#Jovian Chronicles

[yodawgiheardyoulikemecha]

Anniversary: Mecha Press 14

Aug/Sept 1994

Here (still late) is a look at issue 14 of Mecha Press magazine.  The first issue of Mecha Press that I picked up sometime in late ’94 or early '95.

This issue sees the continuation of three articles from the previous issue: the synopsis of Armored Trooper VOTOMS; capsule reviews of models from the Victory Gundam series; and “The Basics of Mecha Modeling”.  And there are write-ups of a couple of other mecha series: Zeorymer and Detonator Orgun.

You may have noticed the words “House Special” on the cover of this issue of Mecha Press, this is because much of the issue is devoted to games being (or planned to be) produced by Dream Pod 9.  Jovian Chronicles, Heavy Gear and Moonlight Mechanix* are written up in this issue in much the same way that mecha anime series are normally, with profiles of their fictional worlds and the mecha found in them.  Some space is also devoted to Heavy Gear Fighter, the card game which was actually the first Heavy Gear game published.

Also of note is the “Engineering Outlook” section, which features an article on both real-world and fictional cockpit control systems.  Interest in the details of real-world military hardware was, of course, quite common in mecha fandom in the ‘90s.

As I noted above, this was a special issue for me, being my introduction to Mecha Press. It also gave me my first look at Armored Trooper VOTOMS, which would become one of my favourite mecha anime series, and it also threw me into the worlds of Heavy Gear and Jovian Chronicles, game settings that I would come to know and love in the future.

*a game which never saw the light of day

[bryanharryrombough]

RPG a Day 2024: (belated) Day Four

RPG with great art: The art (largely by @qosmiq) in Heavy Gear, Jovian Chronicles and Tribe 8 still stands out in my mind as some of the best RPG art for helping to create worlds that you wanted to play in:

Heavy Gear

Jovian Chronicles

Tribe 8

[patatedestenebres]

Jupiter [Jovian chronicles]

[enddaysengine]

Hunter the Vigil Resources

Included the various Night Horrors books in this one so there is something to hold the Vigil against.

2e Hunter 2e Core Mortal Remains

Chronicles of Darkness Dark Eras 2 - Arthur's Britannia - Empire of Gold and Dust - One Thousand and One Nightmares (Hunter Adjacent) - Rise of the Last Imperials Hurt Locker Night Horrors: Conquering Heroes (Beasts, Insatiables, Unfettered) Night Horrors: Enemy Action (Demons, Angels, Exiles, Cryptids) Night Horrors: Nameless and Accursed (Mages) Night Horrors: Shunned by the Moon (Werewolves, Spirits, Claimed, Shadow Occultists, Idigam, and Geryo) Night Horrors: Spilled Blood (Vampires) Night Horrors: The Tormented (Clones, the Jovian, Petrificati, and Zeky)

1e Hunter 1e Core Block by Bloody Block Compacts and Conspiracies Dark Eras - Beneath the Skin (Blue-Book) - Dark Eras: Doubting Souls - Dark Eras: Fallen Blossoms Dark Eras Companion - Lifting the Veil (Blue-Book) Horror Recognition Guide Night Stalkers Ready-Made Characters SAS - Bad Night at Blackmoon Farm SAS - Blood Drive SAS - Murder Will Out SAS - Spearfinger SAS - Under the Skin SAS - Falling Scales Chapter 1 & Chapter 2 Slasher Spirit Slayers Witch Finders

Ancient Bloodlines Ancient Mysteries Fall of the Camarilla Glimpses of the Unknown Requiem for Rome SAS - Paterfamilias

Bundles CofD Dark History Collection of Horrors Hunter Complete Starter Kit

Fiction Tales of the Dark Eras

Art Packs Art Pack 39 Art Pack 40 Art Pack 41

Notable Vault Igniting the Fire Merrick Institute 2e

Actual Plays Stuffed OPP Hunter Actual Plays

[cloudshoregames]

Deadline Vector Roll: BTE Free Version!

Hi there! Dan here,

So I may have paid extra attention to the character sheet and did some last minute rules tweaks that has delayed layout. As I said in a previous devlog this will not delay the release of Beneath Twisted Earth; however, it will require some evasive maneuvers. The paid version of BTE will be taking a bit longer. The layout need extra time and we're working up still more art (seriously, it's good, in-universe stuff). That said, we will be moving forward with releasing a version of the game next week.

It has always been my intent to release three versions of BTE, a Deluxe, Standard, and Free version. Now before you go thinking we'll be locking any game content behind a paywall, don't. The Free Version of BTE will be the full game available in a hyperlinked PDF available for download. That said, it will be bare bones. Art, and layout have been stripped out, and it's pretty much just the rules. That said, anyone who doesn't have the scratch or wants to try it out will always be welcome to download and play for free. I would rather you get something out of the game, than nothing. Should you decide you like this version enough that you want to support Cloudshore Games for future projects, we would ask that when they release in August that you consider purchasing the Standard or Deluxe Editions.

The Standard Version of BTE will be the fully laid out PDF with art, and maybe some secrets tucked here and there (no rules, just something fun for the observant/determined.)

The Deluxe Version will be offered on DriveThruRPG, and will be an 8.5x11 print copy of the game. This will be for those of you who really enjoy the game and decide you want it on your shelf next to Mekton and Lancer (maybe even Jovian Chronicles!)

For those of you following the project we hope that this will still prove to be exciting news! You get to download the game soon, FOR FREE! As another preview for the game, I've included some images of the character sheet. 

Beneath Twisted Earth Free Version will be releasing July 28th!

Thank you again for your interest, and I look forward to seeing you at release!

[libidomechanica]

Ah, what can I fortune of Ulysses; not all

A Meredith sonnet sequence

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Piers, I haue pyped erst so long ago   was made! And further were.—Ah, what can I   fortune of Ulysses; not all look’d sad and law began the sunshine intellectual lord of Tryermaine? Like so many   changes in your Mistress’ lips, and trembling   of a wooden spoons’ of verse like only said, My life a long, dear horror on the Abbey-stones, till our dwelling-place. In hills   beyond this Cot, and joined legs stop the river   side, with hollow grows. Could not choose but knew we that hear his busy in that day’s decay; is this a commend my lameness,   would hand in its stubborne stroke restrain;   thy life in which he had to do. She listen to add a worse I fared: neuer knew.

               2

I’m guessing or steepy mountain, that all   the world and would grieve. An Eastern anti-   jacobin at last; gold cups of gold, like skulls at Memphian banquets, to the Thonder, whereto will in fairest the courted:   wha spied I but all is stillness in her   marriage mart, than they buried him over, despise her; and now she were as eyes the sleeping Woman Old, who nails were on her   breast. The last grace, in love withal to guide   and good-bye: no lightning, now, your eyes shouts, I must own, Nay! And sat so waiting for, to hold my spirit calls you a store thou   with the old man of Uz and Us without   a stone tower on thy feet; show me those true painted, things in shade, or with me?

               3

My hand—the name to her house together;   and I am dead; he seeks the arms of   meaning love. Now whether his smile; tis sometimes resound the heather, or when the subterranean echo of my life from   books entered, a daughter’s near. Such chains as   his bed-fellow, he could not her forever and small. A loyal treason, the scents snatched in hands to tortur’d bride, my bride, wi’   the frame destruction flies, and suffer. Then   having tact as weeds. His arms; then calm, and I have not known a dozen wedding dresses, made quite another: they could new though   I care not my fond endeavor, to enrich   you to Love’s unbound the heart aches, crying still. Had chronicled the maid, alas!

               4

Air, I would leaves seem’d full of a kind intent   she stole into the great those who has   not so fit to warb—le those tended by a private meet? The east could love the victor’s fantasy, unless infants at a   leaf may fail or turn to do: a sisters   as she spake, her lord hath not letting Sun I mix, and, attentive: there’s a Religion, pomp of solitude. And here, although   here the devil mocks that sawe it, simple   artless passing his ivy tent, onward the questions, all delights, all pass it; even in dreams that which is then there was   serv’d my kingdoms of them a bond of brother   kiss’d, and his hat bedewed with a friendly sigh from a friend as dreamless sleep.

               5

But they speak, they should helpe, doe me, and shame!   It hangs still! In the Praises of the price   to draw a moments every silly to gild refined gold, that now, hip to be mine— Fill high to kill. Not from beneath the station,   avarice, pride, and fluttering   desperate those who hath been a bleakness of pain capacious in a man who mad’st the sea there is not with such a rate for needy   honoured by the seems it rich to   thy high raignes with a lowly dust: and after other with danger. Lord, it’s fast holding my sight: in search, such a rate; for   into the monstrous charity, to her:   then she, sitting of all the best can speak too much admired;—ave Maria!

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That in my heart has left alone surveys   the sun; the primal things transmitted, like   vinegar from his eye, numbering a breath, her hair. He dancers will not fitly done to give her to be married and sought,   ere from thy name is no more. We had   forgotten in dire woe; just as the very wears; bid amaranth, when, without a heart with the slavish hat from time to let   thee to the other sweetly lambent with   figures, and then did she are better death- bed she smile and wield a Jovian thunder roused not rouses the world of sin o   sorrow. In pure was, watching up his lot   had been: he left alive; but being my fingers still and fields, and hairs of herself!

               7

Save what is in the warm South, cap and blood.   Then grudge me not man, saints with sandals, ere   delicacies of Poesy, When I was on the whole in their feet on crimson wine in maidenhood, all through me! Now in gloom,   and naught. I did learn thy soul move still, pass   as light the tides: and hear? My lord was like to spree. So we expect the lie. Am I not augment, the martyr’s groan and other   died away, in sunshine opposite! Kindly   am served—but served, I wonder into a new voice, his nose, his nose, with chat. Truth’s and moving story—an old man of   parcells make the boy, the night-birds around   her thou with poppies orange, peeled and ever- changing so very fear; down they came.

               8

The shepheards twayne: sike a sweetest odor!   Of my best when I came first of Druids   was a woman love are apt to talk about— no more. Command, if it couched, close o’er his mind, though doubtless some evening face under   the opening gray. There came a dread   reposed on that good to life, and coverlet, all matter. Just as well fill up their fount, she now, no force together go,   but by a female family of Christabel   Jesu, Maria, shield her animals, well enough something of hypocrisy has saved therefore doves will splash the sky   above, much more free, more fond that moaned as   near relatives, like thyself to death such power he doth stay that I were diverged.

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At its root; lions, those I need to the   heavy curtain and to god Phoebus sprung!   I am at think o’ her grief, which expands, though my gentle gales from his a Wine the world of Pantisocracy; or Coleridge,   on syren short hours that die from ten   to its root; lions, those light, sank down upon that white mouse bespoke a sleepy dusk, an odorous shade where she spake seemed too   soon and up and far, I am no pick-   purse of going of this my wiser in their warnings gainst female with their loves in bloody cloth unfolds. To ask him awkwardly,   at its edges, a heron. Return,   Sicilian Muse, and my success produced, and to the very sound of his Soul?

               10

Why rove my thought his face, not as the cops.   I loved out along the wings of the   accomplishment complete. Are clouds descent, in this oak; he sword his angry moan did many a morn to be purple sky. Flight, from   very high requiem become memories   like these our daysleep, in moonshine. Before me likeness, nor idly; for this what now are one, these both leant to arrive   thee! Life had for inditers malthus and   her wooer in the House of turbulence or tides. The end of worthless fellow, and Vesper, form’d before but now no more. And fears   impart. Fresh blooming flame, a pleasure; the   man; and steam-boats of verb and nothing else is smoked rasp sounder sleeping I have told.

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For wine we follows closed up each other   beauty, you have in most of ebony   inlaid with light towards heaven is love? Then sadly say, we love of love both love for cits. Lifted in the Gospel’s Sin no more;   such sort that Nobleness and with woe. I   ask a broken bounds: you should appears and pure affected such lowly learnest. Eyes be hel-driu’n from high the wander in and   again that close my will streams along the   destroy, that can ail the devil his dungeon at these bring her nails were flowers his brow, as if I had my cunning Time she   hath my palm trees, by the rising in his   mouth slips the weakness, no pearl the only pretty ring time and beauty’s silent voice?

               12

Raving void left his heart I felt for text.   And raise, and Eloisa spreads her instead   of springtime, the youth that dandy-despot, he, that is the bed-furniture—a dozen wedding and his lady stranger, from   ill report me, now! Ideas, all adieu!   So talks as it wither’d in the foot- way path called by the time of sleepe, whose woundlesse art of all those bright peona kiss’d the   remorse. Together went. His Peter Bell’   can sneer at him as a dove’s its head grew like a spaceship. My own fancies she, his cheeks. Bells and with us, and a thousand   ships, by the world farewell? Me, I admire   how that day’s rude hoarse minstrelsy, the shade where so I dwell, sick, and loveliness!

               13

Courtier could, till they are better’d in   Profusion to rest, that shine and thine hand   full, through his Mecænas left alone, my senses, I heard that moment’s simplified in low faltering and on the departed,   sad, cheerly, cheerly, The isle.—And two pretty   ring time, time to bathe at midday. In her father made answer meet: my sire is no treachery! Where Loue is change now   that cheerless spot, where smiling; merry Hebe   laughs, and castanets from Fingers there was no mighty reason why ye drooped, and fro, that so it seems to be woo’d and a woman   climbs into this her Johnny, he fear’d   the jetty stain, or up the hills are too feeble power of mind and breath blossom.

               14

Like one red leaves is the poet here perhaps   it is as if they deign’d the jewelry   becomes heavy dream the milky way, they should drown mine arm, most of ebony inlaid; and shame! Lambro, our selves in fear,   and pale and wildly glittering, lovely   idleness, would fain know and dearest pleasing for bread at my saints and shook thereof, my deadly fae, unless I own this may   sound of revelry expire, they vanish   into a matrons country folks would do; but at Apollo! But now unrobe your greater then he shall pleased; perhaps this reft   house where pride and Preaching in air, I would   quit the idle loom still let me have been all things astray, are wiser miserable?

               15

—In that poison-cup, he drank until they   do much amiss, and there as plentiful   as before the business of her side of her, the new births of both the soul. When Nero perish’d love’s antidote. Then sudden   blaze, and down the streets eight years gone, which it   were let alone. A further we return! Should it now with somewhat loudly she no longer read their cups with the insult to   his dying in melody spilling of   time, the scene, by thinking the level brine sleek Panope with somewhere choppers taking its way—ah, what of any other Pasty   than of the world besides those few years   were wronged the frame to? Still would awake his fires, they do much one, although the gardens.

               16

And when he’d pine after a sort; but some   of this the world has such a jocund while   the day, and made a merry to divine came but he, more merit in his heart, while you so totall are gone, which I think I   speak of his nose, his cheeks. And dawning love’s   veins thou hadst better, to shunne the crossed the mystery. Being shut, till Miss’s comb is made of night blush? Those that a life. This   bedside’s black, each wish resigned to the   opinion of low-thought worthy Them; behold are such expenses, dreading the shaped his sphere his father’s landscape a velvet summer   since then, sweet; but I was a general   hard. The wall whose deluding eyes of day when we maun part frae charms, that what they went.

               17

Silent rain-drops silver springtime, the christall   glasse: all as their answer meets all faire   Beauty is creeping, for they call we missed, with dull red stains discoloured and honeysuckles full of the sky. Far other   side to side and the Spring, flush Summer,   autumn, winter cave. Beyond earth’s diurnal course the inner me that the same path, espouse jove’s delight steady beams of   clear spring dismally through verdurous   gloom, and not do you wroughten much divide my head, or he had traveller’s road but seats a nations which flies on the spade from   my trust that which in her breath of   Reconciliation, and tied me on a picture, their chase, cries to keep Touch warm with ache?

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Bloom of heav’n’s while or Niger, to which can   be such richness never tasted by a   death, when, without him, Wordsworth’s poem, and strange flower looked out on a palfrey was no want to his gloom, and take a wanton   o’er the edges of the Lambe in the stroked   my covered bit of beetles chewing that found her thousand ships, by the service. Me, darling, th’ East, to wanton in my   fashion. To this Cave of love, and merely   practice losing isn’t it to make a farewell, fair crown! To my daughter mild made a monk out the lower pale death-note to turn   an arm of early life, and disgrace doth   make me that in the crust, jutted that himself and his path. Full length my favorite vow.

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Who wants to good: yours will splash the service.   Flasks of Samian and face the abject from   the fresco in finished the passed away, and Jealousy brought: so you may buye gold bar above you, readers. Flipped in a   connubial kiss, then the Colchian days; but Lambro   was a miser and leaving dark all else, you are! And catch my Tent—for ever. Alone in northern downs in clearer air   ascends, wi’ sangs o’erpay. Into a country   back? The viewless wings, that oil’d and doleful tale, and you know’st what passe the pinion may resumed and honour! What perils   still say with me remain’d, as humour soon   became one kiss and she also had rehearse. Still let me be by thy loof in mine.

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Of men, and there things in shade, and roe, free   from despaired,—been half my soul, one thoughts I   cannot step as does the best music drop here unawares I in an honest, shouldst be one on astronomy, but lift them   all; what matter made for Poets fury   tell, pointing for our mutual Victims at your hath shone; yet ne’er found a well half- cheese so we expected largesse? Just as   lovers are exhausted like to thy high   raignes with fairy fishes as the shade and I see symbols where was the Lily and flowers. Prayed she kneels beneath th’   Atlantic ocean I couldn’t but will, and   bring the cold, with buls and sae neat, where should fondly on Sir Leoline; and Christabel!

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Pick up a manner which skims the mountain,   though some sent from my eyes in swimming search   after a decent time in day and fell! I was a heart of the Woman’s hanging a living alwaies seene; or with boys, or   have you note it with tears, to sit by advised   respect, though we know what; but he strove,— guess now who rewards him ere the first discerned; and what Absál from you better thou,   faire lands; let no dimme shade—These raven ever   collide? The brutal summers, all whose worthy Ladies I will in a colour it had been detain’d his daughters of the   lily thing of my sorrow and can returns,   and wooden bow, and the wild stares on her mind: and as he spake, her loose soul then?

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The glowing his ivy tent, onward these   greensward glance at the wretched Weed that secret   plot revealed innocent: twere base as spotted traine, his priesthood moans; before take the penalty of such a jocund   company is Heaven, are we come! Long lov’d,   and then I may discourse from the dark pillars of the sun was white; but he is burning teares did me kiss, and tell how she   nuh see who running restive—they in whom   abundantly detest through the worst of linden blooms of flower enjoys the time it leads to less heart from me. The innocent   children out of the power, and nature   says she now, no force together than to hurt yourself—first What the clicking coals.

               23

Death I bought, your dear lord, all ghastly   malady to smile on your sight—not to discuss   pretend to be true to this time remove, or how to fresh new spangle the drill but from his fires, and rolls and is no reason   why ye drooped, and let him speak of poetry’s   relatives, like thing I dote on: so I’d fain, peona, ye should follow with me. I tell you a story the better   to his lady’s tale, for wine with so dull   a child—little children running restive in this, prithee try she keeps it for the swords, though his mortal soil, nor euer did in shade   and I. Something left to us: and hunger   there’s not a slope of usual greeting, Margaret for her thorns and eat it.

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The man who has the stain of all the worst   of Druids, lie, nor pass this neighborhood   kids who spin a yarn about my son! They are out; but hope of chalk, and pacing on your threading. Attended bee, let simple   grove, ’ at least not all looks both use and found   and bleeding on his hall at once only: we lodged in a siren, that In no time the gesture. Some days you can her own mouth,   twas fright, betwixt the innocent flies, let   me, and hunger too? The night, and the breath will unprepares the midnight and make a balloons that once I saw your face: perhaps   you’llfind from its moving vintage   melodious howsoever, can command the head in my fashionable month to help me?

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The unprofitable cares; but no less   heart, and natural a poor and hand in a   blissful swoon. Fractions—probably its reputation. Last Love, I envy your vacuum cleaner breath of my woe cannot long   Devotion Come, come sweet or colours purest   blood that to be with his countrèe. Quo’ she, A sodger. Clench my teeth, suck my last sad office pay, and image? What is this? That so   it seemed to be hove down next day by thee   my wrong’d? At distance. I am at thinke you than their smile, ’ said Margaret went struggling on disquiet thus lay she falling to   see what you were sweet, to sing, hey dined on   mince, and Paradise, nor tears before—so deeply, and steady beams of clear black wings.

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To say anything, words favourite with   his habits, and taught to chace: and ouer them,   fat and kittens, he chosen what the urchin’s fit for—that causes greene saye, the Muse herself dreaming, yet, I wis, dreading tear-   drop laves, and much in my fashion,—the   kitchen lightning something in the delicious singer of art at bottom perfect storm, or wits, and dies; in general animal   loveliest to this stuff that makes me   in base, or yet why that weighty pen let the tillage of ill-requited heaven seem best? Cool flesh and meats of all thy will,   and now that bold and wanton o’er her eyes,   thoughts bring sad, or at the best music: Do I wake to life and sink beneath his shroud.

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Sky bends towards commons thither I went after   a day, then if we study them, and   night nigheth fast, yts time neglect, nor had power, with downcast eyes divine there came next to me, how can do. Placed length peopled   them in search’d Abyssinia rouse and swell   and mine thou shalt, beloved yestermorn, me, even make the way to where I smell the green, and thither to his brow, he lay   coil’d like a true lover,—shadow’d my   mistressful cry; but yet no pitie augment with good prince? Strikes in danger to taste: the last Caesar’s early immortal frame, o how   the drains as better, to resume to   unsettled his only this after a pleasant grove with virgin honey is wax?

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Which, let’s be honest gentle peace return.   A topiary so the hart, hind, and   stars twire not be absent present, regret, conceals his rugged rocks hang nodding elders mixed good help, this soul would defile   the mystic heavens. The only said, Look!—   Forgetting, blessings for ten long lost, days the alien corn; so, lovers love were resign, for air looke, lest one that concerns   you and in my hart did seem to tell me   Perigot his Embleme. Bonds which I have been gone forever. From thee a sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen my skill in love with   toying oars and all this ratty and I   seek I cannot be thus,—not very low and wild, its pride of which happy children.

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Or do you curtted Spartan dead! I gave   me time, he felt the fame of the devil   his dungeon at the torch out what, if given by what we would helpe their shared bed, who think of him the front door. At even asleep   I was on the tender nothing saints   with heart, I think and rarest gift to be going. That yokes wi’ a mate for what is left. And put one’s servants all my wings. Two   persons down his side, that light and daughter.   He alone upon whose heart; ’tis then the Breath of my own child. As my own breast: with sweet that they without; but Wordsworth unexcised,   unhired, while still say: go with   thee! No tongue will I sit for ever. In thine heart so unkind as your coonskin hat.

[jeffs-gamebox]

Research Efforts for BRP Design Challenge Part 4.

Reviewing as many options as possible while I continue to brainstorm. Giant. Robot. Combat! Let’s talk about some Mecha games, shall we? I’ve been a mecha fan from way back.I think we all know the big names in the Mecha subgenre. There’s Battletech (technically not an RPG, but…) Robotech, RIFTS, Heavy Gear, Jovian Chronicles, Mecha vs Kaiju, and Mecha Hack just to name some of the big ones. Full…

[mybooksmagazine]

Banking service chronicle

Banking service chronicle published this article page no 2 saturn the one-time leader comes in a close second with 83 confirmed the 12 new moons around jupiter were discovered by the smithsonian astrophysical observatory these newest moons range in size from 0.6 miles to 2 miles (1 kilometer to 3 kilometers) for the record uranus has 27 confirmed moons neptune 14 mars two and earth one. venus and mercury come up the jovian system is now a mini solar system in itself with these 92 moons visva-bharati university is expected to get the status of the worlds first living heritage university usually the heritage tag is given by unesco to the intangible monument. but for the first time in the world a tangible university will be given the legacy tag. it was established in the year 1921 by rabindranath tagore banking services chronicle monthly magazine.

[weaselmonkey]

You ain't wrong, but that's kinda the point. Lancer is a mech combat delivery system, and I'd rather they keep focusing on that and not worry too much about making the pilot parts any more complicated than they need to be. If I want a better balance I'll play Jovian Chronicles or Battletech A Time Of War or Mechton Zeta or Centauri Knights or w/E depending on what I'm feeling.

Lancer RPG is cool

But it feels like a very incomplete RPG system, because it only really focuses on the mecha and makes that aspect really crunchy and mechanically deep However the human and non-mech combat side of the game is very narrative play focused with few mechanics or depth of any kinda outside third party supplements and at that point it be better to just slot in a different TTRPG to handle the non-mecha side of things So I really hope if they ever make a 2nd edition they have expanded rules for roles outside of Lancer (Mech) pilot

[goodjobjacqueline]

I am words.

My name is Jacqueline Flores. I am a disabled chronically ill transgender women. I am definitely playing life on hard mode. But, I'm making it work. In my day job, I work with animals. In my off time I enjoy writing. Once upon a time I started writing a book. Here is the first 1/3 of that book. I will continue to add to it.

Please enjoy. And, if you have any constructive suggestions, please share. I'm always interested in learning more and improving my skills.

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[qosmiq]

[yodawgiheardyoulikemecha]

jovian01 by Cosmic Diadrone Via Flickr: Jovian Chronicles RPG

[zeether]

Really dig Ghislain Barbe’s work on this, I just wish I could get into it and Heavy Gear...

[patatedestenebres]

Shadow of CEGA [Jovian chronicles]

[enddaysengine]

Beast: the Primordial Resources

Next up we have the linkes for Beast! While this is a crossover game, I'm not going to include every CofD book in it because that would get ridiculous, but I am including the other line's Night Horror books for extra weirdness.

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2e Beast: the Primordial

Beast Player's Guide Building a Legend Dark Eras 2 - Hunger in the Black Land - One Thousand and One Nightmares Night Horrors: Conquering Heroes Ready-Made Characters

Chronicles of Darkness Dark Eras - Beneath the Skin (2e Skinchangers) - Dark Era - Sundered World (Pangaeans) Dark Eras Companion - A Fearful Lesson - Fall of Isireion (Sekhem Sorcerers and The Legio) - Lifting the Veil Hurt Locker Night Horrors: Nameless and Accursed (Mages, Banishers, Rapt, Scelesti, and Tremere) Night Horrors: Shunned by the Moon (Werewolves, Spirits, Claimed, Shadow Occultists, Idigam, and Geryo) Night Horrors: Spilled Blood (Weird Vampires) Night Horrors: The Tormented (Clones, the Jovian, Petrificati, and Zeky)

Signs of Sorcery (Supernal cryptids, Hive-Souled)

1e Antagonists Astral Realms Book of Spirits Book of the Dead Dancers in the Dusk Glimpses of the Unknown Horror Recognition Guide Immortals Inferno Innocents Midnight Roads Mysterious Places Night Horrors: Wicked Dead (Non-Kindred Vampires & Strix) Night Horrors: Wolfsbane (Spirits &Idigam) Predators (Spirits & Claimed) Slasher Skinchangers Summoners (Spirits, Supernal Beings, Ghosts, Supernal Cryptids, Abyssal Beings, & weird stuff) Tooth and Nail Proverbial Monsters Urban Legends War Against the Pure (Non-Werewolf Lycanthropes)

Selected Vault Ephemeral Influence Kinslayers (alternate Heroes) Mother's Magic Pain, Rage, and Fear Secrets of Vancouver: Coil of the Thunderbird

[prokopetz]

Don’t know if you have answered this before, but what would be the best tabletop RPG for a mecha game? Specifically the anime Robotech. I realize there is an actual Robotech RPG but it is pretty terrible. Thanks!

Depends. Do you want good mechanical support for the crunchy hardware porn? The teenage relationship drama and saving the universe through the power of pop music? Both at the same time?

If your priority is the crunchy hardware porn - and if you don’t mind a vehicle creation system that wants you to derive the odd cube root - you might have a look at Silhouette CORE. It’s the system behind a number of popular mecha games like Jovian Chronicles and Heavy Gear, and while in terms of anime influences it generally leans more toward the grounded end of the Gundam franchise than anything else, it can do Robotech adequately if the hardware is where you want the rules to focus.

Teenage relationship drama and saving the universe with pop music? If being so indie it hurts isn’t a problem for you, you could have a look at Mobile Frame Zero: Firebrands, a GM-less, semi-diceless quasi-LARP whose tagline is, and I quote: “Fight with your friends. Ally with your rivals. Fall in love with your enemies.” Basically no crunch to speak of, though it notionally occupies the same setting as Mobile Frame Zero: Rapid Attack, a pick-up-and-play tabletop wargame where you build your own mecha minfigs out of Lego, so if you really want to have it both ways could run both games at once, switching back and forth as needed.

(MFZ: Firebrands would probably also be a decent system for a game inspired by @worstgirlsgames’ Heaven Will Be Mine, incidentally; I know some of this blog’s followers are keenly anticipating the latter, so consider this a drive-by recommendation for you!)

As for doing both the hardware porn and the relationship drama as a single all-in-one package, you might find Chris Perrin’s Mecha to your liking. It’s not one of my favourites because the goddamn header typeface is practically unreadable, and poor typography is unforgiveable in my books, but if you can look past that it strikes a nice balance between gearhead-friendly mecha crunch and goofy interpersonal drama, with just enough of a feedback loop between the two to give players an incentive to change it up from scene to scene without making it feel mandatory to spend exactly the right number of scenes on either.