From: hillyard@CS.ColoState.EDU (kevin paul hillyard)
Subject: Re: Role Playing, anyone?
Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 23:38:12 GMT
Organization: Colorado State University, Computer Science Department

	On the subject of Role Playing, has anyone out there ever heard of the 
game Chill?
	It was originaly produced by Pacesetter about 10(?) years ago, but must
not have done too well, beacuse it disappeared... Well, thankfull, Mayfair
bought the the rights to the game, and about three years ago, it was re-
released... IMHO, it's a great game hindered by a lack of strong support on
Mayfairs part...
	The real reason I am posting this ( I know, get on with it... ) is to
mention a supplement released by Mayfair for the game entitled Lycantharopes...
Even though it is a game supplement, it's great reading even if you don't play
the game.. It contains a chapter on the Werewolf in folklore, and complete
descriptions and explanations of five types of Lycanthropes that can be used
in Chill:  Lycanthropic Disorder, Infective Lycanthropy, Inherent Lycanthropy,
Magical Lycanthropy, and Astral Lycanthropy.  It also has a section on Wolfen,
based on (and a tribute to) Whitley Streiber's novel.
	I don't think it cost me more than $10, and I would recommend it to
anyone interested in Werewolfs...
	If anyone would like Mayfairs telephone number, e-mail me and I can
set you up with it...

	Here's a little piece found in the introduction to the book, The Dream
of the Wolf:

	Lay me down to sleep's soft slumber, to dream of death, darkness, and 
deepest desire.  For I am the dreamer of night's lost longing, for I am the
Sleeper...
	Through mists of curling slender fingers I walk.  Caressing claws rake
my facem the cold burning into my flesh, drawing streaks of black blood in the
moonlight under a clouded, Gothic moon.  Naked and alone, I tread the ancient
pathway, little traveled and overgrown with thorny thickets.  I pass by and yet
make no sound, no trace, no track.
	Silent and still, the yearing tress reach skyward, spindly branches
pointing my way.  Destiny lies ahead through the darking forest of lost 
memories.  Into the thicket of man's lost knowledge I go.  No care have I, no
regrest to hold me back, only an unquenchable curiosity, and fear-- yes, I have
fear with me on this night-- this night of the fullest, brightest moon.  Luna
watches over me tonight.  I feel her power bathing me in silvery beams.  She
engulfs me.
	The howl echoes across the wooded landscape, filling my ears with it's
primal bayting, its desperation, its hunger and power.  I hear it move through
the tress not far away; carried on the wind, the howl gently fades and dies.
Frozen and unmoving, I wait, ears searching, eyes squinting through the mist.
Hair on end, heart beating rapidly, blood pulsing round my body, adrenaline
surging through me... And the fear.  Still the fear is with me.
	I hold my breath and listen to the woodland; no sound save the 
insitent thumping of my heart.  I wait.  I hear nothing.  I move onward and
inward.
	Into the heart of the forest of the beast I go, unerring and 
unaccountable for my actions.  The wolf's lair is within, and I mean to embrace
this primeval creature of my soul, for I am, and surely man is, the darkest of
dangers and foulest of fiends.
	"Transform! Transform!"  The moon screams in my ears.  My body is
racked with pain, as spasms of power and quakes of desire surge within me.  I
am changing!  My naked body transmutes before my eyes.  Oh, the sweet pleasure
of the pain...
	I crouch in the tangled bushes beside the pathway I once trod.  My ears
are alive to every sound.  My eyes search the night, penetrating the darkness
of this world within and that without.  Hunched and coiled as tight as a spring,

I wait for prey, my mouth watering at the thought of blood-warm flesh.
	Here comes one such sacrifice.  A dreamer like myslef, walking lonley
and ignorant down the thorny, bloody path of that which was once called life...





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