lilith has a briefcase tucked under one arm. Bond : "How much did it cost you?" Lilith : "The world. And a pair of ice-skates. Don't break it." Andrealphus, looking up and towards Bond from the fluffy-winged Mercurian currently in his arms. They're in a dark alley, two motorcycles parked next to them. Andrealphus : "You know I always like to take my time about these things." Narrator : ... nobody knows what's really going on ... Marc : "We could toss a coin." Laurence, whetting his sword : "Kill them all and let Heaven sort it out." Novalis, curled up at his feet for a change : "But we're Heaven." Laurence : "Precisely." Kobal, to Bond in his study : "You'll be on your own out there. Just you and your license to kill." Bond, to Andrealphus and Belial, in the Vatican Library : "They'll torch the whole place to destroy the truth. We need to find it first." Narrator : ... until the news gets through. Nybbas, jiggling a portable radio set, in a helicopter : "Vatican Radio, calling Vatican Radio, we have a message of peace..." Dark-winged Malakim with machine-guns strafe the helicopter. Vapula leans over a computer screen, watching with Kronos as data scrolls down it. Kronos reaches forward to tap one boxed paragraph of text. A group of monks chant the Dies Irae, holding SMGs. Bond steps into a military command room, where Michael is sitting in the command chair. Michael : "You are too late, Mr Bond. We have the Gospel." Two massive Cherubs drag Bond towards an antique execution block, set at the middle of the basilica. Dominic is waiting, head shadowed by his cowl, and Laurence with gleaming sword and murderous smile. Everything goes black. Kobal's voice : "Transmit the Heresy." Fire begins to lick across the darkness, catching it and burning till the title hangs in black letters against the flames. JAMES BOND : THE LAST GOSPEL - --- Outtakes - -------- Jo is busy scribbling in a notepad, her feet up on the sofa. Maya stalks in. Maya : "Okay. We tossed. You lost. _You_ get to tell Michael we're using stage blood." Saminga, oozing : "But it would be arrrrrrtistic." Lilith, folding her arms : "I don't care. I am _not_ doing a scene with a Shedite." Maya : "Look, you'd be fully clothed. It would be strictly consensual." Saminga : "Sure. Rrreally." Lilith : "Not even if I got my name above the title. Which is _another_ small point I want to discuss..." Baal holds up a tacky t-shirt, with "JAMES BOND MILLENIUM" across the front. Michael inspects it, and sighs : "I told them not to let Marc get his claws into the advertising." Jean, pointing at the complicated machinery with chains at the corner, which is already sparking : "This is highly unsafe and decidedly ineffective. I could design a better interrogation mechanism myself." Maya, head in hands : "No, no, the Malakim drag Blandine in, then you tell her about how..." Jean, offended : "All I am asking for is half an hour to redesign it first." Blandine, suddenly paying attention : "_Excuse_ me?" Laurence, puzzled : "Yes, I have heard of brand name advertising, but what precisely does that have to do with me getting a new sword?" - --- Maya, Elohite of Eli in service to Blandine maya@tcp.co.uk - -- "There are those who say that wizards are subject to temptations and addictions beyond the understanding of ordinary men: the addiction to shape-changing, or to meditation under the influence of certain herbs and conditions of the stars; the obsession with knowledge, and the development of power. Yet this is not so. Temptation is temptation, obsession is obsession, and choice is choice." - Isar Chelladan, Precepts of Wizardry. -- "Dog Wizard", Barbara Hambly. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 05 Apr 1998 15:26:16 PDT From: "Peter Martin" Subject: IN> Re: Movie Trailer To be honest, I saw Brosnan *ducks under the stream of automatic gunfire, malakim swords, hand grenades, and assorted other forms of lethal force* After the last two Bond Flicks, I've convinced myself that Pierce Brosnan IS James Bond. So.... when do we get the full screenplay of this flick? *drools* If it aint written, I might be willing to give it a try... Over the summer, when I've got more time. This trailer gave me a rather sick Idea, however.... I noticed that the GURPS and In Nomine rules could easily occupy the same space without much difficulty. GURPS Black Ops/In Nomine Crossover, anyone? That movie trailer thing got my imagination churning... I can already see Malakim negotiating the six-day maze, Kyriotates taking over whole mobs of scrubs, Ofanim driving TL8 sports cars through the guard perimeters of secured compounds, Cherubim watching the backs of Combat Ops... Well... What thinkest you all? ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 23:44:36 +0100 (BST) From: maya@tcp.co.uk (GR Cogman) Subject: Re: IN> Re: Movie Trailer >To be honest, I saw Brosnan *ducks under the stream of automatic >gunfire, malakim swords, hand grenades, and assorted other forms of >lethal force* After the last two Bond Flicks, I've convinced myself that >Pierce Brosnan IS James Bond. So.... when do we get the full screenplay >of this flick? *drools* I'm afraid there's no full screenplay. ;) Just a trailer. If it aint written, I might be willing to give >it a try... Over the summer, when I've got more time. If you do want to write something, I'd be delighted to see it, and I'm sure the rest of the list would too. - --- Maya, Elohite of Eli in service to Blandine maya@tcp.co.uk - -- "There are those who say that wizards are subject to temptations and addictions beyond the understanding of ordinary men: the addiction to shape-changing, or to meditation under the influence of certain herbs and conditions of the stars; the obsession with knowledge, and the development of power. Yet this is not so. Temptation is temptation, obsession is obsession, and choice is choice." - Isar Chelladan, Precepts of Wizardry. -- "Dog Wizard", Barbara Hambly. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 05 Apr 1998 18:38:39 PDT From: "David Streeter" Subject: IN> Re: IN- Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. >I lent one of my players Libre Requilarium to read before I had finished >reading it myself, and he pointed something horrible out to me. There is >a reference to one of the published scenarios in the text! Actually, short of the Main rulebook and the player guides, I would restrict access to all of the IN other books. *Particularly* the Liber. Having adventures focusing on particular relics is no fun if the players already know exactly what they do. Much more fun if they learn in game what a relic does, rather than simply reading it. Same for the extended superior write-ups. A lot of them have info that ordinary PCs simply wouldn't know. SurturZ Habbalite of Factions, Angel of Constructive Criticism. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 09:16:39 -0800 From: Armand Subject: Re: IN> Re: IN- Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. >>I lent one of my players Libre Requilarium to read before I had >finished >>reading it myself, and he pointed something horrible out to me. There >is >>a reference to one of the published scenarios in the text! > >Actually, short of the Main rulebook and the player guides, I would >restrict access to all of the IN other books. *Particularly* the Liber. >Having adventures focusing on particular relics is no fun if the players >already know exactly what they do. > >Much more fun if they learn in game what a relic does, rather than >simply reading it. Same for the extended superior write-ups. A lot of >them have info that ordinary PCs simply wouldn't know. > >SurturZ >Habbalite of Factions, Angel of Constructive Criticism. > Or, as another option, you could make that player run a game. Odds are that he'll arrive at different characterization, way things work, etc. This is one was used on me after I had inadvertently read a book on my GM's "don't list". I tend to notice that it at least make a sympathetic player if nothing else. Armand Ofanim of the shoe on the other foot ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 06 Apr 1998 17:49:43 From: Peter Frederick Subject: Re: IN> Amber In Nomine At 01:08 AM 4/4/98 -0500, you wrote: >I'm planning on using some of the Elder Amberites as opponents in an >upcoming game. Does anyone actually have them written up? Ouch, tried to get my mind around it today and think I threw out a synapse. Do you intend that the Amber universe and the IN universe be equal and seperate or that the IN universe is a Shadow within the area of Shadow near Amber, or near Chaos? Regards, Peter. Reply to peterf@wr.com.au May the Goddess shelter you in the palm of her hand until we meet again. ------------------------------ End of in_nomine-digest V1 #708 ******************************* The material here is (C) 1997 Steve Jackson Games, Incorporated. All rights reserved.