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Quoth the Raven The World’s Most Unofficial Ravenloft Netzine 1 Quoth the Raven: Issue 2 2 Quoth the Raven: Issue 2 A Wild Stab in the Mist Salutations If you are reading this, chances are that you have decided to download the second issue of Quoth the Raven, the world’s most unofficial Ravenloft netzine. The first issue was quite the learning experience for myself and the other editors, though we were still hoping to lean a little more than we did. There were a lot of questions floating out there, but not a lot of answers to be had. The community wasn’t shy to express dissatisfaction, but there was no clear voice concerning suggestions for the future. In a lot of ways, this second issue is another first. This issue is a second probing stab into the mists. We’ve made a few changes and we’re hoping to get a clear response from the audience. Readers from the first issue will note that the netzine has changed in format, but not in content. The three-column format is out and the typical two-column style is back in. Furthermore, the intro fiction has been abandoned for the most part. This is the first issue featuring Fan Fiction, which we hope will be a common occurrence. More importantly, the content is becoming much more focused to a particular theme. This issue includes the Shining Bay, a cluster of advanced domains, The March of Progress, an examination of cultural levels, and other material geared to an advanced cultural level. It is important for readers to know that this is the theme of this issue, not the theme for the entire magazine. In future there will be issues on other themes. For example, there are works in progress for an entirely medieval themed issue, as well as an issue based on the infamous Carnival. I would like to take this space to remind our readers that this magazine depends upon them for both content and for feedback. The editors of Quoth the Raven want to produce a useful product, but we need help to do that. Feel free to share with us your feelings about this magazine and make suggestions for the future. Tell us how you feel about the length of the magazine, the size of the articles, the themes or anything else. We can’t make this magazine better without your help. In any case, enjoy the issue and let’s all hope this second stab hits something. ScS. 3 Quoth the Raven: Issue 2 Quoth the Raven® Quoth the Raven is a registered trademark of The Fraternity of Shadows. Any unauthorized duplication of this document will result in a public burning. Ste. Ronges, Richemulot Chateau D’Penumbra Café Du Nuit [email protected] In no event is the Fraternity of Shadows liable for damages caused by the misuse of its products. 4 Quoth the Raven: Issue 2 Table of Contents Features The Rat 7 Growls in the Night 111 Original Fiction A Watcher in the Woods By Sean Poindexter By Stephen “ScS” Sutton The Shining Bay 13 Gregori Ambermist 113 Nosos, Paridon, and Timor Fruit from the Seed of Evil By Stephen “ScS” Sutton By Shane Glodoski From the Lab 41 Okraina 117 Diseases of Malus Sceleris As Cold as a Witche’s Heart By Stephen “ScS” Sutton By Dmitri Zorin Extraordinary Expertise 43 Masterwork Firearms Masque of the Red Death By Stephen “ScS” Sutton Crossroads of Gothic Earth 123 Whispers in the Dark 51 Mining the Demon Ore Blackpowder Magic By Stephen “ScS” Sutton By Stephen “ScS” Sutton Secrets and Sorcery 125 Children of the Night 53 The Brotherhood of Alchemy The Invisible Man By Stephen “ScS” Sutton By David “Jester” Gibson Knowledge is Power 129 The March of Progress 59 Science in Gothic Earth Cultural Levels in Ravenloft By Stephen “ScS” Sutton By Stephen “ScS” Sutton Tactics and Techniques 141 Character Development 87 Scientific Feats The Thrillseeker By Stephen “ScS” Sutton By Stephen “ScS” Sutton Perilous Pursuits 143 Dr. Rudolph van Richten 91 The Mad Scientist A hero through the Ages By Stephen “ScS” Sutton By David “Jester” Gibson Heinrich’s Curiosities 95 Van Richten’s Lost Arsenal Credits By David “Jester” Gibson Contributors 147 Corners of the Core 105 Editors 148 Missaconic Univeristy By Stephen “ScS” Sutton 5 Quoth the Raven: Issue 2 6 Quoth the Raven: Issue 2 The Rat Original Fan Fiction By Sean “The_God_Brain” Poindexter [email protected] It was raining when the rat woke up from his brief and fitful slumber. This wasn’t anything new, it always seemed to be raining, and when it wasn’t raining, a pale mist choked the horizon. The rat didn’t consider such things, the world only existed in so far as he could feel, see and smell. At that moment all he could feel was hunger, not an unusual sensation for a rodent…but he while he couldn’t see anything to eat, he could smell it. There were others about him, rats like him with mangy black fur and wiry, whip like tails. He didn’t bother them, and they didn’t bother him, but they were his competitors in this life. The rat twitched its nose to pick up the scent of what he could eat, and he found two trails. Following the first, the closest, he found he brethren swarming the soft swollen earth…the body of a black flyer had fallen here. The rat sat up on his haunches and licked his front toes, his way of keeping himself busy while he examined the scene. There were at least twenty of his siblings here, chewing on bits and pieces of the dead flyer. It was hardly worth his effort to fight past them for what was left, most of what he smelled was already being eaten. He nodded his head in frustration, then fell to all fours and scurried away before any of the others took notice of him. The rat took his time in finding the other scent. It was difficult for the rain; the musky stench of the earth and bits of past meals on his own coat distracted him. He took to compulsively licking his fur several times, having to consciously stop to focus on finding the scent again. When he found it, he would trample over the soggy weeds and grass until he lost it again, and then go through the frustrating procedure of finding it once more. In about an hour or so, as rats measure these things, he found himself in the tall weeds. The rat remembered why he didn’t go into the tall weeds, why there weren’t other rats here right now following this scent. The rat realized that he would have been better off fighting with his siblings for scraps of the flyer. It was too late now; the rat was in the hunter’s land. It was bad enough that the hunter came stalking the rats in their own home when it got bored or hungry, but to be so brazen as to actually go to the hunter…he shouldn’t have let his stomach control him so much. The rat realized he was licking his fur again, and he stopped abruptly in frustrations. Concentrate, he thought to himself, concentrate and you might live another night. The hunter wouldn’t expect any of us to come up here, so maybe there is a chance…then he smelled it again. Oh my…so much of it…so much stronger than before. He was close, so close to it…so close to a meal that was all for him. None of the other rats would dare crossing the hunter to get to it…at any other time he would have remembered what a rat looked like after the hunter finished with it, finished tearing its fur open with its shiny 7 Quoth the Raven: Issue 2 white teeth and claws the size of a rat’s leg…but tonight all he could think of was the scent of food. He was already on his way when he finally decided to go forth. The scent was vivid now, constant and unwavering. This seemed meant to be, he though…this was a meal he was supposed to have, even though it would likely be his last. He’d had a long life though; survived many things and he would likely survive this as well. Past the weeds he came to a gate. Lightening flashed and lit up the sky, and the rat recoiled as its sensitive ears twitched from the thunderclap that followed. In the brief flash of illumination, the rat saw a house past the gate, up a stone path at the top of a hill. He’d never journeyed this far into the land of the Hunter before, perhaps this was where the hunter lived? No, far too large for the Hunter, this was a home of the Giants. Was something the Giants had worthy of a rat to eat? The scent seemed to be saying yes, and when the pumping of his little heart lessened he scurried through the gate and into the yard. The scent took him behind some giant buildings, where the earth was muddy and wet again. In his entire racing about he hadn’t noticed that it had stopped raining, and the unearthly mist was rising up from the earth again. In the distance, towards the source of the mouth-watering scent, the rat now heard something that the rainfall had muffled before.