Harbringers | ходы игроков | Выдача опыта

Your character is experiencing deep-seated feelings of guilt and remorse. While the character is under the effects of this Condition, he receives a –2 to any Resolve or Composure rolls to defend against Subterfuge, Empathy or Intimidation rolls.
Resolution: The character confesses his crimes and
makes restitution for whatever he did.
Beat:n/a

Effect:Your character knows the rudiments of the Atlantean High Speech. He can utilize it in spellcasting for a burst of power (see “Words of Power,”p. 117), as well as to extend a spell’s Duration using runes (see “Atlantean Runes,”p. 119).

Once per chapter as an instant action, you may ask the Storyteller one of the following questions about a task at hand or course of action. Roll Wits + Composure. If you succeed, the Storyteller must answer to the best of her ability. If you fail, you get no answer. With an exceptional success, you can ask an additional question.
• What is the worst choice?
• What do I stand to lose here?
• What’s the safest choice?
• Am I chasing a worthless lead?

Any time you make a Perception roll (usually Wits + Composure), you benefit from the 9-again quality. With the three-dot version, you get 8-again.

Determine how your character looks and how people react to that. For one dot, your character gets a +1 bonus on any Social rolls that would be influenced by her looks.

Effect: Your character has the ability to psychically alter her biological material. By spending a Willpower point and concentrating for a full minute, she can shift her Physical Attributes. She can shift one dot per dot in this Merit. This shift lasts for one hour. This cannot raise an Attribute higher than five dots. In addition, the character heals quickly. Halve all healing times.

(Persistent)
Your character has limited or no ability to walk. Her Speed trait is effectively 1. She must rely on a wheelchair or other device to travel. A manual wheelchair’s Speed is equal to your character’s Strength and requires use of her hands. Electric wheelchairs have a Speed of 3, but allow the free use of the character’s hands.
An injury can cause this Condition temporarily, in which case it is resolved when the injury heals and the character regains mobility.
Resolution:The character’s disability is cured by mundane or supernatural means.
Beat:Your character’s limited mobility inconveniences your character and makes her slow to respond.

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The landscape around the mage seems to spin, causing vertigo and nausea in onlookers. Even on steady ground, witnesses can’t seem to fi nd their footing and might stumble or reach out for handholds. Depth perception and spatial relations suffer, and, with powerful magic, witnesses might lose their senses of direction for the rest of the day. Warlocks specializing in either of the ruling Arcana of Pandemonium might exhibit this nimbus.

I'm living with false hope, and my eyes
just wanna see a ray of light,
I'm gonna find it in my fairy tale.

I hear - long forgotten broken toy
telling me ancient tales of a boy -
I will sing of them in my fairy tale.

I was just a silent girl,
always dreaming of a little angel
close to my reality
sing la lalala lalala lalala

the Midnight Sun hangs in the sky:
"Show me your smile, my little angel,
hear me in my fantasy
sing la lalala lalala lala..." through the night.

See, how my flights of imagination
help me discover comprehension,
I can find it in my fairy tale!

I know, only a Man can dare to dream
nothing is really as it seems -
keep on telling your own fairy tale

now wake up, my silent girl!
take to flight, like a foolish angel,
sing me your fantasy,
sing la lalala lalala lalala....

my Midnight Sun hangs in the sky -
the first and last wondrous invention
Show me the horizon,
sing lalala lalala lalala....

the Summer is here, we kiss and fall in love,
but we've got to go, leaving nothing here
I wanna share the memories of long forgotten love...

I was just a silent girl
wishing for better understanding
This is my melody
sing la lalala lalala lalala

my Midnight Sun hangs in the sky
Help me to tell my history
with painted scenery
sing, la lalala lalala lalala...
in my fairy tale.

I'm living in my fairy tale...

In my long forgotten cloistered sleep you and I were resting close in peace. Was it just a dreaming of my heart? Now I’m crying, don’t know why.
Where do all the tears come from to my eyes? Could no one ever dry up this spring? If you find me crying in the dark, please, call my name from the heart.

Sing with me a tiny Autumn song, weep me the melodies of the days gone by, dress my body all in flowers white, so no mortal eye can see.
Where have all my memories gone and lost? Should I roam again up yonder hill? I can never rest my soul until you call my name... You call my name from the heart.

In my long forgotten cloistered sleep someone kissed me, whispering words of love. Is it just a longing of my heart? Such a moment of such peace...

Where do all the tears come from to my eyes? With no memories why should I cry? I can never rest my soul until you call my name... you call my name.. you call my name - call my soul - from the heart.

Дом мой на двух ногах
Туго обтянут кожей.
Стены, как струны, звенят,
Силой неведомой сложены.
Дом мой на двух ногах
Будто от ветра шатается,
А упадет – не считается,
А упадет – не считается...

А ведь где-то
В луче света
Ангел мой играет.
Гудит, стонет,
Чужих гонит
Караван-сарай.

В доме моем сторожам
Велено быть начеку.
По костяным этажам
Красные реки текут.
Стены услышат меня,
Скроют все дикое, тёмное.
Все, что таилось тогда
В дальних затерянных комнатах...

А ведь где-то
В луче света
Ангел мой играет.
Гудит, стонет,
Чужих гонит
Караван-сарай.

Дом мой на двух ногах
Туго обтянут кожей,
А на асфальте следы
Утренний дождь уничтожит.
Дом мой на двух ногах
Новой дорогою мается,
А упадет – не считается.
А упадет – не считается…

А ведь где-то
В луче света
Ангел мой играет…

(Э. Шклярский)