Banner Saga in the OSR

The Banner Saga is one of the most solidly-OSR video games out there, so in honor of its recent conclusion, here's all you might need to run it.

Class: Mender

Men and women who show aptitude in pulling upon the threads of creation are taken in by the order of Menders and sent out across the world to build and heal.

HD and Saves: As cleric
Weapons and Armor: Light armor and simple weapons

Mend: Menders may repair [level] damaged objects per day.

Herb Lore: Menders are trained in herb lore and healing arts.

A Welcome Sight: Menders gain +1 to reaction rolls among common folk

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Class: Valka

The highest and most powerful of the menders are the valka, who sit in council at Manaharr and watch the world unfold around them. Men of their number often go mad from minds over-driven.

HD: As cleric
Saves: As magic-user

Weapons and Armor: Light armor, simple weapons, spears

Herb Lore: Valka are trained in herb lore and healing arts.

Wielders of Power: Men or varl who would willingly and openly cross a valka are tremendously driven or immensely stupid. Wielders of political power are inclined to dislike your interference, and undermine accordingly. 

Loom-Mother's Gift: The valka are masters at pulling upon the threads that weave together creation. They may use their powers [level] times per day safely, as per VAM rules. Beyond this limit, they mus Save vs Magic or risk unraveling (roll on your favorite spell backfire table)

Valka begin with two powers on the following list, randomly rolled. Each time they level up, they may gain another (re-roll duplicates)

1. Mend  - Repair a damaged object or small structural damage.
2. Arc Lightning - Does 1d6 damage to target, 2d6 to adjacent target, 3d6 to the next, etc.
3. Troll Stones - Tears monoliths from the ground
4. Confusion - Enemy must pass save or attack its fellows this turn.
5. Inspiration - Target gains 1 reroll.
   
6. Ride the Lightning - Shoots forward in 50' straight line, automatic melee attack, then return.
   
7. Mend Flesh -  Heals target 1d6+lvl HP.
   
8. Breeze - Target may move double their speed for one turn.
   
9. Runic Gale - 10' circle grants all who step inside a +1 to all rolls their next turn.
   
10. Choose one

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Class: Varl

Horned giants created by the god Hadrborg; now a dying race, as no more will ever be made.

HD and Saves: As dwarf

Weapons and Armor:  

• Cannot use minor or small weapons
• Cannot wear heavy armor.
• To-hit as fighter.

Of Our Bones, the Hills: Varl add + 1 to their STR and CON modifiers.

Shoulders Most Broad: Varl may carry twice as much equipment before becoming encumbered. They may carry 2 Sacks during long-distance travel.

It's the Beard: Varl are all male, cannot reproduce, and show no interest in related fields.

Fear of Fire: A successful WIS save is required to come close to or interact with fire. Otherwise, varl will avoid it as a priority.

Canary; full name, Cainánóiridhe

Class: Horseborn

Half-man-half-horse beings from the southern plains of Dalalond. Their relationship with the northerners is strained, for the horseborn are responsible for the killing of all horses in the world. (Use Welsh for their names)

HD and Saves: as fighter

Weapons and Armor:  

• Can only wear light armor, specially made.
• Proficient in flails, spears, and lances.
• To-hit as fighter.

Freedom of Movement: Horseborn move and carry as ponies, being smaller than normal horses. They have no love for cities, buildings, and walls. Underground is right out.

Like a Kick in the Head: Horseborn may make a 1d8 melee attack to an adjacent enemy. On a hit, the target must make a successful Save vs Paralysis or be stunned for 1d3 turns.

Pins and Poisons: Horseborn may 1) tip their spears in poison (1d4 damage for 3 turns, does not stack) or 2) pin an enemy in position with a crippling shot (enemy reduced to 5 movement)

Couldn't confirm who made this :/

Class: Dredge

Created by a bitter and nameless god to wage war against the rest, the dredge are the silent hordes that come up from beneath the earth and down from the north wastes of Valkajokull.

HD and Saves: as fighter
Weapons and Armor:  See below. To-hit as fighter.

Stone Speech: Dredge speech is akin to the tones of a tuning fork. Menders may learn to understand their language, and may speak it with the aid of an appropriately-tuned staff. Dredge can understand the language of men and varl, but cannot speak it.

The Great Enemy: Men and varl (especially the latter) view you as an enemy. Hostility is guaranteed, violence likely.

Special Equipment:

• Armor: Dredge armor is an extension of their stony skin. They cannot wear any additional armor atop it, but may use shields. A dredge may elect to shatter their armor to absorb 1d12 damage from a single physical attack. They will take -2 to AC for each time the armor has been shattered, which cannot be repaired without the aid of a mender, stonesinger, or two days' work by a trained stonemason. Anyone adjacent to the dredge when armor is shattered takes d4 damage + 1 bleeding damage for d4 turns.
  
• Weapons: Dredge weapons are made of stone. On an attack roll of 1, the weapon will shatter, dealing d4 damage, + 1 bleeding damage for d4 turns.

Template: Choose one of the following archetypes.

Stoneguard

• AC as plate
• Carries a shield and warhammer (d10)
• Can wield great weapons in one hand.

Slinger

• AC as chain
• Sling does 1d6 damage.
• Shatterstones (explode on the next turn, 1d6 to adjacent enemies, d6 ammo die) 
• For -2 penalty to hit, can stun enemy for 1 turn with a successful attack.

Stonesinger

• AC as leather
• Carries two stone blades (d8) that may be struck together to cast spells.
• Disease strike - A successful hit does an additional 1/turn to living targets, non-stacking.
• May cast the following [level] times per day. 
• Can mend shattered armor and weapons, or other broken objects.
• Rupture - Enemies within hearing distance take 1d6 + lvl damage. All dredge armor in range shatters in addition to the damage.
• Umbrage - All nearby allies lose -2 AC from damaged armor, but gain +2 to hit and +2 damage until the end of combat. Dredge armor shatters.

Gods

The gods are dead, their powers have faded from the world. There was never an organized religion, and now few people hold onto any of the old traditions at all.

Each god has a god-stone somewhere in the world, engraved with their likeness. They are notable landmarks, and gathering places for the few remaining faithful.

1. Loom-Mother - Creator of the world and of humanity, teacher of magic.
2. Dundyr - Loom-Mother's counterpart, god of beards, smithing, games, and song.
3. Hridvaldyr - God of beasts and hunting, of the deep forests. Weilder of a terrible spear.
4. Denglr - God of fortune and wealth, all things desired that one cannot have.
5. Radormyr - God of the harvest, depicted as a great serpent that lives within the sun.
6. Marek - God of waters and the sea, depicted as a vast aquatic beast.
7. Hadrborg - Disciple of the Loom-Mother that created the Varl.
8. Ingrid - Through her godstone, the menders learned the language and history of the gods.
9. Bjorulf - God of mead and brewing. Very popular, despite his stern countenance.
10. Stravhs - God of secrets and trade. Built weapons the gods used to kill each other.
11. Aselei - Goddess of all those traveling unfamiliar lands, of what lies beyond the riverbend.
12. Irynx - The Winter Bird.
13. Baldringr - A god of war, shunned by the varl for reasons they will not say.
14. Vez'nan - God of a lost, subterreanean people. Gained the greatest power by forsaking all.
15. Geirraðr - God of wise council and direction, off invention and good decisions.
16. Bygglaerer - The Builder, who formed the cavernous foundations of the world.
17. Lauga - Goddess of love, beauty, and things that happen in the night.
18. Dredge - The dredge  raised a godstone in their own image. Their creator goes unnamed.

Playing the Saga

Luka Rejec's Ultraviolet Grasslands covers everything one would need to run the travel portions of the Saga. Simply replace the points of interest with locations from the game (or suitable equivalents) and play with the final goal being reaching Arberrang (or, for UVG, The Black City). Besides that, the following points should be helpful.

• There is a darkness in the north, and the dredge are pushing south. We don't know why.
• Fighters and specialists are as usual.
• Clerics and magic-users are replaced by Menders and the Valka. 
• There are neither horses nor plate armor. You do have yox, which are yak + ox.
• Most strange creatures come from underground.
• A single valka is significant. More than one is a status-quo-breaking proposition.
• Among 100 refugees, there may be one or two menders.
• You must keep moving. The dredge will not stop and wait.

Regarding the Wages of Sins of the Flesh

Original sin is inherited sin, inscribed on the meat and souls of all of in Adam's line.

This is quite unfortunate. As one might receive grace by partaking of the Body of Christ, one may only receive sin and wickedness by partaking of the Body of Man. Hence come all the monsters of the nights and wild places - beasts that have feasted upon the flesh of men, violating the dominion granted in the Garden are transformed. Sin builds up like poison within their blood and bones until all trace of their rightful station has been wiped away and all that remains is their acting-out of man's stolen depravity.

I have listed here only those beasts I have seen with my own eyes, have heard of from trustworthy eyewitnesses, or have read about from learned and worthy sources. It remains incomplete. Satan's creativity in his perniciousness knows no bounds.

Boars shall be made into the bristlebacked hordes of the orcs. Of all monstrous beings they are most common; a thundering, squealing wave of pillage and rapine. Of war and implements of war they have inherited a great love, though they can make no such weapons on their own, and lack knowledge of any other craft or tool.  

Dogs shall be transformed into the terrible barghest. The black moor-hound may reach the size of a pony, with claws like that of a bear and eyes like burning embers. Its shaggy black fur, matted with filth, is as resistant to a blade as good armor.

Wolves, however, shall be transformed into the loup garou, a beast which takes on a more manlike shape than its common cousin. They do not walk according to their form - bones and skin rebel, and go different ways. I met once a French Benedictine who claimed to have seen one in the midst of its moon-frenzy, and to have witnessed its demise at the hands of a novice who cracked the fiend's skull with a silver candlestick.

Tigers of the east, upon devouring a hundred men, shall be transformed into manticores, who bear men's faces and speak with men's voices. In Jerusalem I met a merchant of Babylon, who has spoken previously with Indian merchants who sell the steely, poisoned needles of its tail as weapons of assassination, and the pearls of its stomach as ingredients to elixirs of life.

Lions shall transform into chimeras. Like a king beset by unworthy advisors, so the noble beast is beset by the arguments of the goat (being the sins of the common throngs) and the dragon (being the sins of the mighty.) and is thus perpetually at war with itself.

The hyena of Ethiopia shall become as a gnoll. I know little of this beast, save that the mere hint of its laughter makes those inhabitants of the region tense, and that I saw one's hide for sale as a rug in Alexandria.

Bears will lose all of their fat, becoming little more than sacks of skin. They will carry around animal hides and stuff stolen children into them, to eat later. The skull and jaw split apart, becoming as the mandibles of an insect. The common folk call the creature a bug-bear. Where practicality reigns, creativity stands aside.

Rats shall grow to the size of a child and stand upon their hind paws, burrowing into the walls and below the foundations of manors and keeps.

The jackal shall become one of two forms: the cynocephalus of India, and the 'goat-sucker' as described by certain scholars of Aragon. The latter is more obscure, but is said to retain a dog-like shape, gaining a leprous appearance and a taste for the blood of livestock.

A lizard might in due time become a basilisk. Several bestiaries I have consulted claim that the tarrasque was a basilisk that had grown since the time of the Patriarchs, but all are conveniently vague on the matter of where its bones are interred. 

I heard of only one instance of a man devoured by chickens, but I have also only heard of one instance of a town overrun by cockatrices. The link is sound.

Serpents become dragons, a most natural extension. Certainly it is the serpent of the Garden who, after having eaten its fill of the lost and damned, becomes the red monstrosity on which the Whore of Babylon sits astride.

Insects grow to prodigious size and ferocity, but rarely change their forms - the scarlet deathworm born of certain breeds of maggot is the primary exception.

Sharks and fish shall become as the Deep Ones of the cold northern waters, and all manner of sirens and mermaids besides. They prey upon man's lusts and drunkenness, drawing the foolish into their saltwater graves.

Of the Nile crocodile there comes the lizardman, so sits indolently upon the bank with birds in his teeth. He cares not that you might see him, nor even that you approach, for he considers you well aware of your inferiority already; he does not need to remind you.

Men who devour men show the greatest variety in evil forms.

• Those that eat flesh out of gluttony become ogres. It is an affliction of the first estate, as a man without wealth will find it hard indeed to glut himself as a baron would.
• Those that partake out of starvation become wendigos. Most common they are in the cold wastes of Ultima Thule and the deep deserts of Arabia. Pitiable, were they not most deadly.
• Those that eat only the dead become ghouls. Dwellers of crypts and ossuaries, bone-gnawers.
• Those that are driven by the throes of leprosy of syphilis or the plague become zombies. Half-dead and dead of mind, they shamble about in search of warmth before they can go no further.
• Those that drink of man's blood and blaspheme against God, recanting of His mercies, become vampires. They are struck dead upon the spot, but rise every night to hunt the living.

Of all these creatures and more, be wary. Keep your sword sharp and your eyes open, for the machinations of the Evil One are numerous and his shadow is far-reaching.

A minipost on 40k Ecology

As requested by Evlyn M.

Galactic ecology is akin to a hive city: layers built upon layers built upon layers that have collapsed and fused together so that it has become more or less impossible to separate them, but not so fused that one cannot scrape aside the current state of affairs to see what lies beneath.

Each civilization follows the same pattern. They spread out from their homeworld, bringing with them all manner of pets, pests and other animals with them. Alien ecologies are either wiped out or integrated upon contact; those brought along for the ride spread further afield, and through intent, chaos incursion, or the typical turns of nature, drift from their original forms.

Transplantation is the name of the game.

Then that civilization collapses, and the biosphere stops spreading, and changes become more pronounced. The same animal brought to two different Necrontyr worlds could result in hundreds of different descendant species each, given enough time.

Then a new civilization comes along, and the cycle repeats. They introduce their own local life forms, alien life is further transplanted between the worlds of the new civilization, and this continues until that civilization also collapses.

Repeat cycle, add chaos to taste.

In terms of where this leaves us practically regarding the dark and grim ecology of the 41st millennium, it's a clusterfuck.

The Eldar, Slann, Necrontyr, C'Tan, and Old Ones all came before and all left behind vast swathes of their own biomes, all of which have shifted over time. For several of them, their cast-off pets have evolved into sapient species of their own right, with their own growing civilizations. The Imperium itself comes and goes in great waves, so many of its worlds have had mass introductions and transplantations multiple times over. Then there are the Tau, who integrate everyone they come in contact with (and thus spread a huge hybrid biosphere among their controlled territories) Orks and Tyranids just make more of themselves ad infinitum.

In short, it's likely that only obscure worlds of the galaxy have a native biosphere. Everyone else is using some gigantic chimeric clusterfuck, as it right and proper for the setting.

Fragments Found of a Setting on the Steppe

Turner Mohan

It's amazing, some of the stuff you can find lying about in old notebooks and half-finished stories. I can't recall if I started writing these scraps down before or after I discovered Against the Wicked City: judging by where they are placed and in which notebook it was some time in late 2015 or early 2016, so it's very likely that it had some influence on this.

Peoples on the Steppe

• Clay-Folk - Brown of skin, hair dark and curly. Settled upon the canals and aquifers of an ancient irrigation system, now returned to nature. Possibly the descendants of the builders of those ruins. Peaceable and possessing of great storytellers.

• Traveling Peoples - Of similar countenance to the Clay-Folk and considered as kin. Ride about with their herds upon their chosen beasts: horses, bison, and mammoths.

• Mountain People - Light brown of tone, prone to greying early. Hold the mountain passes secure and tax merchants heavily. Near all their talk is of yak milk and dragon-gods, and they talk incessantly.

• River People - Red-gold skin and sandy hair. They hold all things in common upon their rafts, and perform no marriages among themselves. Their women go bare-breasted and the men all train in song.

• Pale Men - Stocky, pallid, hair black and thin. They came from the far North and sought to introduce civilization to the Clay-Folk. Their homes are built of black metal and cough up black clouds. They are humorless at large, and do not care for gods or stories of gods.

• Sea Peoples - Swarthy folk who live on the coast to the south, living off their rocky vineyards and on the bounty of the sea. Blade-priests of the swordfish-god come north in pilgrimage.

• Bloody Men - Their bodies are covered in scab-stripes from flagellation. They hate all other bands of men on the Steppe, for reasons that have been forgotten by the targets of their raids. Their hordes grow and grow without ceasing.

• Beast Men -They wear the heads of goats and the hides of dogs and have forgone the speech of man entirely. They live by the club and the shattered skull.

• Men of the Moon - Silver and without hair, taller than a strong men by half. Their voices are like flutes, and they trade in curses.

• Those Who are Not Men - Seen only ever at a distance in the twilight: a dark form and two eyes like the last embers of the sun. That is all.

• Enemies of the Pale Men - None know who or what drove them south from their bitter forests. All that can be said is mercantile hearsay and supposition, for the Pale Men say nothing.

• Those from the World Beyond - There are tales of great empires across the mountains, across the sea, across time and across the far end of the steppe. Will they turn their eyes here, as did the Pale Men? None know yet.

Monsters

• Demons of earth, sea, and air - Most prolific of all dangers upon the steppe.

• Monsters of the Steppe - Solitary beings glimpsed in the far distance.
  

• Skinchangers - A man who has worn too many skins loses his own body, until he is just a filthy breath in a coat of hair.

• Flesh-Folk - Imagine the shape of a man, bloated and without skin, pink and marbled white, tottering mindlessly through the grass in herds. They are the embodiment of man's great failure.

Gods

• Abu the creator breathed life into the Clay-Folk.

• Repappa the Tricky One taught the Clay-Folk how to make the Flesh-Folk.

• Zaizu took pity upon the Flesh-Folk. She tried to give them her breath, but failed to give them souls. They remain only the image of man.

• All manner of evil spirits of the earth came forth when Sha-Bo-Nen made emissions upon the ground to make clay like Abu.

• All manner of evil spirits of the sky were made in the arguments between Gallu and Tu-La.

• All manner of evil spirits of the sea were made from the afterbirth of Loe - the curse of Unu-Za fouled the Sea-Mother's womb and killed her some Foteh, whose body become host to Gash the Worm.

• Jima-Who-Made-the-Moon lost the gift he had forged for his beloved Niben in a game of bones to Shisheh, Shapeless One.

• Mato sends down stars from the sky, for he loathes the earth of Sha-Bo-Nen and stays loyal to the tyrant Sken.

• The Thousand Legions of Baru once made the march to heaven and deposed the tyrant Sken. They camp there still and became the stars.

• Tuzza the Mishapen is hairy and apelike - he gambols about as a clown, but his souls is sad. He is rejected by those he seeks to bring joy to.

• Red Charzoum is the god of slavers. He is a wrathful and unkind master.

• The realms under the earth are domain of Musu the Quiet. The wicked he gives to his lover Ahan, whose belly swells with souls and who womb births all manner of deep creatures.

• Hanech-Ta sought to aid Baru by building a tower to heaven, but was never able to finish.

• The dead not eaten by Ahan are made slaves of Xa-Ruc-Li for a hundred years and a day in his war against the demons of the earth, sea, and sky.

• Shi-Dhes drew a map of all the heavens, and of all realms on and beneath the earth. She did this to account for all the treasures in the world.

• Those who die are taken by Galmuz, who flies in the night. He does not speak, and accepts no gifts. He is pleased only by the rites of sky funeral.

• Rasch-Lo  is the builder of walls and layer of foundations. With his brother Hanech-Ta he makes bricks of clay and walls of stone.

• The name of Eshu is known to all, but none know why. His name marks all secrets above and below.

• Xerech the Hundred-Thousand-Legged stalks the world and swallows up rivers and cities in search of his tail.

• Rosh-Acho wars against the Brothers Behind Walls. He lords over the hunt, and hoards all good cuts of meat.

• Aris Ring-Giver came from beyond the horizon, bearing oaths and gifts and gilded words

•  Mashu the sorcerer-king is master of the Darker Arts. His apprentice Tachu built the Wise Ways to cast light upon his master's villainy.

• Grim Lerli poles the streams of time in her canoe. With her travels Jambul the Sleeper and the Dreamer, whose lullaby is made by four-armed Sucho-Sha on drum and flute. Together they encompass all seasons and turnings.

Other notes 

• There was a crusade in the north. It passed by the steppe, but ripples of it were still felt. 

• The cycle of the phases of the moon is a curse that might be delivered on those who go out on fell nights. The goddess behind it has no name, the storytellers are agreed that it is neither Niben nor Shisheh's doing. 

• Storytellers fill the role of bard; astrologers, haruspexes, and augurs fill the role of wizards. 

• Times are changing, borders shifting, enemies now friends. 

• Zodiac signs: eagle, serpent, bear, cat, goat, catfish, prairie dog, bison (yak), raveb, tower-tree, and crab.

•  There's a background listed here for "born in gunpowder". I have no idea what that was supposed to mean.

Play Report: Sleeping Place of the Space Swine

Ran myself a pick-up game last night: a level 0, two-man run of Logan Knight's Sleeping Place of the Feathered Swine, using my Danscape Spacejammer setting and 5-ish Hack rules.

Party consisted of:

• Freebo, a gnomish hull-barnacle scraper
• Dean, a goliath death-ray optics-polisher

(Occupations taken from the space dungeon backgrounds list via Hapless Henchman)

We open with the two unlucky chaps working on a mail ship in the outer system (Freebo was previously fired for being too honest with his boss, and Dean accidentally killed the prior mailman with one of the death-rays he was polishing and so felt honor-bound to replace him).

On their ship with them were some assorted NPC crew-members (read: backup PCs)

• Basiera, a drow jacobin and pilot
• Durran, a goliath forge-father
• Jacques, a sea-elf formerly of the space-curry industry
• Igor, a duergar mad scientist assistant and Time Cube devotee.

Basiera informed the crew that the asteroid settlement they were approaching hadn't been responding to any normal communication, but she was picking up a weak, intermittent distress beacon. The laws of space are quite clear, one must respond to distress signals and mysterious lacks of signals in equal measure, and so Freebo and Dean were selected as the away team. They in turn chose Durran (and his very impressive custom-built plasma rifle) to tag along with them, and head down to the planet.

(For a visual aid, the settlment consisted of several sealed-off craters which had had breathable atmosphere pumped into them and some basic vegetation transplanted.

In the abandoned arrival center, Freebo hacks himself some admin privileges and looks through the security footage: seems everyone packed up shop and left in the middle of the night before last. Lifesign detection is only picking up one other individual, somewhere outside.

On the crater floor the trio find that life form to be a harried thaumonaut named Felix. He explains that he was part of the security team that was sent in from the main settlement when the crater was sealed off night before last. He begs for help, claiming that his party was attacked shortly after entering a nearby cave by unknown beings. He's lost his spellbook and his friends, and still needs to find out what's going on.

Dean, being a big dumb earnest idiot with a heart of gold, manages to persuade him to come along with them. Felix, so shaken by his recent catastrophe, can't figure out if he's okay with this. Dean has more or less adopted the wizard at this point.

Upon entering the cave, Dean fashions a sling so as to more easily carry the traumatized Felix as one would a baby. The wizard does not complain.

The party quickly finds the remnants of a campfire and a pit of ooze. Freebo, in trying to investigate the shimmering rocks on the other side, loses his grip and falls into the pool, shlorbing down into a bigger cavern. Despite being able to call up to his friends, he is written off as dead by Dean with great melodrama.

On the lower level: Freebo stays far away from the snorning pink flab-hulk that is the feathered swine, finds some light-absorbing mushrooms, and manages to find a passage back up to the upper caves.

On the upper level: Dean, Felix, and Durran manage to avoid a perilous chasm. In a crack in the wall Dean finds a bloated, severed leg. Worms begin to eat into his hand - he calmly pulls out his space-lighter and burns them out.

Freebo rounds the corner then, and is discovered with great joy to be not dead. Being a gnome, he is able to fit into the crack and find the wounded Aspeth, one of Felix's compatriots. With the wizard, Freebo is able to get Aspeth down from her perch and into Dean's sling. She categorically refuses to be taken back to the ship for medical attention, and insists on killing the creatures in the cave before she dies. She gives the ampoules of sedative to Freebo.

In the next chamber, they find the worm tumors, feasting upon the remains of the security team. Durran (guided by Aspeth's advice) advances fires a shot off to smoke them out.

Combat is met, then: two of the tumors go after Durran, while the other four hold the entrance against the other two. Freebo manages to get two successful ampoules into them, allowing Dean and Aspeth to go aid Durran: alas, they are too slow and his aim is too poor in the melee to be much help. Durran's throat is torn out and he crushes the tumor's heart through the hole he shot in its chest.

Dean is infected again during the fight, and the infestation swiftly sweeps up his arm. Using his goliath resilience, Dean shrugs off the damage that lopping off his arm with Aspecth's axe causes, and cauterizes the stump with Freebo's laser-scraper. He picks up Durran's plasma rifle and slings it over his shoulder.

Investigation of the room reveals the leftover equipment of the dead security team. Freebo grabs the sphere from the pool, and the crew descend deeper. The monsters need to be rooted out.

In the burrow-room, Freebo manages to find three black firebombs in a hole in the wall. This is great, until a tumor slides out of another burrow and manages to get its claws onto Felix. The others manage to kill it quickly, but the wizard's spacesuit is ruined.

The crew enters now the great chamber of the feathered swine, queen and source of this infection. Dean, using his lighter, a scrap of cloth, and the bottle of windex he got as background equipment, fashions a crude molotov and tosses it at the swine. Freebo follows it up with a black firebomb.

The swine does not appreciate being set on fire and lets out a horrific screech, bull-rusing the group. Dean is struck down and killed. Aspeth rolls out of the sling and grabs the plasma rifle. Felix is crushed under the creature's bulk. Aspeth takes off half of its head with a green bolt but it's not enough to fell the beast.

"KILL THE FUCKER!" she screams.

Freebo, knowing that this is the only way to end the nightmare, dodges out of the way of the swine's burning beak and tosses a second grenade behind him.

The explosion is a glorious spray of chunky pork salsa. Aspeth's severed arm flies by, flipping off the swine's carcass. Dean's severed arm flies by, giving a thumbs up.

Freebo retreats to the ship, traumatized forever. Basiera dumps the packages off at the visitor center, declaring that if "they want their mail that bad, they can fucking get it themselves."

Class: Carvergirl

To.M

Class: Carvergirl

They kill unicorns.

Hit Dice: d6
Saves: As halfling
Weapons and Armor:

• Cannot wear anything heavier than light armor. 
• Cannot use large weapons. 
• Medium weapons must be wielded in two hands.
• To-hit bonus as fighter
• May use DEX bonus for melee attacks.  

Skills: Choose or roll two. For LotFP skills, these skills begin at 3-in-6 and increase by 1 at levels 4, 7, and 10. For SotDL skills, add an extra boon at levels 4 and 7.

1. Bushcraft - Wilderness survival; scrounging, foraging, identification.
2. Butchery - Properly carving up animals into usable pieces.
3. Dirty Fighting - Sneak attacks, hamstrings, kidney punches, crotch-shots
4. Hide - Remaining unseen and unheard.
5. Rootwork - Understanding root magic, creating root charms.
6. The Watch - Knowledge of the monsters of the night

Cavehtung: In addition to the common language, carvergirls speak a chaotic creole pulled from a dozen mother languages and sewn together with their own slang. It is impenetrable to outsiders, save with a lot of slow, clear enunciation and pantomiming. Most speak it as their primary language.

Starting Equipment:

• Ragged clothing
• Weapon and trinket
• A handful of cigarettes or a rat on a stick or a flask of rotgut
• Tattoo of vertical bars on forehead and back of right hand
• 1000-yard stare.

Name Table (d6 & d8)

	1	2	3	4	5	6
1	Bullet	Mooney	Clover	Bluejay	Jackass	Ibis
2	Tick	Squid	Dizzy	Grit	Floater	Walker
3	Wick	Six-Eyes	Winter	Chestnut	Wart	Rags
4	Mouser	Kip	Shitbitch	Bo Maybe	Sawbone	Drop Bear
5	Fireball	Thorny	Crunch	Thistle	Big Shot	No-Nose
6	Biter	Sprout	Greasy	Finch	Pillbug	Tiger
7	Red	Marbles	Rotgut	Blackhead	Pepper	Mailbag
8	Glory	Willow	Twitch	Saltlick	Ghostsmoke	Toothsome

Status (d4)

1. Young scrunt; unproven and soft
2. Blooded carver; good with a knife
3. Hardened veteran; sharp and cunning
4. Among the oldest; an institution
   

How Did You Come to the Farm? (d6)

1. Orphaned
2. Abandoned
3. Forgotten
4. Lost
5. Stolen
6. Sold
   

Weapon (d8)

1. Carving knife
2. Rusty shank
3. Machete
4. Shovel
5. Broken bottle
6. A long gun with no bullets
7. Sharpened bone or stone club
8. A unicorn horn

Favored Breed (d10)

1. Midlands Blue
2. Appaloosa
3. Three Dead Ladies
4. PfTD
5. Mountain Draft
6. Old World Palatine
7. Quakemouth Bastard
8. Shambling Dorie
9. Qirax Devilsoul
10. Karkadann
    

Your Nature (d%)

1. Humor black as a tarred gallows.
   
2. Break chains, burn shit, eat the rich.
3. Still hoping, however foolishly, that things will get better.
4. The facade is cracked.
5. Devoted utterly to the hunt.
6. A rare kindness
7. Just barely keeping it together.
8. Pain-tempered wisdom
9. Dead girl walking
10. WAR SEASON

Descriptors (d12)

1. Tumorous growths
2. Organ failure date tattoo
3. Missing or misshapen limb
4. Bone-shard facial piercings
5. Crow-feathers woven in hair
6. Disfiguring scars
7. Blind in one eye
8. Ocher-and-clay face paint
9. Albino or piebald
10. Filed teeth
11. Filthy, matted hair
12. Occult tattoos

Trinket (d20)

1. Your sister's skull
2. Necklace of rat teeth
3. Hand-carved dice
4. Spotted unicorn-hide poncho
5. Horn from a prize hunt
6. Jar of scavenged coins
7. Rag doll with a crowfeather bonnet
8. Poster detailing the cuts of meat
9. Shimmering blanket of woven unicorn hair
10. Cords of root amulets and bone talismans
11. Three bullets and a photograph
12. Long pipe and a bag of unicorn shit
13. Pendant icon of Brother Bones
14. Padded leather apron
15. Purple foalskin moccasins
16. Fishing rod, bait and tackle
17. Cold iron horseshoe
18. Gator-skull helmet
19. Circlet of swampflowers
20. Fetal unicorn in a jar

Carver girl, carver girl, don't lie to me.

Tell me where did you sleep last night

In the blood, 'neath the bone, where the sun's never shone

Won't make it the whole night through

Faction Progression: Knights of the Broken Sword

From Endless Legend

This is an example of one of the alternate progression systems I proposed back in this post and first worked on in my Shadow of the Eschaton hack.

Knights of the Broken Sword

Long ago there was a mighty sorcerer-king, who ruled over a vast and prosperous kingdom. When he had grown old, there came from the night, vile ghouls that rose from the earth and breached his castle by secret paths. They killed the king in his chambers and lapped up his golden blood, taking it into themselves and drawing upon this power. The king had no heir, and so the kingdom fell to ruin and dissolved among its lords. Few of his knights remained loyal, and swearing an oath to their Lady they waged a war against the goldbloods that lasts to this day.


A) Initiate
Requirements: Swear the Lady's Oath

• Stone mask, tabard bearing the order's regalia (+1 boon to social rolls within friendly territory)
• Lady's Compass (Detects goldbloods within 1000ft)
• Will be called upon by higher-ranking knights to assist in the hunt of goldbloods.

B) Knight
Requirements: Complete initiation

• Knight's Mask (Proof that one has completed initiation)
• Blessed broken sword (1 boon to hit goldbloods, 1d10 damage : d4 to all others)
• Lady's ring (Official seal of the order, legally binding)
• Lady's Burden (Must consume the blood of at least one goldblooded creature per month)
• May call up 1-2 initiates for aid in a hunt.

C) Veteran Knight
Requirements: Years of service and notable achievement. (Alt. bribery and politicking)

• Seat on the temple council (may vote on and direct order policy)
• Reputation precedes you (+2 boons to social rolls)
• Access to the uncensored Annals (contains order's true history & names of the great ghouls)
• May call up a lower knight for aid in a hunt, along with 2-3 initiates.

D) Lord Commander
Requirements: Elected to the position by meeting of the temple councils or by the Lady's wish.

• Access to the Lady's audience chamber.
• High broken sword (2 boons, 1d10+2 damage to goldbloods)
• Can request aid from outside the order to assist in a hunt.
• May direct the order in major hunts.
• Can command goldbloods with vocal commands (target resists with 2 banes).