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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?

Re: [Game Long] Adventurers Inc!

Re: [Game Long] Adventurers Inc!

Re: [Game Long] Adventurers Inc! Because it seems strange to me that the guides of the andes, that I suppose that they will be from Peru, speak in Portuguese among them.

Re: Champions Worldwide?

French Presidential Elections Two days after the victory of Sarkozy in the French presidential elections, more than thousand vehicles have been set afire as a protest by the victory of the preservative candidate. To the 592 arrested during the night of Sunday, they have been added 160 more. According to data of the police, 365 vehicles were set afire the last night, of which 49 by propagation, which they are added to the 730 burned during the night that followed the announcement of the victory of Sarkozy on its rival the socialist candidate Segolene Royal. That night they were arrested near 600 people and, last night, other 160. There were confrontations between young hostile opposed to Sarkozy and the forces of the order in several cities last night, like Rennes and Nantes (the northwest and the west). Today in Lyon (Southeastern) it took place the fourth manifestation anti-Sarkozy, with about 400 participants, from the election of which will be the sixth president of France next day 16. The Bastille Square has been scene of confrontations between oppositors and the forces of the order during the two last nights. Fifteen people followed today under arrest. The declarations of Maurice Genet with respect to the measures anti-superhumans have caused numerous reactions between the pro-superhumans militants who have added the opponents to Sarkozy.

The French Humanistic Movement obtains a modest representation in the National Assembly (Asemblée Nationale) In an historical day for the party the FHM has managed to get four of their representatives in the National Assembly after the elections of the 6 of May. According to declarations of Maurice Gernet, President of the FHM: “Once again is clear the preoccupation of the citizens before the advance of the inhumanity and the inefficiency of the present institutions in the task of protecting the true humans”. They have promised to send to new president Nicholas Sarkozy a study of the reforms to resolve the not-human problems. Sarkozy always has been against the proliferation of vigilant action, reason why it is possible that the proposals of the FHM would be seriously listened. The reactions to the declarations of Gernet did not wait a long time. From the well-known organization pro-superhumans Global Project they lament the words of the spokesman of the party and trust the good criterion of the Assembly facing the study of the proposals of the FHM.

Re: [Game Long] Adventurers Inc! Uhmmm... Why the guides spoke in portuguese?

The Thing of the Culverts Part I It was a bad neighbourhood. It had always been bad and the new “neighbors” arrived at the neighbourhood after being driven away from Coldbath Square by the police presence in the zone had not helped to improve it. In the scene there was nothing abnormal in this neighbourhood: A young, well dressed woman, too innocent, who thought that she could take a short cut to his house crossing those dark streets and than nothing bad could happen, two men in rags stinking to cheap alcohol and sweat that judging by state of his clothes and skin a long time ago they slept in the street. One of the wretches had taken the wrist of the woman whereas with the free hand it caressed the silky hair of her, whose elaborated combed he had been unmade and fall in long tufts. The other contemplated the scene with the eyes injected in blood while it maintained in the hand a dirty bottle of gin. A shadow slid between the dirty trash containers and the wastes left in the street. Cold blue eyes contemplated the scene with total calm, perhaps boring of this type of situations. The most husky of thugs, the one that it had to the woman taken by the wrist approached it himself, throwing the pestilente breath to her face. -Gimme a little kiss woman, you are not idiot The woman resisted with a disgust face that enraged the thug. - You dislikes her, Squeaky- laughed the other drunkard. - I like much this young lady so I´m going to have to make her reconsider his attitude. With a fast movement he twisted her hand that he had catched and he made it fall of knees to the ground. -This is better, this way I like more The guy called Squeaky never knew what killed him. The cover of the thrash container flew too much fast, the blow in the nape of the neck was too demolishing, the brutal one crush of the bones was too evident… Squeaky fell to the ground never to raise itself more again. The other killer turns at surprising speed considering his level from drunkard. An immense hand fell on its face, the fingers surrounded the contour of his head, that was left cover completely. Soon it felt that their feet let be in contact with the ground as the being who catched his head with an only hand elevated it in the air. The tremendous pressure threatened opening its skull and knew that he was as dead as his friend, although its death was not going to be so fast nor mercy. The woman, after a time interval in which she could not separate the glance from the scattered body to his side and whose duration did not know, raised the glance. A new shout resonated in the cold London night, a shout of blind terror when seeing the terrible scene that appeared to its eyes. One of the thugs who had assaulted her struggled uselessly on a foot of the ground with its head totally covered by an impossibly big hand. The being who had so brutally ended Squeaky was no less than two meters tall, had the arms thick than the waist of his victim and a terrifying presence. The pressure that can resist a skull is not infinite and in the end it yielded before the brutal force that was applied to it. It burst as an egg of hen in the fist of an adult. The being opened the hand leaving to fall the dead body of the thief. Without a shout the young woman faint before the macabre spectacle and did not see as the massive being to be knelt down next to her and with an infinitely tender gesture in his blue cold eyes it smoothly caressed his face staining it of blood. A strange voice, too hoarse and vacillating like the one than it has not been using for a long time it and is not very safe of knowing how to still use it, pronounced few words. -already… not… not pain… my beauty. Smoothly he raised her of the ground loading it as if it did not weigh and slowly began to walk towards the raised cover of a culvert. - I will take… to house… with the others… no fear… now you are secure… always… always… always…

Spanish Civil War This post continues with Der Dämmerungprojekt at Pulp Hero Forum

Der Dämmerungprojekt In 1900 at an European convention of Biology, the brilliant English biologist Aaron Blacksmith put the seed of an important event on world-wide scale. Blacksmith was known by its radical ideas about the creation a superior race by selective breeding and techniques of mental conditioning. In the convention he exposed his new techniques for the creation of supermen and it described them like “a new dawn for the humanity”. Nevertheless it had to recognize that it had not proven his method since the English government had prohibited him to experiment with human beings. A mysterious character named Wilhem Bracken approached to doctor Blacksmith a month later. He appear to be a member of an important partnership whose members wanted to be maintained in the shadows, at least at this moment. He offered total collaboration and an important source of money and resources to allow the doctor to finalize his studies. Der Dämmerungprojekt or Dawn Project had been born. The base of the techniques of Blacksmith was selective breeding and mental conditioning. For both it required young children at the most better and Bracken obtained them in great number. By all the London’s zone arose histories of babies and children payment babies to poor families, kidnapping of children, young women whom sums of money were offered to him to be put under to strange experiments… (Possible Adventure Hook to Victorian Hero or perhaps a really early Pulp Hero) The experiments with children did not have the desired effect, they are too old to be useful. But success had those dealt with unmarried women. With techniques only know by Blacksmith a small number of women were fertilizing with sperm altered in laboratory. The great majority of the experiments were a failure, many of the pregnancies were not viable and finished in abortion (and in at least three cases with the death of the mother) and the childbirths successfully ended alive babies but horribly deformed who “were discarded and eliminated” (Possible origin for the Thing of the Culverts of London). Nevertheless two of the pregnancies were really successful and were born two healthy and apparently normal alive babies. The equipment baptized like Adam and Eve. In 1910 the children, with hardly five years had reached a comparable mental development to the one of a twenty years adult. Nevertheless its physical development was equal to the one of any boy of its age. Finally in 1920 English justice join sufficient evidences to take to the Court to The Dawn Foundation, facade after which the Dämmerungprojekt was hidden. Tens of employees of the foundation were arrested and process, the facilities registered and sealed and laboratory’s diaries confiscated and classified. Orders of capture against doctor Blacksmith were emitted. Neither he nor Adam nor Eva was found. The name of Bracken was not mentioned in the judgment, all the arrested employees declared to follow direct instructions of Blacksmith. In books confiscated to the Foundation appears an annotation in one of diaries, the one of the project Eve, a criptical and brief reference to his utility like matrix for future experiments by hand and signed by a such W.B. Apparently the ambitious project had finalized… But the appearances deceives…