Re: [DL] hunting grounds

[Allan Seyberth <darious@darious.com>]

>>1.) When I remember right, time has no influence in the hunting grounds.
>>Does it mean you (and thus manitous) can affect people of every age (and
>>so making my campaign possible)?
>
>By my understanding, time *does* have meaning in the Hunting Grounds, 
>otherwise the pact of the Old Ones would be pretty meaningless, and as soon 
>as the Reckoners were freed, they would pour out in all times, rather than 
>just from 1863 onwards etc. So that kind of puts one stumbling block in your 
>way.

Right - time does have meaning in the Hunting Grounds, but instead of the
arrow of time that we have in the "real" world, time in the hunting grounds
is more like a very steep slope.  It's possible to go uphill (backwards),
but it's just dern tough to do so.  Both the perception and the actual
passage of time are also less then universally linear.  To stay in analogy,
some paths downhill go straight down while others meander back and forth,
and you can't see the path in front of you.

>>2.) Are there any dimensions (and worlds) other then Earth that could be
>>reached from the hunting grounds. E.g. any Fantasy-world imaginable, and
>>do manitous affect them in the same way as they do in our history (or
>>future)? I do not know what it`s about the Lost Colony setting so I
>>better ask.
>
>Don't see why not. This could also get around your original problem (see #1) 
>as well. There's no reason why you couldn't find multiple earth-clones from 
>the hunting grounds, each at a different stage in human history, so you can 
>have your Romans, your Steampunks, etc, all from different worlds.

Yup.  The whole Deadlands/White Wolf crossover dime novels are based in
this concept.

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Allan Seyberth
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