>>13332959
Souls of various mundane and supernatural creatures(Vampire souls are the most expensive,)

Sphinx Tongue

Vitae

Tass

A book of fairytales handed down through 7 generations

A piece of the gentry(fur,finger, a gear, etc....)

A web made of lies(not sure if it would be expensive or not)

A noose that hung an innocent man(Yet again I'm not sure about it's price would fit in with everything else)

The hide of a Nemean creature.

A goblin fruit that makes the user unable to be deceitful.*

One dot in an at character creation only merit.

A Wyrdstalker*

A contract with Death

A spirit of any variety( Spirits of emotion will be highly sought after if known about)

The information to create Wyrdstalkers.

A goblin fruit that can be used to make a dose of toxin*

The sorrow of a man or woman who is the last of their bloodline.

The players identity

A Werewolf's fetish.

A Mage's focus

A Pandoran

An animal pelt used to aid a shape changer.

Top Secret information(Nuke launch codes, what's in Area 51, a secret path into a gentry's domain,etc....)

My suggestions for OP:
>the best ten minutes of a young man's life
>the last five breaths of six men convicted of the same crime
>two pumpkins made from the world's strongest, fiercest lovers
>a box filled with hope, which when opened, releases the character's worst enemy from imprisonment, jail, Hell, death, whatever - hope is neutral, and nobody said it was *your* hope.

Wyrdstalker

Description: When Inactive it resembles a head of dark green lettuce. When activated it unfurls to resemble a leafy sting ray with no eyes or mouth. The tail and edges of the "wings" are bristling with thorns;similar to that from the hedge. They're covered in a fast-acting paralytic toxin.

Background: The first Wyrdstalker was created some time ago by a Wizend. What he used them for is unknown although it's safe to say his intentions weren't benign. The knowledge to create them was traded to a hob. The knowledge hopped around being used to pay debts and large favors amongst the hobs and other denizens of the goblin markets. It is now in the possession of a hob who claims he would never sell such knowledge but he will gladly give you a wyrdstalker for whatever dark deeds you need done.
They are activated by smearing some of the buyers blood on it. Once activated the user must present something of the hunted(hair, blood, fingernail, a memory of the targets,etc....) within an hour, if not done the Wyrdstalker will turn on the one who activated it, attacking the only Wyrd signature it knows. Once it finds it's target it tries to poison the target by swooping in and scrapping the target with it's thorns. Once the target becomes paralyzed, it latches on to the targets face and smothers them. After killing it's target it turns into random junk and debris.

>>13332996
Thanks for adding.

>>13333031
Storytelling hints: The hob holding the information to create these may be persuaded by a savvy Changeling to part with this information for a hefty price. It is whispered that there is a way to change the target supernatural of the Wyrdstalker. The process to make a Wyrdstalker must be changed. A normal batch is created buy infusing a seed with an entire glamour pools worth of glamour. This makes a batch of six and makes it seek out Changelings. Replace Glamour with any of the other supernaturals fuel for powers and it makes them seek out that kind of supernatural.

A Wyrdstalkers stats depend on fhe individual it hunts. It's stats are usually at the least one higher than the targets. It gains a relatively large bonus to grappling.

I'm horrible at naming things so these goblin fruits don't have one. Maybe you guys could find a suitable name for them?

It is found deep in the hedge, only on the path that is taken by a gentry sporadically through the year. The plants spring into bloom and ripen within hours of that gentry's wake. They only last a day before rotting on the trail. If picked they last for a week. The fruit can be used to make a brew(3 doses per fruit,) The brew makes it impossible for the drinker to be deceitful to the brewer for a month and a day. The drink is made by boiling the fruits juices with glamour infused flesh(2 lethal damage and 5 points of glamour,)

>>13333081
This goblin fruit is found deep in caves. It's skin is the same color and texture of a rock. It can be juiced to create a posion that kills quickly and speeds of the decaying process. One day of rotting is equal to a year. Finding one of these is an extended action and requires a large amount of successes to determine goblin fruit from rock.

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Changeling_Homebrew_Hedge_Bounty

Lamp oil, rope, bombs, bombs, bombs, bombs, bombs, bombs...

One of the gentry I created while in the Christmas mood.

Mr. Kringle
A red suit with white trim covers the gentry's expansive gut. He's practically bulging out of the suit with his girth moving around occasionally as if his fat was alive. A slight blue tent infuses the bits of skin not covered. His fingers are tipped with nails of ice, his beard and hair made up of a wet mass of tentacles that twitch and writhe every so often. His irises are a vivid orange and red against his black as night eyes, bringing the feeling of a cozy fire in a dark night. His boots leave a sooty trail everywhere he goes, The sack he carries is is a hedge-woven sack that's been patched 100s of times and the draw string is made from a vine taken from the hedge. Every so often a light bulge appears on the surface of the bag as if something was struggling inside. He has a mouth full of multiple rows of shark-like teeth. The temperature drops at least 20 or 30 degrees in his presence.

Mr. Kringle can only come to Earth on Christmas Eve. One hour after dusk to one hour before Dawn.

Bane: Crucifix made of Silver and Gold-Deals aggravated damage
Taboo:Cannot enter a house burning a yule log.

Contracts of Separation 5
Contracts of Stone 5
Contracts of Eternal Winter 5

Binding Skin
Lyrical Voice
Somnolent Perfume

>>13333096
Thanks for the link.

- A fist-sized piece of Jupiter's core.
- An immovable object
- A small soft gray rubber ball. No matter how hard it is thrown against any object, it will not bounce.
- A dog-eared book, about five inches by ten and an inch thick. On its dirt-stained cover are the words "INSTRUCTION MANUAL" in large, black boldface print. The mysteriously pristine white pages within are utterly blank.
- A large diagram purporting to be the only accurate map of Livingston, Scotland.
- Three seashells. You have no idea how to use them.
- A small, cuddly teddy bear. When you pick it up to give it a hug, it hugs you back.
- A 20-page paperback book entitled "101 Things to Avoid Thinking About."
- A skeleton lock; any key in the world will open it.

Some from a previous campaign arc I ran....

>Lover's Quarrel
Longbow arrow sheaf which can temporarily induce a state of rage (but do not inflict any physical damage) between two targets struck within the same measured area (measured by the furthest point where two drops of blood from the operator land; if they're within a few meters, the distance between targets must remain within that limit; if they're placed on cars speeding in opposite direction, its likely going to widen considerably). Last for as long as the operator can continue to speak aloud the phrases which personify love as he knows it. At the end of the effect, the arrows turn to ashes and blow away in the wind.

Lockerbie Rocks
26-lb. stones, normal granite by appearance, which cause air disasters. Taken from the scene of the Lockerbie explosion by one of the unlisted passengers, who survived through some form of massively unsavory behavior. Its a one-shot trick, and may backfire, if the user moves more than 100' from where they buy the stones; every foot moved away from that causes any and all stones purchased, traded, exchanged or gained in some other fashion, to increase their core temperature by 1 degree Celsius. If you move 300 feet in one round, 300 degree increase. To use, you must speak aloud the benediction of the dead of your chosen faith, or the faith of the pilot, in the audible vicinity of the stone(s). You may use a radio, cellphone or supernatural means to do so.

>>13333119
What in the flying fuck are you going to need rope for?

>>13333081
Difficulty: 6 dots
Rarity: 4 dots
Quantity:4 dots

>>13333141
These are a bunch of trifles I have lying around in a crate somewhere, btw.

- An untearable, unburnable, and generally invincible sheet of 8&1/2 by 11 inch paper.
- A cesium shortsword of the type used in ancient Cesia.
- An odd sense of deja vu. It passes.
- A paperback novel entitled "The Worst Book in the World!" It's right. Not even the part about the fish is interesting.
- A set of panpipes made out of plutonium.
- A glass full of bellybutton lint and red peppers.
- A fur sink.

So is this the place to post my mashup of X-Com and Evangelion?

>>13333081
"Truth in Passing"

>>13333091
"Blood of the Turnip"

>>13333091
Difficulty:3 dots.
Rarity:1 dot
Quantity: 2 dots.

>>13333166
What movie is this from?

>>13333200
Go ahead. All homebrew welcome.

>>13333213

>>13333203
I like. I'll be keeping those names.

>>13333234
Thanks, I seen it when it came out but forgot all about it, downloadan now

>>13333251
Don't watch the second one.
It's 25~35% good times.
The rest is midichlorian-scale disappointment, wadded up and jammed down your throat.

>>13333277
Damn, well I guess most sequels do turn out to be shit

>>13333178
>Not even the part about the fish is interesting.
I lol'd.

First time writefagging, chances are it won't be good and if it's not sorry for shitting up the thread.

Little Billy awoke with a start, looking around for a moment to see what had awoken him. Seeing nothing was amiss he turned over letting sleeps embrace take him. Billy's eyes snapped open as he heard a noise from downstairs, someone was near the christmas tree. If he listened carefully he could hear the soft murmur of the pine needles brushing against clothes. Billy shot all the way under the covers, his pokemon sheets creating an impenetrable bastion to all the things that go bump in the night. While he sat under his covers with thoughts of monsters racing through his mind a new thought wormed it's way into his head as he listened closer. It was no monster, probably just someone stealing his family's christmas presents. This thought was no less scary and kept Billy rooted to the spot. Then he heard a jingle float it's way up stairs.
Eyes wide in realization,Billy sprung from his bed and bolted out his door at top speed. Halfway down the hall he remembered his mother telling him that he'd get no presents if santa saw him, for who else could be down the stairs under the chirstmas tree wearing bells? He slowed down to a creep hoping he hadn't made a racket and scared santa away or woke up his parents or brother. He crept down the stairs, the temperature dropping noticeably. Goosebumps had broken out on his flesh and his breath was coming out as a fog as he got to the last step of the staircase.

That's horrible the text doesn't indent write.

>>13333339
Standing there with his back turned to Billy was Santa Claus. Billy couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him. He was nearly as tall as the tree and he was horribly obese, Billy could swear the bulges of fat would move sometime. Santa perked up at the intake of breath and sat something down in front of the chirstmas tree that, from what Billy could see, was a life sized doll made of old junk. As Santa looked down at Billy, Billy couldn't help but feel the strong sensation to run as fast as he could. Billy assumed this is what a fly felt like in a spiders web, those piercing red and orange eyes burrowing into Billy's very soul.
Billy knew now this wasn't Santa but most likely the Grinch. The imposter's skin wasn't green but it sure didn't look anything like the pictures Billy had seen of Santa. Now Billy was sure the Grinch's fat was moving around underneath that suit. With a wink and a nod the Grinch waled across the front room toward the dining room, leaving a trail of soot and whatever was dripping from his hair in his wake. Billy was amazed to see his kitchen wasn't there anymore;it was replaced by a room full of thick brambles and a path leading deep into it. Before the Grinch let he turned and looked at Billy, put his finger to his lips to indicate silence, and with a voice that shook Billy's very bones laughed,"HO HO HO."
The Grinch walked into the brambles and not long after Billy's kitchen was back in it's usual place. As Billy stood there deciding weather he should run and sleep in his parents room tonight he suddenly felt so tired he fell asleep right there on the floor. The last thing Billy saw before he was woke up in the morning was the life sized junk doll. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered why it looked an awful lot like his brother.

>>13333373
When Billy opened his eyes, it was morning. His mother was standing over him with a huge Christmas present,"Look what Santa brought you!" Billy shivered as he remembered the events of last night. He looked around for that doll the Grinch had left but could find it nowhere. Just as Billy gave up his search;his brother came walking down the stairs. Billy noticed something off about his brother,he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was the dull look in his eyes or the way he acted a little morosely as he opened the presents as if every gift was a let down. Billy's brother always loved all his gifts but he was even treating the ones he had been so excited about like they were nothing but garbage. The oddness of his brother brought back last nights memories again and Billy shivered.

>>13333302
Honestly, I'd endorse Machete if you still need more murderin' after BS. It's not by any means a good film, but it is a great movie.

I guess I've derailed this thread a little, let's see if I can come up with anything.

The King's Dagger - Just wipe him off. Look, I'll give it to you for free, don't mind the guards yelling behind me there...

Wrinklefuit - They look like they've been out in the sun a few centuries too long. Eat one and you'll look that way too, 'til the sun rises next - but your bones'll creak for a few days yet.

The Faithful Boot - I guarantee you won't lose this little fella. No laces, either, so it can't come untied! The hammer - well how else am I gonna get the nails into you? Now hold still!

>>13333216
Okay, thanks. Unnecessary Backstory is as follows:

Aliens are real. To be specific, the Grays are real. Long ago they had a civil war between the "soldiers" and the "scientists." Knowing they would lose, the "scientists" packed up and ran in a bigass ship, taking lots of valuable things with them. This Mothership escaped, traveled around the galaxy for a while and crashed into Earth around when dinosaurs were doing well.

Millions of years later, the descendants of the victorious Grays are looking for the Mothership. Their civilization is in decline; reliant on cloning they're slowly dying of stagnation. Being warriors, innovation is hard to come by. By recovering the Mothership and its treasures, they hope to enter a new Golden Age.

Humans were unaware of all this until two events. First, Roswell, when a Gray scout's crash landing alerted us to aliens' existence; through studying the ship we learned of the Mothership's existence and later its location. Or, well, pieces of the Mothership. Not all of the ship's sections have been found. And they're scattered across the globe, thanks to that crash and plate tectonics.
Second, the Grays eventually caught the scout's last transmission, suggesting it had discovered the location of the Mothership here. They showed up and weren't prepared for their cautious forays being met by a protoX-Com.

Beard of Disguise - Price negotiable, functions for females only.

>>13333403
The Grays responded by sending down the first of the Warforms. What are those? Mindless bioengineered killing machines, telepathically controlled by a Gray.

Humans, who had already learned pieces of Gray tech from Roswell and the Mothership, responded by reverse-engineering their own Warforms, using experimental psi-boosting tech to overcome humanity's lack of psychic potential.

And from there, things have stalemated. The Grays send down raiding parties, Humans respond with their own forces, neither side willing or able to go farther.

>>13333403
You have my attention.

>>13333455
And that's the basic set-up. The Grays are like the ones in X-Com, cloned fighters. The difference is they have several "castes" of specialized varieties, from the human-like Warriors (think Mutons), the giant, stealthy Slendermen and misshapen, massively psychic Dreamers.

Warforms are like Evangelions from AdEva, except much smaller (think elephant-sized at most) and controlled remotely from the battlefield's edge.

PCs might be Warform controllers, or soldiers like the guys in X-com or maybe a group of the two.

System-wise, probably some kind of hack of Eclipse Phase. Haven't gotten that far yet though.

>>13333455
Are the bioengineered war machines all the same or are their forms related to their function?

I have never played X-com but this sounds like it could be worth playing.

>>13333505
They're grown from one of several selections of genetic stock. My notes are kind of vague on this part, but they're sorted into Robust and Gracile categories, then classified by vague names like Bruiser, Lurker, Shrieker, Blob.

There's no difference between two Bruisers beyond post-decanting modifications, but a Bruiser and a Lurker are two wholly separate species.

>>13333558
Do you humans have slightly better weaponry due to having access to some of the technology from the mothership?

>>13333637
Not sure yet. If its an advantage, its limited by virtue of still not understanding more than a fraction of what we have of the Mothership (they had the pieces to make WFs for a while, but not until the Grays used them did they understand it), most of the Mothership being missing still and its cargo was largely not for war, but perpetuation of the Gray species.

What Humans have an advantage in is greater innovation and less limited resources. The Grays can't throw too much at Earth for fear of losing too much; cloning fails more often than it succeeds now. And their scientists are tinkered average non-soldier Grays that are nowhere near the actual scientist caste.

Canabalistic desert-dwelling gnomes. They have a favored class of Barbarian. I gave them a +2 to con. and a -2 to Int. rather than their normal stats.

>>13333819
A sub-race of tree dwelling jungle halflings. They gained that feat that allows you to fight with more than two limbs for free and bonuses to climb ad escape artist checks.

bump for more homebrew

No more homebrew?

A Dream Journal that is updated every time it's owner wakes.

An old pilot's life-saving bomber jacket, still in immaculate condition, it doesn't work unless you put a photo of a friend or family member in it.

God help you if you've been unfaithful.

What would the use of Mirror-Boxes actually DO in Hunter?

Particularly if two Null Mysteriis members who are inside of two seperate boxes, trying to settle a score with each other?

btw:A mirror box is a enclosed chamber/partition where a person goes to spend an hour surrounded by his own reflection just to see the trippy effect it causes.

Recently I read a pretty good copypasta about them.

Whatever happens, do it to the Open Minder.

Because he WANTS for something to happen