Conan v RPG

[Markus]

Společná diskuze pro hry a produkty z prostředí Barbara Conana.

Anotace „světa“ Hyborian Age / Hyborský věk

Hyborian Age neboli Hyborský věk je fiktivní věk v historii Země, do kterého jsou zasazeny příběhy o Barbaru Conanovi, původně ve formě povídek Roberta E. Howarda publikovaných od roku 1932. Název je odvozený od legendární severské země, která se podle starých Řeků jmenovala „Hyperborea“. Má jít o dobu po potopení Atlandity, ale stále ještě před začátkem zaznamenaných dějin.

V Hyborském věku je Středozemní moře souší, Nil (přejmenovaný na řeku Styx) se těsně za naší nilskou deltou ostře stáčí a teče na západ až k Gibraltaru. Kaspické moře (přejmenované na Vilayer) sahá až k Severnímu ledovému oceánu a tvoří tak přírodní bariéru. Země je osídlená imaginárními královstvími, adaptovanými z historických i mytologických předloh, od „čínské“ Chitaje přes helénskou Korynthii až po Pikty daleko na severozápadě. Prostředí nese mírné fantastické prvky v tradici žánru sword & sorcery.

Hry:
Conan Role-Playing Game (1985)
Conan (d20) (2003)
Conan (2d20) (2017)

Další produkty:
CB - Conan the Barbarian (1984) – Dvojice dobrodružství pro AD&D 1e
GURPS Conan

[Markus]

Mimochodem, když je řeč o filmu. Arnold se vrací a bude hrát v novém filmu... starého, zlenivělého krále Conana.

EDIT: Což mi taky připomíná, že Conan je moje velká černá díra v četbě Appendixu N, protože jsem s ním nečetl vůbec nic (jen viděl). Musím dohnat!

[Wolfus]

Skoda, ze Basil Poledouris uz nezije. Jeho hudba z prveho Conana je neprekonatelna.

[LokiB]

Ani s tím, že veškerá magie funguje skrz démony bych nesouhlasil.

Mě to taky překvapilo, ale přečetl jsem od Howarda k Conanovi všechno a tohle mě zajímalo, takže jsem na to cíleně dával pozor. Míň jistej jsem si tím, že žádná "hráčská postava" nekouzlila - trochu se do toho plete filmovej Conan, kde "PC čaroděj" je, byť teda buď hodně neschopnej nebo se za čaroděje jen vydává. Každopádně i kdyby, tak by to byla epizodická postava. Rozhodně tam není čaroděj, kterej by s Conanem dobrodruhoval dlouhodobě.

Tak ono jde o to, čemu říkáš "kouzla" ... když okřídlená opice (aka pradávný) mění černochy v Královně Černého pobřeží na hyeny, tak u toho žádní démoni nejsou. Pro příklad.

Ten neschopnej čaroděj z filmu resurektnul Conana
A čarodějnice ve filmu taky kouzlila a nebyli tam démoni.

O druhém dílu se bavit raději nebudeme.

[PardGalen]

Kdyz Conan nakreslil symbol aby ho nepronasledovala ocarovana zvirata tak kouzlil nebo ne?

[York]

Tak ono jde o to, čemu říkáš "kouzla" ... když okřídlená opice (aka pradávný) mění černochy v Královně Černého pobřeží na hyeny, tak u toho žádní démoni nejsou.

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Já jsem si to musel připomenout:

He recoiled, recognizing the black lotus, whose juice was death, and whose scent brought dream-haunted slumber. But already he felt a subtle lethargy stealing over him. He sought to lift his sword, to hew down the serpentine stalks, but his arm hung lifeless at his side. He opened his mouth to shout to his warriors, but only a faint rattle issued. The next instant, with appalling suddenness, the jungle waved and dimmed out before his eyes; he did not hear the screams that burst out awfully not far away, as his knees collapsed, letting him pitch limply to the earth. Above his prostrate form the great black blossoms nodded in the windless air.

FIRST there was the blackness of an utter void, with the cold winds of cosmic space blowing through it. Then shapes, vague, monstrous and evanescent, rolled in dim panorama through the expanse of nothingness, as if the darkness were taking material form. The winds blew and a vortex formed, a whirling pyramid of roaring blackness. From it grew Shape and Dimension; then suddenly, like clouds dispersing, the darkness rolled away on either hand and a huge city of dark green stone rose on the bank of a wide river, flowing through an illimitable plain. Through this city moved beings of alien configuration.

Cast in the mold of humanity, they were distinctly not men. They were winged and of heroic proportions; not a branch on the mysterious stalk of evolution that culminated in man, but the ripe blossom on an alien tree, separate and apart from that stalk. Aside from their wings, in physical appearance they resembled man only as man in his highest form resembles the great apes. In spiritual, esthetic and intellectual development they were superior to man as man is superior to the gorilla. But when they reared their colossal city, man's primal ancestors had not yet risen from the slime of the primordial seas.

These beings were mortal, as are all things built of flesh and blood. They lived, loved and died, though the individual span of life was enormous. Then, after uncounted millions of years, the Change began. The vista shimmered and wavered, like a picture thrown on a windblown curtain. Over the city and the land the ages flowed as waves flow over a beach, and each wave brought alterations. Somewhere on the planet the magnetic centers were shifting; the great glaciers and ice-fields were withdrawing toward the new poles.

The littoral of the great river altered. Plains turned into swamps that stank with reptilian life. Where fertile meadows had rolled, forests reared up, growing into dank jungles. The changing ages wrought on the inhabitants of the city as well. They did not migrate to fresher lands. Reasons inexplicable to humanity held them to the ancient city and their doom. And as that once rich and mighty land sank deeper and deeper into the black mire of the sunless jungle, so into the chaos of squalling jungle life sank the people of the city. Terrific convulsions shook the earth; the nights were lurid with spouting volcanoes that fringed the dark horizons with red pillars.

After an earthquake that shook down the outer walls and highest towers of the city, and caused the river to run black for days with some lethal substance spewed up from the subterranean depths, a frightful chemical change became apparent in the waters the folk had drunk for millenniums uncountable.

Many died who drank of it; and in those who lived, the drinking wrought change, subtle, gradual and grisly. In adapting themselves to the changing conditions, they had sunk far below their original level. But the lethal waters altered them even more horribly, from generation to more bestial generation. They who had been winged gods became pinioned demons, with all that remained of their ancestors' vast knowledge distorted and perverted and twisted into ghastly paths. As they had risen higher than mankind might dream, so they sank lower than man's maddest nightmares reach. They died fast, by cannibalism, and horrible feuds fought out in the murk of the midnight jungle. And at last among the lichen-grown ruins of their city only a single shape lurked, a stunted abhorrent perversion of nature.

Then for the first time humans appeared: dark-skinned, hawk- faced men in copper and leather harness, bearing bows—the warriors of pre-historic Stygia. There were only fifty of them, and they were haggard and gaunt with starvation and prolonged effort, stained and scratched with jungle-wandering, with blood- crusted bandages that told of fierce fighting. In their minds was a tale of warfare and defeat, and flight before a stronger tribe which drove them ever southward, until they lost themselves in the green ocean of jungle and river.

Exhausted they lay down among the ruins where red blossoms that bloom but once in a century waved in the full moon, and sleep fell upon them. And as they slept, a hideous shape crept red-eyed from the shadows and performed weird and awful rites about and above each sleeper. The moon hung in the shadowy sky, painting the jungle red and black; above the sleepers glimmered the crimson blossoms, like splashes of blood. Then the moon went down and the eyes of the necromancer were red jewels set in the ebony of night.

When dawn spread its white veil over the river, there were no men to be seen: only a hairy winged horror that squatted in the center of a ring of fifty great spotted hyenas that pointed quivering muzzles to the ghastly sky and howled like souls in hell.

Then scene followed scene so swiftly that each tripped over the heels of its predecessor. There was a confusion of movement, a writhing and melting of lights and shadows, against a background of black jungle, green stone ruins and murky river. Black men came up the river in long boats with skulls grinning on the prows, or stole stooping through the trees, spear in hand. They fled screaming through the dark from red eyes and slavering fangs. Howls of dying men shook the shadows; stealthy feet padded through the gloom, vampire eyes blazed redly. There were grisly feasts beneath the moon, across whose red disk a batlike shadow incessantly swept.

Then abruptly, etched clearly in contrast to these impressionistic glimpses, around the jungled point in the whitening dawn swept a long galley, thronged with shining ebon figures, and in the bows stood a white-skinned ghost in blue steel.

It was at this point that Conan first realized that he was dreaming. Until that instant he had had no consciousness of individual existence. But as he saw himself treading the boards of the Tigress, he recognized both the existence and the dream, although he did not awaken.

Tj. bylo to ve snu navozenym vůní černýho lotusu a byl to výjev z dávný minulosti. A ty rituály neprováděl lidskej čaroděj, ale mimozemšťan z rasy, která byla "pokročilá oproti člověku asi jako je člověk pokročilej vůči opici". Ale máš pravdu, že tam není explicitně řečno, že kouzlil skrze přivolávání démonů. Takže ok, to máme jednu výjimku, sort of


edit: Kdybyste si chtěli přečíst celou povídku, tady je zdroj.

[LokiB]

Tak jsem tedy začal hledat v dalších zdrojích s pomocí jiných zdrojů

Pelias - https://aoc.fandom.com/wiki/Pelias
Yara - Tower of the Elephant - ten je tricky v tom, že v pozdější době se zdá, že za něj všechno oddře Yag-Kosha, ale i ten sám říká, že se Yara naučil magii a že ji ovládá sám
Khemsa - The People of the Black Circle" - popisovaný jako někdo, kdo kouzlí sám ze sebe


No, nechci se tu trumfovat v tom, kdo si celého Conana víc pamatuje, já na něj rozhodně expert nejsem. Řídím se spíš tím, že:
* všechny systémy RPG s Conanem magii pro postavy mají ... specifickou, ale ne přes démony
* v kánonu jsem nezahlédl takové pravidlo, který ty vyžaduješ

Budu se držet low-magic přístupu a nebude mi vadit, že jedna postav z družiny bude mít "kouzla", která bude produktovat (ne nutně sesílat) sama ze sebe zatím mi to Conanovský feeling nekazí