It’s taken a while, but I’ve started my notes on Against the Dark, my twentieth Ars Magica book.
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A gathering of thoughts
So, could we design an Ars Magica game which starts at, for example, around 1875 (the greater Regency era, if you will) and runs until the end of the reign of Victoria? What would it look like? My suggestion is either that Issac Newton, in his Principia Magica, or Roger Bacon in his New Atlantis takes…
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Ars Magica Note: London Bridge
Apparently London Bridge had a chapel in it, which means that in an Ars Magica sense, it had a Divine Aura. It also had a band of men who served the chapel and kept order on the bridge, and shops and residences. I think a covenant built on the bridge would be an excellent…
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The Story of The Shoes – The First and Last of the Stories of Marco the Liar to his Grand-Daughter
“Rosa”, the letter says, on its outside, “whatever you do, do not break the seal of this letter until you are by the shoe tree, and wearing a new set of unloseable shoes. Our lives may depend on it.” The letter is sealed with red wax, with the intaglio of de Marco, so the little girl…
Read MoreHow The Tremere Killed A Diedne Archmaga
“Grandfather, come see! I planted that hobnail and a weird little weed has come out of the ground!” “Really? Ah, yes, a shoe tree.” “That’s…well, not ridiculous but really weird. It has bark that’s like, well, leather!” “Yes, it’s a faerie plant. They are often strange. The shoes it grows contain Rego vis, but better…
Read MoreThe Story in Which Rosa Discovers a Family Secret
“Rosa, you’re bleeding. Are you hurt?” “Oh, I cut myself on something. It doesn’t string like it did, but it just won’t stop bleeding.” “What did you cut yourself on?” “It’s a sharp little square with a point on it. It sunk right into my finger!” “Oh, that’s a hobnail that’s snapped off from the underside…
Read MoreMarco stories update
Hi all, Rather than stretch out the Marco stories, I’m going to move the last three stories up to today, tomorrow and the next day. The idea of Nagademon and NanoWriMo is to force yourself to work to deadline, and stretching things out to get the 30 stories I originally envisaged is kind of cheating, so I’ll…
Read MoreIn Which Marco Describes The Smallest Dragon in Mythic Europe
“Grandfather, can I have another dragon story? Just not a gross one this time?” “Certainly. Do you know about Bob?” “Who?” “Ravanculus the Destroyer?” “Not him either.” “No, we just call Ravanculus “Bob”, now.” “Why?” “Well, you know how faeries are stories?” “Yes, of course.” “And how even if you kill them, another faerie can…
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Marco the Liar on How He Met His Wife (the third time) and Why The Fish in The Village of Ashingham Often Taste Like Copper
“Grandfather.” “…” “Grandfather!” “Oh, sorry, I’d dropped off.” “No naps before stories!” “Twelve?” “I see you remembered. Yes, I’m twelve. Well done.” “Good. So, I’d like to tell you a heist story.” “What’s a heist story.” “It’s a story where I show how clever I am by stealing things.” “Is that..moral?” “Yes, in that the…
Read MoreIn Which Marco Discusses The Largest Dragon In Mythic Europe
“Grandfather, may I have a story before your nap?” “Yes, of course. What would you like?” “A monster story.” “Ah, well, there is this evil little faerie who lives in the sewer system in Paris, he smells terrible but he sings…” “Eww. Gross. No. Something less gross.” “Well, there’s a giantess in Italy who is eighteen feet…
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Games From Folktales 