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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kabouter Games" data-source="post: 6719374" data-attributes="member: 6788812">This is something which has struck me. [NB: I've skipped three or four pages of thread between a post which also brought up HP-as-abstract, so if this has been addressed, forgive me.]It appears that the butt-hurt over a Warlord's healing is tied up with it being non-magical. I think that misses the point of HP in the first place, because I don't think HP are merely an aggregate of wounds received. When you go from 100 to 80 HP, it's not necessarily from stab wounds. In fact, if you as a GM specify wounds in battle description you end up painting yourself into the game-mechanics corner verily described in the folderol surrounding Warlord non-magical healing. To surmount that does not require a redefinition of the class. If requires a redefinition of what some people think HP mean.I prefer to view HP as a numerical gauge of stamina in the fight. (Having a HEMA background greatly informs this, so bear with me.) In a fight, yes, you get knocked around. But really, what it does is wear you down. A fight engages every fiber of your being, causing physical tiring, as well as 100% of your attention. Both of those are difficult to maintain. When you tire, the more likely your guard slips; if your guard slips, your enemy will exploit your mistake and run you through (reduces you to 0 HP). I prefer to view the HP total as 100% of the PC's available stamina.That's why regaining HP during rests is a perfectly understandable idea to me. It's also why I have zero problem with a Warlord inspiring greater exertion from allies whose store of fight stamina might be waning. Has nobody ever heard Henry V's speech at Harfleur?  Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall up with our English dead.In peace there's nothing so becomes a manAs modest stillness and humility:But when the blast of war blows in our ears,Then imitate the action of the tiger;Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;Let pry through the portage of the headLike the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm itAs fearfully as doth a galled rockO'erhang and jutty his confounded base,Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,Hold hard the breath and bend up every spiritTo his full height. On, on, you noblest English.Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,Have in these parts from morn till even foughtAnd sheathed their swords for lack of argument:Dishonour not your mothers; now attestThat those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.Be copy now to men of grosser blood,And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,Whose limbs were made in England, show us hereThe mettle of your pasture; let us swearThat you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;For there is none of you so mean and base,That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:Follow your spirit, and upon this chargeCry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'I just regained 2d6+CON copying and pasting that. I want to go slaughter Frenchmen. And I'm an out-of-shape, middle-aged bloke who hasn't picked up a sword in 4 years, who has nothing against the French - indeed, who really likes a nice brioche and butter at a Parisian cafe of a morning - and isn't even English.See what I mean?</blockquote>

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