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Regole opzionali per Stormbringer

Lately I have little time to create new rules for role-playing games, and so I'm posting some of my old jobs from which they are still not satisfied.

Specifically, this short work dates back to my first, chance meeting with the saga of Moorcock and the wonderful role play taken from it. I only say that, at present, I have all the manuals for Stormbringer 4th edition published in Italy, the core book of Elric! first edition, and all existing manual edition of RuneQuest Elric of Melniboné created to I.

E 'for another job on which I can reasonably claim too many rights. The background image is not my property, and if those of duty should find it necessary to remove it I would not hesitate to do so. My, here, I only put the rules to improve a game that, despite all the limitations imposed by his age, I always considered great.


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Traduzione e composizione

To celebrate, albeit a day late, my birthday, here are two poems composed yesterday.

The first is a translation, a bit 'art to adapt the content to my meter, one famous passage of Archilochus in which the ancient greek poet squire is called Ares and knowledge of the gifts of the muses.


squire are the strong warrior
Lord of arms;
Yet, I know the art of the plots
lovely gifts.


The second work, by contrast, is a development from a poem I had in mind for a while 'time. Any reference to real people or events can be explained by the fact that men almost always walk them through the streets of other characters (such as Machiavelli wrote the good), even the horrors of certain figures tend to look alike, and talk about one of them general terms is not far from remembering the misdeeds of his predecessors or followers. So, in essence, if you like this poem expresses some harsh judgments on individual contemporaneo, evidentemente voi stessi ne avete un parere del genere.


Pari, scolpita nel marmo divino,
Artemide in caccia,
Tesa la veste sul petto ansimante
Che sbircio intrigato.
Vergine in caccia di belve irretite,
Non devi temermi:
Temi piuttosto la preda che cerchi,
L'amante mendace.
Egli ti brama per pochi momenti,
Una cifra, un trofeo.
Credi d'andare alla caccia, capace
Di tutto, ed armata
Come t'insegnan nel mondo dell'oggi;
Invece, sei solo
Vittima scelta di questo sistema
Che tu condividi,
Certo educata per anni, cresciuta
Per essere preda
Pronta e servita a quei miseri idioti
Che credono giusti
Valori fasulli, formati con arte
Per farne gli schiavi
Proni e convinti d'avere diritto
Ad ogni porcata
Sempre concessa a quel loro padrone
Osceno e fasullo,
Squallido, infido, mendace e schifoso,
D'inganni signore.
Giovane e bella ti vedo, ma pure
Compiango il destino
Colmo di truffe, da serva di schiavi,
Al quale ti doni.

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Componimento lungo e haiku su commissione

Entrambe le poesie hanno visto la luce ieri.

Il primo è il classico "lavoro di ispirazione", il componimento che "sento" e butto giù nel giro di due, tre giorni al massimo. L'haiku, invece, è stato composto su richiesta di un utente Forum Dragons' Lair.


I saw a star called a voice from heaven
persuasive
The lost souls of too many fatal
Betrayed by the world.
was a very sweet call, spoke forcefully

Pure love and mystery, a fairy
divine caress. Many
seguivan Eye Bright
voice of the star,
Many were seeking some relief

Remedy Against the heavenly life, which always disappoints
Absorbed peering
That spark of tremendous candor
Singing promises.
only see a star from the world
you miserable human
Only one star, far away, in a vacuum
of the cosmos, in the cold
wretched thing. And a small light
Stimate il candore
Dolce, che emano nel cosmo più nero.
Voi forse ignorate,
Certo, capisco, la vera natura
Del volto distante:
Stella vi pare il più caldo tra i soli,
Migliore del vostro
Piccolo astro di giallo squallore,
Di morte e rimpianti.
Ruotano lieti i pianeti irradiati
Con candidi baci
Lievi e vitali dai raggi che emetto.
La morte, l'inganno
Sono distanti là dove risplendo.
Vi chiamo: venite
Ora figlioli d'un mondo patrigno,
Di cupa natura,
D'empi fratelli voi sempre sconfitti,
Delusi, derisi.
Chiamo ai miei mondi di pace e giustizia,
Di vita, d'amore,
Quanti in the world they call home
not have residence,
never found kindred spirits
But the wolves, but brambles.
Quick, come to me in the deep blue
Embrace:
This is the home that is offered to you losers,
I give you peace. This
said the distant star,
Whisper mother
Kiss pink lover ideal
Carezza friend. I was
: false promises
always wary.
Too much of the world have suffered from delusions
Tempting, divine,
When lapping the mind and seek out
to enslave me.
star, guru, prophet or divine ...
I care very little.
I live in the world iron and matter, do not try
lies.


Scrolls life
cloudy sky.
green grass, love.

Lorna Morgan Post Partum

Alcuni haiku invernali

After a period in which examinations and the like have kept me busy, maybe I can spend a little 'more time to my creations are not modeling.

But I do not promise anything. Meanwhile, for now I present these haiku, written yesterday while I was thinking of the cold this winter and train what I have spent the past months.


Cold Meat
I almost a caress.
Tear the sky.



inner fire warms me in the race: Die
winter.


Muta, in silence.
that sun is far away
Infidel, that burns.

Yet I desire
The caress of light,
On another May.

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sleep my old loves
while they sleep and are still my love
because at least everyone I wrote a lullaby.