Tales from theSavage Worlds!
Tales of Action!
The blaster fire from the pirates’ position continued to pin down Cire Slokim, smuggler and pilot of the Stellar Drift, behind the crates of contraband that were piled haphazardly in short stacks across the landing bay from his worn, travel-weary starship in
docking bay #45. Behind him the Jedi Padawan, Semaj Nilsa brought his thrumming lightsaber back to the erect, guard position and deflected those blaster bolts which flashed passed the metal containers of the pair’s protective barrier.
"We’ve got to get across to the Drift before they use a thermal det-pack to open her up!" Cire shouted over his shoulder and the whine of the unceasing blaster fire. Behind him Semaj exhaled calmly.
"Entry into your ship isn’t their intension," the Jedi-in-training said. Semaj frowned, his attention clearly elsewhere and Cire let out a yelp as a blaster bolt singed the left sleeve of the padawan’s ceremonial robe.
"Stay alert!
This is too much fun for just me to handle!" Cire wailed over the confusion.
"We may be in trouble," Semaj responded "There is a strong disturbance in the Force and I fear..." A dark flashing blur dropped into the landing bay and covered the distance from the Drift to Cire in the space of a breath. The now familiar snap of a lightsaber igniting startled both the smuggler and the padawan, so much so that Semaj was unable to move to defend Cire as the dark figure swung its crimson energy blade and slashed the
handsome freighter pilot across his torso. Cire dropped his blaster pistol and clutched at his belly, blinding pain dropping him to his knees before he collapsed unconscious to the tarmac. Semaj, his sense of calm evaporating with the fall of his companion, finally broke his paralysis and summoned a wave of power through the Force with which to push their attacker away. The dark, hooded figure bent as the wave washed over it and then the figure turned to face Semaj. The figure’s face was a dark and ugly mass of scars and its targa-wolf’s grin did nothing to improve it’s looks.
"Yes, Jedi, you should fear me, and fear death. Let that fear drive your anger and surrender yourself to the Dark-side or you will die!" In reply Semaj brought his cyan-hued saber up to block a powerful strike by the Sith’s lightsaber.
Their eyes locked along with their blades. Semaj
pushed the dark figure's energy sword away with his own and
returned his lightsaber to the guard position.
"We shall see Sith-scum." Semaj
said as he returned his sinister attacker’s strike. . .
Tales of Adventure!
'Hammer' Hanson, an amateur boxing moniker that had followed Hanson into his career in the Unity Rangers, swung the service-issued survival machete again and again, trying to clear a path through the dense, lavender foliage of this alien world. Hammer paused, lowering the jungle knife and pulled the silver-gray service cap from his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his standard issue Rangers' navy-blue and silver-gray environment suit. Even the tough, space-age fabric of the tightly tailored e-suit was showing signs of wear from the eleven-mile crawl through the thorny, burr-infested purple plant growth. Thankfully, the planet, Canopus III by its human designation, rated a 'T' on the Goetzeler scale, meaning it was a 'terresteroid' world, much like Hammer's native Earth, with a breathable Oxygen-Nitrogen atmosphere, so his helmet and gloves were not required. Behind Hammer came the remaining members of his crew; the Mantid navigator Chree-tik-klik, the Rakashan back man Pr'rowa and Naomi Stotler, Ship's Engineer, all survivors of the Unity Scoutship Cochise. Six hot, labor intensive hours ago the Cochise had entered orbit around this verdant, overgrown planet. As the crew has set about the task that had brought them to this world – re-establishing contact with a missing archeological expedition – the Cochise suffered a series of mysterious and crippling explosions and fell from orbit. Following the crash and the burial of the dead Hammer got his remaining people moving, seeking the sheltered, shallow valley some two hundred miles to the northeast where the archeological team's camp was supposedly established. Hammer, having caught his breath, picked up the machete, ready to resume his struggle against the plant life, when a strange green ray, accompanied by an eerie warbling whine, shown forth out of the multi-hued, purple vegetation and struck the band of Rangers, and a numb, heavy feeling crept over Hammer and the others. As the last flicker of consciousness danced through his brain, Hammer thought he saw a sinuous, flowing alien form slide from the mauve colored foliage, its long, powerful tentacles writhing slowly before his face. . .
Tales of Horror!
Hida Tanaka of the Crab Clan squinted in the sullen heat and tried to mark the patrol's progress along the ridge, but it was hard to place. Even here, less than a day's travel into the treacherous and corrupt Shadowlands, the landscape shifted – subtly, but enough to throw off a man's sense of direction. The Hiruma scout, Honchu, moved steadily forward marking the patrol's path by some means known only to the tragic Hiruma family; their ancestral lands having been swallowed by this foul country. The two continued forward along the mountainous path under the swollen, reddish sun until the Hiruma signaled a stop. Tanaka's realized that the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. Drawing his katana the brawny, towering Hida stole up to where the Hiruma stood, quivering with tension. Honchu raised his hand as Tanaka started to speak, then the Hida heard it, the faint sound that his subconscious had been alerted to. A child was crying out, screaming in terror, somewhere in the steep valley below them. Tanaka started down into the valley, the wiry Honchu fast on his heels, and almost immediately the Hida's sandal-clad feet found a trail worn into the rock of the valley wall. A trail that lead down toward the sound of the terrified child. Two more bounding steps and Tanaka froze in his tracks on the treacherous path. Below him on the trail climbing slowly up from the valley, where below the child's screaming continued, were a dozen shambling forms. Their dead flesh was the color of river-bed clay, their rotten limbs carried them along at a slow, deliberate walk, their decayed faces hidden behind pallid, ivory masks, whose delicate features hid the putrescence of their grinning death's heads; the zombies came slowly, inexorably up the trail toward the horrified Crabs. In the distance below, from the direction the putrid undead abominations were shambling up from, the child, louder now, continued to scream. . .
What is Savage Worlds?
SAVAGE WORLDS is a new roleplaying game written by Shane Lacy Hensley, the author of the very popular Deadlands game. The simple but elegant core rules focus on action, and allow a game-master to run games in just about any genre where heroism can save the day. The core rules are designed to let a game-master craft new monsters, villains and scenarios quickly and without a lot of messy, time-consuming book-keeping.
In 2003 SAVAGE WORLDS won the Origins Award People's Choice for Best Game of the Year by an OVERWHELMING LANDSLIDE!
Get the TEST DRIVE rules below, or visit Great White Games' website!
Savage Worlds
Test Drive Rules
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MY CAMPAIGNS Listed below are my own settings & campaigns for the
