I'm working on story-lines and inspiration areas for the Sin-Eaters on my web site (scarn.com), which has been fairly fun so far.
I just came up with an idea which I would like to post while it is still hot in my mind -- however, while I'm strong on the story-telling, and scene creation, I'm not so hot on the mechanics yet.
So... I'm hoping that someone on here is good enough with the basic mechanics that they could help flesh out this Sin-Eater "game".
-- Background --
In Breton folklore, Iannic-ann-ôd ([ˈjɑ̃nig əˈnoːt], which means "Little John of the shore") are said to be the lost souls of those drowned at sea and never recovered. They are said to be heard along coastlines at night crying, "Iou! Iou!".
From "The Celtic Legend of the Beyond":
Iannic-ann-ôd is not evil, provided one does not amuse oneself by sending his plaintive call back to him. Woe to the imprudent who risk this game. If you reply once, Iannic-ann-ôd leaps half the distance separating him from you, in a single bound; if you reply a second time, he leaps half of the remaining distance; if you reply a third time, he breaks your neck.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iannic-ann-%C3%B4d
-- Game --
Name : Iou-Batting
Typical players of this game are the krews of Bone Pickers, and some channels of the Celebrants
The game is popular around sea-shores, where shipwrecks are known to happen, usually in concert with bon-fires, keggers and grunion-runs. It's a beach party game.
The players, using bashing twilight weapons of low power, stand on the rocks or on the edge of the shore. Normally the game requires that the Sin-Eater's movement is limited by the terrain, so standing on a outcrop of rocks, where he can only take a step, one way or another, is looked on with much more favor, than standing on the beach, where it is thought that the Sin-Eater has an unfair advantage over the Iannic-ann-ôd.
Once in place, the Sin-Eater shouts "Iou!" until he can get an answer.
Since the Sin-Eater is initiating the "Iou!", the Iannic-ann-ôd may make the final leap to bash his head on the Second, not the Third. Some Iannic-ann-ôd have been confused enough by the change in instigation of the game to come in on "their third call", which would be the Sin-Eater's fourth reply. So the Sin-Eater isn't certain of the arrival moment of the Iannic-ann-ôd.
The Iannic-ann-ôd come in fast, very fast. Normally they come in from the direction of the sky, but they don't have too, they can come in straight on, and from the right or left. So there has to be an awareness, an ability to focus on the incoming Iannic-ann-ôd, quickly enough to bash the ghost before the ghost bashes you.
Would love to hear suggestions on the game itself, and what rule sets and levels to apply to the game, so that story-tellers can just take it off the site and use it without having to research things up themselves.
Granted, it would be a game, played by story-bands, and not player-bands, but... it is still nice to find something like this, with all the parts ready to play.
Thanks in advance.
Glenn Hefley
Neisseria:Here's a brief idea I thought up, but it's a tad convoluted, so maybe someone else can refine it.
glennhefley:or that the ghost would only show up once a night?
glennhefley:I suddenly got the mental image-stream, from your last post, of five guys out there on the rocks, the waves coming in, each shouting "Iou!" to get a ghost to answer, and the ghosts answering some of the calls.
What? Respect for the dead? Listen tribal-spawn, I've been dead, and I had a chance to look around, and I didn't see a whole lot of respecting going on out there in the drainpipe of the over-world. What I saw was the Big Flush. My father was killed by these fucking Iou's and I didn't see any respect coming off them either, so don't be telling me about the good and the bad, or your Ghosting Way bullshit Cochise. Good and evil, right and wrong in the spirit world? Buddy that's where I live, all you have is the fucking map! Besides, it ain't like we are hurting these murderous pricks. They ain't got no conscious any more, not like we think about it any way. Hell, these things are little more than May flies, just born to screw and die, only the Iou's got it all messed up, they kill and stay dead. They're so screwed, drifting out there in the deep, no light, no hope, no nothing. Just darkness and deep out there. How do you know they don't look forward to this beach party? Hell, they keep showing up for it! Every damn Friday night the Iou's are out there, hoping to be the one to crack-a-neck this week. Yeah well a lot of weird shit happens in Maine, ya know? Or haven't you read any Stephen King novels. Hell we got Cujos, and ladies mad as hatters, and hell -- we got the devil himself walking around at least twice a year -- opening up curio shops. We got lots of weird, ass, scary stuff, and you are worried about a little fun with some piss-ant phantoms who are nothing more than plasma pop-a-moles? Shit man, I'd tell you that you should find a better way to spend your time, but then, look what we're doing on a Friday night eh? It's bullshit! Yeah its weird, and a bit dangerous, but hell, you get right down to the brass-tacks with it , and it's just lame ol' pop-a-mole, that's all it is. You want to protect the Iou's, fine, you take its place. Your ghost against Rich's, Ghost vs Ghost, to The Blood. We ain't into the killing thing see?, we've all had enough of that shit to last our lifetimes.
What? Respect for the dead? Listen tribal-spawn, I've been dead, and I had a chance to look around, and I didn't see a whole lot of respecting going on out there in the drainpipe of the over-world. What I saw was the Big Flush.
My father was killed by these fucking Iou's and I didn't see any respect coming off them either, so don't be telling me about the good and the bad, or your Ghosting Way bullshit Cochise.
Good and evil, right and wrong in the spirit world? Buddy that's where I live, all you have is the fucking map!
Besides, it ain't like we are hurting these murderous pricks. They ain't got no conscious any more, not like we think about it any way. Hell, these things are little more than May flies, just born to screw and die, only the Iou's got it all messed up, they kill and stay dead.
They're so screwed, drifting out there in the deep, no light, no hope, no nothing. Just darkness and deep out there. How do you know they don't look forward to this beach party? Hell, they keep showing up for it! Every damn Friday night the Iou's are out there, hoping to be the one to crack-a-neck this week.
Yeah well a lot of weird shit happens in Maine, ya know? Or haven't you read any Stephen King novels. Hell we got Cujos, and ladies mad as hatters, and hell -- we got the devil himself walking around at least twice a year -- opening up curio shops.
We got lots of weird, ass, scary stuff, and you are worried about a little fun with some piss-ant phantoms who are nothing more than plasma pop-a-moles? Shit man, I'd tell you that you should find a better way to spend your time, but then, look what we're doing on a Friday night eh? It's bullshit! Yeah its weird, and a bit dangerous, but hell, you get right down to the brass-tacks with it , and it's just lame ol' pop-a-mole, that's all it is.
You want to protect the Iou's, fine, you take its place. Your ghost against Rich's, Ghost vs Ghost, to The Blood. We ain't into the killing thing see?, we've all had enough of that shit to last our lifetimes.
Neisseria: I'm surprised there aren't many comments from other people in this thread by now...