Some of you asked, so I am posting the character concepts page from the TDAR book. I also very much recommend going to the Pinnacle download page, and getting the "Training Wheels" Character Sheet
and the Test Drive v6
. The Test Drive
only has about six or seven pages of actual rules. The Combat Survival Guide
can't hurt either.http://peginc.com/downloads.html
I hope that helps. I'll have paper copies of the books - Savage Worlds Explorer's Edition
and The Day After Raganarok
- on the days of our sessions. If anyone needs pregens or help, please post.
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Yes, yes, it’s a tragedy that the Nazis summoned
a monster from Norse myth and crushed 400
million people under it. But think what it means
for your studies! Magic is once more an open
book, and there’s nothing more important than
reading as much of it as possible.
So civilization is smashed. Small loss. It was
doomed anyway. Now, it’s time to find out how
a free man lives when the rest of the sheep die,
and measure your steel against fellow wolves…
and against worse things than men.
Where there is wreckage, there is a need for
rebuilding. You can throw bridges across rivers,
or raise walls to protect those inside from the
Serpent’s monsters and Fimbulwinter’s cold
winds. First, dig trenches; then, make sure they
don’t become graves.
A world full of monsters is a world that needs
hunters. You kill ‘em for the Lord, or because
a demon got your dad in ‘46, or because smart
towns pay a fat bounty for every giant snake
head brought in.
You might be a pilot with a fast plane and a
few machine guns, or a tanker who got out of
Europe before the snake fell. Or you’re just a
bloke who spent the last five years of his life
learning war, and you’re hanged if you’ll stop
just when you were getting good at it. Loads of
targets around, whichever way you jump.
Just because the world stopped, doesn’t mean
the wheels stop moving. Whether the customer
wants to escape or rebuild or fight, he’ll need
oil to do it. Your job is to find that oil, and get it
away from your competitors, and sell it for hard
gold. And you’ll do your job if you have to drill it
out of the Serpent’s flank yourself.
When the world falls apart, who can blame
you for grabbing what you could get? Maybe
someone died, or maybe they just really want
their stuff back. Or maybe you didn’t do it at all,
and a military court didn’t want to hear about
your alibi. For whatever reason, you’re on the
run, and on the wrong side of the guys with
badges. Clear your name, or clear out of Dodge.
There’s a whole continent of stuff out there just
waiting to be found! Cars that might still run,
food that might still be edible, art that someone
might still pay for. There’s steel just lying around
in building frames and railroad tracks, copper
for the taking in all those wires nobody’s calling,
gems and gold as close as the ruined jeweler’s.
Sure, there’s monsters and bandits out there. If
it were easy, everyone would do it.
The world fell apart, but somehow the oppressors
are still here. Your people deserve liberty — from
the Russians, or the British, or the Japanese, or
the French, or the Americans, or someone.
You aim to get it, by any means necessary.
The single most important event in the history
of mankind just happened. And it happened
where you can measure it. The Serpent redefines
physics; what’s inside it, and what came after it,
turns biology on its head. Understanding the
Serpentfall — shorn of superstitious nonsense—
is the key to saving humanity. And humanity
really needs saving, about now.
What does Stalin hide behind the Serpent
Curtain? What are the Japanese planning on
that strange island? Who’s behind all these
Serpent cults cropping up all over? And what
are your oh-so-precious allies — and your
bosses, come to think of it — really up to? You
have to find out what’s going on. After all, the
last time someone surprised your side, a giant
snake killed Europe.
You, my friend, are the thin line between
your loved home and utter chaos. Bandits,
monsters, and the fracking Japanese are still
out there somewhere, trying to kill you and
your buddies and that nice lady who sells food
to the base cheap. You’d better mount up, look
sharp, and keep your powder dry.