Oct
07
2019
1

Camp Springs Army Air Base [The Day After Ragnarok]

Camp Springs Army Air Base

[The Day After Ragnarok]

Location: Camp Springs, Maryland

Camp Springs AAB would be remembered as being the place from where President Harry S Truman fled from the Serpentfall, if only anyone had survived the evacuation attempt.   But nobody did, no report of Truman’s flight made it to the West, and it’s widely assumed in what’s left of the USA that the President and his Cabinet died when Washington, DC drowned.  In reality, Truman did make it to Camp Springs and was in the process of taking off when the tsunami hit. While the air base was technically high enough to not be inundated, it didn’t matter in the slightest; the President’s plane and escorts were either all batted out of the sky, or smashed on the ground.

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Sep
12
2019
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The Dam Legion [The Day After Ragnarok]

The Dam Legion

[The Day After Ragnarok]

Type: Mercenary group

Location: The Wood Fort, Missouri

Strength: 450 soldier-engineers, in three companies of 150 troops each.

Total Population, including support staff: 30,000.

Rates: High.  Legionnaires are typically hired on the company or platoon level.

Reputation: Excellent, both on a professional and ethical level.

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Sep
05
2019
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Just finished up the character sheets for the WashingCon game.

Well, one of the WashingCon games (The Day After Ragnarok one). The other one can be handled with pre-generated laminated characters and a dry-erase marker. At least, that what the playtest last week suggests.

As for the Lego dungeon? …Well, hopefully I’ll be able to wing it (there was a failure to communicate). Honestly, as long as the players can transplant the limbs of their foes onto their own bodies to get pluses they’ll be happy. Which they will, because those body parts will soon have their own agenda, and their own dice to roll. This will make me happy.

Sep
01
2019
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The Golden Horseshoe League [The Day After Ragnarok]

Finally got around to finishing this. More or less

The Golden Horseshoe League 

[The Day After Ragnarok]

In the first years after the Serpent Fell, the lands of the Canadians and the Americans were wracked by fire and war and poisoned rain.  New nations were forged in the broken-backed forge of the Middle West: Chicago, with its desperados and Aldermen; blood-soaked Iowa, where the very grain itself called out for human gore; haunted Birmingham, grim Bone-lands, home of the Ghost-men, eternally damned yet more afraid of the shadows; and many others.  But in the North there was a League of cities: proud Toronto, subtle Buffalo, fierce Hamilton, and clever Rochester. United, the League of the Golden Horseshoe kept peace along the Eerie Lake and the Sea of Shining Ice.  

Well… a sort of peace.  For the freebooters and privateers of Hamilton and Buffalo would admit to having no masters but themselves, and gloried in the strength of their arms, their ice-ships, and their crews.  Their Lucky Skull flag struck fear in the hearts of slavers and pirates from Oswego to New Toledo; and yea, indeed, at times in far-foreign lands of the Green Bay and even dour Chicago itself.  Those were great voyages indeed! It was a time for heroes, villains, warriors, and poets; the birth of an Age that would last through the ages.

Or so men hoped.

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Aug
21
2019
2

Naglfari [The Day After Ragnarok]

Naglfari

[The Day After Ragnarok]

Description: a mixed-construction powered ship about the size and capacity of a largish tramp steamer: the superstructure is steel, but the hull is carved from a single scale of the World-Serpent (and glistens unpleasantly, of course). The metal parts of a Naglfari quickly and permanently acquire a covering of rust.  Oddly, there’s no smell of snake about a Naglfari. There’s definitely a certain odor of old blood, but no snake.  

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Aug
12
2019
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Vigilant Ship at Britton Hill [The Day After Ragnarok].

Vigilant Ship at Britton Hill

[The Day After Ragnarok]

Britton Hill (in what used to be Florida) is unique for two reasons: first, it is the only part of Florida that was not inundated by the mega-tsunami during the Serpentfall.  Secondly, it is the final resting site of what appears to be a Royal Navy submarine (the HMS Oberon).  Assuming anyone checks, the Oberon is thoroughly incapable of sailing again; there are gaping holes in the hull and the keel has been thoroughly shattered.

There were no obvious survivors, and the entire area was thoroughly scoured of human life by the implacable waves.  To this day nothing human lives within twenty miles of the place — and, for that matter, very little that is monstrous does, either.  Britton Hill has a Serpent Taint of 2 generally, and 0 inside the Oberon itself.  The aura of calm that surrounds the broken submarine is pretty much palpable.

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Aug
04
2019
4

Wizards of the Elektron Tower.

Wizards of the Elektron Tower

[The Day After Ragnarok]

City: Fort Wayne, Indiana

Population: 1,100

Controls: The area around the Elektron Tower

Government: Machine

Problem: Serpent Cultists

Heroic Opportunity: Arcana

City Aspect: Arcane

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Jul
22
2019
2

Fort Evansville [The Day After Ragnarok.]

Fort Evansville

[The Day After Ragnarok]

City: Evansville, Indiana

Population: 25,000/150,000

Controls: Vanderburgh County and portions of the Ohio river

Government: Despotism

Problem: Serpent Cult

Heroic Opportunity: Mercenary Work

City Aspect:  Militaristic.  

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Jul
15
2019
2

Methgators [The Day After Ragnarok]

Methgators

[The Day After Ragnarok]

Description: a smaller-than average, almost skeletally thin alligator, with horrible teeth and a persistent twitch.  Its smell is grotesque.

Habitat: Gulf Coast, Ras al-Thuban

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Jul
12
2019
3

Snakebite Beer [The Day After Ragnarok]

Snakebite Beer

[The Day After Ragnarok]

Because people can be damned fools sometimes, that’s why.

To begin: when Ragnarok happened, the town of Monroe was in a somewhat better position than most of the rest of Wisconsin, for exactly two reasons: cheese, and beer.  The Blumer Brewery had ample supplies of both, thanks to brewery owner and local cheese magnate Carl Marty. Enough of both, in fact, to feed both the town and the area through the first crises; the good citizens of Monroe might have got pretty sick of cheese over the next few years, but the beer still helped with that.

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