Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 5

The tarn dived straight for the jagged rocks below and Rin screamed with pure delight.  This was not flying aboard an airship.  She could not feel the air upon her face or the powerful wings of a beating tarn between her legs.  Smoke opened her wings and caught a wind that lifted them upwards to the sky.  Higher and higher they went, until they were soaring higher than the vast aerodrome’s control tower.

“So, are you done showing off?” Joshan asked and Rin heard in the small radio in her hat.  He was not angry at her to say the very least.  She lifted off her saddle and looked for him.  “I am underneath you, twelve mark six,” he said and then glided his way until he was on his port side.  Their position was all based on the old Earth clocks.  It went from one to twelve staring straight ahead and one to twelve starting straight overhead.  Twelve mark six was straight ahead and below.

It was getting to be a clear day, the morning fog was already burning off the crisp autumn sun that hung heavy on the horizon above the Morning Sea.  They could see the Maarke to their starboard side.  Maarke was centered on three volcanos, but over the years the sea had striped the cones and left the throats of the volcanic magma.  The ocean has left many spires great and small, solid, igneous rocks.  It was a bustle of activity.  They could see the small ships in the protected harbor.  They could see buildings built vertically along the cliff face.  The Colleges of Danaan are located off the largest extinct volcano in the center, surrounding the great observatory and Baronial home.  The aerodrome was atop the northern peak.  They could see the road that snaked down through the mountains between the aerodrome and the main city.  The Maarke is not known for its fertile land and over ninety-percent of the food has to be shipped in from the outside. 

Besides the Colleges, the other thing that the Maarke was known for is its hot springs.  Called onsens, after the Japanese word for the hot spring.  The geothermal activity for the Barony was quite impressive and these resorts were known far and wide.  Stormtonne had only a handful compared to The Maarke.

They flew toward the Baronial home atop the center peak.  The third peak was a large military base that was built when the Empire of Tulath nearly took all of North Realm nearly two hundred years ago.  They could see tarns flying all over the city amid the small airships used for advertising as well as those used for police work.  The students of the Colleges are known for their prankish behavior.  Rin wished she could spend more time atop smoke but Joshan had pointed down to the rookery here.

“That was fantastic!” she said when they were on the ground.  She was unbuckling herself from the saddle and got down from the saddle.  Rin was still shaking with delight and a bit from the cold as Joshan smiled.

“I thought you would like it.  You have left before you could get certified last time.  I would have you join the Maarke guardsmen any time you wish,” he said.  “M’lady,” he quickly added with a grin.

He accompanied Rin though the small Baronial rookery to the observatory and to the other side of the extinct volcanic peak where the Baronial home was.  She looked up at the observatory and it was quite small.  The dish was only some fifty centimeters in diameter but was made with care in the years after they had crash landed on this planet.  Paul Taere, the predecessor of the danTaere family, never did find out where they were.  Neither has his descendants.  The old computer had stopped working centuries ago and the whole observatory was designated a historic monument.

They entered the Baronial home that lie above the main campus of the Colleges of Danaan.  It was a small, ramshackle affair that housed the Baron of Maarke and family.  The strength of the Barony came from its people and Kemmon danTaere left the day to day ruling to a Senate composed of all factions of The Maarke.  It was not that the Baron left them, as his word carried considerable weight and he reserved the right to veto any new law.  He always proposed caution and the police and the military still answered to him in any emergency.  Baron Kemmon’s first love was teaching and that is what he did.

They were met by Oswal Langenfel, the seneschal of House danTaere.  An older man who should be retired, he was accompanied by a younger man.  They were both dressed in gray, the color of the ocean as it beats upon the rocks.  “Well, I will have to get back to my guardsman.  I will leave Smoke at the rookery for you to use while you are here,” Joshan said.  Rin thanked him as he bowed and left.

“Hello Oswal,” she said as both of them bowed to her.  Oswal’s beard was kept short and trim, but was as gray as his tunic.  He didn’t have hair and kept his bald pate underneath a twill hat.

“Good morning to you as well, Lady danTaven,” he said dryly even though the humidity was quite high.  “May I introduce Amer Tran.  He is studying to take over for me when I retire.”  Oswal has been threatening to retire for many a years.  Rin curtsied slightly to the new seneschal in training.  He was in his late twenties and his eyes peered at her not miss anything.  Rin could tell he was trained by the way he stood and the way he carried himself.  He was ex-military, that much she could tell.  However he was a new, having just got the job in the two weeks she was gone.

“Good morning m’lady,” Amer said in a crisp baritone as he took her bag, unconcerned with the weight.  “Did you have a pleasant flight?”

“It was calm and uneventful,” she replied to Mr. Tran.  “Will I be staying in the same room as before?”

“Yes, the connecting room next to Her Highness.  I bet you did not have breakfast yet.  Shall I send it up to for you?”

She shook her head.  “No, I am going to the Colleges to meet the Princess.  She has political theory right now, right?”  Langenfel just nodded his head as Rin turned and went.

Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 4

Maarke was built on the Morning Sea.  Once, a long time ago, great volcanos grew up on these shores for hundreds of miles in either direction, spewing forth lava that created much of the Barony.  It is a rocky Barony, interspersed with green that the forests and the humans have tried to reclaim.  Rin stepped onto the outer deck that ringed the great aerodrome and could see the sea in all of its rage and beauty.  It was breathtaking.  Even though she was several hundred feet below them, Rin could feel the spray of the sea’s mighty waves. 

She shivered in delight and looked up after she heard a shriek.  She looked up and could see a great, gray tarn being ridden by a Maarke guardsman.  Tarns, or dows as the eladrin called them, are named after a species of bird so great that they could be ridden, so written by an ancient Earth writer.  She looked down and could see the great rookery and headed to the elevator down.

She stepped off the elevator to two guardsman snapping to attention.  Rin wished that they wouldn’t do that, but had stopped a long time ago and just smiled at them.  The rookery was a great cave carved into the side of the mountain.  Nests where built on the outside, facing the sea, as the tarns were great sea birds that survived as they dived for the fishes that were quite abundant and quite large.  Everything on Eave was quite large.  Even the insects were at least twice as large as or larger than what was commonly on Earth.  All of that was ancient history.  Every human was an intruder here and even though Earth was taught in school, it was all history about where they came from, not where they were going.

“Rin!” she heard a familiar voice cry out.  She looked over and saw Joshan in his full riding harness.  It looked like a full-body climbing harness that a rider could wear on the four-winged tarns.  Joshan was in his uniform, a simple sea-gray jumpsuit that had the four wings, two great and two lesser, emblazoned on the back.  He bowed slightly, a hand over his heart, then straightened up to hug the young woman. 

“Do not tell me it is a fortnight already?” he said as he led her down the passageway.  “How goes the plans for the wedding?”  Joshan was talking about her brother’s wedding.  Aylen danTaven, the Baron Elham’s only child.  He was some fourteen years older and he seemed to be too busy for her.  He was eighteen after all and was busy learning the ways of an eladrin ranger.  When he came home however, he always spent time with Rin, but his time was not his own and he was soon off again, training or fighting or learning.  She always had a crush on Aylen, for he was tall, smart and brave.  It must have paid off however, for he was engaged to an eladrin, much to Rin’s dismay.  Beyissa Faleath, also known as Skysilver to the humans.  It was the first time in the nine-hundred years since humans have crash landed on Eave that such a union was recognized and blessed.  The Faleath family were cousins to the royal family of Hanali, an old and powerful family.  Infact it was a Sorica Faleath who taught the second human magic.  The danTaven family was the first in magic and was strong.  Even though Rin was adopted to the family, she proved to have the magical talent and had knowledge of how to cast.

Rin smiled.  “It goes well.  My brother Aylen is trying to be calm, but I can tell he is nervous about it all.  He is over thirty and is acting like it is his first date,” she laughed as Joshan opened a door that lead to the outside.  The chill morning air was bracing and she felt the spray once more.  “Do you mean yes?” she asked excitedly. 

He smiled.  “I think you are ready for your first solo flight.  We will just have to fit you with a harness.  I just thought you wanted to meet your tarn.”  For the year that she was fostered here to learn at The Colleges of Danaan, she rode the great tarns in tandem with an experience rider like Joshan.  He took Rin to the far nest where she was greeted by a dirty-white tarn that regarded her with a turn of its head.  Tarns have a straight beak like an Earth kingfisher and a small gular, the throat sack common to Earth birds such as the pelican.  Their feet had a unique adaptation.  They had five talons, four that face forward with one pointed backwards.  The four that pointed forward had the middle two open wide and was webbed for excellent maneuverability when swimming, as tarns were known to dive in the water for a dozen or more meters to go after the great fish that live off the coast.  Closed it acted as the power claws for perching on the great spires and rocky crags that were common along the coast of Maarke. 

Rin smiled.  It was Smoke, the tarn on which she learned how to fly.  “Hello, old bird,” she said as she nuzzled the neck.

“I will get her ready to fly.  You go into the barracks and get into your harness.”

Rin eagerly did just that.  She went into the barracks and took off her skirts and attached the harness around her body and legs.  She then took a fleece lined aviator hat and goggles and tied a scarf around her neck.  It got rather cold up to where the tarns flew.  When she got out, Joshan was tightening the last of the buckles and straps.  Rin gathered around the great tarn, checking the buckles and straps with great care.  It is not that she did not trust Joshan, she was doing what he had taught her.  She then went over to a large basket outside Smoke’s reach and heaved out a large fish that weighed some fifteen kilograms.  It was common practice to feed your tarn before flying to keep them from diving in the water in search of food.  Smoke gobbled the fish eagerly and Rin patted her hand along the sides of her neck.

“Ready?” Joshan asked as he went to the next cage over where his tarn was saddled.  Rin said yes as she jumped into the saddle and buckled the two straps in.  Smoke stretched her wings, two greater and two lesser and fell of the side of the cliff.

Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 3

Rin quickly did her hair in a simple braid, her magic prosthetic did not lose any of the dexterity that it took to do the braid in its elaborate pattern.  She mainly did this this so her long hair did not get in the way of the rest of her dressing.  She dressed in simple clothes of black, white and green, the colors of House danTaven.  She wore tight leather pants under her skirts that could be shed really easily if she had to move more freely.  Besides the leather bodice, she wore a leather jerkin that hung to her hips.  All of her leather clothing seemed to be stiff and cumbersome, but was highly enchanted to be soft and supple.  It was also enchanted to turn an assassin’s blade or bullet, though she had not been unlucky enough to test that out.  The same mage who made her prosthetic hand made her clothing.  “Aunt” Ladeline made them for her and for the longest time that is how she knew the woman and her wife “aunt” Tava would do little sleight of hand tricks that would amuse the girl to no end.  It was later that she found out that they were people much greater than she thought.

Her clothing looked simple of the outside but was far from the unassuming garments that they appeared to be.  Rin had hidden on her body some forty daggers and knives of various shapes and functions.  All could be thrown however and to deadly accuracy.  Her aunt Tava noted she was a quick girl in both mind and body.  After a few times of observing her sleight of hand tricks, she could easily figure out how the trick was done.  So Tava did something else.  She taught the girl how to throw knives.  Her mother Emma only tsked this but did not stop it as long as she did not hurt herself or others.  Emma would rather have Rin study hard, but she became more and more active.  Emma just sighed and smiled.  Except for a few arguments that they had, Rin tried to do everything to make her adopted parents happy.  She buckled on her belt that had one her cherished possessions, a dagger that Elham gave her before he passed quite suddenly from a brain aneurism.  It was given to her on her sixteenth birthday and from that day it has never left her side.  She loved the old man, for he was like the father she which she had no memory.  The dagger was old and well serviced and while she had it, a piece of Elham would always remain alive to watch over her.  It was silly, Rin knew, but it kept most of her fears at bay.

Rin picked up her bag that contained many other throwing knives as well as her Armored Reactive Camouflage suit.  Her ARC suit was a piece of ancient tech that she had in her possession, one of only seven that remained in service to this days according to the Order of the Thorn.  The Order of the Thorn was North Realm’s spy organization of which she was a member.  Elham had just died when her bother Aylen had recruited her.  She was quick and smart but most importantly, she was a danTaven.  It was the purview of House danTaven, the steward of The Thorn to watch over the kingdom.  To be its eyes and ears and if needs be, the blade to slay the enemies of the kingdom.  Aylen became the new head of The Thorns after their father had died.  It was something that Elham was going to do, but never had the chance.  For the next two years, she had learned much in the performance of her duty.  Her aunt Tava was a teacher in the class and was one of the greatest agents they ever had.  Only two, people new she was in The Order of the Thorn, Aylen and Tava.  They have told her that The Order had been infiltrated, but by who and what they did not know.  In addition to her main duty as Princess Itami’s handmaiden (and secretly bodyguard) she was to be on the lookout for those suspicious enough to be a possible subversive [change]. 

She stepped out onto the main deck of the airship.  The Forest Mist was a small and fast courier ship that mainly carried correspondence from one city to another.  Captain Watson was a member of The Order of the Thorn and from time to time he was ordered to smuggle some cargo.  He was very good at what he did but not today.  Rin knew what he was, but he had no idea that they belonged to the same Order.  She smiled at him as she entered the command deck.  “Good morning,” she said bright and chipperly.

“Good morning to you too, m’lady,” he returned to her.  He may not have known she was part of the same Order, but she was the Baron’s sister and deserved such repect.  “We are coming in to the aerodrome now.”  The command deck was crewed by three people, in addition to the captain.  The pilot who stood at a great wheel, the navigator who sat at his charts and the communications officer who manned the radio.  “Did you sleep well?”

Rin smiled.  She did not sleep well aboard any airship as his question brought forward the redcap goblin.  “It was pleasant, Captain Watson,” she lied convincingly.  “I must thank you for the use of your cabin again.”  He bowed his head slightly.  He must know, she thought.  He was a member of the Order.  None the less, they exchanged pleasantries. 

The Forest Mist moored at Bay Three of the Maarke Aerodrome.  The Aerodromes made by North Realm are a marvel of construction.  They are usual vast, circular affairs that the airships landed in like they were wedges of a pie.  The center was a huge tower that was home to Maarke Air Traffic Control.  Overall, it was a huge building that could hold twenty-four ships on two levels.  She stepped off onto the gangway where she could smell the oil, and steam and ocean.

Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 2

Rin stood naked in front of a tall, thin mirror, her green eyes not missing a thing as she gazed over her form.  The scars on the remains of her left hand where the magical prosthesis was attached.  The prosthesis looked beautiful and despite of its moving parts what smooth and flush with the skin of her arm as the prosthesis claimed half her forearm.  She covered the prosthetic with a glove.  It conjured dreams of the redcap who took the arm when she was a child and for the life of her she could not banish the vile creature from her thoughts and her dreams.  Her hand went to her forehead where a two inch scar lay above her right eyebrow.  It was another scar she got from the night of the crash.

But it wasn’t all bad.  When Rin awoke form the horror filled dreams, she found herself in a large comfortable bed, in the middle of large room.  She did not say anything, in fact she did not even move for hours.  Two hours later when the nurse came wearing a pin denoting she was a follower of the Eladrin goddess Ellathe, the nurse smiled.  She told Rin that she was alright.  It was then that Rin cried and she cried out loud, as much as her battered and bruised body could handle under the circumstances while the nurse just gently held her.

She later learned that Elham danTaven, the Baron of Stormtonne had come to her rescue.  The Barony’s Control Tower heard the airships radio message and Elham himself lead a rescue party to save the doomed flight.  In the weeks after she awoke in the hospital, it became evident that no one would claim the child.  There was no evidence of her existence that they could find.  So the Baron did the only thing if which he could think.  He adopted her.  Emma, his wife had always wanted a girl and she took Rin to heart and with open arms.

Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale

This is a series of short stories all based on my Eave world.  Mind you I am far from a professional but I try none the less.

Fire was everywhere as people screamed in pain.  The airship crashed in a woody thicket of the great forest that was still made up of the great trees.  Rin stumbled, bleeding from a cut on her forehead.  She would have cried but her mother told her to keep quiet.  “There are dangerous things in the forest,” she had told the four year old girl. 

Her mother had just finished strapping Rin into the crash seat of the cabin that they were in and had got up to run across the room that they were in when everything went a dark purple.  She saw a beam of violet energy slice up through the floor and catch her mother.  She didn’t even cry out as Rin looked on with horror and shock as her mother was there and then she wasn’t.  She would have cried out, but her mother told her to be quiet.

She has lost her left shoe in the wreckage as she climbed out, alone and afraid.   As she picked along her the trial of burning and charred debris, the weirdly colored fire casting deep purple shadows, giving the remains and otherworldly glow.  She could hear the screams turn to silence and she was afraid.  She could see a figure in the distance, standing before a purple flame.  “Mother?” she wordlessly said as it looked like her mother bathed in the purple light.  Rin tried not to cough as a breeze blew smoke in her direction.  When the smoke cleared she was surprised to see it.  A large goblin wearing a cap of blood red.  She did not cry out as it raised a bloody, jagged blade.  Rin fell back, stifling a small cry from escaping her lips as it brought down the blade where it severed her left hand and much of her forearm.

Rin awoke with a start, her hands flying up to guard her face.  She sat up in the bunk she was in and breathed hard.  She slowly brought up her left hand and closed her fist.  It was a magical prosthesis made up of a silver and copper cage closed up around a hand, made of darkwood.  It was beautiful as it seamlessly melded with her flesh.  The fist unclenched and she rest it in her lap and sighed.  She got up from her bunk and went to a small window on the opposite wall.  She opened the curtain and could see the sun rising against the horizon made up of a great forest, the ring around Eave slowly fading in the glowing light of the sun.

The intercom rang and Rin went to answer it.  “This is the call you wanted to wake you m’lady.  We are an hour from Maarke,” the captain of the airship told her.  She thanked the captain and returned to the window, the view slowly changing.  She sighed.  It was the same dream every time she flew…

Barony of Maarke

Ruler: Baron Kemmon danTaere

The Maarke is a large and sprawling barony of the shores of great Morning Sea.  No defensive walls or barriers but it does have its fair share of hidden batteries that protect the city.  A hard and cold city during the winter to a mild and less hard during the summer months.  It is built somewhat upon a semi-active volcanic region that provides the city, nay the entire barony with geothermal power and warmth that make it somewhat hospitable.

One of the things that make The Maarke a great city was Paul Taere.  Paul Taere was the ships navigator aboard the Danaan.  He did not see a volcanic wasteland but a place of pristine beauty where is could be afforded a prime abode to mark the stars and try to figure out where they were.  He took the highest spire, the cindercone of an extinct volcano along the Morning Sea and there built a great observatory that is still used to this day.  Soon a thriving town and then a city and eventually a college was built around the spire.

The Maarke has growing and thriving community of scholars, fisherman and those that cater to them and the many travelers that stop at The Maarke.  Many hot springs hotels are located here.  Over the centuries, much of the lava fields have been cleared to allow the forest to reclaim the land.

There are many spires which goes up and many above the water.  The great tarns (dow) make their nests in the spires.  These great marine birds are a boon not only to ride but because they can spot the great fish that swim along the coast.

The biggest college in North Realm is here.  The Colleges of Danaan are located here, a sprawling campus that teaches both magic and science.

Besides the Maarke, this Barony has the towns of Harvard, Oxford and Yale.

Eave Design Bible, Part I

This list is mainly from a human point of view.

• Eave is a world were magic and science come together and try to make sense of one another.  It is advanced technology but one that is old and fading.  Besides a few of the technologies that are really over the top, such as some of the weapons and armor, the tech level is about equal to twentieth century earth.  Much of the technology is cumbersome and unwieldy, this is due to the humans not having much of the high tech and resources available to them.  Combine that with the fact that magic does not work at a certain level above the surface that means all of the magic that they do have is worthless in the humans bid for outer space.  
• Magic and science are blended to a point that most of what they have is made of blending of the two disciplines.
• Power Armor and Energy Weapons are very, very rare.  The slugthrower weapons are uncommon and the higher end ones (automatic weapons and such) are usually restricted to the military.  Swords, bows and the such, are the common weapons
• Vehicles such at jets, tanks and mechs are very, very rare and are limited to the military.  Other vehicles such as cars and trucks are uncommon.  The people of Danaan usually use draft animals and air ships; while the Tulathians have an excellent mass transit system of trains.
• Airships, because I wanted them!  Mainly because of swashbuckling fun high above the world. 
• Medical science is quite good.  Danaan has been experimenting with magical prosthetics to great effect.  Tulath has some of the best prenatal care in the world.
• Eladrin (or elves as they are commonly known) are a tall and tough race.  They are a beautiful people and much talk has went into talking about their involvement on ancient Earth.  With the existence of the portals and such, it is a very likely possibility.  
• There are very few actual computers remaining and are usually common in government and military facilities.  Danaan has the Oracle System, the remnants of the original computer system aboard the Battlecrusier Danaan.  Tulath has SAGE, found aboard the UTN Fleet Carrier Tulath.  They are the only AI remains.  Computers arent made to play games.
• Communications, like computers are bulky affairs.  Radio is very common and TV has just caught on.  They are usually bulky affairs.  The military has smaller ones, backpack sized ones.  The range is only line of sight due to the fact that they cannot put any satellites into orbit.  It is very rare that even the mechs have their original radios and have to make due with the primitive radios makeshifted to the vehicles.
• Modern power generation was something that died out in the first century.  For many centuries afterwards the humans dealt with the dirty forms of generation by burning wood and coal.  This made for some very dangerous living conditions for Tulath.  Eventually the Tulathians discovered how to work the dwarven forges and create an enchanted metal that was always heated.  They used that to construct a clean burning generator that used steam.  North Realm took a bit of time for their magic took many years of one-to-one training.

Eave and beyond...

Oof.  I am mostly back, but bare with me as it will take me a little while to regain my feet.  I have been thinking about what I have done with Eave and taking a really hard look at it, there is some stuff that I want to change.  Don't know what that will be however.  The problem with doing Eave for Fate is that I do not have written down a definite bible for world creation to it.  I need to set up a design bible for Eave, stat!

There has been another blogger that has been hacking Castle Falkenstein to Fate, and it is really good.  I wonder how fast I can put together something together for Orccon this year.  Something Falkensteinish I think since that has been the most popular think that I have done at the con.  I am still not that familiar with the Fate system to run, but I will try it regardless.  More on that to come.

Well, the new year brings new challenges and new opportunities.  Here is to 2014, lets make it a good one!

Religion on Eave

Religion of Eave is a mix of old human religions and ancient elven religion.  Humans of North Realm have a freedom of religion and have taken to the worship of several elven deities.  Those within the Empire worship the perfection of the human body.  Religion is a somewhat hot button issue within the human community.  Most of humanity have taken a somewhat philosophical view of religion before they have landed on Eave.  Most forms of Christianity, Islam and Judaism have fallen by the wayside and worshipped by only a fraction of the faithful as more and more evidence proved it to be less and less useful to a technologically advanced society. 

On Eave, everything changed.  With magic, that the eladrin say comes of the gods and it is hard to argue with the results.  The advent of magic comes from the power of the gods, so say the eladrin.  Taelah, the god (or goddess) of magic is said to have taught the very first eladrin how to work magic.  The humans, scientists from both Danaan and Tulath, have been working to find out how the magic works as it manipulates an energy.  The eladrin say it is because of the gods and the humans have to reluctantly agree.

The eladrin do not have churches or cathedrals to their gods.  They have small temples and shrines, but no real clergy.  They may pray to Elinan for an easy brith, or thank Skrive for a good hunt.

Little do the inhabitants of Eave know that the gods sleep on Eave, providing the magic though their dreams.  They are being of immense power and their sleep provides a stable platform for the planet.  If they were ever awoken from their dreams, the planet would fall into cataclysm. 

Eladrin Gods

·         Alannah, god of youth, chance

·         Elinan, goddess of the earth, females, childbirth

·         Ellathe, goddess of nature, seasons

·         Skrive, god of hunting, animals

·         Taelah, god or goddess of magic

·         Vensor, god of the sky, males, virility

Spirits

Every animal native to Eave has multiple Spirit Sovereigns.  One massive animal that holds the represents the best of the best of the animal.   It is intelligent and can speak telepathically.  Every animal has one.

Rules of Eave: Mecha-Suit Weapons

I am playtesting the armor and weapons section this weekend.  Let you know how it all works out!

Mecha-Suit Weapons

Mecha-suited weapons are large weapons that are mounted or carried on the mecha-suits.  Spartans can also use the handheld weapons, though a bit clumsily for simplicity sake they don’t take any penalty to attack.  If a person smaller than a Spartan uses a weapon usable by a mecha-suit, they will take a -2 on the attack role as the weapon takes on a Heavy and Cumbersome Aspect.  No one can use a built in weapon unless they are piloting the mecha-suit.

[Playtest] Armor Piercing rounds do tremendous damage against the target.  Ancient armor does nothing.  Enchanted and modern armor acts as though they were ancient armor, the blue die reduced by 1 and ceiling increased by 1. 

·         Auto-Cannon.  R3/2, Burst

·         Cannon.  R3/3, Blast

·         Cannon, Heavy.  R3/4, Blast, Built-In

·         Chaingun.  R3/3, Burst

·         Flamer.  R3/3, Sets Fire

·         Knife.  R2/2

·         Mace. R2/3

·         Missile Launcher.  AP, R4/3; HE, R3/3, Blast; HEAP, R4/4, Blast; Plasma, R4/2, Blast

·         Particle Pule Laser Rife, Heavy.  R4/3

·         Rail-gun.  R3/5, Amor Piercing, Built-In

·         Rocket Launcher.  R2/3, Built-In, Blast

·         Shotgun, Heavy.  R3/3