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Re: Atlantis found... It´s a old notice. If you are interested in this topic you can find information about Tartessos. This civilization had its capital in southern Spain and is very similar to the mythological Atlantis. Other Greek myths as the Garden of Hespérides are located in Spain, in this case in the Canary Islands.

I am preparing a game in the 30's. What do you recommend me for the mood music? It's a Mistery Men style game.

From now on I will try that all entries in this blog will be published in Spanish and English. Tomorrow I will post on this premise the first character in a medieval setting: Silvana. I hope my English will not be too bad.

Finally, I decided to start writing a blog about Hero System in spanish language. The link is: http://mundodeheroes.wordpress.com Obviously the page is in spanish. Maybe later translate it into English.

Re: Nanobots & Zombies That is, you're right

Re: Nanobots & Zombies Dr.Who it`s my inspiration

I'm writing an adventure with zombies. The plague of zombies is produced by an alien artifact containing a cloud of medical nanobots. The nanobots do not understand how human physiology works and begin to animate corpses of mounds in the Middle Ages. The idea is that the "disease" is transmitted through the blood when a human is wounded by a zombie and he slowly become a zombie like it. In what ways you suggest I use to transform this idea into rules?

I just received my Hero System 6th Edition (4 books in total). I can hardly wait to get home to start reading

Re: Long Yingzi In the province of Son Ying had gathered a group of practitioners of the Tao of great talent. Were trained daily for perfection of his mastery of the different aspects of Tao. History has not preserved their names, only known as The Eight Masters of Tao. Reached such a level of perfection that almost need not to eat or to breathe, could run through walls or reach the tops of tall trees of a single mighty leap. The day came when the governor's tax collector came to the small village where they lived. The Eight Masters were unfair to the governor, after a tough year in which the peasants had got no crops just come to collect their taxes. Thus they cast away the collector and his guards escort. The governor did not like this and sent a detachment of soldiers to capture the Eight Masters. But do not expect that they provide a resistance as hard on the soldiers, who had to flee for his life. The governor, continued to send detachments to seize the Masters but were not able to do ever. Teachers, tired of so much blood unnecessarily wasted retreated to the mountains to hide from the soldiers. Despite that hunting is not over, and the governor continued to send troops to capture them. The Eight Masters have adapted well to life on the mountain and continued his training in search of perfection. To his ears came the rumors that there was a wanderer who had his face hidden by a mask and he was invincible. According to the rumors he had destroyed an entire castle and killed everyone who had faced. They wanted to know. They wanted to measure their strength with him. They waited quietly in the mountains, if the wanderer would not change course to cross them. Finally, they see him. It was an imposing figure, muscular and strong body, sun-tanned skin and a long braid that fell to his back and betrayed he as Jurchen. But more impressive was his mask, just a sheet of dark metal, undecorated, with two slots for the eyes ... but the most amazing thing they had ever seen, exuding raw power. They went to him and introduced themselves. They were the owners of these mountains and no one could pass without their consent. If he wanted to pass would have to fight one of them. Liu Chen was tired, wanted to get to where it indicated the voice in your head as soon as possible, avoiding the fight would take many days of travel. There was no problem. But he knew that when they beat one of those self-appointed Masters another would take his place and would have to fight eight battles. Therefore proposed to fight all the time. Eight teachers could not believe his ears, this arrogant boy was challenging them eight at a time. It would be an end. That arrogance was a sure sign that it was not Perfect they was looking for. Eight teachers were launched to attack with lightning speed and strength of the storm, riding the winds blew, they groan to the earth with the force of his attack ... but the wanderer did not seem concerned at all. One by one they fell before him. There seemed to possess none of the extraordinary powers of which they boasted the Eight Masters, only a huge force capable of spraying the rocks with a hit and the ability to resist any attack. When the last of the eight fell, they knelt acknowledging his defeat and asked to accompany him on his wanderings, to serve as slaves or servants because he was the one who had been looking for, a great warrior who would reach the perfection and greatness. And Long Yingzi, the Dragon of Darkness accept took them as his servants. And they began to travel together to the south. And so were born Erzi lóng, the Sons of the Dragon.

The story of Shadow Dragon begins in the year 200 BC in northern China. It was middle of the afternoon when a Jurchen ethnia shepherd who was watching his flock saw something fall from the sky, a big fire dragon rushed from the heights to the ground and struck with a deafening noise. She ran steadily to reach the town and talked to the shaman very excited. Something terrible had happened and one of the celestial dragons had died and fallen to earth. The shaman, accompanied by a group of terrified men and the shepherd came to the place: a huge crater in the ground of the steppe. To her relief found that the dragon was not there, should not be seriously injured and had returned to ascend to the heavens that belonged to him. However, as evidence of his wound had left his blood in the crater, his blood had flowed and fell on a rock the size of the head of an adult male. The dragon's blood had become something they had never seen these simple men, had become terribly hard and black as the darkest night. With great reverence the shaman pulled the rock and wrapped in furs to defile not his hands. They took the town and stayed at the house of the shaman as an object blessed of heaven. He remained there for fifty years been revered by members of the clan as a sacred object, the very essence of the celestial dragon materialized. One fateful evening a group of soldiers spent the night in the village. It seemed that the soldiers would pass without causing problems but alcohol and lust were too strong and the soldiers attacked the village women. To a group of armed veterans nothing could make a group of shepherds, those who dared to protest were beheaded, others were forced to watch as their sisters and daughters were raped. When one of the soldiers has sated his lust was looking valuables in the house of the shaman was immediately warned that the stone was a powerful object and held out his hand to touch it. Energy shock shook his body killing him, his horrible screams alerted all his companions, who attended the transformation of a strong and robust man in an unrecognizable mass of burned flesh. The reaction was swift soldiers in revenge destroyed all the inhabitants of the village and set fire to every house. When Liu, a young shepherd returned to his village he found the houses burned, dismembered bodies and fields destroyed. Through tears he could see the shaman's hut, burned to the ground but with the small altar of wood and leather intact in its center, with the heavenly stone on it. He came to the revered rock fearful and extended his hand to it. By touching an avalanche of images is turned on its head, the rock was alive, the essence of the celestial dragon had animated it and was talking to him, told him what to do and how. He took the stone in their hands, it was much lighter than he had imagined and wrapped in a large piece of cloth used for loading back like a bundle. It did not take anything else with him, the assailants had left nothing more than death. He traveled for days without knowing where he was going but with a clear direction in his mind: South. His wanderings took him to an outpost where he began to look for work. The rock, which had not ceased to speak to he, sent images of those who had massacred his people. And he saw in the town surrounding the fort. Each and every one of those soldiers belonged to this post. He began working as a blacksmith, was a strong man and the need for revenge, encouraged him. They work for room and board. Weeks went by and watched the soldiers as they played in taverns, like chasing girls or even cared for their families. The hatred continued to grow in it. Was the moment that had been waiting for, that night the heavenly dragon pass over the village and was the perfect opportunity to do what he called the rock. In the night turned on the ovens and prepared the tools of the smithy. To complete his revenge was to turn off the rock while maintaining its essence, the instructions were clear in his mind, his hands were skilled and arms were strong. The blacksmith would not bother, but never wake up, the heavy hammer had opened his head while he slept. He worked all night, dragon's blood is not easy to mold, but with the help of the celestial dragon that flew over the village was able to cut and shape the rock. Dawn surprised him with a mask of black metal in their hands, watched the sunrise and placed the mask. The flames of burning buildings were shining in his sweaty body, but not reflected in the dark mask covering his face. He began to walk out of the outpost, walking south over the corpses of civilians and soldiers. The post had a population over two hundred people. Now the last of them walked to the south, covered in blood, none of which was his. Long Yingzi, the Shadow Dragon was born

Re: Spanish character naming help Words that roughly means Fire: - Llama, Antorcha, Hoguera, Brasa, Fogata, Ascua, Incendiario, Incendio and Ice: - Frio, Hielo, Escarcha, Nieve, Nevada

Re: Perfect Pulp Painting Hey, it´s an spanish plane! The flag it´s the Republican one. Where do you find this picture?

Re: The Voynich Manuscript It´s not proved to be a fake. The level of sophistication that would have such deception is so great that more to be a mere deception it´s a great work of art. The facts are: - If it is a fake... What was make? Studies indicate that the distribution of the characters does not correspond to any natural language but have a structure that it rejects the possibility that have been placed randomly. - If not a fake... What is really? What represents the images? What language is written? It's a fascinating topic

Re: Are we Ready to Rock? I dunno...are we?

Re: Are we Ready to Rock? I dunno...are we? Invencible (Invincible) Invicto (Never defeated) Indestructible Invulnerable Duro (Tough) Fortaleza (Fortress) Alcázar (Fortress) Muro (Wall) Muralla (Fortress wall) Bastion (Another name for a Fortress) Alcazaba (Yes, another name for a fortress or castle, in Spanish we have many of these words) Hormigón (Concrete) I can give you more (and best) spanish names if you tell me a little more about the character style/personality. Names of hard materials? Names of diferent kind of fortress?