Tom

Garnicht. Nein im Ernst wir spielen gerade Berlin durch, danach wohl Kerkerwelten und einen Ausflug an die Nordsee werden wir auch unternehmen.Kleine Völker spielen wir dann mit anderen Charakteren. So haben wir quasi zwei Spielrunden parallel.

Heut ging es auch wieder wunderbar mit dem Download.

Ich konnte es auch noch nicht downloaden. Ging mir beim vorletzten Anduin auch so. Das Abenteuer klingt aber recht interessant, werd also morgen vom Büro aus einen neuen Versuch starten.

Nö von Lehrgängen hab ich über die Feiertage genug.

Ist mir nicht bekannt, aber es gab mal ein Buch über die englische Mythos Version. Mu? mal auf dem Speicher nachschaun wo das ist.

@Aljoscha, nein ich modelliere nicht und arbeite auch nicht mit Ton oder ähnlichem. Bei sowas hab ich grundsätzlich zwei linke Hände aber wir haben einen recht geschickten Bastler in der Runde und für Cthulhu Live gibt es immer Props die anfallen. Da ist es ganz nützlich zu wissen was es so an Modelliermasse auf dem Markt gibt.

Ich hab noch einige von Kostjas Arbeiten hier die er für das Quiz gestiftet hat. Die werd ich abfotografieren und endlich ins Netz stellen.

?h und wo kriegt man die Knetmasse?

Das Buch von Thekla Zachrau ist auch nicht sonderlich prickelnd oder aussagekräftig und auch schon seit längerem nicht mehr erhältlich. Sollte es doch jemand in seiner Sammlung haben möge er es mir verkaufen. Ich bin aus rein sammlerischen Gründen daran interessiert.

Ergänzend zu diesem Thread Houellebecq "Angesichts des Stellenwertes, den Michel Houellbecq im Literaturdiskurs Deutschlands derzeit hat, seines Bestsellerstatus, darf man annehmen, dass dieses Büchlein, dessen Verdienste mehr in der Eloquenz seiner Rhetorik als in der Tiefe der Analyse liegen, viele Leser erst auf Lovecraft aufmerksam machen wird, die sonst von der Existenz eines solchen Schriftstellers nichts geahnt hätten oder sich gewiss nicht für ihn interessiert hätten. Gegen die Welt, gegen das Leben ist eine überzeugende Werbeschrift für Lovecraft. Quelle: Franz Rottensteiner in Quarber Merkur 95/96

Um mal wieder zur anfänglichen Frage zurückzukehren, Lovecraft schrieb über das Christentum: [...] In the latter stages of decay Christianity undoubtedly did harm through its exaltation of softness, justice and universal brotherhood, and its demand for the renunciation of earthly ties and loyalities. [...] Rome would never had adopted this mawkish slave religion if it had not begun to aquire the soft slave - mind and the subtile slave - religion of human equality. [...] Itself decadent, it had begun to demand something like the slavefaiths and mystically consolatory cults of the long decadent East.

und etwas abgewandelt: 'Twas the night before Chthulhu-mas, and all through the dungeon Not a creature was stirring, Not even a deep one. The altars were built by the oven with care, In hopes that Cthulhu soon would be there. The cultists were nestled all snug in their holes, while nightmares of lost R'lyeh tortured their souls And Curwin in his kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap - When up in the morgue there arose such a clatter I sprang from my coffin to see what was the matter. The moon on the breast of the newly spawned mi-go Gave the luster of pale death to objects below. When what sight to my wondering eyes should bring but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny squidling. With a cephalapod driver so slimy and blue, we knew in a moment it must be Cthulhu! More rapid than Elders his spawn as they came, and he squealed and screeched and called them by name. "Now, Basher! now, Rancid! now, Cancer and Xixen! On, Vomit! on, Putrid! on, Spawner and Blitzen! - To the end of the earth, spread your horror and fright, do it quickly and well or no man-flesh tonight!" As Byakees that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, So up to the graveyard the squidlings they crawled, With a sleigh full of bodies - All oiled and shaved bald And then, in a twinkling, as we witnessed this spectacle, we heard the slithering and sucking of each tiny tentacle. As I witnessed these sights that nearly drove me insane, slithering out from the oven, dread Cthulhu came. He was covered all in slime in his eye an evil wink, And his tentacles all covered with ashes and ink. A bundle of corpses he had flung on his back, And he looked like Hell's Peddler just opening his pack. His scales, how they glistened! his eyes, how fiery! His cheeks were all rotten his nose gray and hairy; His cavernous mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the blood on his chin had an unholy glow. The stump of a leg he held tight in his teeth, And the blood, it encircled his beak like a wreath. He had a broad face and a big moldy belly That shook, when he laughed, like a boat full of jelly. He was laughing and screeching - a right jolly old squid: And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my dread; A wink of an eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know we would soon all be dead. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, disemboweling the cadavers and wrenching their necks with a jerk. Then, curling his tentacles In a gruesome pose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He metamorphosed in his sleigh, to his spawn gave a shriek, And away they all flew with an ungodly reek. But I heard him exclaim, a last dreadful warning, "Merry Cthulhu-mas to all, for you'll be dead before morning!"

Hier ich will auch noch mitkommen. Hoffentlich bin ich nicht schon zu spät dran.

Mit dem Feedback fühle ich mich angesprochen und versuche im Neuen Jahr endlich mal die Abenteuer mit meiner Gruppe zu leiten. Im übrigen hoffe ich das das neue Auto besser funktioniert als das Alte und das mit dem Rauchen aufhören ist sehr begrü?enswert.

Das klingt interessant, nur schade das Wagenheber bei uns umgekommen ist.

@Agent Scott, keine Ahnung was da gefehlt hat. Jedenfalls soll die jetzige im Festa Verlag erschienene Biographie die umfangreichste und vollständigste sein. Abgesehen von der Joshi. Die sollten sie beim Festa Verlag mal übersetzen.

Die vollständige Version derer die vor vielen Jahren im Suhrkamp Verlag unvollständig erschienen ist.

Die ungekürzte Version derer die vor vielen Jahren im Suhrkamp Verlag erschienen ist.

Oh Mist hab ich vergessen.

Habs dir grad per Mail geschickt, hoffe mal das ich schneller als Gemüse war.

Ey die dritte die mir ein gewisser Herr hier aus dem Forum vor der Nase weggeschnappt hat. Ups das hatten wir ja schonmal.

@Avatar, nö ich bin kein Poet das hab ich per Mail bekommen und auf der Strange Aeon Mailingliste dürfte es auch in Umlauf sein. Ich hab es einfach nur hier reingestellt weil ich es passend fand.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the train Not a creature was stirring, save Blackadder in pain. The shotguns were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Cthulhu soon would be there. The investigators were nestled all snug in their bunks, Arm, chest and leg packed away safely in trunks. And Betty in her kerchief, and Higgins in his cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap - When out in the lounge there arose such a clatter We all sprang from our beds to see what was the matter. Reggie tripped over Baldrick with his usual panache, Tommy fell onto William who threw up in the trash. Blackadder burst into the room and started to shout, fell over the trunk and knocked himself out. When what sight to our wondering eyes should bring but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny squidling. With a cephalapod driver so slimey and blue, we knew in a moment it must be Cthulhu! More rapid than Elders his spawn as they came, and he squealed and screeched and called them by name. "Now, Basher! now, Rancid! now, Cancer and Xixen! On, Vomit! on, Putrid! on, Spawner and Blitzen! - To the end of the train, spread your horror and fright, do it quickly and well or no manflesh tonight!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, So down to the train the squidlings they oozed, With a sleigh full of Deep Ones - all part of the ruse. And then, in a twinkling, as we witnessed this spectacle, we heard the slithering and sucking of each tiny tentacle. As Blackadder sat up and William gave a huge belch Down the chimney Cthulhu came with a squelch: He was covered all in slime in his eye an evil wink, And his tentacles all covered with ashes and ink. A bundle of lawn gnomes he had flung on his back, And he looked like Hell's Peddler just opening his sack. His scales, how they glistened! his eyes, how merry! His cheeks were all rotten his nose grey and hairy; His cavernous mouth was draw up like a bow, and the blood on his chin had an unholy glow. The stump of a leg he held tight in his teeth, And the blood, it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a big moldy belly That shook, when he laughed, like a boat full of jelly. He was laughing and screeching - a right jolly old squid: And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my dread; A wink of an eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know we might soon all be dead. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings with the Lad, Lass and Turk. Then, curling a tentacle around Baldrick's nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He metamorphed in his sleigh, to his spawn gave a shriek, And away they all went with an ungodly reek. But I heard him exclaim, ere they oozed out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Happy Holidays to All!

Ich geb das mal so weiter: You'll find the pronunciation (MP3) of all major mythos names here : http://www.tentacules.net/toc/mythe/prononciation.php That's a french site.

Als alter Purist hab ich für beides gestimmt, Heft und Netz. Aber Frank hat schon irgendwo recht, die 10 Seiten kann man anderweitig viel sinnvoller nutzen. Wobei ich ja immer noch auf eine vierteljährliche Erscheinungsweise hoffe.