August 1, 2011

The Daily Spellgraph

Filed under: Stories — anteolsson @ 20:39
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“It’s only old geesers who knows a bit of magic” Laurence Heartrate, in between puffs on an old and withered tobacco pipe, said. Would he had not had a shaven face one would think Mr Heartrate was the caricature of the fairytales. “A Wizard! No, that’s from the sagas” he rapidly responded when I first, and admittedly ignorant, greeted him with the title of Wizard.


He is an old and sagged man but age has not taken away his wits and his mind seems sharp as one of the young ones. I can’t help to get lost and baffeled by mystery when I read his face. For when you look at him you find yourself that it is not possible to only “look” and you find yourself discerning his features as if every little wrinkle and unshaven straw of hair has been part of something utterly important. Those important events that the normal mortals only dreams of.


“The young ones dream. The old ones regret they didn’t try harder. Only a few of us come to the realisation that we were just not meant to get into this intricate sphere of knowledge, which we in common tongue call magic.” Mr Heartrate pauses and gleams out the window from the cafe table, at which we are enjoying the intake of Mrs Waffles pancakes, and looks just like the professors we used to know at school. Only that Mr Heartrate has an air I’ve personally never seen in any professor. It comes naturally, then, that he is a professor in mystery. He continues after a quite long pause.


“But us few, I think sometimes…” he pauses again “Yes?” I promtly add to let him know that I am listening. “Ah forget that. Old man’s nonsense. Excuse my attention span, you tend to drift off to here and there in my age, you see. What was your question again?”


“No need to apologise Mr Heartrate. No need at all. What I, and our readers, were interested in to know was if you think we learn magic or if some are just “blessed” with the ability to make magic?”


“I see. There is a problem with that question. Do you know of Hem Barley?”. I confirmed I did not know. “Hem Barley was a wonder child, the story goes and people say. He grew up in Hinloc as the only child of very poor parents. The father worked in the field and his mother was like a domesticated cat. You know how it goes. She kept the old shack spotless, so clean even rats were repelled by it. Keeping a dirt floor clean is not an easy feat, but she managed and only Lord knows how. She loved Hem to the bones, some say, and always kept that motherly eye on him but she never let him play, afraid of ruining her daily cleaning. If you’d know how that shack of theirs looked like you would smile as I do. Terribly comical.” I nodded and indeed he had a smile close to laughter on his face. “But you see, when we are children we don’t want to sit still, and do this and that in order to not get that and the other. We want to play. Hem was no different, of course, and naturally his mother’s hygene neurosis got the better of him as well. What I have heard, the poor kid was always ill. Just minor things but there always seemed to be something wrong with him. Or maybe it was just his mother’s protective imagination. In any case. One night Mr and Mrs Barley woke up by a KABOOM and their shack was in flames. The mother protector immediately ran to the bed of Hem’s but did not find him there. Should it not had been for Mr Barley’s entire life of working in the field, Mrs barley would surely had burned in. He carried her out, with great force you’d imagine, and both were unharmed. Well outside Mr Barley stared helpless at his burning home while holding the mother in his bear arms. Hem was nowhere to be seen and because this all happened in the dry season it took only minutes for their shack to burn to the ground. The little possessions they once had were now gone. But Mr and Mrs had matters of the heart now: little Hem where gone.


It was not until a week later that they started hearing the first signs of their son. But at that point they disregarded them becuase they did not think those signs were of their little boy. You see, it was reported that some maniac, a pyromaniac to be precise, was rumaging the are burning down the woods. At that point Mr and Mrs where looking in the opposite direction, so to speak, you could guess they had had enough of things burning. The pyromanic had supposedly burnt down great areas of forest and people where of course baffeled. No idea, did they have of why or even how any idot could do such a thing. Another week later or so, a patrol, an angry mob you could imagine, searched the trails of the pyromaniac and at its end they found a boy. A skinny little bow with sooted skin and red eyes, lying on his back unconscious. It took a while, for them all to realise that this boy was not a victim but indeed the manic they were hunting. A great dilemma, they had to admit, and the boy was simply taken to the nearest village to be taken care of. After some days rest and caring tendance the boy woke up. He didn’t even have any energy left to complain, he just lied there with barely open eyes. Water was shoved down his throat and he soon recovered, however sligtly. The village elder took his responsibility and did what had to be done. Can you imagine? Accusing a little boy close to death for burning down an entire forest? The matters of the heart has never been easy. But as an elder he had to and to his relief the boy was not offended and did not get angry. The boy admitted it outright but what was strange to every man, except Hem probably, was completely confused by the boy’s unremorsive response. “I had to. I had to because I could” the boy said according to the tale and added with some pride “I burned it all down and it was masterful. Did you see the fire?” he asked the elder interrogating him “You must have seen the fire and I did it all. I thought the trees should burn and they did. Just like that they started to burn. They wanted to burn and I wanted them to burn”. The elder did not know what to say and neither did anyone else, for that matter. In the end though, little Hem was taken back to his mother and father who was crying with joy and relief, of course. This time around though, the mother kept an even sharper eye on her boy and it was not often at all that Hem Barley were given the slightest space without his mother. She was close at all times. Father Barley couldn’t really complain, for he didn’t want to see another home being burnt down. Well, so it goes, the story of Hem Barley”


Suddenly Mr Heartrate has the air of someone drowning coming up to the surface or someone waking up from a terriffic sleep.


“So, magic is something some are born with then?” I ask our gentleman. “No. No. No. Magic is not something some are born with. It just happens that one person every eon or so that makes it impossible for us to be sure. Hem Barley was maybe five or six years old and he managed this devastating feat on his own. How on earth could that be? As I said, it’s only us old ones that knows a little bit of magic and we dream of doing things like what Hem Barley did. The differnce is that we study our entire lives, hoping to find that pussle piece that would give us that kind of power. We just don’t know, that’s all.”


We sit in silence for a while, sipping our coffe and pipe. But it is enough and I think I know what Laurence Heartrate means. Maybe I’ll ask him for another interview at a later time.


John Cravatt

February 18, 2011

Uma – Updated

Filed under: Adventures — anteolsson @ 13:26
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And here is the latest publication of Uma, the antonym of Nof.

Read it here

March 23, 2010

Monster: Gargoyle

Filed under: Monsters — anteolsson @ 11:42
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A gargoyle is a grotesque made out of magical stone that to others seems to be alive. It usually has wings and two horns on its head even though they look friendly to most people.

It is alive but in another sense than humans. Their body and mind are one in the shape and is embedded and dependant on the magical stone material. Removing a body part from a gargoyle means that you are also removing a part of its mind. However, there is no universal map for which part of the body that represents which part of the mind.

Gargoyle’s are usually human creations and are kept as companions and pets. However, only someone very versed in the art of Magic would be able to create one.

March 22, 2010

How the adventurers learned to control fire with their minds

Filed under: Adventures,magic — anteolsson @ 12:41
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I want to share with you how two adventurers has understood and learnt magic in Seventh. Kalesta and Uma are two adventurers playing separately  in the same setting and have both discovered magic. I thought it could be quite interesting to read how they saw it independent of each other.

Please read from page 40 in this PDF. Here Uma is reading The Book Of Fire for the first time and after that she tries to put her new knowledge to practice by creating fire with the power of her mind.

Please read from page 14 in this PDF. Here Kalesta is reading The Book Of Fire for the first time and after that he tries to put his new knowledge to practice just as Uma did.

I hope you enjoy it and feel free to read the whole adventure, unless you want to play it too.

November 3, 2009

Seventh – The Mage Class Finished

Filed under: Classes,magic — anteolsson @ 08:17
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It took a long time but now the first Class are fully done. All ten levels are detailed and described.
If you want to see what the Mage is about, please open this PDF.

August 18, 2009

Logic For Game Rules

Filed under: Concepts,rules — anteolsson @ 21:36
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I have been discussing the matter of game rules with myself and have discovered quite som interesting stuff. I will write a summary of them here but I will also post links to the whole discussion in the end.

The Combat System.
The chance to hit your target is determined by your experience with the weapon you are using. The Strength and Agility will also add a little bonus.

The way damage is calculated is Base Damage + Weapon Damage + Strength/2 when fighting with melee weapons but there is a limit to how much Strength you can utilize for any particular weapon.

Melee Weapon Damage is determined by the Weight, Size and Sharpness of the weapon. For Blunt weapons Sharpness is substituted by the grade of Bluntness, the less blunt the more damage. The Weight and Size determines what size of the die is used for Weapon Damage. There are 6 different sizes: d4, d6, d8, d10, d12 and d20. The Sharpness determines how many of that die is used. There are 5 different grades of sharpness. So, the weapon with lowest damage does 1d4 in damage and the weapon with the highest damage does 5d20 in damage.

Ranged Weapon Damage is two fold. One damage for the bow and another damage for the arrow being used. The bow damage is determined by: The Quality of the bow and the Bow String determines what size of the die it uses. This has 6 grades: d4-d20(just like above). 
The arrows is determined by 1.The Weight of the arrow. This determines what size of the die that is being used which has 5 grades where the smallest die is d4 and the highest is d12. 2. The Sharpness of the Arrow Head. This determines how many of that die you are using. The smallest damage being 1d4 and the highest being 5d12.

To read the full monolog about the Combat system, have a read here:

Origin of Magic
Magic can be understood, controlled and used. There is physical Magic and there is also a dimension called Magic or the Magic Plane. Physical Magic is the Fifth Element (The first four: earth, water, wind and fire). The Magic Plane is the Fifth Dimension (The first four: forward-backward, right-left, up-down and time).

The Fifth dimension works like a Control Plane for the first four planes. The Fifth Elements works like a control element for the first four element. The fifth element is the same as what the Plasma state is, where the smallest parts of the atoms roam free. This state of matter can be turned into any of the other four elements where Fire is the easiest one to convert Magic.

You can also create True Magic but then you need to have access to the Sixth Dimension. You get access to the different planes via your Remote Sense.

Magic in its use
Magic is used via spells. Either by spells you have created yourself or that you have learnt from other sources.

To read the full monolg about the Origin of Magic, follow this link:

If you want to read about all the different dimensions that exists in Seventh, you can find that here

I hope you enyojed the reading.


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