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On 2/8/2018 at 7:44 AM, simonh said:

Couple of months apparently.

I think they've revised that estimate:  "going to print by mid-year"  (in  https://www.chaosium.com/blog/designing-the-new-runequest-part-21/) sounds like 4-5 months, to me; nuChaosium RQ seems to  consistently run to the long end of time-estimates.  No gripes with quality of the product, and I surely prefer a BETTER product than a SOONER product.

Of course, the PDF (as also mentioned in that link) will be out before the print; maybe THAT will hit the "couple of months" mark ... ?

 

 

 

 

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As much as I am impatient with wanting to re-start my Runequest RPG experience, I appreciate that most games companies are pretty small outfits and things take time to get completed. I will wait patiently and look forward to the initial release of the pdfs, followed by the printed editions.

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The other thing to bear in mind is that Call of Cthulhu is the big earner. It's effectively what pays for all of the other stuff Chaosium produces, so quite understandably has to come first. They also have several outstanding Kickstarter obligations to fulfil. Hopefully we'll have a few Glorantha Classics come out in the next few months to tide us over.

I've also got a little side project I'm working on for my own use. No promises it'll ever come to anything.

Simon Hibbs

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Check out the Runequest Glorantha Wiki for RQ links and resources. Any updates or contributions welcome!

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3 hours ago, simonh said:

The other thing to bear in mind is that Call of Cthulhu is the big earner. It's effectively what pays for all of the other stuff Chaosium produces, so quite understandably has to come first. They also have several outstanding Kickstarter obligations to fulfil. Hopefully we'll have a few Glorantha Classics come out in the next few months to tide us over.

I've also got a little side project I'm working on for my own use. No promises it'll ever come to anything.

Simon Hibbs

Interesting.  I've never played Apocalypse World, but the playbooks are reminiscent of the occupational keywords from HQ1/2/G.  I'm not thrilled by the overly-simplified combat, but then I never am. :)

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23 hours ago, Yelm's Light said:

Interesting.  I've never played Apocalypse World, but the playbooks are reminiscent of the occupational keywords from HQ1/2/G.  I'm not thrilled by the overly-simplified combat, but then I never am. :)

I've played a couple of games at a convention and enjoyed them. They are a bit restrictive, when compared to HeroQuest, but I can see something like 13th Age in Glorantha as being easy to convert, with each Class being an Apocalypse Archetype, or whatever they call them.

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On 2/10/2018 at 3:11 PM, simonh said:

The other thing to bear in mind is that Call of Cthulhu is the big earner. It's effectively what pays for all of the other stuff Chaosium produces, so quite understandably has to come first.

Unfortunately for us Gloranthaphiles, that's always going to be the case.

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Well it has been over 2 years since I last posted. I did return to RPGs running a Traveller campaign on Roll 20. I have now belatedly purchased the slipcase edition and the sourcebook - Wow! what a fantastic product - I can't wait to get a game going...

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On 7/8/2020 at 6:38 PM, Trotsky said:

 I can't wait to get a game going...

And now he has!  Because everyone likes a happy ending I wanted to update this story to let you know that I am one of the players who've joined Trotsky's comeback, and a jolly good comeback it is.

I've also returned to RuneQuest after a long hiatus and am loving the new material.  Finding an online game was the barrier for me, but I just got lucky and happened to be browsing the roll 20 LFG forum at the right time to see the needle in a haystack of a RQ game amongst all the D&D spam.

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On 8/9/2020 at 2:50 AM, Westnovote said:

And now he has!  Because everyone likes a happy ending I wanted to update this story to let you know that I am one of the players who've joined Trotsky's comeback, and a jolly good comeback it is.

I've also returned to RuneQuest after a long hiatus and am loving the new material.  Finding an online game was the barrier for me, but I just got lucky and happened to be browsing the roll 20 LFG forum at the right time to see the needle in a haystack of a RQ game amongst all the D&D spam.

Hey, great news!

Also -- welcome to BRPC @Westnovote !

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Inspired by our session last night and wanting to keep a campaign log, I decided to write it up a saga. We are using Six Seasons in Sartar as the setting and the adventurers undertook a cattle raid to prove themselves to the clan on reaching adulthood (there are no spoilers about Six Seasons below – this was an optional cattle raid episode). The episode began well with Sarooth, son of Gordanger, who has a natural air of authority, addressing a packed meeting hall to speak of the glory and honour the raid would bring to his family and the clan and promptly rolled a critical success… Much ale and mead was consumed in celebration of such fine oratory and they had thick heads the following morning… 

I will try and add to the saga as we go along but it may include campaign spoilers in future – so you have been warned! (excuse any grammar errors and poor wording choices – I wrote this over my morning coffee)

 

The first book in the Saga of the Haraborn

 How the Cat Saved the Day

 

Yelm shone bright and the cursed Red Moon scoured the land

The heroes of the Haraborn were revealed to all

Youthful of mind and spirit but with a Starheart burning within

A trial did Orlanth pass to them

 

The most noble was Sarooth son of Gordanger, a man of blood and steel

Themis son of Serenaral, follower of the nomad god, with a bow of true shot 

The third was Araldar son of Stoyan, who wished to walk amongst the spirits

With their companions Ofin the Rash, and Aventarl the Meek

 

In the Hall of the Haraborn did Sarooth Goldentongue speak

Such was his words that even Orlanth himself stooped to listen

A pledge to honour the clan and shame the unworthy Sambari

A raid the like of which would be sung for generations

 

To the land of the Sambari the trinity trod

Through valley and hill of stone and rock under Yelm’s ever watchful eye

Cattle of the Sambari lowing did bring the heroes to heel

Sarooth, Themis and Araldar, stood at the precipice of glory

 

Themis, with the eyes of an hawk did scout Heloth the Unready, on watch

Sarooth, cast in troll-touched shadow, hunted across the valley

Araldar, from afar did survey and readied his bow

But the winds of Orlanth did raged in Ofin the Rash

 

The hero not yet mentioned then showed its mettle

Hart, shadowcat and constant companion of Themis, was cast forward

Heloth the Unready did spy the alynx and absorbed on it saw little else

Two arrows then did Themis send, striking from Heloth’s grasp the warning horn

 

From the shadow did Sarooth leap to subdue the indignant Sambari

Ofin the Rash, short of thought but great of action, charged through the herd 

His howls caused the beasts to stamp their feet and lower heads

Themis watched all with arrow nocked

 

Araldar keeper of spirits, knew the cattle were troubled 

He called to Ofin to cease his foolish charge but Ofin was taken with storm

Sarooth turned and commanded Ofin to stop but the wind kept blowing

Themis, imbued with the spirit power of haste, took chase

 

Heloth the Unready, ran but the stalking Hart had other plans

The shadowcat, with the heart of a sabre-tooth, leapt at the fleeing Sambari

Its claws ripping into vein and tendon, down the slope they rolled 

With its courage exhausted, Hart did pant

 

Sarooth with blade flashing in the last light of day dropped Heloth

As Heloth was bound he raged with shame and fury

The storm maddened Ofin raised his spear to strike Heloth

But Themis swift of foot tackled him and the storm passed

 

Araldar saw from afar that a horde of Sambari approached

Themis calling upon Foundchild gathered around him the fattest and best beasts*

The heroes returned to their tula driving their prizes before them

Their journey to the Hero Wars had begun

 

*One of the beast that Foundchild gathered for Themis was Yornalis mother of a thousand white bulls. The cow Yornalis would be traded all across Colymar lands in the following years giving birth each season to a white bull – a great prize for any clan.

 

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Here the Saga of the Haraborn continuers...

......... CONTAINS SIX SEASON OF SARTAR SPOILERS ...........

 

Below is an extract from the second book of the Haraborn saga

 

The Maid of Ernalda

 

Fire Season of a thousand suns burned bright in the Vale

Haraborn lands yearned with thirst and doubt for a harvest of gold

The Great Sartar humbled beneath a glaring Red Goddess

It was a time of woe in the valley of the Great Stag

 

Two children, fledglings of the clan were lost

The first Andrin, apprentice to Gustran, father of all the smith forges  

The second Keogar, son of Tarn, friend to young Andrin

The fate of both forever linked by the casting of a toy

 

Now Binta daughter of Gunter, follower of Ernalda, entered the saga

Amongst the leaf and twigs she spied Andrin, lost child of the clan

A hand of flesh and blood she held so fleetingly

But the boy once found was soon lost

 

Binta, Araldar, Themis and Sarooth were at a loss

Many a time did Andrin appear to Binta but little did he reveal

No other Haraborn did see the lost child of the Stag and some doubted her

The lost one called to Binta and charged her for its liberation

 

Commanded by the Ring, our heroes did toil to lead the spirit to its rest

Morganenth, the blind, knew that Mother did not hold the bones

Saran, the thunderous, knew they did not breathe Orlanth’s air

Two boys gone and the clan in mourning

 

To the village did our heroes tread searching for a key

In the trading house of the Haraborn did they spy a prize

Soldiers of wood and bronze called to them - a link to Andrin’s fate

On Redsmith’s soil did Themis, bright of eye, did find a pin of infancy

 

With hopes of aid for poor Andrin and Keogor deep in their hearts

The pull of clan and duty did drive them from their purpose

The Founder’s Feast, High Holy Day of Sartar drew nigh

And all our heroes had their part to play

 

The night before the feast, Orlanth raged

The first rain did feed the sod of the Haraborn

Ernalda drank eagerly and the clan rejoiced in hope of Orlanth’s renewal

But the respite was short and Yelm still ruled the day

 

The Feast was hushed and the mood of the clan mild and sombre

The annual ‘Bedding the Feathers’ the only breeze on that still day

A play of clan and horse in memory of the Founder

Ofin the Rash was first and the stallion of the wilds cracked his hand

 

Next Sarooth calmed the beast but the halter did fail him

Forward Themis with mind of a hunter but the brute spun him to the earth

Fair Binta tried her hand but horse shook the ground and she too did fall

Araldar, spirit walker, did shy from the task

 

With the heroes of the Haraborn spent with bruise and blood

Aventarl the Meek did sing the song of Splendid Yamsur 

Horse listened to the tale of Hippoi and lamented the deal she struck

Three tasks did Aventarl complete and Bedded the Feathers did he

 

Whilst the festivities danced on in a night of meat and mead

A hand of fate fell upon fair Binta of the Earth, a touch of evil

A spectre as grim as Eurmal is bright she saw, Keogor once was he

A warning of death and foreboding was spoken unto her 

 

‘Come to the woods where you first saw Andrin, Come tonight. 

Do not bring any of the men with you 

Or Ashart son of Beroth will suffer of it’

Binta, protectress, did consider what was to be done for poor Ashart

 

Themis’ charge was missing, a boy full of hope and promise 

Much he berated his forgetfulness for the boy he promised to save

In vain the heroes sought the boy but nothing did they find

Fearing the worst, the heroes rallied to the call of Keogar

 

Binta with breast aflame full of courage and compassion did go

To meet her doom or bring forward the boy’s salvation

Her friends did follow prepared to face any evil met

The Red Moon did cast an angry shadow on the erstwhile champions

 

At the rocky base of mighty Kagradus Peak did the path lead

Binta, fair of face and hard as stone did lead with torch aloft

Into the mountain’s bowels she strode

With Sarooth, Araldar and Themis at her side

 

The path was dark and full of terror

Stench of decay and death wound around all who entered that night

Binta with torch held high and shield of wood held fast

Into a chamber of utmost despair, the heroes stole 

 

Bones of children and a graven image of bear, skin and goat did they pass

Araldar cast sight into the darkness and two he could spy

Sarooth unleased his dark-touched magic and was gone into the shadow 

Themis, the hunter mobilised all with his magic and readied his eager bow

 

A spirit of despair began to fill the chamber with the stench of Chaos

The hideous spectre twisted in the flickering dark

An ancestor from a twisted god, screaming in the ecstasy of agony

Blood ran from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of our heroes

 

Whilst all watched the growing shadow, the bones of the dead began to rise

Two children, once full of life, now stood with bones of bleached flesh

Clubs of twisted root did they hold to crush the living

All at the behest of one whom still lurked deep in the shadow

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