In Nomine: Sakarit

   Here we have an enlightened character for In Nomine. Sakarit was noted for his cheery attendence to menial tasks (such as sweeping up, attending to the dying, and teaching students), for his innocent and oblivious helpfulness, for letting hostile individuals follow him across space and time – which they often found exceedingly awkward – and for somehow managing to frustrate quite a variety of demonic schemes through simply wandering through and talking to people.


   Bodhisattva, Path of the Enlightened One

   As an ascended human Buddhist, Sakarit is a manifestation of the Symphony itself, rather then of higher or lower powers. His purpose is to spread enlightenment – but both good and evil can be routes to enlightenment.




















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   Path Attunement: Piercing the Veil of Maya. Sakarit may switch vessels or forms with a will check without spending essence. Roll (Will) to shift, (Will-2) to shift without taking a round.

Point Expenditures (36)

   Artifacts (7): Sutras (Reliquary [3], +1 Recharge [2], Sutra [3], +2 Essence Capacity [4],Requires lengthy invocation to use [-2], 1/day maximum [-4], must chant and gesture to use [-2], generates a Disturbance-3 when used [-3]. Net 1).

   Attunements (5): The Strength Within: Increases effective level of vessels by (Celestial Forces)/2, rounded down.

   Skills (3): Knowledge: History +1 (Int), Knowledge: The Planes +1 (Int), Emote +1 (Per).

   Songs (9): Roll [Relevant Forces + Level] to use.

  • Healing (Corporeal 3, Ethereal 1, Celestial 1)
  • Harmony (Ethereal 1)
  • Tongues (Corporeal 1, Celestial 1)
  • Form (Ethereal 1)
  • Symphony (Corporeal 1, Ethereal 1)

   Vessels (0):

  • Elderly Oriental Mystic (L5. Hits 35. Charisma -2 (Unworldly Elderly Weirdo, -4), +2 level bonus for type, net -1 effective 0).
  • Young Oriental Woman (L4. Hits 30. Cute but weird, for no charisma modifier), +2 level bonus for type, net 0, effective 0).
  • Ray of Light (L2, Hits 20. Charisma -1 (This is totally weird, -2), +2 points for strange quality (Very rapid flight), net 0).
  • Small Dragon (L2, Hits 20. Charisma -2 (Very odd reactions, -4), Natural Armor-2 (2), Winged Flight (1), Natural Weapons (claws, teeth, breathe fire. All with range roughly equal to a punch and a power of -1, like brass knuckles, cost of 1), net 0).
  • While one of the later books said “no dragons”, that one didn’t happen to be in use in this particular game… If no eastern-style dragons are allowed, simply substitute a Ki-Rin or some such.

    Self-Improvement (10): +1 Force

   Personal History: Sakarit Chogyal was born in northern India in 1897 and lived relatively uneventfully as a buddhist scholar-monk, concentrating on teaching and the doing of good works… He achieved his sixth force, and symphonic awareness, at age 28, and became a healer as well. At 73 he achieved Nirvana in a moment of enlightenment and merged with the symphony, abandoning his self.

   Thirty-three years later he elected to return to activity as a True Bodhisattva – a mortal who had achieved enlightenment during his natural lifespan and who has returned from union with the cosmos to help the inhabitants / aspects of the symphony achieve that same enlightenment.

   (those good Buddhist souls who reach heaven after their deaths are often referred to as Bodhisattva. This is not quite the same, since they’ve died, and so have trouble remanifesting in the corporeal realm without aid and generally haven’t achieved the Satori resonance).

   Favorite Hangouts: Sakarit enjoys the marches, and has been watching the rapid expansion of the d20 territories with some bemusement. The Leng Po tavern, made famous by several classical Chinese novels and supported by the occasional presence of Sun Tzu, Clausewitz, King Arthur, and several other old generals who like to argue strategy, is a special favorite, as is the City of Waterdeep – a place with many entertaining features (especially the way essence manifests as big bags of gold), no matter how fictional.

   On the corporeal plane he likes rock gardens, where he is often found meditating in the form of a beam of light, he still dutifully visits the Mirr Kel temple to study old scrolls and talk with the priests, and he spends a lot of time teaching wherever he can and doing charity work around whichever city or town the universe has seen fit to send him to at the moment.

   Notable Contacts: The militaristic patrons of the Leng Po tavern (Mostly generals and Sarge), Eric Within (Human Spiritmaster), an assortment of Ethereal Spirits, Massiniel (Friend of Christopher), Sophia (Elohim Angel of Enlightenment), Tulpu Vashna (Bodhisattva, path of Tao, a skilled artificer), Jigme Jinpa (“Fearless Activity”, a seeker of the way of the sword), and Bronwen (Malakim of Yves).

   The Music of the Sutras: Since the use of the Sutras produces a unique set of symphonic disturbances, here’s what they sound like… Kyattika Sutra (Chimes, in counterpoint), Anurada Sutra (Rushing waters, drums, and gongs), Migathi Sutra (Flutes, imitating birdsong), Nine Winds Sutra (Bamboo flutes and chimes), Forest Path Sutra (Wind in leaves, with occasional bagpipes), Four Blessings Sutra (Sonorous Chanting), and the Mountain Roots Sutra (Rain and thunder, with harps)

End of the year updates

   Well, there may not be too much going up today since – with the cancellation of the d20 license – I’m busy updating some of the free stuff and purchasable downloads.

   Yes, I know: “Free Stuff” always gets some attention. We’ll, there’s some in the download box on the lower right. The stuff that’s being updated is over on RPGNow.Com, and includes:

   Eclipse: The Codex Persona– a design-your-own races, powers, and abilities point-buy system for pretty much all open-game-license/d20 games. Since the d20 license has gone the way of the Dodo, this is now bundled with the OGL web expansion, covering how to get along without experience points and – if you want – without levels.

   The Practical Enchanter: Magic, whether as spells, psychic powers, or superheroic abilities, for – once again – pretty much all OGL/d20 games.

   Paths of  Power: A revised magic system for OGL/d20 games, featuring spells arranged in sequences of related effects.

   Other than that, I have a link for you to a sentient computer character built using Eclipse over on one of the player blogs. Little “Limey” is an NPC in the Federation-Apocalypse campaign, and will – hopefully – be both of great help and and perpetually frustrating to his owner – and throughly entertaining for the players.

   Regardless, if I don’t get back to put anything else up today, have a happy new year!

In Nomine: Raven Harcourt

   Raven Harcourt was designed under the rule that – to make humans playable – they got 10 bonus CP for every force they were short of 9. Raven thought he was a superhero. In fact, given his combat skills, he was quite right. Angels, Demons, and Ethereals might have more raw power, and far more versatility – but if it came down to a hand-to-hand melee, Raven was well up there.

Raven Harcourt

   (Human, 5 Forces, +40 CP)




















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   Combat Statistics: Melee Dodge: 28-, Ranged Dodge 16-, Armor (-2 to be hit, +3 armor), Punch Attack 18-, Power +1, Hits 32.

Artifacts (12):

  • Amulet of the Tiger [Dodge +6 (12), Can be worn or carried in a completely hidden way (+3), Attracts other skilled martial artists (-4), User must diligently perform katas each day (-1), User must already possess Fighting and Dodge skills at +5 or better (-3), Bearer does not automatically regain essence each day (-3), net 4]
  • Crane Sigil [Acrobatics +6 (12), Can be worn or carried in a completely hidden way (+3), Attracts other skilled martial artists (-4), User must diligently perform katas each day (-1), User must already possess Fighting and Dodge skills at +5 or better (-3), Bearer does not automatically regain essence each day (-3), net 4]
  • Dragon Belt [Fighting +6 (12), Can be worn or carried in a completely hidden way (+3), Attracts other skilled martial artists (-4), User must diligently perform katas each day (-1), User must already possess Fighting and Dodge skills at +5 or better (-3), Bearer does not automatically regain essence each day (-3), net 4]

Discord (-30):

  • Aura-6 (-18): Every move he makes screams “This human is an expert martial artist!” Even other humans will almost automatically sense this.
  • Celestial Blindness-4 (-12): He’s just not very attuned to celestial things. Note that this means that he will only regain an essence point at noon one-third of the time.

   Status (10): Level 6 (Filthy Rich)

   Skills (52): Fighting (Str) +6, Dodge (Agi) +6, Acrobatics (Agi) +6, Psychic Shield (Will) +6, Climbing (Agi) +2, Computer Operation (Int) +6, Electronics (Int or Pre) +1, Escape (Agi or Pre) +2, Knowledge/Martial Arts (Int) +1, Knowledge/Geography (Int) +1, Language/Spanish (Int) +1, Language/Chinese (Int) +1, Medicine (Pre) +1, Move Silently (Agi) +1, Ranged Weapon/Pistol (Pre) +4, Seduction (Will) +2, Survival (Will or Pre) +1, Swimming (Agi) +2, Throwing (Agi or Pre) +2.

   Vessel (16): Basic Human Body (L2, Free), +4 Levels (12), Iron Fist Training (base power of punch is -1, not -3, 2 points), Stone Ox Training (natural “armor” giving Protection-1, 2 points).

   Equipment (0): Light Tailored Kevlar Clothing (armor, -2 penalty to attackers to hit rolls, +2 armor), Karatends (Reinforced gloves, +1 power to punch), .44 Revolver (Range 15, Power +3, 6 Shots) and concealed-carry permit, wallet with plenty of cash, credit cards, etc,

   Psychic Shield: The will-based equivalent of Dodge. Adds to willpower for defensive purposes only.

In Nomine: The Long March

   You’ve met him in a thousand tales and seen him in a hundred movies. The face may change a bit, but it’s always Him. He is invoked by everyone from method actors to soldiers in the field. He has fallen again and again, defending his homeland against the barbarians. He is tough as nails and he has no patience with mysticism, with foolishness, or with disobeying orders. A long time ago he was known as Centurion. These days he’s normally just called


   (Ethereal Archetype: The Career Sergeant. 8 Forces, +0 CP)




















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   *12 for determining hit points, 8 for other purposes. Base of 10.

   Combat Statistics: Melee Dodge: 10-, Ranged Dodge 10-, Kevlar Armor (- 2to be hit, -4 vrs firearms, + 2 armor), Punch Attack 10-, Power -2, Combat Knife 10-, Power +2, .44 Revolver 10-, Power +3, Lawgiver 10-, Power +30, Justifier 10-, Power +0/4/8. Hits 84.

Artifacts (5):

  • The Lawgiver: Celestial Relic/Corporeal Song of Reloading-2 (6), Summonable (+3), Primary Form/4-Shot LAW missile launcher (0), Alternate Form/Ring (+3, variant on “can be hidden”), Disturbance-3 whenever used (-3), Attracts excessive human attention (-3), Requires two free hands (-2), Use requires Ranged Weapons/Missiles skill at 3+ (-1). Net 3. [LAW: Power +30, +60 versus inanimate objects, Accuracy 0, Range 20. While this is a shaped charge, anyone in a 3-meter radius will also take 3d6 damage].
  • The Justifier: Celestial Relic/Corporeal Song of Reloading-1 (3), Summonable (+3), Primary Form/American 180 Machine Pistol, Alternate Form/Ring (+1), Disturbance-3 whenever used (-3), Attracts modest human attention (-1), Use requires Ranged Weapons/Pistol at 3+ (-1). Net 2. [180 SB Machine Pistol: Power 0/+4/+8, Accuracy 0, Range 15, Shots 177 (Fires single-shot or bursts of 3 or 6 shots). Like any other machine gun it can be used to simply blanket an area, this attacks everyone there at power +2. Selective fire, threaded flash suppressor, laser sight [double range when in use], interchangeable barrels, fitted carrying case, fires at 1600 rounds per minute, relatively quiet. Overall an impressive toy].

Attunements (War, 20):

  • Immunity to Trauma (Free): It only takes Sarge 2d4 hours to show up again if “killed”.
  • Always in Uniform (10): Gets a 5-point bonus towards any middle-aged male human vessel. His vessels always come equipped with a full field kit, including current armor and weapons (In the current day this usually means kevlar, a knife, a pistol, and at least three grenades).
  • Weapons Master (10): Has a base skill of +2 with fighting, dodge, and all weapons.

Discord (-30):

  • Tone-Deaf: Cannot use Ethereal (-5) or Celestial (-5) songs. He also tends to pretty much ignore any supernatural implications of the things he gets involved with. That’s for the officers to deal with.
  • Recognizable (-10). Anyone who sees Sarge gets a perception check at +5 to recognize his exact archetype – albeit not necessarily his supernatural qualities. Almost all humans will be quite sure that they’ve seen him someplace though.
  • Bound (-10). Sarge takes a -2 on any attempts to return to the marches without being “killed”.

Rites (9):

  • Clean and check his weapons
  • Offer rough practical advice to anyone who is having a personal crisis (Double if it’s actually a soldier in the field).
  • Go to a theater and see a war movie.

   Skills (22): Climbing (Agi) +1, Dodge (Agi) +4*, Driving (Pre) +1, Escape +1, Fighting +4*, Knowledge/Military +2, Language/Classical Latin (1†), Medicine (Pre) +1, Move Silently (Agi) +1, Ranged Weapon/Rifle +4*, Ranged Weapon/Pistol +4* (Pre), Ranged Weapon/Missile Launcher +4*, , Survival +1, Tactics +2, and Throwing +1.

   †Sarge speaks English. Almost everyone in the movies speaks English.

   Songs (6): Healing / Corporeal +2, Shields / Corporeal +3, Tongues / Corporeal +1..

   Vessel (0): Sarge’s vessels vary, but they’re all rough, middle-aged, a bit scruffy, and quite uncharismatic, for a net (L3 [9], -2 Charisma [-4], minus his Always in Uniform attunement [-5], for a net cost of 0.

   Equipment (0): Field kit and weapons as above. Normally has a collection of ID’s from a dozen or more major wars along with a diary covering the last thousand years or so.

   Sarge is, of course, a walking stereotype. Quite literally. There are more people who believe in Sarge then Odin has ever had, even if you add them up throughout history. Sarge is tough as nails, something of a country boy, has a gravelly voice, deals in tactics rather then strategy, and tends to try to give everyone in the party basic training. He’ll carry out his missions if it kills him. Quite often it does, but he’s not going to let a little thing like that stop him. He’s a soldier, not a god – which is why he’s good, but not overtly superhuman.

   He isn’t subtle.

   Fortunately, Sarge is invariably “on the side of the angels”.

   Whether they like it or not.

In Nomine: Bodhisattva

   Here we have a writeup of some eastern figures for the In Nomine role-playing game. Unfortunately, when both “the good guys” and “the bad guys” seem to be united as “The Crazy Guys”, it sometimes makes it hard to find something you want to play. Ergo:


Bodhisattva, The Ascended Ones

   But if God was the first, and only, god – the Alpha and the Omega – whose servants constantly intervene and who’s agents appeared to and taught the first men, the one to whom squads of angels stand witness where did the other faiths come from? Couldn’t any fool discover that they are false? If the great orders of angels and their fallen foes have existed since near the beginning of time, why are the first records of their existence to be found in books only a few thousand years old? Where was god for the first fourteen billion years of existence? If the more powerful angels embody words of the cosmic symphony, what does David have to say about the stones of Mars, Pluto, and the asteroid belt? Isn’t there an entire cosmos to run?

   Why command that “You shall have no other gods before me” if there are no other gods?

   God – backed by the power of two billion believers – has reordered much of the cosmos to suit himself (Page 52).

   There are still others however. Many have faded into mere Ethereals, remembered in tales and myth and by small cults. Others, however, can still boast hundreds of millions of followers. They should not be ignored.

   The Buddhists do not see the godhead as separate from the symphony, or as something separate from themselves. The godhead is the symphony as a whole, and their goal is unity with it. The Bodhisattva are humans who have transcended, and returned to help others do the same. Despite attempts to make “Heaven” synonymous with “Nirvana”, Heaven is a place, but Nirvana is a state of mind.

Game Mechanic Modifiers (A.K.A; The Eightfold Path):

  1. For Bodhisattva exceptionally good and enlightening results occur on a roll of “444” and exceptionally bad and confusing results occur on a “333”.
  2. The actions of Bodhisattva do not create dissonance in the symphony, They do create counter- and sub-themes which are almost as detectable (Roll at -4), but “sound” different. They each have their own identifiable “theme” however, making them easier to identify as individuals.
  3. Bodhisattva gain their daily essence point at Noon, like any human, rather then at Dawn or Sunset. They heal the same way.
  4. Unlike Angels and Demons, they cannot use their resonances through technological mediums.
  5. They have Paths rather then Superiors. These are difficult to negotiate with, but easier to mix.
  6. Bodhisattva can’t take “modern” roles and never have any status unless they gain it by hard work. They’re generally limited to Eastern Priest / Monk / Mendicant, Herbalist / Healer, and Martial Artist. On the other hand they gain a +2 bonus on the level of their human vessels.
  7. Buddhist Relics and Reliquaries may be taken as Sutras or Koans – mystical invocations. These can’t generally be taken away or broken, although this makes them more expensive (A version of “can be worn or carried in a completely hidden way, +3 points”).
  8. When slain a Bodhisattva fade into Nirvana – the universe at large – and will eventually return from it, just like a spirit of the Marches. Being one with the cosmos, they do not suffer Trauma.


The Bodhisattva Template

   “Only the sword which is no-sword is sharp enough to cut nothing.”

   “Let me help you.”

   Simplicity. Directness. Serenity. Action without self is the goal of the Bodhisattva, flowing with the music of the symphony and becoming one with it, rather then acting from expectations or to mask their natures and motives from others. They are teachers, but the lessons they teach are never easy to understand.


Satori (Resonance)

   Bodhisattva are attuned to the symphony as a whole and see time and place for the illusions they are. They may interact with regions of the symphony which are nowhere near them and, seeing no real distinction between selves, may share these strange insights with up to (Ethereal Forces) others within a radius of up to (2 * Celestial Forces) meters if they so desire.


Karma (Dissonance)

   Since their purpose is to teach, not taking any reasonable opportunity to attempt to reveal the wonders of the cosmos, or failing to make an attempt to keep humans alive to learn of them, results in Dissonance.


Bodhisattva Check Digit Results/Game Mechanics

   1+) You may shunt away excess energies (e.g. Radiation, Heat, and Electricity) and so avoid injury. This may be used even if the character cannot currently use his resonance otherwise.

   2+) You may catch a glimpse of the glories of the cosmos as a whole or reveal them to another. This is very strange and, twice per day per person, this allows them to regain a point of essence.

   3+) You may grant any target with total forces equal to or less then your Celestial forces one extra force or restore one lost force to anyone. Unfortunately, this will not work on any one target more then once per month and costs a point of essence when successfully invoked.

   4+) You may catch a glimpse of apparently-random events (as selected by the game master) that are distant in time and space. Such visions often reveal things that you ought to be doing.

   5+) You see a quick and easy route to reach an apparently-random but interesting location. The trip never requires more then a few hours, even if it’s halfway across the cosmos.

   6+) You may participate in an apparently-random scene somewhere else in time and/or space. This often involves an interaction with some other entity, which is how Bodhisattvas interact with their “superiors” (e.g; anyone from whom they can obtain an enlightening lesson).


Manner and Appearance

   Bodhisattva tend to be more then a little “childish” – always finding the world fresh, wonderful, and full of unexpected things. Their celestial forms run towards butterflies, beams of light, mythical forms, jade maidens, and elderly sages. Their physical forms are usually much the same.


The Paths Of The Bodhisattva

   There are four major paths for the Bodhisattva – the path of the Enlightened One, the Seeker of the Way of the Sword, the Shaman, and the Taoist Sorcerer. It is, in fact, quite possible for them to take multiple paths – but they must accept the Dissonance condition for each path they choose to take more then 5 CP worth of abilities from.

   Enlightened Ones are classical Buddhist monks, lamas, philosophers, and sages. They tend to be calm, ignorant of society, and quite unworldly as they attempt to see past the illusions of reality.

   Seekers practice the martial arts as a form of moving meditation, attempting to become one with the world around them, flowing with it without thought or sense of self.

   Shamans seek for the essence of the divine which lies hidden within all things, communing with the hidden spirits of the world – and seeing themselves in that mirror.

   Taoists seek to understand the great themes of the symphony, knowing that their own essence is a manifestation of those themes.

   Bodhisattva tend to get along better with Angels then Demons, although they may oppose either if they are interfering with their mission to bring enlightenment to humanity (and normally see nothing wrong with maintaining good relations with any powerful spirit). From their point of view, any human – or even those somewhat-deluded Angels and Demons – can eventually become one with the symphony, as they are. They may achieve distinction by becoming an example to others and/or through strange experiences in distant places in time and space. Oddly enough, the more they follow the apparently-random promptings of the symphony, the more likely such opportunities are to arise.



   Enlightened Ones must not indulge in lengthy schemes, lay complex plans, or worry much about the future. They must act with simple spontaneity.

   Seekers must never start a fight or use force beyond what is justified in defending themselves and others.

   Shamans avoid making any personal use of “high” technology – such as steam engines or current firearms. They will not use technological weapons, although they have conceded riding in elevators and in vehicles as long as someone else is driving.

   Taoists must never provide a straight or simple answer to any question and should never let anyone talk them out of whatever they have decided is the right thing to do.



Enlightened One

  • Aura of Serenity: The character inspires trust and confidence in those he meets. This can be treated as a “charisma” bonus equal to the characters total celestial forces.
  • Currents of The Void: The character may add his total number of ethereal forces to either strength-based OR agility-based skill checks OR he may add his total number of celestial forces to either intelligence-based OR perception-based skill checks.
  • Master of Entropy: Once per day the character may touch a creature or item and adjust its age by up to (Precision) years for living things or up to (Precision x 10) years for inanimate objects.
  • Piercing the Veil: The character may switch vessels or forms with a will check without spending essence. Roll (Will) to shift, (Will-2) to shift without taking a round.
  • Pocket of the Void: The character may store up to 250 pounds of material in the distant reaches of time and space, placing it there or retrieving it at will. Time does not pass for items so stored.
  • The Excellent Advisor: The character intuitively knows just what any troubled, upset, or confused mortal needs to hear. Unfortunately, this may not be what they want to hear or have any immediate effect, but it can negate fear, soothe children, and get people moving towards their destiny again.

Seeker of the Way of the Sword

  • Earth Moving: You gain two points of innate armor protection against corporeal, ethereal, or celestial damage. This attunement may be taken repeatedly, but no single aspect may gain more then 6 points of armor in this fashion.
  • Fire Leaping: You may spend two points of essence to take an extra action once per turn.
  • The Strength Within: You may add one-half of your celestial forces (round down) to the effective level of your vessels.
  • Voice of Command: In any emergency or combat situation you may simply issue orders. As long as such commands are reasonably sensible and the targets have no compelling reason to disobey, such orders will be followed without question. In less urgent situations you gain a +4 bonus on Fast Talk rolls.
  • Water Flowing: You intuitively sense the general outline of everything within 30 feet, and can thus operate in darkness, sense people behind cover, or defend yourself against invisible opponents without difficulty. As a side effect you gain a +2 bonus to your Dodge check digit.
  • Wind Blowing: You may move with great speed and agility. The character’s movement allowance increases by 2 x Agility when Corporeal, 2 x Perception when Celestial. This attunement may be taken repeatedly, but may not more then triple your movement speed.


  • Casting the Bones: You may make a willpower check one per day to direct the effects of Satori (check digit 4+) towards a subject you have an interest in. If successful, this will provide a bit of insight (Ethereal Forces facts by default) into your desired topic.
  • Channeling: You may call on the power of any entity which owes you a favor by simply expending an action to invoke it. Favors can be purchased for one character point each (the character is presumed to have earned them between games) or acquired through roleplaying. Using this ability requires a resonance check. On a success, the user can draw upon the spirits powers for a number of rounds equal to the check digit plus one, although effects can continue past that period.
  • Distant Call: The character may hold a brief ceremony requiring 1d6 minutes to “place a call” to almost any entity. As a side benefit, the user will find that anyone is willing to talk, to give him or her a fair hearing, and that he or she always “has an appointment”.
  • Mind Like Moon: The character receives a +2 bonus to dodge rolls and dodge check digits.
  • Smith of Jade: The character may create Talismans. It normally requires one week per point of the cost to create such items.
  • VisionQuest: You may seek out the personification of any mundane problem or event in the marches and attempt to deal with it as an entity. For example, uncontrollable flooding or a hurricane would probably manifest as a belligerent elemental creature. Successfully dealing with the personification will solve the problem.

Taoist Sorcerer

  • Fires of Peruza: The character may channel celestial energies into his or her physical body. Any vessel the user employs gains (Celestial Forces) character points worth of improvements for free.
  • Forge of the Divine: The character may create Relics and Reliquaries. It normally requires one week per point of the cost to create such items.
  • Invocation: The character may call on the assistance of major supernatural beings. Unfortunately, they charge for their assistance: Invoking a being for some minor service (e.g. calling on a spirit of fire to light a campfire) costs three points of essence – one to call, one for payment, and one to channel the effect) and two rounds (one to call and one to channel). A major service (calling up a firestorm to destroy a building) costs 1-3 character points but takes effect in the next round.
  • Master of Artifice: The character may simply “pull out” (Ethereal Forces) minor gadgets each day. Such gadgets may not weigh more then 10 pounds or be more advanced then a flintlock pistol. Typical gadgets include smoke bombs, melee weapons, sleeping drugs, small explosives, swords and daggers, grappling hook, healing ointments, crossbows, etcetra.
  • Stance of Tao: The character may spend a point of essence to shift one of his or her forces to another category. The force reverts to its normal state in (ethereal forces) hours.
  • Tulpa Master: The character may create temporary servants by spending points of essence equal to their normal cost. Such servants always obey orders, and so need only be purchased at level one – but they only last for (ethereal forces) hours. Tulpa may be rendered permanent by paying character points for them, but become less reliable; their creator has a +2 rank bonus on their effective resource level but will no longer have complete control.


Masteries (Servitor Attunements)

Enlightened One:

  • Aspect of Song: You may select a specific song and employ it up to three times per day with no essence cost. The song operates as if you had expended essence equal to your normal maximum as a base, any additional essence you expend adds to this.
  • Walk in Harmony: Your actions will not disturb the symphony at all unless you spend essence in some way that a normal human could not.
  • Sphere of Serenity: No one will attack you unless you attack them first. Even area effect attacks will leave you untouched. Unfortunately, there are limits: people can still refuse to let you into secure areas, throw you out, or take away that item you were trying to stroll off with – and superiors will eventually lose patience and lock you up.


  • Clouds Above the Earth: The character may walk on air, moving about as if winged.
  • Expertise: The character gains a +2 power bonus on any attack he or she makes.
  • Merciful Strike: The character may expend 2 essence points and attune a weapon to cause corporeal or ethereal damage for the next three rounds. Regardless of the type of damage it causes, the weapon will not cause more harm to a target then they truly deserve.


  • Mindwalking: You may take celestial form and return from it without disturbing the symphony.
  • Gate of the Marches: You may move to and from the Marches by simply moving to and from celestial form.
  • Personification: You can talk to things and try to persuade them to help you within their natures (for example, doors open, close, lock, unlock, and occasionally fall down. They don’t fly around hitting people). For you everything is intelligent and potentially helpful. Unfortunately, it can be very hard to get the attention of really large things.


  • Aspect of Song: You may select a specific song and employ it up to three times per day with no essence cost. The song operates as if you had expended essence equal to your normal maximum as a base, any additional essence you expend adds to this.
  • Master of Alchemy: The character can create objects and materials by expending 1 point of essence per 200$ worth of material to be created.
  • The Wheel of Jade: The character may store twice as much essence as usual.



Enlightened One:

  • Querent of the Heart: You understand others motivations. You can tell what people want, how serious they are about something, and how much they’re willing to risk for it. You may also use Fast Talk (a.k.a: “counseling”) to instill new motivations, calm irrational or hysterical individuals, soothe emotional distress, and remove addictions.
  • Aspirant of Healing: You receive +4 effective levels in each aspect of the Healing Song.
  • Sage Transcendent: Given a week, you may expend 10 essence to remove a level of discord from yourself or from someone else.


  • Querent of the Skies: The character may spend a point of essence to call up a cloud to ride on. Such a cloud can transport up to six characters, travels at anything up to the speed of sound, and lasts for two hours.
  • Aspirant of Invulneribility: The character’s vessels become impervious to damage from any single element chosen from among Earth and Stone, Heat and Light, Water and Corrosives, Air and Electricity, or Metal and Plastic. For a point of essence, this can be shared with anyone the character is touching (and continues to touch) for 1d6 minutes.
  • Sage of Steel: The character becomes so skilled in defense that – while he or she opts to hold a position and defend only – he or she cannot be harmed or passed in any space less then thirty feet wide. In any other situation the character may roll their dodge twice, taking the better result.


  • Querent of the Winds: Anyone with this distinction can listen in on any conversation in which they’re mentioned by name, regardless of who’s speaking, where they are, or what precautions they may take.
  • Aspirant of the Overworld: This distinction grants the character a +2 bonus on any roll made while in Celestial form or in the Marches.
  • Sage of Resonance: The character gains any one Celestial or Demonic Resonance, but must accept the Dissonance rules of the source choir or band as well.


  • Querent of Essence: Given an hours study, the character can precisely evaluate the nature of any item, compound, plant, creature, or artifact.
  • Aspirant of Alchemy: The character may brew Elixirs. When empowered with 2 essence and applied these can enhance or damage vessels (+/-2 levels), provide a temporary corporeal or ethereal force, heal wounds (As per the Song of Healing/5), or dissolve solid matter (1d6 damage per round for up to 20 rounds). Effects other then dissolving matter last for 1d6+24 hours.
  • Sage of Distillation: The character has learned to channel the fundamental energies of the symphony through him- or herself. He or she gains an extra 2 character points per session and may allow up to four other characters to gain an extra character point each session. He or she may also purchase Bodhisattva attunements, masteries, and distinctions freely – or allow others to do so through him.


Basic Rites

  • Meditate for three hours (styles vary. Seekers practice kata, Shamans dance or beat on drums, and Taoists contemplate obscure formula).
  • Spend two hours teaching someone about the cosmos.
  • Succeed with a skill roll using a skill at 6+
  • Enlightened: Share enlightenment with a new and worthy/innocent person.
  • Seeker: Convince someone to rebel against authority.
  • Shaman: Spend four hours touring a place of unspoiled nature.
  • Taoist: Spend an hour distilling essences in an alchemical laboratory.


Chance of Invocation

   A normal angel or demon can call upon his superiors when things are really going down the drain, when they need advice, or for various other kinds of assistance. While Bodhisattva can call on their paths for a few specific effects, they really can’t get the kind of assistance that angels and demons can. On the other hand, paths aren’t as demanding and judgmental as superiors are. This is basically up to the GM. If superiors are generally well worth having in a game, Bodhisattva get +12 character points during character creation. If they’re fairly often helpful, Bodhisattva get +6 character points during character creation. If they’re a balanced deal, no points. If they’re a severe pain in a given game, game masters may quite reasonably charge a 6 character point fee for the privilege of being free of them.

   Enlightened (4) Still The Sands: The character steps outside of time for a subjective interval of up to one minute per celestial force the user possesses.

   Seeker (3) The Doom Slash: The character may open – or seal – a rift across space, time, and dimensions. It will remain open for up to one round per celestial force the user possesses. If used to seal a tether or similar anchorage the effect is permanent.

   Shaman (1) The Tolling: The character may attempt to invoke any major entity. It is best to have a very good reason, since the character generally won’t be in service to them.

   Taoist (2) Transformation: The character may attempt a transformation ritual to change almost any willing entity into any other entity.

   Invocation modifiers are up to the game master.

Federation-Apocalypse: Jamie Wolfe

   Jamie is a splendid example of the kinds of things you can get when you pile a throughly cheesy template – and a great heap of astoundingly advanced cyberware – on top of some lucky die rolls; a character who’s personal abilities no longer matter very much compared to those of a pile of equipment and modifiers which might as well go off adventuring by itself. Why are we allowing this again?

   Oh yes. It’s because a melee-combat-monstrosity really isn’t particularly unbalancing in a game which revolves around menaces to entire dimensions, vast mystical forces, personal nuclear weaponry, starship combat, and politics.

   Plus, of course, most of the same technology and enhancements are available to anyone in the setting who wants the stuff.

   In Jamie’s bizarre version of the Earth, 21’st century-style vehicles and weapons co-exist with quarrelsome early 21’st century politics, a cheerily undefined economic system, massive armies, a scattering of individuals with genetic and cybernetic enhancements which belong to an era six hundred years later, and experimental warp drives – developed just a few decades after mankind first reached the moon.

   The rest of the group suspects that the entire realm is the product of some current core youngsters really BAD attempt at writing a novel. The scattering of random historical details from various conflicts over a mostly-modern culture and economic system just seems like it somehow.

   Anyway, the powers-that-be created a group of nigh-unstoppable killing machines, started World War III, told said inhuman killing machines to go out and win at any cost – and were TERRIBLY startled when this resulted in a wide variety of atrocities!

   Who would ever have suspected that youngsters with reptilian-killing-machine genegrafts, lifelong training to kill as efficiently as possible, a complete lack of normal socialization, total alienation from humanity, and massively powerful weapons implants might be dangerous?

   Afterwards, the few who were (somehow) more-or-less normal and sane were decommissioned – but were assigned to interstellar exploration, piloting their lonely – and virtually untested and somewhat unstable – experimental warp-drive ships out into the galaxy to find new worlds for humanity!

   Anyway, deep in the isolated depths of space, Mary Sue – er, Jamie Wolfe – encountered a strange cosmic anomaly, a plot device unlike anything ever before observed!

   Suddenly transported to an unknown realm, with the drive half burned out, systems failing, and air leaking dramatically, Jamie struggled to bring the ship safely down on that conveniently-habitable planet nearby, holding the ship steady by yanking on the ship’s controls with her full superhuman strength!

   Jamie crashlanded on a fantasy-medieval anime world, and was promptly caught up in a quest to destroy a dark overlord as the “party ranger”.

   Oddly enough, this was the closest to what most people thought of as “reality” that she’d ever come.

   From there it was a short trip to a more familiar-seeming technologically-based anime realm – and from there, it wasn’t that far to get involved with Core.

   There WAS someplace in the universe that made sense.

   It seemed worthwhile to help defend it.


ML-ELF Cyborg Super-Soldier Template (+1 ECL):

   The complete template can be found HERE. Given that most of it’s abilities are already included in the statistics provided below, suffice it to note that it also provides low-light vision, the ability to recover 1d8+5 damage OR 1d3 points of attribute damage OR one negative level once per three levels per day or part thereof (although it takes a few hours), a greatly extended lifespan, and a -2 penalty on all charisma-based skills.

   Available Character Points: +10 CP (Disadvantages: Healing Resistant, Irreverent, and Outcast) +12 CP (L1 and L2 Feats) +48 CP (L1 Base) + 62 CP (Experience) = 132. Level 3 (10 CP to go to L4). 126 Spent.

   Languages (8): English, Russian, Chinese, French, Italian, Japanese, Korean, and Spanish.

   Basic Attributes: Intelligence 18 (24/+7), Strength 17 (27/+8, provides DR 8/- per world laws), Wisdom 16/+3 (provides Defense 3 when unarmored or lightly armored), Constitution 16 (22/+6, provides 6 magic points), Dexterity 16 (22/+6, provides 12 CP worth of weapon proficiencies), and Charisma 14/+2 (provides 4 free contacts).

Combat Abilities (76 CP):

  • Saves:
    • Fortitude +1 (3 CP) + 6 (Con) +2 (Gear) = +9
    • Reflex +1 (3 CP) + 6 (Dex) = +7
    • Will +1 (3 CP) + 2 (Wis) = +3
      • +2 versus Disease, +4 versus Chemicals, +6 versus Poisons.
  • Hit Dice: Upgrade template 2d0’s to 2d8 (16 HP, 16 CP), L1 2d8 (16 HP, 16 CP) +2d4 (L2 and L3, 2 and 4, 0 CP) + (6x Con Mod) + (42+2x Con Mod Template) = 128 HP and 32 CP.
  • Proficiencies: All Simple and Martial Weapons and Infantry Weapons (15 CP, -12 from Dex = 3 CP) plus Light, Medium, and Light and Medium Powered Armor (15 CP).
  • Move: 30 Base + 30 (Acceleration) + 10 (Cybrenetic Augmentation) = 70
  • Initiative: +8 (+6 Dex +2 Improved Initiative)
  • BAB: +3 (18 CP)
  • Armor Class: 10 (Base) + 6 (Dex) + 3 (Wis) + 6 (Cybernetics) +3 (Natural) +2 (Leather Armor) = 30
  • Damage/Energy Reduction: 8/- (Str) +6/- (Cybernetics) + 2/- (Racial) = 16/-

   Favored Weapons: (Base abilities include Combat Reflexes and Improved Disarm).

  • Unarmed Combat:
    • Deathstrike Style (“Unarmed”): +16/+16 (+3 BAB +2 Gear +7 Str +4 Martial Art, Haste), 1d12 (1d10 plus a die upgrade from the Martial Art) +13 (7 Str +6 Gear), Crit 20/x2. Has Improved Trip, Sunder, and Versatile (may opt to inflict lethal, subdual, bludgeoning, slashing, or piercing damage without penalty). Gains a +2 to Acrobatics while using this style.
    • Krav Maga Mark II Style (“Unarmed”): +14/+14 (+3 BAB +2 Gear +7 Str +2 Martial Art, Haste), 1d12 (1d10 with a die upgrade from the Martial Art) +13 (7 Str +6 Gear), Crit 20/x2. May inflict lethal or subdual damage without penalty. Knows Crippling (may do 1d4 Dex damage on a critical hit instead of normal damage), Mighty Blow (automatically trips opponents on a critical hit), Prone Combat (no penalties/opponent bonuses for fighting while prone), and Weapon Kata/Dagger (which actually reduces her effectiveness drastically).
  • Weapon Implants
    • Plasma Projector: +9/+9 (+3 BAB +6 Dex), 2d10 fire damage, Crit 20/x2, 40′ range increment, 50 shots before recharging, can be adjusted and used as a tool.
    • Minigrenade Launcher: +9/+9 (+3 BAB +6 Dex), 4d10 damage in a 10′ radius, 40′ range, 12 Shots, Cannot Critical.
    • Micro-Missile Launcher: +13/+13 (+3 BAB +6 Dex +4 Smartlink), 4d8 damage, Crit 20/x2, Range Increment 80′, 25 Shots.
  • Weapons
    • Urban Staff Style (Staff): +11/+11 (+3 BAB +7 Str +1 Martial Art, Haste), 1d6 +7 (Str), may inflict lethal or stun damage without penalty, +4 to AC when using this style, allows use of Expertise, Improved Disarm, Whirlwind Attack, and Reach.
    • Machine Pistol: +9/+9 (+3 BAB +6 Dex), 2d6 damage, Crit 20/x2, 40′ range increment, 100 shot magazine, selective fire (may expend five shots to gain either a +4 bonus to hit, to hit 1d4 members of a small group on a successful attack, or to inflict double damage against double any applicable DR [criticals obey normal rules for adding multipliers, normally inflicting x3 damage], at the user’s option)

Purchased Abilities (30 CP):

  • Improved Disarm (6 CP)
  • Reflex Training/Combat Reflexes Variant (6 CP)
  • Berserker/”Emergency Boost” (6 CP): +4 Str and +4 Con when triggered.

   Jamie isn’t quite sure how she wound up with a certain amount of magic – it’s just something that seemed to stick after that interlude with the group of “adventurers” who insisted that she was a “Ranger” – at least by “class”. Where had that been? Lodoss! That was it.

   Now if only that meant something.

  • Power Words (6 CP): Specialized (Non-personal spells must be cast normally, can only store personally-cast spells, can only store Druid spells of up to L3 and Wizard spells of up to L2): Can store up to 2xCon/3 (15) levels of spells.
    • Currently Stored:
      • Mage Spells: Magic Weapon, True Strike (+20 to one attack), Bull’s Strength (+4 Str), and Rope Trick.
      • Druid Spells: Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5). Speak with Animals, Heat Metal, Cat’s Grace (+4 Dex), and Cure Moderate Wounds (2d8+8).
  • Inherent Spell with +4 Bonus Uses (6 CP): Specialized (takes several minutes to cast, double effect for a level six “anyspell” effect capable of supplying spell effects of up to level three to store for the inherent spell, reduced cost for the Bonus Uses), Corrupted (Can only be used to fill Power Words slots, reduced cost for both the Inherent Spell and Bonus Uses, reducing them to 4 and 2).



   Skill Points: 20 (CP) + 42 (Int) +24 (Dex) = 86. 62 Used. Yes, that’s a lot of unspent skill points. Enough to allow some extensive customization…

Broad Skills (All +7 Int):

  • Physical Skills: Acrobatics +14 (1 SP +6 Dex), Krav Maga Mark II Martial Art +19 (6 SP +7 Str), Urban Staff Combat Martial Art +19 (6 SP +6 Dex), Deathstrike Martial Art +20 (6 SP +7 Str), Stealth +18 (1 SP, +6 Dex, +4 Racial)
  • Knowledge Skills (all +7 Int): Computer Operation +15 (1 SP), Electronics +15 (1 SP), Fieldcraft +15 (1 SP), Medicine +15 (1 SP), Starship Piloting +15 (1 SP), and Tactics +15 (1 SP).
  • Perception Skills (all +3 Wis): Spot +17 (1 SP, +6 Gear), Listen +17 (1 SP, +6 Gear)
  • Other Skills: Driving +14 (1 SP +6 Dex), Gadgetry +24 (4 SP +6 Dex +7 Racial for Cyberware), Gather Information +8 (1 SP +2 Cha -2 Inept), Repair +21 (4 SP +6 Dex +4 Gear), Search +15 (1 SP +7 Int), Temperate/Tropical Wilderness Survival +11 (1 SP +3 Wis), Systems Operation +15 (1 SP +7 Int).

Narrow Skills (All +7 Int +5 Training):

  • Physical Skills: Climb +32 (1 SP, +7 Str, +12 Gear), Escape Artist +24 (1 SP +7 Str +4 Gear), Jump +19 (1 SP, +6 Dex), Swim +28 (1 SP +7 Str +8 Race)
  • Knowledge Skills (All +7 Int): Cryptography +20 (1 SP), Cybertechnology +20 (1 SP), Radio Communications +20 (1 SP), Sensor System Operations +23 (4 SP).
  • Other Skills: Cello +24 (2 SP +6 Dex +4 Gear), Demolitions +23 (1 SP +6 Dex +4 Gear), Electronic Security Systems +24 (1 SP +7 Int +4 Gear), Violin +28 (6 SP +6 Dex +4 Gear)

   Usual Gadgets: repair kit (1) and medical kit (1). Also usually packs a basic camping kit, heavy pistol, survival knife, a tough leather outfit and a change, extra boots, and a personal kit. Few universes are so alien that a sleeping bag, tarp, leather clothes, or a knife fail to work – although the gun does get weird at times. The rest of her gadgets fall under….

   Cyberware (22 Points), equivalent to: Special Service Smartclothes, with the Exoskeleton and +30 HP modifiers (8), Plasma Pistol (1), Minigrenade Launcher (2), Micro-Missile Launcher (1), Enhanced Claws (2), Cybertendrils (1), Medical Module (2), Linespinner (1), Orientation System (1), Chemical Analyzer (1), and a Chemical Synthesizer (2).

  • Smartclothes System: These provide personal-computer and HUD functions, IR, UV, low-light, magnification, and flash suppression visual enhancements, personal and environmental monitoring, encrypted radio communications, comfort from arctic to tropical desert temperatures, an environmental seal (allows space survival for up to 48 hours and provides a +4 bonus on saves against chemical agents), +6 AC “cyberarmor”), +6/- DR, universal energy resistance 6, +6 to Listen and Spot (already included), +4 to Unarmed Damage, +4 To Hit with smartlinked ranged weaponry, +4 Strength (already included), +2 Dexterity (already included), and +10′ Move (already included).
  • Plasma Projector: 50 Shots before recharging, 2d10 damage, Crit 20/x2, 40′ range increment, can be adjusted and used as a tool.
  • Minigrenade Launcher: 12 Shots, Cannot Critical, 4d10 damage in a 10′ radius, 40′ range.
  • Micro-Missile Launcher: 25 Shots, 4d8 damage, Crit 20/x2, Range Increment 80′, +4 bonus to hit.
  • Enhanced Claws: +4 to Climb, +2 to “unarmed” attacks and damage
  • Cybertendrils: These are micro-manipulator tendrils, and provide a +4 bonus to Escape Artist and any check requiring fine work, such as lockpicking, most repair checks, and many craft checks.
  • Medical Module (2, +2 on Fortitude Saves, adds +2 Bonus Uses to innate Grant of Aid)
  • Linespinner: “Throws” a fast-polymer sticky-tipped line up to 80 feet, it will support up to 600 pounds and rewind bearing up to 400. +8 to Climb.
  • Orientation System: Provides limited sonar (20′ radius), automatic mapping, and can usually determine directions and locations on available maps.
  • Chemical Analyzer: Provides basic analytic functions with an Int check. At the moment, this is mostly slaved to the medical module, since her chemistry skill is limited to general knowledge checks.
  • Chemical Synthesizer: Produces five doses of substances with L2 effects per day). Again, mostly slaved to the medical module to produce medications and antidotes at the moment.


Jamie’s Martial Arts:

Deathstrike (Str)

   The Deathstrike art is only for those who have natural claws, talons, or similar innate weapons – and who wish to put them to the most effective possible use. Unlike many martial arts, there are no “occult” techniques associated with Deathstrike: merely an efficient system for removing vital internal organs from your enemies.

  • Requires: Natural Weapons/Claws (or talons or whatever) capable of doing 1d6 or more.
  • Basic Techniques: Attack 4, Defenses 2, Power 3, Synergy (+2 to Acrobatics), and Strike.
  • Advanced/Master Techniques: Improved Trip, Sunder, Versatile, and Improved Disarm.
  • Occult Techniques: None
  • Known Techniques: Attack 4, Power 1, Strike, Synergy (+2 to Acrobatics), Improved Trip, Sunder, and Versatile.

Krav Maga Mark II (Str)

   Krav Maga Mark II is loosely based on an art for normal humans – hence the weapon kata, but has been reworked to exploit the superhuman strength and durability of its practitioners – smashing bones and ripping through flesh. Unfortunately, it’s origins limit the style: it has no occult techniques and is suitable for teaching to almost anyone – which means that it lacks the advanced abilities that an art designed for more talented individuals might possess.

  • Requires: Strength 20+, DR 4 or better.
  • Basic Techniques: Attack 2, Power 3, and Strike.
  • Advanced/Master Techniques: Crippling, Mighty Blow, Prone Combat, Weapon Kata/Dagger
  • Known Techniques; All of them. This art has been completely mastered.

Urban Staff Combat (Dex)

   The Urban Staff Combat system is actually a stripped-down version of the ancient – and far more mystical – Garuda Stave style from India. Truly advanced practitioners – those who come to truly understand the patterns of the basic moves incorporated into USC – may move on into the Occult Techniques of the Garuda Stave style.

  • Requires: Dex 12+ and BAB 3+ for USC. Moving on from the basics and mastering the Garuda Stave without a teacher also requires Wis 14+, Dex 14+, and BAB 6+. Obviously enough, this is a weapon-based art.
  • Basic Techniques: Attack 2, Defenses 4, Power 2, Strike, and Synergy (Theology).
  • Advanced/Master Techniques: Expertise, Improved Disarm, Whirlwind Attack, and Reach
  • Occult Techniques (Garuda Stave Only): Inner Strength, Ki Block, Wrath (Sacred Energy, grants resistance to Negative Energy – reducing attribute drains and damage from negativ energy by 4, reducing level drains by 2, and +6 on saves versus undead powers), and Vanishing.
  • Known Techniques: Attack 1, Defenses 4, Strike, Expertise, Improved Disarm, Whirlwind Attack, and Reach.

   Like all the Federation-Apocalypse characters, Jamie is built (in her case, by abusing) the rules from Eclipse: The Codex Persona – available in print HERE and in a shareware version HERE.

Shadowrun: The Gang Wars Log

   Here’s an account of an old SR II campaign – from about ten years ago now: It didn’t run all that long – which was something of a disappointment, since it was one of the few that I got to play in, rather than running. Still, there are several useful ideas to be found in it, so… Most of it’s from Douglas’s viewpoint, but it does try to at least describe what everyone else was up to.

Prequel: Douglas Parente’

   Douglas has a few vague memories of somewhere else before he came to live with Lehlan Parente’ – but the scattered images of his very early childhood tell him very little. He’s not even sure of just how long ago that was; even a “photographic memory” starts getting unreliable about early childhood. He thinks he’s 19 – but he could easily be a year or two off. Lehlan was unwilling to talk about how Douglas came to live with her – or about where he’d lived before.

   Perhaps she didn’t know.

   Lehlan’s little scams and connections supplemented the subsistence-level freebies that supported most of the barrens-dwellers a bit, but Douglas still spent a lot of time running the streets and scrounging for extra supplies. The local gangers took him in young; he had a talent for hacking vending machines and dispensers, low-security warehouse doors, and similar systems, with a cheap pocket cyberterminal. It wasn’t a big income in absolute terms – but it meant plentiful food, warm clothing, and a few extra NY. Not enough to draw the notice of the real heavy hitters, but it made a big difference on the street.

   He didn’t get in on the fights much. He was young and small – and his talents were handy otherwise.

   Over the years Douglas acquired a series of better terminals, a few bits of the cheaper, hacking-related, cyberware (but not much; it made him feel pretty odd), and a powerful loyalty to his gang. They’d taken him in and protected him when he needed help. Lehlan’s relatives were family as well, but they were a lot more distant – and a lot less plentiful.

   Douglas was in his teens, and adolescent, when his magical abilities began to unfold. He’d always had a superb memory, a remarkable ability to concentrate on things, and a vivid imagination, but he wasn’t really prepared for summoning spirits or casting spells.

   He did the same thing he always did when he wanted to know about something; he got on the matrix and began rummaging around.

   It was pretty confusing. Like most untutored mages he started off relying pretty heavily on fetishes and concentration (especially for the utility spells that helped support his relatives and gang), but he was clever enough to realize that he needed a teacher. Some more searching turned one up; “Lo Sung Wang”, an eccentric hermetic mage of Chinese extraction.

   Master Sung had gathered several adepts and lesser talents under his tutelage (His reasons for gathering a private magical group remain unknown), but was more then happy to recruit another full-powered mage. They were hard to find. Most of them left the barrens soon after coming into their power.

   Lehlan died when Douglas was around 16 (by his count anyway). There simply came a day when she didn’t wake up. If she had known anything more about Douglas’s past, she took it with her. Her relatives certainly didn’t; as far as they knew she’d simply picked him up somewhere and then decided to keep him.

   By then Douglas was a fairly advanced young mage – and one of the Wraith Masque’s major resources. He’s never tried to get beyond “lieutenant”; he feels that any gang leader needs both formidable physical combat and intimidation skills – neither his forte.

   Douglas has never really added up just how much the Wraith Masque relies on his powers. He heals their wounds and diseases, changes faces on those who get too hot, provides a sizable chunk of the drugs they sell, acts as magical backup in maintaining their territory, can swiftly locate valuables during break-ins, does their hacking, has watcher spirits keep an eye on the rival gangs, enhances their abilities – and makes sure that they have enough to eat.

   While it is possible that Lehlan really did “just pick up” a stray kid off the streets, it’s really far more likely that she had some ulterior motive to take care of him at first. She probably got attached to him pretty quickly – his innate charisma, minor psychic talents, and the natural adhesiveness of a small child would make that a foregone conclusion – but it’d still take time. The fact that she was never willing to discuss the matter pretty much implies that there was something a bit odd about her motive; she might’ve been making up for something in her past, or doing someone a “favor” out of friendship – but, knowing her, a bribe to keep a kid safely out of sight for a while seems likely.

   So; was he kidnaped? A hostage? Part of a study on the development of clones in various environments? Child of some mysterious occult entity? A genetically engineered experiment? An embarrassing bastard? Hidden from enemies? Why hasn’t anyone ever come to get him? Did someone die? Do they think he died? Did someone lose track of him? Will they be coming later – or if something happens? Would there be competitors? Would his life suddenly change drastically? Would there be more then one “claimant”? Were some of the minor odd encounters he’s had more meaningful then he felt they were? What will the GM elect to do with a young mage with a mysterious past? For answers to these and other questions, we must refer you to the actual game.


Episode One : Deathbringer Versus The UPS.

   Douglas was rummaging around on the matrix looking at spell formulas – the online temples of Bast and Loki offered some for free that looked pretty entertaining – when a massive, armored, monstrosity of a cyber-troll came stomping up and banged on his door.

   Douglas nearly bailed out the back then and there; the damn thing was carrying around enough weapons and explosives to level the building. The only thing that kept him from doing so was that the – the whatever it was – was claiming (loudly) that Master Sung had sent it.

   It was too big to get in the door anyway. He left it on the lawn – with a masking spell, god alone knew what kind of trouble something like THAT would draw – and called Master Sung.

   Master Sung HAD sent it. He had an errand that he wanted Douglas and Seriv to run and had thought that it “might be useful”. He never did explain where it’d come from in the first place. The “errand” was simple enough; it seemed that he’d had a crate full of herbs – some sort of ritual component – shipped from China, and some miserable bureaucrat had refused to turn it over to him. He wasn’t too clear as to why. It might’ve simply been that he’d upset the guy somehow (He often seemed to have something of a talent for that) – but, knowing Master Sung, it was probably simply that he’d neglected to get all the paperwork filled out. There was probably some inspection, or permit, or something required to bring vegetation into the country.

   As for why he hadn’t simply taken it – the offices were just across from the local Lone Star station. It wouldn’t have been a good idea. By now it would have been shipped back to the warehouse. He wanted Douglas and Seriv to drop by the place and swipe it for him.

   Fortunately, the shipping and storage depot was down near the docks instead of next to Lone Star. “Armed” with a description of the crate, their magical skills – and a an eleven-foot tall golemesque monstrosity with assorted heavy weapons under a mask spell – Douglas and Seriv headed down to check out the warehouse.

   It was pretty basic. A low-power electrical fence behind a light security fence, a warehouse, a vehicle shed for the forklifts and trucks, and a yard full of shipping containers. A few security types keeping an eye on the trucks that went in and out.

   Douglas and Seriv were trying to figure out how they could sneak in when the troll-thing announced that it had detected enemies, stomped in through the gateway, and blew away the security guard who tried to intercept it’s advance. Douglas and Seriv pulled back under the cover of one of Douglas’s minor air elementals. This wasn’t what they’d had in mind. Douglas dropped the masking as well – hopefully the guards would join the rout just as soon as they saw what they were actually up against.

   They never got the chance. Deathbringer had it’s machine gun out, and was spraying the entire area. This was hard on the guards and those employees who hadn’t managed to hide in time.

   Douglas wiped the “signature” of his magic off the lunatic thing; he didn’t want to risk being connected to THIS. Everybody was out of sight, or dead, and cops with heavy weapons were likely to be showing up in the next few minutes. There wasn’t any hope of survival for the troll-thing now.

   That was probably a good thing. Those poor buggers on security detail had only been doing their jobs.

   Still, after this the security would tighten up, and Lone Star would be all over the place. They wouldn’t have a chance this good again for weeks. Douglas and Seric used levitation and invisibility to hop the fence and get in while the getting was good.

   The offices were none too impressive – it was just a warehouse after all – and the secretary was huddled under the desk. A quick mindprobe courtesy of Seric got them the access code to the computer. Sadly, the place had nothing that was really worth stealing and it looked like the Masters herbs had already been transshipped. Seriv’s nature spirit couldn’t find the crate either, and the shipping code explanations were encrypted.

   The blast of an assault cannon shot, followed by a sudden drop in the gunfire, pretty much told them the fate of the cybertroll. Douglas sent an elemental to check; he was dead alright. How had he ever survived long enough to grow up and collect all that gear with that kind of mentality?

   The secretary didn’t have the encryption key. They tried the computer in the administrator’s office, but it actually had some active security programs on it – more then Douglas felt like sticking around to tinker with while the cops closed in. They considered simply lifting the damned thing – there wasn’t anything else around the warehouse light enough and valuable enough to snatch – but they didn’t want to attract attention to their intrusion with that many cops about. Douglas settled for copying the files over to his terminal; the system didn’t really object to running the backup subroutine.

   They skipped out just ahead of the cops. Between Seric’s spirit “concealment”, Douglas’s invisibility spell, levitation, and the confusion – and bomb disposal team – surrounding the troll’s corpse, no one noticed them leaving.

   Master Sung was not pleased to hear that his herbs had been shipped with no forwarding address. Douglas offered to try to get him more herbs by sending a few elementals to China, but Sung wanted HIS crate; it’d been sent by a friend of his.

   Douglas settled down to cracking the encryption. His cyberterminal wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t like the lousy warehouse was going to have heavy security. After all – the system hadn’t made any fuss about him simply backing up everything on it.

   It took some fumbling, and a fair chunk of the night and morning, but he got it deciphered eventually; The box had been shipped to some sort of magical security group – “Federated Company Enterprises”, specializing in bodyguards and magical aides. It looked like they only had 6 people – and no offices – but it was still dismaying. Their edge was magic; they weren’t really up to dealing with magical security specialists.

   Douglas let the Master know about it. He seemed pretty – amused? He said that there was actually only one guy in the “company” – and that he was incompetent. He’d encountered him awhile back. He just liked to use multiple ID’s, so that the amount of failure that “stuck to” any one of them would be limited. His real name was Vetari.

   The Master faded off into grinning memories. He still wanted his herbs though – although he was up to offering a specific (5000 NY) fee for them though.

   Douglas settled down to trying to trace Mr Vetari. It wasn’t hard to locate his real address. Evidently he really wasn’t all that competent, at least when it came to dealing with the Matrix. Mr Vetari lived over in Renton.

   Seriv elected to simply call him – and to try to set up a meet under “cover” of trying to hire on. He told him about some horrendous things he’d supposedly been up to (Douglas listened in a bit. Wasn’t that from episode 217 of “Rampage The Mage”? Still, he told it really convincingly). The guy didn’t even want to turn on his video pickup – much less meet him. It might’ve – OK, almost certainly had been – a mistake for Seriv to go on so about his raw destructive power.

   Douglas had to check in with the gang a bit. The lookout was so looped out on Bliss that an army could have wandered by him. Douglas telepathically fed him a horrendous little nightmare about “What happened to the last guy who zoned out on guard duty” to make the point. Pretty much left him quivering. Still, there didn’t seem to be anything up at the moment. They had some time.


Episode Two : In which there are yet more dead guys.

   They went to check out the physical address. It turned out to be a small southwestern style home with a tiny patch of lawn, a conventionally-dull exterior, and a fairly high-powered set of wards – but no signs of physical security beyond the usual cameras.

   There wasn’t supposed to be anything illegal, odd, or even really valuable, about Master Sung’s package. They weren’t here to get into a war. Douglas and Seriv decided to simply ring the doorbell and ask about it.

   Nobody answered and the door was open. Seriv stepped in and asked a minor hearth spirit to look around; it reported that there were several dead people – but no live ones – around. Not so good, but if anyone wanted to set them up it was already too late.

   The dead guys were in the kitchen. Two in business suits, one in regular street clothes. He had a bullet through the head. The suits had apparently suffocated; it looked like something had clamped across their noses and mouths hard enough to squeeze the blood out. they’d all been around a table and had fallen back. No ID’s, no apparently magical traces – although they could’ve been “Silenced” or “Cleansed” – no obvious clues, and no herb package – although there was an impression on the bedroom rug which would’ve been about the correct size. One of the dead guys had some red marks around his wrists; could’ve been cuffs, but it could’ve been a lot of other things too.

   Douglas tried Cataloging the place. Maybe there would be something worthwhile about – and the spell was a lot faster then a physical search.

   All that turned up was a newly-arrived package out on the porch – and some sort of communications setup in the attic/crawlspace. Seriv had his hearth spirit get the gear while Douglas checked the package.

   The “gear” was a secure comlink setup. The package was a series of photographs demonstrating that they’d been under surveillance for hours now – and a computer- enhanced photographic threat, depicting Master Sung’s boarding house exploding with a time stamp indicating 45 minutes from now.

   Douglas sent a lesser spirit – which was apparently banished along the way – called (no answer), tried to get one of the other students to go over (no luck), and headed out with Seriv. They had to park the bikes – rush hour was holding them up too much – but a bit of elemental help boosted Seriv’s “Flight” spell nicely.

   They sounded the alarm – and sent spirits to hurry everyone out – as soon as they arrived. Douglas ran down to Master Sung’s suite and found it locked. No one answered either – but he could sense someone alive in there.

   He had Centaurous “manifest” inside to let him in. The door was jammed shut – so they just kicked a hole in the plasterboard.

   Master Sung was there all right. He’d been shot, poisoned, and otherwise abused. If it hadn’t been for his enhancement spells, he’d have been dead. Douglas could heal him enough to stabilize him – but he still needed hospitalization.

   Douglas had Centaurous manifest around Master Sung to stop the bleeding and levitate him out of the building. They made it out a minute or two ahead of the explosion. It took out the entire building. Must’ve hit a major support pillar. Either excellent planning – or really bad luck. Either way, there were no survivors, and very little to salvage – at least according to the spirits they sent to look.

   As they found out later, someone blew up the bikes they’d parked at about the same time. So much for the fancy communications gear.

   They airlifted Master Sung to the public hospital.

   The emergency room took him, but wouldn’t let them in at all; too dirty. There wasn’t much they could do for him anyway.

   “Cutter”, leader of the Wraith Masque, called them about then. It seemed that the Kinsmen were pushing the turf borders, and there was about to be a rumble. Douglas swore to himself; he’d barely be able to make it there in time. He wouldn’t be able to get any real preparations in.

   The contingent from the Kinsmen was mostly dwarves and trolls. Fortunately, the rumble was still at the insult-trading stage when Douglas and Seriv arrived. It gave them time to get a few spells and spirits ready. They sent a couple around to try to chase away “stray witnesses” – since keeping your resources quiet was always a tactical plus – and stayed back to provide fire support.

   The spirits ran off a few observers, and things were just getting serious when somebody threw some sort of linear (?) area-effect elemental flame blast thru the middle of the Masquers. Most of the ones who took the full blast were incinerated instantly.

   The Kinsmen hadn’t been expecting THAT. They began falling back in a panic; they didn’t want to get into any major magical confrontations. Unfortunately for them, falling back didn’t help them a bit. Cutter had gone berserk, while Douglas and Seriv had just seen a dozen friends burned to death. Seriv uncorked his own fireballs, while Douglas sent lesser elementals to kill whoever’d thrown that spell and went to work with his own arcane weaponry.

   Most of the Kinsmen contingent didn’t make it very far. Those who got away had watcher spirits on their tales, so as to lead Douglas and Seriv to anyone else who might be in the gang.

   Douglas had some problems of his own however. A heavily armed operative of some sort had a very heavy pistol pointed at his head. He was going on about how much trouble it had been to keep Douglas out of some operation – and how it was now time for Douglas to die.

   Douglas had his fire elementals try to set fire to the bastard, but he had some sort of protection.

   At least two mages and a heavily-cybered operative type? What the hell was going on? Why Him?

   It was at about that time that Centaurous told him that someone had just stripped away the man’s magical protections. Douglas’s street reflexes kicked in; the man’s guard was down; hit him now, ask questions later.

   Douglas’s sphere of lightning took him out – along with anyone else who might have been lurking about to back him up. In fact, the electrical pulse messed up the power grid – what there is of it in Redmond – for several blocks. It didn’t leave much to investigate, or to salvage. The mage’s dead body – the elementals had found him unconscious from the drain of his spell – didn’t yield much either. A phony ID, and a few NY worth of ordinary gear.

   No sign of whatever had persuaded him to take that kind of drain for a strike against some gangers.

   Douglas and Seriv joined the hunt. Between their occult talents, knockout drugs, and Cutter’s rampage, they captured or killed the remaining Kinsmen and their hangers-on – claiming everything they’d had along the way.

   It wasn’t much compared to the cost, but every little bit was a help.

   Douglas spent a couple of days working on the ones he’d captured. Four were suited to join the Masque’s string of prostitutes. He prepared the rest for sale; that fate would be a fitting vengeance for their part in the deaths of his friends. Drugs and magic would leave them docile and healthy, he hadn’t time for the extensive alterations that would have increased their value. He barely had time to kick them around a bit.

   They brought a decent price, although the Komun’Go claimed their usual share. Most of the rest of the loot, along with a boost to the Masque’s supply of drugs, went to building up the gang again. They’d taken part of the Kinsmen’s old territory – but were undermanned enough that they’d lost several blocks to other gangs.

   Meanwhile Douglas moved, went on some minor astral quests, joined a health club, and visited Master Sung (Who was pretty cross. He felt abused and that all of this had been aimed at Douglas. It was not the place of the student to get the master into such trouble!!! Besides, he was very tired of hospital food). Douglas was pleased he’d made it anyway.

   Whisper got into touch despite the move. He/She/It had a message for Douglas; He should expect a letter from a potential patron.

   It arrived the next day.


Episode III : Plumbing The Depths.

   With the gang seriously undermanned it looked like they needed some better weapons. Holdout pistols were all very well, and were usually enough, but the heavy ones had more authority and intimidation value.

   They also cost money.

   That was a small problem; they didn’t have much in the way of cash. Still, with magic there was always a way.

   Douglas and Seriv dropped by the “working” side of town with some binoculars. With Centaurous to help, it wasn’t too hard to probe the minds of some factory workers. Bachelors with a little bit of spare cash were the best for the purpose.

   Good candidates got mind-controlled and steered into weapons shops – where they bought a few heavy pistols and whatever random accessories they had the spare cash for and the salesman was pushing today. They then left the package in a nearby alleyway (Where a city spirit collected it as soon as their backs were turned), got told to “Forget”, and had the magical signature wiped away – all at long range.

   Just for caution’s sake, Douglas and Seriv kept up some concealment effects, and skipped to another part of town every few victims.

   It didn’t take them long to acquire a fair pile of guns. Making them untraceable took a bit longer, but everyone on the street knew how to do that. Not a bad haul for a few hours work.

   That made it almost time for the meeting with “Mr. Johnson”. They’d been a bit paranoid about that, but there were easier methods to set up a trap. Hell, a sniper could probably take out any one of them easily enough.

   “Mr. Johnson” turned out to be a short and lightly built human by the name of Janus. He was a go-between for some people who wanted to remain anonymous, at least for the moment. He also liked art, which was why he’d set up the meet at the Almarin Gallery; they had a fairly decent exhibit on “Sketches Of The Great Naturalists” this week (reproductions, but good ones) – and he didn’t like to negotiate. He approached Seriv first – and tried to just hand them the “job” without any mention of payment. Seriv and Douglas, on the other hand, felt that that was missing an important middle step… What was wanted was fairly simple; a minor Wuxing office was going to be getting an important EMail in about two hours. Their would-be employers wanted it. They were supposed to get into the appropriate third-floor offices, download it from the recipients’s system, and get out. In exchange they’d each get a modest payment – 3000NY – and learn who it was that was trying to kill them and/or their friends.

   They took the job.

   There was no time for anything too elaborate. It’d take close to fifteen minutes just to get there.

   At least the building didn’t look to have all that much in the way of security. Presumably there wasn’t much call for it normally – and any business hated to spend unnecessary money. Hmmm.

   It took about thirty minutes to get a battered toolbox full of old wrenches and such. Magically changing their clothes to damp stained overalls, ragged work gloves, and soggy shoes – without their gang colors – only took another couple of minutes.

   On their way through the door, Serivsent a hearth spirit up to make a mess of the third-floor plumbing. Some fast talk, grease on the secretary’s desk, water trickling down the stairs (courtesy of a little water elemental), and some debate with the building manager got them sent up with a guard to repair things before too much water damage was done. Ok, they were being accompanied by a guard – but they could probably deal with him without much trouble. There was less then an hour to go now.

   Douglas kept claiming that he had a feel for these things (An almost reasonable claim for a minor talent these days). He got the guard to hold a wrench while Seriv “went to shut off the main valve”. Seriv actually sent the hearth spirit to do that – while he looked for the office they wanted. Some pesky minor executive was using it.

   Seriv had his hearth spirit spill his (hot) coffee in the man’s lap. He headed for the bathroom, where Douglas doused him with water. (Don’t yell like that! It’ll stop the burning and keep the stain from setting! Keep calm, here, just step into the stall and give me your pants and coat, I’ll dry `em out with the blow drier.)

   The executive promptly drafted their guard to keep everybody else OUT of that third-floor bathroom until he had his clothes back. Douglas had to soothe him a bit with mind control once – but it kept him out of the way.

   Some mending spells, some cleaning – and some help from a “great form” water elemental behind the guards back – got the plumbing repaired and the mess cleared up in short order.

   Seriv got the file and the all-clear from Douglas, and had the hearth spirit turn on the water on again.

   They then headed down to the front desk to present their bill. OK, it was 3000NY for less then two hours work – but they HAD fixed the plumbing and it was still cheaper then most plumbers.

   Nothing like getting the victim to pay for burglarizing his place.


Episode IV : ARRRGH MATIES! We Be Spelljamming!

   Being incurably nosy, Douglas made a spare copy of the Email. It was encrypted of course – but you never knew; people hardly every used high-order encryptions on their Email. After that, it was time to head for the meet. It was at a nearby “Golden Archers” – part of a major sloppy soy chain, famous for it’s “Archburgers”.

   This was not going to be a good experience.

   The service was awful. The guy behind the counter was an idiot. The food was HORRENDOUS. If it hadn’t been for the fact that it would probably have sparked a massive surge in business due to the improvement in taste, they might’ve given into the urge to shove the guy behind the counter thru the french-fry strainer and deep-fry him.

   Douglas and Seriv managed to restrain themselves – although it wasn’t easy. Still, if the “you are what you eat” routine was accurate, most of the customer’s should have been oozing out the door. Maybe it was an invasion scheme by the “Slimes From Saturn”. At least new coke VI wasn’t THAT bad – compared to the food.

   “Mr Johnson” wasn’t happy with the food either. He also looked exactly like Janus – but claimed that his name was “John”, and that “Jason” was his twin brother. He stuck the downloaded disk into a pocket secretary, looked at it, and handed it to them. They thing was apparently loaded with a decryptor program; the EMail contained a bunch of information about some weird old stone tablets – extremely illegal to export under the antiquities laws alone – and the picture-signature of one “Shin-Chin”, a major figure in Wuxing. It seemed that “John’s” employers had an ongoing feud with him.

   It also seemed that the tablets contained ancient, vastly powerful, and severely illegal (If anyone knew what they were) magical formula – and had been smuggled out of China in Master Sung’s herb crate. Shin-Chin’s counterparts in China had kidnaped and/or eliminated Master Sung’s brother – since they needed his box and it’s magical ambience to conceal the tablets in – and he was one of the few living Wu Yen who might be able to translate the runes or who knew enough spirit lore to defend against those spells. THEIR elimination had apparently been ordered locally as a “minor” security precaution. Mr Shin-Chin was a Wu Jen, a student of both Lao-Tzu’s “The Art Of War” and magical tactics – and was very clever to boot. He believed in “eliminating” potential “difficulties” before they became problems. He was currently working out of Wuxing’s primary west coast facilities – right next to the magical security offices and research labs.

   This was not good. Trying to negotiate would just reveal that they knew who was after them, making them an even BIGGER target. John might be lying of course – but why bother? THEY could’ve been bribed for a lot less then that sloppy “hit” would’ve cost (Whether in money, loyalty, or favors), their little run would’ve sufficed for a trap, and using someone else’s attempt at a hit to manipulate them required a coincidence of knowledge and motive that looked pretty unlikely.

   Wuxing – or some group therin – was trying to kill them using corporate resources – and had already killed a bunch of their friends.

   Weeeelllllll SHIT.

   Douglas and Seriv quietly collected a bit of info on Wuxing, and about their main North American facility. It was, of course, in Seattle. Down by the docks and company warehouses. Evidently keeping everything in one place made it easier to maintain security – which was a fairly typical mid-level corporate setup. After all, it was their main business office. People had to go in and out all the time.

   Security was probably much tighter on the really important areas.

   They did a little brainstorming. They could skip out of course, but that left their friends unavenged, might not work, and took lots more money then they had. Getting the hit order cancelled had the same problems squared and would probably take a run as well. Getting “protected” would leave them so obligated that they’d never get our from under. Ignoring it would be fatal. Well – what you can’t evade, deflect, defend against, or ignore must be confronted.

   At least if they took out Wuxing’s local resources it was pretty likely that the kill order was a purely Seattle-office matter – especially if it’d originated with some internal faction.

   So how could they accomplish that?

   A direct strike looked sort of suicidal. Going up against an experienced mage-tactician and the magical security department of a major corp was not a job for a couple of gangers.

   They thought about indirect methods while going to inform Master Sung about his brother (And to warn the gang to try to keep under cover a while. Poisons and bombs and such were so unfocused. They didn’t have a handy horde of samurai and they didn’t have the time to try to manipulate someone else into attacking. Maybe a water-based attack? There’d be some security there as well, so a ride in would be better. Hmm. A ride. Wuxing did a lot of shipping out of the place. Major ships in and out all the time.

   There was nothing for overcoming tactics and skill – or age and treachery – or numbers and resources – like overwhelming force.

   The plan was simple enough; They’d take one of the Corps major ships, use spirits to multiply it’s speed and crash it straight into the building. If they used a big enough ship (and spirit) there would be nothing left.

   They’d need a rigger. They’d also need some idea of what what kind of security Wuxing had on their big ships. Fortunately, the Komun’Go had access to both, and they could supplement that information with a bit of magical spying.

   Douglas and Seriv did say that they’d consider the Komun’Go’s offer of employment, but that they weren’t quite ready for that yet. They couldn’t abandon their friends in the Masque. Fortunately, the Komun’Go was willing to settle for a shot at Wuxing and their usual share of any loot.

   The ships had pretty good physical security; quite a contingent of guards and heavy weapons traveled on the bigger ships. They had good instruments as well. They didn’t have much in the way of magical security. There might be some minor mystic aboard – but it just wasn’t likely.

   The biggest one leaving in the next few days would be a major cargo carrier headed for China. It would be carrying a selection of manufactured goods, lower-end electronics and computers, and other junk. Valuable in bulk, but not really worth any massive efforts.

   The Komun’Go rigger was a Korean Elf with no lower legs. He – inevitably – went by the name of “Stumpy”. He had a small fast craft of his own – although it wouldn’t be possible to load more than .5% of the 1200 cargo-container capacity of the target ship on it – but the bay was full of similar small craft. Less loot, but it would make it fairly easy to get close.

   Douglas stocked up with chemicals, some plastique, gas masks, and radio detonators – just in case. There was always the chance that something’d go wrong.

   Seric got some heavier guns and, with some help from Douglas, called up a powerful sea spirit and arranged for some basic physical disguises.

   The spirit proved more then strong enough to cloak Stumpy’s boat. Once they were within a few hundred feet of the ship, Douglas had all of his “great form” air elementals “suck up” a supply of contact knockout gas and board while an earth elemental blocked access to the communications gear. Thanks to Seriv’s flight spell they boarded right behind the elementals.

   With the air elementals to take it around and engulf people the gas attack proved extremely effective. It took less then a minute to knock out everyone aboard. Thanks to their ability to engulf small groups, there was no alarm. With no one to oppose him Stumpy easily took over the ships piloting and security systems. It went so nice and clean that Douglas didn’t even have to use any of his contingency plans.

   Sort of disappointing that.

   They stashed the crew, then probed the captain for all the passwords and scheduling data and put him under basic mental control. They needed an excuse to turn around. Fortunately it was easy enough to fake a minor engine problem that would drastically delay the ship without a few hours work in port.

   Meanwhile, Stumpy set the course, and began stealing what he could. His ship could only handle six shipping containers but – thanks to their access to the manifest – they were some of the most valuable. He swiped quite a lot of the ship’s weapons while he was at it – with the help of Douglas’s elementals in moving crates and operating the winches and hoists.

   They dropped a few more shipping containers over the side for possible later salvage, but that was all there was time for.

   Stumpy “disposed of” the Captain and wiped out any computer surveillance records while Douglas and Seriv wiped out the magical traces. Maybe some backup they missed (and which somehow survived the coming catastrophe) would show people with gas masks on, but there would be no other traces for anyone to find.

   They abandoned the ship and went fishing.

   The ship went to full, emergency, speed about half a mile out from Wuxing. With the assistance of a very powerful sea spirit it hit at almost 400 MPH.

   There wasn’t much left, even before the fuel and the armory went up. Douglas didn’t even need to send in a fire elemental to make sure of the destruction.

   Wuxing was out a pile of executives, their primary facility in North America, their security department, and hundreds of millions of NuYen. The North American division was GONE -along with those weird tablets.

   Hopefully the kill order had gone with it – or was at least in the “obsolete” pile. They’d have to sit on the loot for quite a while – but there were enough generic weapons in a couple of the crates to make the Masque one of the best equipped gangs in Seattle.

   Lone Star was besieged by theories (Most of them a lot more likely-sounding then the truth), but brought in a verdict of “Accident”.


Episode V : The Gods Must Be Crazy

   Things were quiet in the barrens. The local `Stars were having a major crackdown, the Wuxing disaster in Tacoma had the corps split between rampant paranoia and eager attempts to seize Wuxing’s remaining assets and North American market share, and the politicians were busy posturing between campaigns. Even the Seattle crime syndicates seemed to be between wars.

   Dull, Dull, Dull.

   Douglas and Seriv were celebrating. Master Sung’s latest “graduate” (a young master conjurer) was ready to go forth and summon. They were even considering forming their own initiatory magical group. It seemed like a good idea. Of course, a magical group needed an avatar spirit to guide it. Normally it took months to summon one – but most groups didn’t have a genuine master summoner who could conjure almost anything.

   The more they drank the more the idea sounded like it’d be worth a try.

   They laid out an uneven circle of couch cushions and embellished it with mystic runes made out of pretzels and the watchtowers of light (two lightsticks, an old flashlight, and a citronella candle). Mage, Conjurer, Shaman, and Allies – variously intoxicated – gathered about a keg to intone their badly-slurred invocation.

   And they were answered. A waiting for promises to be fulfilled. Svaha. The time between the lightning and the thunder.


   Well – Avatar spirits were supposed to reflect the nature of the group that summoned them. This seemed a bit extreme, but the three were inebriated enough to go along with it.

   It seemed that the brewery had insufficient orders and exposure to the general population. It was having trouble with the “Seattle Temperance Union (Pennfield Independent Delegation)” and had been having some minor equipment problems, which they couldn’t afford to fix until they got more orders.

   The quest lay before them.

   The first thing to do was to get into a few of the local restaurants. It was easy enough to simply “fade into the background” and wait until the places closed… Between invisibility, hearth spirits to conceal them, magical searches for security systems and various other tricks, it wasn’t hard. Douglas really wasn’t up to major hacking, but getting into restaurant inventory and ordering systems wasn’t exactly in that category.

   Ordering massive quantities of Michjensin beer was pretty easy. Setting up some links so that any future beer orders would be automatically shunted there was a bit harder – but he managed. They’d have to restore their entire system, or hire a serious (and expensive) programmer, to get rid of his modifications.

   They pulled the same routine at a bunch of places.

   A few complimentary kegs delivered to local Thrash Metal bands, fraternities, and bars, got the word out fairly quickly.

   They helped out at the brewery by calling up a few hearth Manitou. They could handle minor repairs, help out with minor tasks in the brewing, and otherwise be helpful. With Douglas’s enhancement spells to help them out, they called up some pretty potent spirits.

   Dealing with the people from S.T.U.P.I.D was next. Fortunately the group didn’t contain any magi or even anyone important. They were just a bunch of “normal”, if pretty puritanical, busybodies.

   You’d’ve thought that they could find some genuine issues – BTL’s, the nastier drugs, organlegging, and so on – to get up in arms about. Was it just that booze was traditional or something?

   They attended a meeting – and proceeded to wreak a little havoc. They loaded the punch with Vodka, made sure that enough coffee was served to make wide-awake drunks out of everyone, and made liberal use of mind- control spells to wipe out the groups treasury (investing half of it in a difficult-to-revoke booze stock fund – and using the other half to fund their depredations), set some of the men up with street prostitutes, set women to heaving rocks through liquor-store windows, made a mess which’d cost them their deposit, stopped payment on their advertisements – to ensure that no one would take one from them again – and put “Ninety-Nine Bottles Of Beer On The Wall” on the sound system on a perpetual high- volume loop.

   The various members had never been so humiliated and embarrassed in their lives.

   They tried not to make it obvious, but the members soon noticed that the newcomers were not suffering as much as they were. They couldn’t prove that most of it was the groups doing without any magic of their own – but they made them really unwelcome.

   The hall manager gave them 5000NY each to go away.

   The beer gods paid well. There was a side benefit as well; it’d be a long time before anyone would give a story that they’d been involved in anything serious any credit at all.


Episode VI : A Corpsicle From The Evil Humor Spirit

   In the morning there was an unpleasant surprise in the street – Cad, one of the newbies in the gang, had been stabbed, desiccated, and frozen. Serious overkill; he was really, throughly, dead. There were a few traces of some sort of “cold” astral signature about him, but not much; it was only a few hours old, but it had been pretty throughly erased. They managed to trail it about half a mile before the trace faded out. Either better shields, time, masking from other disturbances, a departed spirit – or whoever had been leaving it had shifted modes of transport.

   No physical clues, no description, no witnesses.

   Well bugger.

   At least the newscasters said pretty much the same thing about the Wuxing disaster.

   Come to think of it they hadn’t seen Jimmy (one of the older gang members) in several days. That wasn’t too unusual, but it might be worth a look.

   Nobody else had seen him either. Jimmy actually had a regular job at a local bar, so he had a SIN – which made it easier to go looking. Douglas checked the arrest filings, the news reports, and various matrix entries. Seriv went around the area and checked with everyone there, while Yohan checked the bar where Jimmie worked, his boss the usual bar patrons, and his route home.

   All they turned up was one drunk, who thought that he might’ve seen somebody go down a dead-end alleyway and not come back.

   Well what the hell. It was the only thing they had that even made a pretense of being a clue.

   The alleyway wasn’t quite a dead end. It has a few locked doors that opened into it (they looked through them astrally and found nothing much), some old fencing sealing the gap between buildings (no big deal to get over), and a lot of scuffed-up trash. Maybe a fight? A quick search turned up some bits of bloody cloth and a knife with blood on it – but not much else. The blood was too old to be a very good link, but it was better then nothing. They used it to provide a “scent” for some searching spirits.

   That was still absurdly difficult, but it led them to Jimmy’s corpse. It was in a sewer just past the edge of their turf. He was in about the same shape as Cad had been – stabbed dozens of times, desiccated, and frozen. The signature had been wiped again, but there were astral traces of some sort of self-sustaining mask that made it hard to locate the body magically, much less find out anything. Now that was something new (and would be a very handy technique if they could figure out how to duplicate it. There didn’t seem to be any robbery-motive involved anyway; all of his stuff still seemed to be on him. Late night in the barrens nobody’d seen a thing. No physical clues, or at least nothing they could sort out from the mess in the sewers. They checked the general area, just in case there was a ritual chamber, cult temple, or some other lead in the vicinity. Hopefully no one would’ve wanted to haul a body too far.

   No clues, no witnesses, no magical traces, nothing on the matrix (including the paranormal critter database), no pattern of disappearances, no references to anything that killed like that, no motive or suspect, and any amount of opportunity. Even the other gangs’d been being quiet recently.

   Well bugger.

   They arranged a funeral of sorts. It wasn’t like he’d had any deep religious convictions or any family that they knew of outside the gang.

   They got a break a little later. Somebody had seen something; A short Ork in a big hurry. “Sort of weird looking”. Not much of a trail, but it did match what little they’d been able to find of the magical one, even if there were no physical traces.

   They got it “narrowed down” to nine square blocks. Even in the barrens that covered a lot of buildings and one hell of a lot of people and places to hide – and they had nothing but a capsule description.

   Worse, even the discription might not mean anything. The guy had, or at least had access to, serious magic. A disguise was pretty easy when you just wanted to change your looks a bit – even without powers – and whatever-it-was had already demonstrated the ability to cloak it’s astral trail beyond their ability to detect it.

   So; One or more persons, who might or might not be Orks – and who might or might not have anything to do with the murders – might or might not be somewhere in any one of nine blocks. He, she, or it might or might not have an “aura” of cold that a mage could assense.

   Well bugger.

   Oh well. Whatever-it-was might have left some magical traces if it did “live” around here. They could send out some spirits to look for that. They could do some astral peeking of their own. Yohan consulted spirits and Loa, Seriv went sniffing around for Orks, and Douglas simply went around asking about general weirdness. It was the one thing they knew for sure; whatever-it-was was very dangerous and VERY weird, and barrens-dwellers were soon either very good at spotting that – or were very dead.

   Of course they usually didn’t talk about what they saw, but Douglas was a telepath. Admittedly not much of one, but it helped.

   Yohan and Douglas didn’t have much luck. There did seem to be traces of that “cold” aura about, but they couldn’t pin it down. Seriv’s direct approach proved unexpectedly fruitful; an Ork in a bar tried to shoot them.

   They blasted him unconscious almost as a reflex.

   Well he fit the description. The gun he was using looked a lot like the one they’d given to Jimmy. The aura was a bit “cold”, he had some cash – and he had no credstick or other ID.

   The bartender wanted them to kill him outside. It looked like they didn’t put up with anybody pulling a gun inside.

   The group took him elsewhere.

   They had some elementals stand guard and set about trying to get something out of his mind. They didn’t have much luck – until 10:00, when he abruptly got up and slammed Douglas across the room. Douglas replied with a lightning bolt which virtually incinerated the Ork – and unleashed some weird, skull-like, spirit that let lose a supernatural wail and a subzero tornado. It blasted the elementals as it emerged and hit Douglas hard enough to disrupt his allied spirit. Fortunately Seriv was pretty good at fire magic.

   Of course that left them with a large crater, and no information at all. Douglas put out a report on the incident – he might as well put his name on a strange new form of spirit and hope that it helped screw over any more of them that turned up.

   Seriv was getting nervous. It looked like their concentrated talents were drawing magical creatures and putting their friends in danger. He’d had some dreams that his totem was calling him to spend some time out in the wilderness as well recently.

   Something about too much beer.

   Douglas felt that they needed cash NOW. He turned the loot from the ship over to the Komun’go for a far lower cut then they’d been hoping for.

   Oh well, the money had never been the real point.


Episode VII : Departures

   Meanwhile the Komun’Go were getting nervous. It didn’t really look like anyone would be able to trace the destruction at Wuxing back to them easily, but it was still a risk.

   Master Sung didn’t really know what had happened – but he suspected. He was unlikely to tell; Wuxing had murdered his brother and tried to kill him – but even a little knowledge could be deadly. The few surviving Masquers who’d been undrugged enough to know what was going on when Douglas and Seriv warned them that Wuxing had been behind the attack were unlikely to link them to destruction on such a scale. They’d probably think that that was what the guns had been for. They could be memory-wiped at leisure once Douglas and Seriv were out of the way anyway. “John” knew that Douglas and Seric had been targeted by Wuxing, but that wasn’t too uncommon – and what he’d seen of their style had looked a lot softer. The actual Komun’Go members could be managed easily. The lower level ones could get a bit of memory-wiping and the higher-ups were safe enough.

   There wasn’t much physical evidence. Stumpy’d made sure to wipe the security recordings. There’d likely be enough physical evidence to prove that the wreck’d been intentional, but there really wasn’t anything to actually identify anyone.

   They hadn’t stolen much of the cargo – and what they had had been pretty generic. The Komun’Go could dump it totally anonymously with ease.

   It was witnesses that they were worried about. Had some satellite been focusing on the area? Even with a sea spirit hiding Stumpy’s little ship could somebody have seen too much? Those were risks that they had no way to anticipate. They might be small, but there was a lot at stake.

   Seriv was leaving anyway. If they just got Douglas and Yohan out of Seattle it’d break the major links and let them cover up the little ones.

   It should be easy enough. Just appeal to the pairs paranoia and slip them some NY. Their share in the cash from fencing the cargo should cover that.

   It was easy. Douglas and Yohan took the hint – even if Yohan didn’t really know what it was all about.

   They didn’t have any records. They promptly wiped out their physical and mystic traces, changed their appearance and physical characteristics, and skipped out. Some high-powered concealment, a change of clothing and minor items, and some footwork pretty much guaranteed losing any tracers or followers.

   That left them wondering where to go from here. Of course, if they didn’t yet know, they’d be truly hard to anticipate.

   Transport wouldn’t be easy. Most of the routes in and out of Seattle would require major tinkering – or a valid ID.

   Fate presented them with Ken, a talented pickpocket who had a serious fascination with magic. Given a supply of low-level credsticks to tinker with it was easy to usurp some identities. It wouldn’t last for long, but it’d do for a train trip. Keeping the original owners out of circulation for a day was the easy part; there were any number of drugs that would suffice for that – and plenty of coffin motels.

   New York seemed like a decent destination. All the way on the east coast. They had a bit of trouble with getting aboard (they hadn’t had much time to practice jiggering credsticks), but they managed. The trip was fairly uneventful.

   Douglas spent his time composing some spells – but the young pickpocket nearly caused a disaster. He got bored and started “finding” small items that people had “accidently dropped”.

   Douglas and Yohan practically had to sit on him.

   Once they’d arrived they changed their appearance, their clothing, and their minor gear again. That should break the trail pretty throughly.

   Settling in would take a bit. They elected to play tourists for a bit to see the city. Unfortunately, it looked like fate had other ideas again; somebody went and pulled off a bank robbery right in front of them. Yohan tried to crash the getaway vehicle on impulse – but something dispelled his spirit.

   Maybe it’d be wise to get out of town again. Maybe up the coast a bit. Boston was supposed to be nice and very historical.


Episode VIII : At Loose Ends

   The “group” – however loosely associated – elected to simply leave the immediate vicinity.

   Being somewhat at loose ends they “played tourist” for a bit, but rapidly began finding it boring. The fact that most of the truly historical stuff had been leveled by the earthquake in `05 (And replaced with a bunch of sanitized corporate buildings) didn’t really improve matters. The outlying regions were more their style anyway. They were used to slums. They seemed homelike and were certainly a lot less conspicuous.

   Finding a place to stay wasn’t hard. There were a lot of coffin motels and such – as well as any number of places to pay minimal rents or simply squat in.

   They spent the next week or two getting acquainted with the area. Yohan wandered off to talk to spirits; it seemed that there were some things the Loa wanted to show him. Douglas passed the time designing a few new spells, downloading some minor stuff, and exploring the New York Public Library. Ken spent his time out picking a few pockets and looking for trouble.

   It wasn’t long before he found some. He tried, and failed, to pick the pockets of a troll ganger and got punched out for his pains. Times square was no longer a “nice” neighborhood – if it ever had been.

   The only bright spot was the Renraku Arcology East (Which had a very nice public shopping level and subway nexus). Unfortunately, it also had heavy security. A good place for legitimate business though.

   Douglas decided to look up a few street Docs. They knew everybody – and they always needed supplies.

   He didn’t have much luck. It looked like it would take time to build up some local contacts. Of course that gave him an idea for a spell. He wandered off to do some more research.

   Of course, if Douglas had ever had any initiative to go with his magical power he would never have settled for being a minor gang lieutenant. He needed someone else to give him some direction.

   Ken occasionally got him out on the streets again. He wanted to see some more magic – and possibly to find a few local contacts of his own.

   He didn’t have much luck either. What they did run across was a young elvish “amazon” (straight out of a dreamsim – save for the fact that her clothing wasn’t being torn off) fighting a bunch of troll gangers. It was really none of their business, but…

   The Trolls abruptly made it their business. One of them spotted Ken and started a chase; it was the same one he’d tried to pickpocket earlier. Ken took off. Fortunately he was fleet of foot. The troll-stampede simply knocked Douglas out of the way however. Still, that didn’t leave too many after the amazon. Douglas decided to help out; a basic masking spell turned her into a towering, flaming, horror from a seriously bad movie.

   The gangers opted to run away; whether or not this was real, it now involved genuine magic. A bit of fun – or even a serious argument – just wasn’t worth that kind of complication.

   Douglas dropped the spell before Gabrielle noticed it, introduced himself (as originating from Chicago), and waited for Ken to come back. He always tended to loop back if you waited for him. One of these days somebody else was going to figure that out and he was going to turn a corner and run straight into a baseball bat.

   Miss Gabrielle turned out to be more then a little bit crazy. Addicted to hallucinogens and movies, she apparently took the whole “Amazon Warrior” but rather seriously.

   On the other hand she was fairly friendly, and was extremely skilled, if pretty bloodthirsty. She had an “appointment” for a bit of pit-fighting later on, but had no objection to showing Douglas and Ken – Yohan was still out to lunch with his spirits – around the city until then.

   It seemed that the pit-fighting was pretty lethal. Douglas threw a few helpful spells on Gabrielle, just as a precaution. having a local to show them he ropes was just too useful to risk.

   He also did some careful telepathic probing. It looked to be entirely voluntary. He wouldn’t have to rescue anyone at the moment.

   Gabrielle’s first opponent was pretty pathetic. A fool zoned out on “Neil The Ork Barbarian” BTL chips.

   She didn’t really need to smash his skull.

   She promptly demanded another opponent and got Thorn – a hulking troll with a morningstar. He died pretty quickly too. She did get out a sword for him though.

   She tried to do the meditation/vigil bit, but they insisted on cleaning up the ring with a flamethrower. They had another fight to get ready for.

   Ken decided that if he wanted to see some “serious magic” he’d have to get Douglas into serious trouble. Gabrielle knew a fixer – and Douglas was easy to steer. He set up a meeting at “The Hippo” – an Ork and Troll bar – with someone who needed a few shadowrunners.

   Their “Mr Johnson” promptly labeled them; Fingers, The Butcher, and the Imp.

   On the other hand, Runners were always very weird.


Episode IX and X: An Infiltration Job

   The job was a simple extraction run – except for the fact that it was a high-security corporate compound, and the target was in a heavily-protected, electronically-isolated, lab in the center of the place.

   It also meant working with Gabrielle and Gav, who whom Mr Johnson had hired to fill out any need for muscle on the run.

   After a great deal of poking around, they managed to list and trace most of the employees that went in and out. Looked like there were a fair number of low-grade contractors going in and out too, as well as the ones that were actually employed there full time… Quietly extracting some information from one or two took a little work (and erasing all memory and traces of their intrusion took a lot of magic), but proved to be quite possible.

   It looked like the contractors were working on renovating a secondary building and had very limited access – but they were still going in and out. Of course, they went through quite a security gauntlet: there re were scans and occasional searches and some paranatural animals. There might even be an active mage too.

   Well that was going to be impossible to get much of anything past: they might be able to cover up some cyberware with spells that were low-powered enough to conceal with more spells and a touch of masking metamagic – but they weren’t going to be able to carry much of any gear. After they voted down Gar’s idea of an open attack, they spent some time designing some special spells and picking a few careful targets: with a little flesh-shaping sorcery, Douglas, Ken, and Yohan could could match a few of the contractors well enough to get in. What little cyberware they had – a bit of headware – could be covered up or tweaked to match what some of the contractors had with some very small and concealable magics.

   So: they’d need some very quick and quiet snatches, last minute tweaks on the impersonations, to strip themselves of all weapons, to get in – and then find some reason to visit the personnel office: that would get them into the main building. They could complain about a credit transfer error or something; people were always messing up their banking forms. From there, they’d have to improvise – but if the could get in without raising the alarm, they could probably escape, if only by turning loose every spirit they could summon.

   Of course, if something went wrong they’d be in serious trouble – but most of them had vast teenage overconfidence anyway.

   Gabrielle and Gar were a bit too conspicuous to sneak through – and Gabrielle was a known local psychotic. So, she could run overwatch and keep an eye on the contractors guys they’d be kidnaping and doping. Gar could… Hmm… Gar could get some fleshsculpting and identity-concealment and come by and apply for work shortly after they went in! He was enough of a monstrosity that – if he could simply keep talking – he should divert a fair chunk of the sites security just by being in the area. He didn’t even need to try to get in for that: just talk to the guards.

   There were some tense moments with the scanners, and with the paranatural animals, and with the limited mage who ran magical security (fortunately he was no match for Douglas and Yohan) – but they eventually managed to get inside.

   From there, the personnel office was an easy jump. Ken ran distraction with the foreman while Yohan and Douglas managed to work themselves a private office with the guy in charge of banking forms.

   They’d pay for this much cosmetic transformation later, but they promptly got the security monitors fooled with an illusion, knocked the fellow out, made him look like Yohan – and BOTH took his form. Yohan could stay in the office, and call up a hearth spirit to help guide Douglas, and set his ally to keeping the apparent-Yohan apparently talking to the apparent-paperwork guy him while he ran any necessary interference.

   Forms… They were here to pick up a short-tempered genius.

   They checked for forms she was behind on filling out, loaded them all up onto a datapad – and Douglas called her, made an appointment on the grounds that not having at least a FEW of the forms filled out would interfere with her equipment orders, and set out with the hearth spirit for guidance and the paperwork specialists ID’s and access codes to try to get her to fill a few things out.

   Getting past the guards took a good deal of doing. It took some fast talk to get her to open up the door too – but the armored lab was VERY private. The local systems were isolated from the outside for absolute data security.

   Dougles ran a remote link into her biomonitor and put in a temporary override to keep it from reporting anything wrong while she was thumbprinting priority requisition forms – it was just a special-purpose microcomputer after all – and took her down with a massive stunbolt before she could even reach for an alarm. So: use her own codes and computers to keep the overrides going on the biomonitor, dope her to make sure she stayed quiet, wrap her in his allied spirits clothing form – it was quite strong enough to easily levitate her – let the hearth spirit conceal her while he ran his own concealment effects on her – exit and leave a minor elemental to seal the doors, reactivate the primary wards, and turn on the “do not disturb” indicators.

   With any luck it would be two days before they started to suspect that she was gone. She had a cot and plenty of snacks in there, and was apparently known for pulling overnighters when she got interested in something. The biomonitor and location tags steady reporting of “all is well” should keep security calm for the first few checks.

   Back past the guards – promising to expedite some of their paperwork on the way, since they had form problems too – and back down to personnel.

   Meanwhile, Yohan had accumulated entirely too many unconscious people and had had to work far too many mind-control and memory-alteration spells for comfort. He hadn’t wanted to run any risk of people seeing the form expert in two places at once – which meant attempting to ensorcell everyone who came by. Fortunately he had several different kinds of spirits to call on, as well as his own witchcraft.

   Douglas frantically went to work fleshsculpting, while Yohan inserted vague memories of time spent gossiping and in the bathroom and such (fortunately, he only had to cover up fifteen minutes or so). A few cleansing spells to make sure they hadn’t left any personal traces, wiping away their signatures, and – oh yes. They gave the forms guy a memory of getting rid of them after fixing a few stupid errors on forms, and them of getting the genius to fill out some forms, and of leaving her working. So: back in their first set of disguises, out into the compound – and let Ken off the diversion-hook for the foreman (he’d managed to produce a modest tangle in the construction proceedings).

   They left for lunch.

   Gar had already come and gone – he’d mostly just talked at people, and offered a few demonstrations of his incredible strength when interest seemed to flag, and frustrated the people in charge of personnel interviews with randomly confused explanations. Overall, he’d had an easy time of it. All he’d had to do was talk and be prepared to fall back, send the truck full of explosives crashing into the gate, and bombard the place for a bit before getting the hell out if things went badly wrong.

   Fortunately, the emergency diversion plan hadn’t been necessary. It would have been really hard to cover up that one.

   Gabrielle had had to run off a few people, but had managed to keep anyone from getting in to where they’d stashed the contractors. She’d apparently had a lot of fun posturing and threatening the gangers who’d been by; her reputation as an insanely murderous pit fighter had actually come in handy.

   So: they returned the ID’s and clothing to the contractors their ID’s back, wiped their memories of being assaulted, filled their heads with some slightly-vague memories of the mornings work (and dealing with the forms guy), put them back into their vehicles with some lunch (courtesy of Gabrielle), wiped away their magical signatures, and sent them back to work.

   OK: the security department would be able to trace back to the forms guy in personnel quickly enough, from there, they could trace back to the contractors – and from them they could eventually determine that they’d been knocked out – but there wouldn’t be much of anywhere to go from there: they’d been unconscious when they were stashed, and had never seen anything except some false ID’s. Gar had been fleshshaped – and had never actually gone in to leave any usable traces – and they’d made damn sure not to leave a signature or anything. As soon as they unloaded their kidnaped scientist, they should be fairly well clear.

   That actually proved kind of awkward: since she wasn’t even known to be missing yet, convincing their Mr Johnson that they had the right person was more than a little awkward. Still, once he was convinced, he even threw in a small bonus for the head start on the search. It wasn’t often he had an extracted scientist in his hands even before the alarm went off.



   Unfortunately, he game ran down at that point: the game master was having a hard time dealing with both the level of magical power the characters had been constructed with and with the way they swung back and forth between extreme stealth and extreme violence at a moments notice. Of course, the initial decision to ask for young ganger and rising-from-the-street characters – light on resources and skills and virtually all human – meant that the points had to go to either attributes or magic, and most of the players still had plenty of points after buying the attributes they wanted, hence magic.

   The final couple of sessions have been reconstructed from memory: I’m not sure where the original notes are now. If any of the original players, or the original game master, has a correction or note they’d like inserted, please let me know.

ML-ELF Cyborg Super-Soldier

   Here we have another template for the Federation-Apocalypse setting – in this case another appallingly-powerful-for-the-cost cyborg-super-soldier from yet another alternate earth. In large part that’s because it’s a high-tech setting, and this template simply takes a good deal of the usual equipment and turns it into “cyberware”. Secondarily, it’s because the “genegrafts” ability is an appallingly cheesy way to get a bunch of physical bonuses – but it’s a trick we’re allowing because, in a setting including tanks, personal nuclear weapons, and starship combat, physical attribute boosts just aren’t as important as they are in most.

   The Super-Soldier Program was a subdivision of the Enhanced life Form research: it was an initial success, and an ultimate failure. The subjects enhancements were extremely useful, but hardly decisive on a modern battlefield – especially when you compared them to opposing forces of equal value, rather than of similar numbers.

   Cyborging procedures helped with that. Since the initial expense was only a modest component of the total cost, the upgrades helped the force-ratios considerably.

   Unfortunately, it also left the subjects even more alienated from humanity. Early warning signs were ignored in the stress of the asiatic wars/world war III – until several groups of their cyborg-super-soldiers were turned loose with instructions to “use their own judgement”.

   Some remained relatively sane and functional. The rest were responsible for some of the worst atrocities of the last thousand years.

The program was dropped. The remaining cyborgs – the few who had remained relatively sane under combat conditions – were hurriedly assigned to offworld exploration operations. Opening new worlds for settlement was an excellent use of their talents.


The Basic ML-ELF Racial Template

  • 31 CP, or a +0 ECL Modifier as an initial race (+1 if later added to an existing character).
  • +6 Intelligence (Normally 36 CP, reduced to 18 CP by world laws. Corrupted: only for skill purposes, does not provide bonus spells or other enhancements, 12 CP).
  • Monitor Lizard Genegrafts: Shapeshift, Attribute Modifiers (Str +6, Dex +4, Con +6, +3 Natural Armor, +8 to Swim and +4 to Stealth skills, 1d8 Natural Weapons, and Low-Light Vision), Hybrid Form, Clear Speech, Variants (Nearly Human Appearance). Specialized: Monitor Lizard Form Only, Corrupted: Cannot actually Change Forms (27 CP base, net cost 9 CP).
  • Grant of Aid/Specialized (requires several hours): May heal 1d8+5 damage OR 1d3 points of attribute damage OR one negative level once per three levels per day or part thereof, 3 CP).
  • Immunity/Aging (uncommon/minor/minor, 2 CP).
  • +2d0 Bonus Hit Dice (Required for Genegrafts, 8 CP).
  • Inept (-2 penalty) on all Charisma-Based Skills (-3 CP).

   The Cybrenetic Enhancements which were later applied increase this to a +1 ECL template, adding another 31 CP worth of new abilities. These include:

  • Innate “Enchantment”/Metabolic Augmentations: Sustenance (reduces the need for food, air, sleep, and water to one-fourth of normal), Hibernation (may sink into deep hibernation, slowing their metabolism – and the progress of harmful agents – to 1% of normal), +2d6 Bonus HD (provides +12 + 2x Con Mod HP), Personal Haste (+1 attack at full BAB when making a full attack, +30′ Movement), and Resistance/+2 on saves versus Poisons and Disease. As befits non-magical systems, these effects have several downsides: they are easily detectable, the user needs regular electronic maintenance as well as food, water, and air (especially to heal major injuries), they render the user vulnerable to electronically-based reprogramming, and the user needs regular recharging to maintain such augmentations (8 CP).
  • Advanced Augmented Bonus/Programmed Reflexes: Add their Dex Mod to their Int Mod when calculating their Skill Points (Specialized, only at L1, Corrupted: these points may only be spent on physical skills, 6 CP).
  • +2/- to their basic cyberware-and-strength-based Damage Reduction (3)
  • Increasing their basic “natural weapons” to a base of 1d10 points of damage (3)
  • Improved Initiative (+2) (3 CP).
  • Immunity/Cyberware: Items taken via the Gadgetry (“Cyberware”) (Dex Based) skill cannot be taken away without surgery (Common/Minor/Major, 6 CP base. Specialized: Cyberware cannot be added or exchanged later without great difficulty, 3 CP. They normally come with an initial base in the Gadgetry skill of 4 SP with a +3 Speciality in their equivalent of “Smartclothes” (5 CP). Their basic-issue cyberware package counts as an 8-point gadgets, and includes equivalents to core-issue:
    • Special Service Smartclothes, with the Exoskeleton and +30 HP modifiers (8 gadget slots in total): These subsystems provide:
      • Personal-computer and HUD functions
      • IR, UV, Low-Light, Magnification, and Flash Suppression Visual Enhancements
      • Personal and environmental monitoring
      • Encrypted radio communications
      • Comfort from arctic to tropical desert temperatures
      • An environmental seal, allowing them to survive space conditions for up to 48 hours and providing a +4 bonus on saves against chemical agents.
      • +6 AC “Natural Armor”), +6/- DR, and Universal Energy Resistance 6
      • +6 to Listen and Spot
      • +4 to Unarmed Damage
      • +4 To Hit with smartlinked ranged weaponry.
      • +4 Strength
      • +2 Dexterity
      • +10′ Move
    • Most of them had multiple implanted weapons and other devices as well: these may be purchased using the initial Cyberware skill value. 
    • Most of the characters in the Federation-Apocalypse setting use this gear anyway: these characters have it as cyberware simply because it fits the image better. 

   In worlds without the half-price modifier on Attribute Upgrades, reduce the racial attribute bonuses to +3 Intelligence. In settings where extremely high-level technology, or cyborging, is not available, what are you doing looking at a super-cyborg template anyway?

Federation-Apocalypse 40: Counting the Rosary

   With Jarvain in an alcoholic stupor (they stuffed him back into the Mirage) and Arxus’s tale complete, they began to wonder what would happen if the Mirage took a drink somehow. It had immersed itself in the fountain last time around – without effect – so evidently it would have to incorporate it into itself in some fashion. Maybe a dose in the reactor fuel tanks? Or add it to the magical focal points?

   The Mirage decided that it would like to try – but felt that it would like a functional pilot first.

   Kevin wasn’t entirely sure of Jarvain’s mental capacity while awake – firing multiple nuclear warheads at an illusion at point-blank range, not realizing what was likely to happen when you spent a couple of months having regular unprotected sex with a young woman, not noticing that the Cadets were adolescents rather than young adults, and his tendency to drink himself unconscious when frustrated, raised certain doubts – at least about his adaption to the Manifold – but it probably wasn’t the time for that kind of speculation.

   First things first, notify the House and see if they wanted to put some guards on the place or something. Kevin checked with the Thralls there to see if the House was currently under siege, or if they were aware of any way in which the communications might be monitored. In both cases, the answer was “no” – although monitoring was presumably possible, and the House had been taking new precautions.

   They placed the call, discussed things without specific references, found that “M” was somewhat concerned about possible side effects (not too bad so far), and more worried about the possible long-term issues of dealing with such a thing. He wanted to bring in some experts and some guards, so Kevin set up a gate between the main cavern and a secure location outside of London. The troops started arriving almost immediately thereafter.

   Marty wasn’t having much luck with probing his new memories after the scene with the guy in black touching “his” head – but everything before that was available. Another swig from the pool gave him an additional set of memories – of being a secret service agent in the service of a president and vice president he’d despised. He remembered the constant struggle to hold his temper as he guarded the VP and escorted her on her “important” duties, acting as a baggage handler, dog walker, and general gofer – until one day there was a coup. Against his better judgement – and his instincts telling him to abandon her to her fate – he’d successfully escaped with her, killing friends and colleagues to get the next-in-command to a safe location, all the while cursing his fate to be doomed to protect an idiot woman who might be the last hope for the republic.

   There had been weeks on the run, making his way south towards friends on one of the bases he had spent time at, meeting up with resistance forces and being a part of a major battle as the republic rearguard tried to hold a launch facility long enough to let their major forces escape to orbit. He could clearly see his death in that battle, as he was hit by a hypersonic artillery shell.

   That didn’t breach the barrier on the conclusion of that first set of memories though. Still, this one had clearly showed a death. Did “not dying” means that he’d transferred to a new incarnation without his body actually dying, that his spirit had been thrown out, or that the state of his mind after that point was too alien for him to process at the moment? Could that body still be active as an undead? Could he meet “himself” and do battle?

   What? It was a natural thought for someone from Battling Business World!

   Oddly enough, being inside the Mirage did help shield Arxus. Perhaps because it was a spirit firmly anchored in its own body, whereas his was only a manifestation? After all, Arxus’s body probably wasn’t truly physical, or it wouldn’t change so readily as his energy levels shifted. Kevin put up a few more wards anyway, but it didn’t look as if whatever had been holding him (presumably Merlin, at least by current theories), would be able to drag him back at all easily – if he was even missed anytime soon; after all, a fraction of himself had been left behind.

   They’d still need someplace safe for him, but he should be stable for the moment.

   One of the Thralls from Core tried a sip, and had a vision as well – but, in his case, it was obviously second-hand; something witnessed rather than something that had happened to him personally. No real hint as to whether the selection was truly random though.

   Time to look into the next room. After all, that was where Jarvian had found the Silmaril, so it could – possibly SHOULD – have other interesting things laying around… There was no direct above-water connection at the moment, but it wasn’t difficult to make one. A few detection-spells, a thin spot in the wall, and a bit of cautious probing and cutting provided a suitable doorway – and revealed a vast room, with islands and distant shores all faintly lit by the pale blue glow, with a glowing blue fountain hundreds of feet tall and of curious craftsmanship for a focal point. It looked exquisite, but had an odd ethereal quality… The water was deeper there, and there seemed to be ill-defined fish swimming in it. Strewn about there were other items – innumerable coins, photographs, weapons, books, toys, disks, bottles, clothing, jewelry, and other oddities.

   They might have left the Underdark, since the “main body” of the Rosary – if that had any meaning – might exist in an overlay or pocket dimension. The islands might even be what was behind the name, since scattered beads “like a rosary” was a classic metaphor for such archipelagoes.

   Well, the fountain could be the true center, a method for filtering out specific items, or just the center of all forgotten fountains. Fountain of memory, youth, rebirth, power, or irrelevance? It kind of looked like someone wanted visitors – but what did memories “want” except to be recalled? Were the coins and items from forgotten kingdoms and realms, lost items of legend, or things from places that had reset?

   More divinations. Even if they only had access to minor divinations, they had lots of those.

   Practically everything had psychic imprints – presumably what had carried the items to the fountain in the first place. Some items were dangerous, most were not. They were from all over the Manifold. Most of the coins, in particular, seemed to be imprinted with forgotten wishes. Evidently the fountain respected classical symbolism, at least a bit. Other items represented particularly powerful emotional moments from lives long gone.

   Kevin was beginning to suspect that the place was – by definition – unguardable, and that it might not be even very fundamentally useful – at least not for much except deep psychotherapy and (perhaps) spiritual development. There were lots of ways to gather psychic energy, and random bursts of old lives were sentimental, but they didn’t really seem to come with much in the way of skills and abilities.

   Well, the House wasn’t going to try and guard the entire thing. They wanted to guard the entrance from the Underdark – if that was truly a transition point – heavily enough so that Vekxin would know that something was there, but not so (apparently) heavily as to deter an attack. It wouldn’t be very good bait otherwise.

   Hm. To check one theory, if Vekxin was important because of his ability to bind Gatekeepers, were any of the kids they’d recovered Gatekeepers? Dumbledore wasn’t entirely sure – some (several percent in fact) did seem to be able to open gates, and seemed likely to be Gatekeepers, but they might just have been using magic in realms where that worked. Vekxin apparently hadn’t sorted them out for special purposes however.

   Well, they might or might not have been genuine gatekeepers – but it seemed likely that there might have been one or two in the bunch. They were scarce enough that it wasn’t very good evidence either way unfortunately. Oh well.

   It seemed that Marty was now on his eighth life – starting, of course, in Core, some six hundred years ago. He’d grown up in the depression era United States. As a young man, he’d looked for work on the New Deal projects springing up all over, had worked on a number of historical landmarks as unskilled labor – and had died in a construction accident on the Hoover Dam.

   He’d had a life as a primitive shaman, who’d spent decades erecting megaliths to bind chthonic powers, only to find – at the end, and as he was overwhelmed by horrors – that the real purpose of the project had simply to allow even darker and more hostile powers free access to the world.

   Hm. Had all of his lives been more than a bit tragic, filled with Stoicism, and with a thing against the boss? No wonder he’d incarnated on Battling Business World. He must have gotten tired of dying all the time… What would Mr Leland experience? He’d shown a lot more interest in the Manifold than anyone else back home.

   The Mirage got curious enough to decide that Jaiden would do as a pilot for the moment. It’s past lives seemed to start with being captain of a naval vessel at the Battle of Midway, being a colonist on the moon, the same alternate-America battle that Marty remembered, and several more lives.

   Back on Core Earth, the Neodog project was coming along nicely. Hundreds had already been received, and thousands more were in shipping. Many of the free ones had shown up and requested work as well – which they got of course. The House also had a few inquiries as to why Kevin was collecting NeoDogs so enthusiastically; knowing several of his agents had made it easy for them to figure out who it was. Had he found a use for them out in the Manifold?

   Kevin explained that – most importantly – he wanted them as staff. He wanted to start treatments for the contagious memes as quickly as possible and, on the NeoDogs side, it was really convenient for them to be able to shapeshift.

   The House was pleased enough with that, and would try to expedite things a bit: the memes were really bothersome.

   Oddly enough, Kevin felt meaner buying the Neodogs than he felt buying the occasional enslaved core children in the roman world – simply because they’ve never had any choices at all. Oh well, it would be very much to their advantage in the long run.

Shadowrun: Mage Contacts I

   Next up, it’s the first part of the Mage Contacts list – seven of the more notable magical figures in Seattle.  Given that there are quite a few of them, you can look forward to at least part II, and probably parts III and IV eventually.

   Jusai Yoshinori (Sun Shaman) is an elderly shintoist, caretaker of a modest shrine. Unlike most of the world, Jusai took the rise of magic, the awakening of his own powers, real shapeshifting animals claiming refuge in his shrine (a traditional privilege of theirs), and the need to council magical children, completely in stride. On the secular level, he simply added a selection of arcane supplies to the usual collection of statuettes, incense pots, charms, and paper offerings he made available. Jusai tends to be somewhat grandfatherly, understanding, and usually councils against excessive violence. Naturally enough, he dresses as a classical shinto priest, and is pretty obviously an elderly Japanese man. He’s occasionally become a target due to the fact that he’s not at all afraid to tell powerful people that they are committing grave spiritual errors, but at least so far it hasn’t been too serious. Given that he’s been around for decades, and often provides free access to spells and training for promising youngsters, he can easily figure into a characters backstory.

   Varif Windwalker (Bear Shaman); This Salish tribal shaman originally arrived in Seattle on a completely different mission – but, exposed to the realities of life in the sprawl for the first time, Varif was somewhat appalled. Since then, he’s been making occasional charitable visits and has been stirring up a few waves back with the tribal shamans by making his fellows look at their responsibilities to people beyond their tribal groups. Varif isn’t available all that often in Seattle, but he’s also an excellent contact with the Salish and the tribal shamans there. Personally, as a traditional Amerindian shaman, Varif dresses the part – despite the fact that, like the vast majority of those in the Indian nations, his Indian blood is actually pretty thin.

   Edith Kenshold (“Maya”, Hermetric Mage); Edith is a research mage with Renraku, especially skilled with conjuration and manipulation spells. Given that her usual assignments involve aiding various forms of technological research – handling micro-elements without contamination, isolating systems from outside interference, handling remote couplings, and similar feats – she has a fair familiarity with the physical sciences as well. Edith is a good source for “common” spell formula – which she regards as unimportant – and occasionally “leaks” a spell for testing or has something she wants done out in the streets. Unfortunately, as an ivory-tower academic, she has very few street-level contacts of her own to draw on for such things. Personally Edith is an ethnic Asian Indian, 5’6, and – thanks to having been born and educated in England – an english accent.

   Kieron Foy (“Greymist”, a bardic adept with a snake totem) likes to think of himself as a “keltic bard”, but his “ancient traditions” mostly spring from the new age movement of the late 20’th and early 21’st century. Still, he’s certainly on good terms with the local SCA – and with his own “gang” of other musicians, minor shamanic types, and well-off teenagers who like to hang around with the rest of them. They can usually be found working the clubs and streets in various musical combinations – or simply partying. Personally Kieron dresses in his own “punk” version of what he imagines a medieval Celtic bard would have worn if only they had access to programmable light-cloth (and had no detectable sense of style). It must be seen to be believed. Fortunately, he can usually be persuaded to turn it off.

   Ethan Tarn (Other: Sorcery, Enhancement, Conjuration/Nature Spirits, and Astral Access. Both Insanity and Villainy); Ethan is (at least superficially) rational, skilled in investigation, and out to destroy modern civilization. Hunter-gatherers, wild shapeshifters, and similar primitives have his full approval. He’s been known to stop and pat children gently on the head after massacring their relatives, to heal injured animals, and to come to the defense of groups being menaced by toxic entities. On the other hand, he’s killed hundreds of people and caused tremendous amounts of damage. Still, there are quite a few people who see him as a hero of sorts – and occasionally find ways to support his “cause”, despite the sizable rewards out for him. Having Ethan as a contact is possible – but dangerous, even if you’re not as fanatical as he is.

   Ralin Harbane (“Arawn”, Shaman/Lion Totem); Ralin is a professional mercenary, and has a few bits of high-grade cyberware (such as a smartgun link, enhanced cybereyes, a holdout to store his foci in, a datajack, and some headware memory), as well as a few fixed spells and a couple levels of initiation, to work with. His prices are quite high. Ralin feels that a lot of violence will solve most problems, hence he likes to attack, or at least send a spirit in first. (While there is something to be said for this philosophy, there are times when it’s inappropriate). Perhaps fortunately, he usually lets his much calmer and more tactically-minded partner, “Brand” (Lee Kelsenbock, also a mercenary, as well as a firearms and sabotage expert), take the lead in noncombat situations. The rest of their “Gang” consists of more of their mercenary friends.

   Father Anselem, Jesuit Knight of the Order of Michael (Thaumaturgist); Father Anselem is one of the chief mage-priests of the Roman Catholic Church on the western coast, and serves as the Churches chief exorcist, investigator of supernatural phenomena, and guardian for the region. The good father is middle-aged, rather stern, and has very little tolerance for people who misuse their powers. Perhaps fortunately, he is well aware of the potential risks of calling on spirits for magic, and is thus reluctant to use the resources of the church to expand his personal powers.

Shadowrun: Gar, Troll Ronin

   Here’s another old Shadowrun character. “Gar” had suffered some notable neurological trauma, resulting in severe disruption of his long-term memory. Oddly enough, he turned this into a sort of an advantage.

   In a group, Gar was simply the heavy muscle: if something needed to be shot, ripped open, or smashed, he was the one to have do it. Gar wasn’t in play long enough to accumulate any major enhancements, but a brief summary of what he did get is included at the bottom of the sheet.

Gerard / Gar






6/11 (15)










7/11 (15)




   The numbers after the slash are after racial adjustments. The numbers in brackets are the totals after cyberware, bioware, and other special adjustments.

  • Essence: 3.34
  • Body Index: 2.00
  • Reaction: 5
  • Initiative: 5+2D6
  • Magic: 0
  • Combat Pool [(Q+I+W) / 2] = 6
  • Karma Pool: 1

   Point Expenditures: Basic Abilities; Resources 12 (90K), Skills 14 (36 Pts), Attributes 26 (31 Pts), Race 12 (Troll) and Magic 0 (Mundane). Total 62 points.


Skills (36)


“Pointless” Skills (6)


Edged Weapons


Selective Amnesia





Build/Repair Vehicles


Languages (5)












Cyber-Implant Combat



Projectile Weapons



   “Selective Amnesia” is just that: Gar, thanks to his neural damage, can forget things pretty much at will – if necessary, simply by wiping the reminders and data out of his headware memory. After all, he needed computer assistance to remember what the current job was, who his friends were, and what city he was in. While this would normally be pretty crippling, he simply used his headware memory to track his daily routines, current mission, finances, and so on. In an odd way, he turned this into an advantage: it rapidly became apparent to anyone who tried to interrogate him that there was absolutely no use in it – and that he could readily be redirected against any convenient target in complete anonymity. As long as you paid in advance – or made him remember that you had (and possibly remember that someone else entirely had hired him) – and provided the gear, he was quite reliable until someone else got into his head. If he wanted to preserve something, he’d just put it into his concealed headware memory and have it stop responding to queries for a specified period: that way even HE wouldn’t know that the information existed until it came back online.

   Edges; Cybertolerance (3), Geneware (2 BI worth of innate Bioware, 6), Exceptional Attribute (Str, 2), Immunity to detection of his headware memory (1), and +4 to Base Ratings (4). Total = 16.

   Flaws; Addiction (Cigars, -1), Ugly (-2), Gremlins (Until banged on, -2), Uneducated and Illiterate (Total of -6), “Physical” Limitation (Neural Damage. Cannot buy knowledge skills, -4), On File (Former Employers, -2) and Psychological “Quirks” (Greedy, Curious about vehicles, and Claustrophobic, for a net total of -5). Total -10 + (-12/2) = -16.


Innate Bioware


Muscle Augmentation IV


Synaptic Accelerator I






Dermal Plating II (+2 Body)



Autoinjector-5 (antidote-8)



Retractable Spurs (paired and Dikoted. Str *1.5 +1/S Damage +1/M versus vehicles)



Plastic Bone Lacing (+1 Body Str+2/M)



Grenade Launcher (4x 3-Shot magazines with switchable internal clips)



Knowsoft Link



Datajack (with cosmetic cover)



60 MP Headware Memory



Grand Totals




Weapons And Armor:

  • Dikoted Claymore (Str+2/D Damage). 3 KNY
  • Ranger-X Bow (Base Str+4/M Damage) with an assortment of arrows – ten each EX Explosive (+2 Damage), Standard, “Hammerhead” (Stun), and Dikoted (+5/S, +5/M versus Vehicles), all carried in a large quiver. 2 KNY
  • MiniGrenades. 10 Each; Concussion, Flare, Gas (Neuro-Stun VII), White Phosphorous, SuperFlash, and Offensive. 7 KNY
  • Armor Jacket (5/3), Motorcycle Helmet (+1/1), and Forearm Guards (+0/1). Net 6/5. 2 KNY

   Gar was quite absurdly dangerous with his sword, spurs, and bow: with his massive strength, he was capable of slashing stright through security, or even hardened military, armor with very little effort.

   Other Equipment: Four months prepaid low lifestyle (4 KNY), Basic DocWagon contract (5 KNY), Slap Patches; 2 each Stim-6, Trauma, and Tranq-10 (1 KNY), Medkit (.2 KNY), Wrist Cellphone (.1 KNY), Vehicle Toolkit (.5 KNY), Binoculars (.1 KNY), 200 meters of Rope (.1 KNY).

   Later purchases after a reasonably successful run or two included a dozen or so Rating-II knowledge skillsofts (covering the basics of the city, local area, and other useful knowledges on a single chip), two Reflex Recorders (+1 die with Cyberspurs and with Bows, .1 BI and 10 KNY Each), Vision-Enhancing Flash-Resistant Goggles, a Radio Headset, a Motorcycle (along with a bit of Motorcycle Driving Skill), an upgrade to his Build/Repair Vehicles Skill, and a couple more points in his Karma Pool. These haven’t been included in the base version of the character given above, but should be easy enough to add.

Shadowrun: Gabriele, Amazon Warrior

   For today, it’s an old player-character from Shadowrun: Gabriele, warrior-maiden of the “Secret Amazon Order”. Most of the other characters thought Gabriele was completely out of her mind, despite the fact that she’d managed to find a few others who shared her delusions. They were more or less right: belonging to a fan club that had managed to hang on for half a century, and (mostly thanks to BTL chips and drugs) had even managed to convince a few young women to accept the notion that the group dated back to ancient Greece was not an indicator of sanity. The fact that she was a bloodthirsty maniac, usually high on something, and ran around publicly proclaiming her acceptance of an old television show as a guide to life and serious history didn’t help either. On the other hand, she did make it until the end of the campaign – if only because she was only introduced a few sessions before then.

Gabriele, of the “Secret Amazon Order”





5 (6)




















   Combat Pool: 7

   Karma Pool: 1

   Point Expenditures; Resources 12 (90K), Skills 18 (40 Pts), Attributes 18 (27 Pts), Race 12 (Elf) and Magic 0 (Mundane). Total 60 points.

   Edges; Geneware-3 (as “advanced martial arts training”, see Bioware, 3), Has A Life (3), Perfect Timsense (1), Bonus Dice (+2 for dodging, 6), Reduced Target Number (-2 to dodge target numbers, 6), and Membership (In the “Secret Amazon Order”. Provides combat training (2), some basic medical care (1), and minor backup (1). All members are expected to expected to help with funding (-1), train/assist women and children in trouble (-2) – and to believe that “Xena Warrior Princess” RULES (-1). Net cost; 0), Total Cost; 19

   Flaws; Addictions (movies and LSD. -6), Bloodthirsty (-3), Distinctive Style (amazon warrior, -1), Enemies (“Spiked Wheels” motorcycle go-gang, -3), Spendthrift (-3), “On File” (known as a lethal pit-fighter. -4), “Public ID” (works as a messenger, and as an occasional bodyguard, recognized by pit patrons and distinctive. -3) and “Delusions” (lives in the world of action movies and “Xena Warrior Princess”. -5). Total Flaws; 10 + 18/2 = -19.


Weapons and Armor



Amazon Armor (Leather and Plates, 2/2). Equates to “Second Skin Line” Armor



Bracers (Forearm Guards, 0/+1 Armor in melee only).



Bo Staff (Str+3 M Stun).


Claymore, Dikoted (Str+2 D Damage).



Grenades (x8 (Each) Concussion, Superflash, Smoke, Offensive, Phosphorus.



Quasi-Classical Helmet (+1/+1 Armor).



Lined Coat (“Trenchcoat”, 4/2 Armor).



Ten Fineblade Throwing Knives (Str+1 L Damage, 20% lighter, 2x Price).



Grand Totals; Armor 6/4, 6/5 Melee.




Skills (40)



Knowledges (+20)










Training Programs





Interrogation Techniques





CyberImplant Combat



Nerve Points


Throwing Weapons





Edged Weapons



Mediaeval Warfare


Pole Arms/Staves



Amazon Combat Styles

and Traditions



Irrelevant Skills


Interpret Reality



Street Drugs





Movie Buff


Street Gangs/Seattle









Read/Write English


French 2


Read/Write French



  • + = +1D for Bioware
  • * = +3D for Bioware
  • Special; The “Interpret Reality” skill is used for making sense out of the world – and acting more or less rationally – when on various drugs. The user’s rating is added to user’s effective Int. or Will when the GM calls for a relevant roll.





Smartgun Link (-2 Gun Target Numbers).



Dual Datajack (Input jack and Sealed Chipjack with 200 MP processing chip).



Knowsoft Link (Allows use of Knowsofts)



Hearing Amplification (Shotgun Mike).



Body Compartment (Abdominal, Small)



Retractible Hand Razors (Str+2 L Dam).



Plastic Bone Lacing (Str+2 M Unarmed).



Fingertip Compartment (Toxin Reservior)










Enhanced Articulation (Innate +1 die on most skills and +1 reaction bonus).


Trauma Damper (Innate. -1 box damage on stun attacks. -1 physical and +1 stun


damage on physical attacks).


Synthicardium (+2D on Athletics rolls).






Personal Electronics and Knowsofts



“Beautiful Dreamer” Sim/Video Player.





250 Assorted Video/Simdisks (6 hours each)



Knowsofts (R2): Seattle Layout, Cooking, Greek, and Geography. 50 MP



Special Items



Ascent/Descent Kit.



Costumer’s Shop (Immobile).



Grapple Gun (with lots of line).



Medkit (Rating 3).



Survival Kit.



+3 Initial Contacts


   Gabrielle’s initial contacts included Ramon Saju (Fixer), Shelina Yancer (High Priestess of the Secret Amazon Order), and Hardin “The Vulture” Vandal (Pit Operator). She never did pick the other two.

Shadowrun: The Little Guys

   The trouble with minor contacts is that they have to be useful to a shadowrunner somehow. After all, everyone knows lots of people – but it’s only the ones who are actually likely to be helpful that you have to pay for. The clerk at the rental place, whoever’s working the counter at the local fast-food emporium, the frustrated musician who teaches music to thumb-fingered students, and the people who patch potholes in the road may all technically be “contacts” – or could easily become so – but unless there’s something special about them, or they have information to share, it won’t matter. Ergo, here are a few minor contacts with potentially-useful attributes.

   Ishi Nazra owns and operates a small convenience store in a fairly bad part of town. While, being an Ork, he’s a bit more physically intimidating than most human operators, keeping a store open and intact in an area like that still requires either massive firepower – which he doesn’t seem to have – or quite a lot of connections with the local streets and gangs (which he does seem to have). If you want someone with an ear on the ground, you could do worse. Personally, Ishi tends to be heavily involved in “Causes” – whether that’s metahuman rights, homeless shelters, or indigent kittens this week – and will cheerily assume that anyone in the area is just as dedicated as he is.

   Jason Dunwich runs “The Dunwich Horror” (named after his signature concoction), a hole-in-the-wall bar built in the remains of an old art-glass workshop. Today it’s numerous nooks and crannies serve as a hangout for many of the locals, old chips of multicolored glass form mosaics on the walls and decorate the rooms, and small fires in it’s numerous old furnaces provide heat and a place to toast your own snacks. Jason is noted for his ability to produce pretty much any drink a customer needs, including odd concoctions laced with various exotic recreational drugs – although he claims that all of them are “guaranteed non-addictive”. Some of his customers swear by the supposed health benefits of the house specials, and at least one will always be willing to assure any new customer that Jason can mix a drink that turns you into a werewolf, and keeps a bottle full of the stuff under the bar – a rumor apparently based on Jason having an old tattoo of a pentagram on one hand.

   Myrella Seamist Talasien is a corporate kid in her late teens, more than a bit rebellious, and tends to think that being a shadowrunner is terribly exciting and sort of romantic. While shadowrunner groupies are hardly unknown – what with all the simsense adventures, games, and extravagant trid productions out there – she seems to have a fairly extreme case. Lately she’s been venturing more and more deeply into the bad parts of town, apparently a result of the fact that nothing bad has happened yet. Where she’s been getting the money to support this hobby is, as yet, unknown, although she could simply be getting a generous allowance.

   Ronessha Ibin is a reasonably skillful talismonger specializing in fetishes and other quick and cheap charms, claims to be “a channeler of ancient spirits”, and apparently is a uncontrolled clairvoyant. She doesn’t always, or even usually, “see” anything important – but she does “see” enough to keep plenty of customers coming back for another reading and to be kept on retainer by a variety of sensible folk: if you’re on her list (whether as a customer or as a friend), you can expect to occasionally be called up with odd warnings and bits of unsolicited advice. Personally she tends to go in for the centuries-old “gypsy fortuneteller” routine and makes herself out to be a great deal older than she actually is

   Tamara Havelock walked out on an abusive husband years ago, and made arrangements to have a local gang dispose of him when he kept stalking and threatening both her and their two children, Thomas and William, then five and two. In the six years since then she’s supported herself as a waitress and cook, occasionally providing meals for the residents of the battered boarding house next door or quietly renting out a room with very few questions asked and – if desired – pretty much complete isolation from the outside world. The boys, now 11 and 8, are streetwise, more than a bit feral, and pick up a little money by occasionally acting as lookouts and couriers for the local criminal enterprises.

   King Carlsband: While most victims of radical BTL burns wind up as crazies, veggies, or dead, Carl wound up in a cheery fantasy world, wherein he rules Seattle as it’s beloved king. He issues decrees and patents of nobility, listens patiently to every “case” that comes before him, and sings quite passably (it was a musical). He is gracious, impeccably mannered, and essentially lives on invitations and donations. His presence is generally taken as performance art, and is guaranteed to improve any party, to get you into the best restaurants, and to amuse one and all. Personally he is tall, slim, elegant, wears (completely unnecessary) glasses, and dresses as a member of the upper class – of about 1890.

   Harry Eagleton sells cheap – if extremely questionable – soy products, frozen treats (with at least a 1% chance of containing some actual dairy products) and occasional bits of actual meat (of some sort) from his cart, at relatively low prices and only a slight risk of food poisoning. In fact, several of his children run similar businesses – and also participate in his sideline as a lookout, casual spy, and careful listener. A surprising number of people who really ought to know better give in to the enticing odor of Harry’s special sauces and buy things from him while talking on the phone or to companions – and Harry never forgets anything which might possibly make him a bit of money. Personally Harry is stout, bald, and cultivates an impressive moustache – indeed, that is often all that anyone notices about him.

We Three Jarls

   In past years, after a month of listening to Christmas Carols being played over and over and over and OVER again, I used to come up with parody versions. Of the ones which are entirely printable, I think I like this one best:

We Three Jarls Of Viking Lands Are

Bearing Blades We Ravage Afar

Swords And Axes, Death And Taxes

Plundering Yonder Shore.


Gods Of Thunder, Gods Of Might

Burning Cities Blazing Bright

Eastward Reaving, Peasants Screaming

Guide Us To The Closest Fight


Glorious Now Valhalla Arise

O’din God And Sacrifice

Thralls Are Serving, Horns Are Blaring

Ragnarok To Defy


Gods Of Thunder, Gods Of Might

Burning Cities Blazing Bright

Eastward Reaving, Peasants Screaming

Guide Us To The Closest Fight

   Hm. Is this online caroling?

Shadowrun: Technical Contacts

   Ariadne Slavisek (“Jet”) is an armorer, specializing in exotic weapons – to the point where it’s hard to get her to look at standard stuff unless you want something really weird done to it. Of course, if you just happen to need some dikote-edged shuriken with explosive cores, she’s the one to see. Ariadne occasionally has some odd modification or special-purpose weapon which she’d like field tested – but very few shadowrunners like to use unproven gear on a run. Personally, Ariadne is short, solid, and so dark-skinned that it’s hard to make out her old tattoos.

   Nathan Smith (“Phantom”) is a surveillance expert, and may not be completely “retired” from whatever intelligence service he worked for. He’s equipped with a wide variety of sensory and recording gear, some specialized tools, skillwires, and a personality and appearance so bland that he comes close to being able to blend in with an empty room. Secondarily, he seems to have as many contacts as most fixers, a variety of information sources, and a knack for coming up with bits of specialized gear.

   Erikia Windborne (“The Rowan”), while no mage, is a skilled talismonger, alchemist, and chef – as well as an avid student of theoretical magic who has produced several usable spell formula. It’s often difficult to tell whether those curious herbs and powders she has laying about have an arcane, or a culinary, purpose. Given her alchemical skills, it sometimes may be both. Personally, Erikia is middle-aged and efficient – although her reliance on cybermemory to keep track of her bookmarks, rare tomes, and where everything is can be endlessly frustrating to anyone else who wants to find anything in her shop or home.

   Durnik Ivisin used to work for Aztechnology, but found them a bit unethical for his tastes – so he arranged his own extraction. Currently he works at Teradon Bioresearch, where his programming skills are more than adequate to handle his job with very little difficulty. That gives him plenty of spare time to indulge in playing and programming computer games, supporting civil rights for non-human sapients, and dabbling in artificial intelligence research.

   Personally, Durnik is surprisingly imposing and physically active for a computer geek, as well as being surprisingly good with a variety of weapons – perhaps a consequence of running an exercise-chip while working in the matrix and of playing games using muscle-sensor controls as much as neural interfaces.

   Moonwater Talasien specializes in mine and hydraulic engineering, with a sideline in geology and hydrology. She was originally assigned to monitor the operations of a small mine the Salish had rented to Renraku. Fearing a conflict of interest, she eventually “resigned” her position to marry the Renraku manager who’d negotiated the deal. Renraku promptly hired her to run the place, pleasing everyone.

   Personally, she’s unexpectedly sympathetic to runners, lending some credence to the rumor that one of her younger sons ran off to become one, and was killed on some ridiculous mission. Thanks to corporate medical treatments, she appears to be in her early 20’s, although she’s probably closer to 50. She never discusses her actual age however.

   “Mr Lizard” (real name unknown) is a skilled decker and completely obsessed with dinosaurs – to the point of living in an old movie theater where (for a nominal fee) you may watch an endless round of old dinosaur and Japanese monster movies and of having had his body entirely rebuilt to turn himself into a cybernetic raptor. Having coated himself with ruthenium polymers so that he can become near-invisible, and having installed his cyberdeck in his cybernetic body, he likes to sneak into his target buildings, plug into their systems, and “eat” their data. He may have a few weapons installed as well – but for the most part he relies on stealth. After all, he can’t carry external equipment and maintain his near-invisibility (or use many of his other anti-detection systems), which means that his external resources are pretty limited.

   The fact that he’s taken up the study of genetics, and is now trying to gain access to gene-synthesis and cloning equipment tends to make most of his friends extremely nervous.

   Shelina Yancer (“Wonder Woman”); Not only is Shelina a wonderful parent, housekeeper, business executive and nuclear engineer, she’s also beautiful, athletic, and the current High Priestess of the Secret Amazon Order – equally skilled as a councillor and martial artist. She can be extremely helpful. On the other hand, she rearranges your life with brisk efficiency, sends her students out on strange and mysterious missions without explanation, and has very little time for wishy-washy foolishness. If it wasn’t for the fact that she’s so nice she’d be quite insufferable.

   Wait a moment… She IS insufferable.

   Well, one player decided that she wanted her character to be an “Amazon”, and a member of the “Secret Amazon Order”, and have the “High Priestess” for a contact – so here she is. I suppose it’s no more insane than most of the little cults and groups running around in Shadowrun.

   Professor Prometheus (real name unknown): uses a low-grade vehicle control rig, at least one cyberlimb full of built-in tools, skillwires, and an assortment of headware, skillsofts, drones, shops, and facilities. If you need some device built, examined, duplicated, or modified, the Professor is the one to see about it. He has been known to go shadowrunning, but far prefers stealth missions to fights – although if there is a fight, you never know what insane gadget he’ll pull out, and he can be counted on to use any run as an opportunity to field-test a bunch of weird gadgets.

   Personally, the Professor is relatively young, and can usually be found in his old warehouse – which he has fitted out with a wide variety of security systems. He likes to acquire exotic knowledge `softs and collects awakened memoribilia, information, and pets whenever he can – although the disaster which resulted when he tried to adopt a bargheest seems to have moderated this tendency for the moment.

   “Synthesist” (real name unknown) is an expert in exotic explosives, body bombs, and concealed “stealth” communications systems. He’s noted for his ability to smuggle bombs past even the most expert security operatives and most sophisticated detection systems. He – or perhaps she – is best known as a weapons supplier, and secondarily as a master assassin. His or her sidelines seem to include exotic toxins, nerve gases, and chemically-induced insanity. In most cases, the Synthesists work is encountered second-hand, since he or she usually seems to sell his or her lethal creations to various unpleasant organizations.

Shadowrun: Media Contacts

   Warren Harcourt/”Scoop” (Investigative Reporter); While a bit scruffy in person, Warren always manages to make a truly professional showing on camera. His acquaintances usually assume that it has something to do with image editing software. In person, Warren tends to be a bit of an egomaniac, considers himself a divine gift to the opposite sex – and never knows when to let go of a story. On the other hand, he’s a master at getting people to give him information – often by implying that it will somehow undercut whoever- or whatever- it is they dislike (There’s always SOMETHING they dislike). Warren usually works with a camera drone: that way he can control exactly what it focuses on. He may or may not have relevant cyberware, but he certainly does have micro-recorders and micro-cameras galore. Warren has done a few good deeds, if only by accident, but he certainly delights in scandal too.

   Christina Maxwell (Sketch Artist); This 12-year-old human seems to have the “Second Sight” or something like it. She tends to sketch people passing by, street scenes, landscapes, and dreams (in roughly that order) – and her sketches often contain curious clues, or are unexpectedly revealing and insightful. Fortunately, she knows better than to show most of the ominous ones to anyone she doesn’t know very well – and, in these days of microcamcorders and camera cybereyes, few people are looking out for old-fashioned sketch artists any longer. Personally, she tends to be a bit shy, almost always has a satchel with her books and art supplies, and will usually be found either reading or sketching.

   John T. Calbot (Media Producer); The owner, and operator, of “Dybbuk Simsense Productions”, Mr Calbot is actually more of a freelancer – news, documentaries, travelogues, scandal, or anything else he can get some film of, and sell. He does tend to try and promote “good causes” a bit, or at least not to do any damage. He does have one major quirk; he’s a serious amateur astronomer, and keeps trying to produce a special with something new and EXCITING to say about items such as asteroids or the moons of Saturn.

   Madman Jim (Pirate Broadcaster); Jim, perhaps unfortunately, knows the TRUTH. And he’s quite determined to get it out there – to the point of running his own little trid broadcast station. Illegally. Usually out of a van. Fortunately for Jim, he’s pretty good at disguising his feeds, and knows better than to ever appear personally in his productions. He’s actually cracked quite a few notable stories – or at least broadcast things that powerful people REALLY wanted covered up – but you have to wade through his endless ravings to find the real gems. Personally, Jim is a bit of a cleanliness fanatic, which makes his cluttered workspace – and tendency to drape himself in bits of electronic gear while “working” – all the odder. Fortunately for him, he also seems to be very very good with electronics, computers, and diversionary measures.

Shadowrun: Modifying Armor

   Over at The Virtual Crypt, one of the current Shadowrun players proposed a set of armor quality grades, to account for the occasional pieces of grossly out-of-date equipment or for upper-end high-tech experimental gear. That proposal modified the effect of the armor on the user’s combat pool, allowing upper-level armor to have less of an impact compared to a character’s quickness, while more primitive stuff would (presumably, despite what I suspect was a mathematical oversight) have a greater impact.

   That’s not at all a bad idea – although, I, personally, tend to assume that the armor ratings are not at all linear. For example, under the standard layering rules, if you wear two identical pieces of armor, the second one only counts at half-value, rounded down, as far as protecting you goes – although all the armor you wear counts at full value when considering penalties. If you layer three or more pieces, only the best two count for anything at all in the way of protection – although you may also gain modifiers for a (single) Shield and set of protective headgear.  Adding +20% to the protection offered involves considerably more than adding +20% to the thickness and weight of the armor, which is why the high-end armors are already custom-tailored and made of highly-advanced materials.

   Ergo, the top-end, custom-fitted, cutting-edge-materials variants of common armors must offer a relatively limited amount of additional protection, both because of that non-linear scaling, because you cannot practically armor a human being into invulnerability – eventually the transmitted impact will start squashing you against your own armor – and because allowing a character to become nigh-invulnerable simply by buying more expensive armor is detrimental to the game. It’s the old defense problem: you have to protect everywhere, but attacks can be concentrated on a particular spot.

   Besides, Shadowrun seems to assume both (1) quite a lot of competition among manufacturers (since, with computer-controlled micro-machine systems individuals can set up their own assembly lines relatively cheaply), and (2) that quite a few items – firearms and personal body armor among them – are fairly mature technologies barring major technological breakthroughs.

   Still, there’s nothing wrong with offering a bonus or reducing the penalties for highly advanced or extremely expensive items, or for penalizing more primitive ones (although primitive armor is unlikely to come into play very often). Ergo, here are some modifiers:

Technology level armor modifiers:

  • Primitive Armor (Bamboo, Rawhide, Leather, Laminated Cloth, Wood, etc): -2/-1.
  • Medieval Armor (Chainmail, Platemail, Scalemail, Laminated Leather, Etc): -1/-1
  • Industrial-Age Armor (Flak Jacket, Early Bulletproof Vests): -1/-0
  • Modern Armor: No modifiers. This covers pretty much all current armor except for leathers, which already include the appropriate modifiers.

   The modifiers reduce the protective value for armor of similar bulk and encumbrance to a minimum of zero, but the base values are still used for calculating penalties.

Other common items of armor include:

  • Headware: Padded Cap / Hood; +0/+1, Armored Hat / Scarf; +1/+1, Motorcycle / Security Helmet; +1/+2, Light Military Helmet; +2/+2, Heavy Military Helmet: +2/3.
  • Shields: Small +1/2, Large +2/3.

Further Armor Modifiers:

  • Built-In Gadgets: Common items include helmet-based communications and sensory-enhancement gear, various instruments, air filtration or tank-based respirators, grapple-guns, a communications harness (links several worn items to a datajack for cybernetic control), escape devices (ranging from simple plastic-restraint melters on through some very elaborate systems indeed), buoyancy adjusters, autoinjectiors, medical monitors, underwater maneuvering adaptions, massaging liners (you can stay still for a long time and remain fairly comfortable), water seals, and various weapons. In general, if you have it built in initially, the costs are about standard. If you add it afterwards, you’ll have to either pay extra or do the adaption work yourself.
  • Camouflage: An appropriate camouflage pattern provides a +4 bonus against detection where relevant, but may be conspicuous otherwise. Note that armor can mount electronic (2500 NY), thermal (2000 NY), and visual camouflage (free if fixed, +500 NY for chameleon cloth and a selection).
  • Dikoted: +1/+1. Dikote can only be applied to hard-surfaced armor or armor with internal plates. It is not, however, considered when calculating combat pool penalties. Unfortunately, dikoting a suit of armor normally costs around 200,000 NY.
  • Ensemble: If your armor is designed in multiple pieces, and you’re only wearing part of it, it will be less protective. Hopefully this is not news.
  • Expensive: +1/+1. This armor is perfectly fitted, made of the best possible materials, etcetera. This modifier is not considered when calculating combat pool penalties. Unfortunately, this costs multiplies the base cost by a factor of fifty to one hundred times.
  • Hardened: This armor totally deflects attacks with a remaining power of “0” and is proof against drug darts and such. It’s also quite conspicuous, incorporates obvious hardened plates, and cannot be layered.
  • Resistant: Armor with this modifier reduces the power of some form of special attack better than normal. +200 NY per point of resistance. No single suit of armor can support more than its (total impact and ballistic armor ratings) points of resistance. Common forms of special attack include chemicals, electricity, fire, cold, and light (lasers).
  • Thermal: +500 NY to remain comfortable in hot or cold weather. This should probably just be counted as a built-in gadget, but it’s popular enough to break out by itself.

   According to the Cannon Companion, “Form-Fitting Body Armor” adds protection when layered normally, but does not count when calculating penalties to the user’s combat pool (apparently it does count when calculating target number penalties). A 4/1 full suit is the best available. Given that this unique exception to the basic rules pretty much amounts to simply announcing that “any character who isn’t currently layering armor and who has a few thousand NY available gets a +2/0 armor bonus in exchange for a target number penalty”, it is not currently available. When everyone finishes up their characters I may change my mind however. It depends on just how big the armor-level differences are and what the penalties look like.

Shadowrun: Free Spirit Contacts

   Next up, here are a few of the Free Spirits which are around Seattle at the moment.

   Morkverg; This gnomish free earth elemental is a fairly benevolent trickster spirit – although he puts up an cranky and obdurate front. “He” tends to appear as a gnarled dwarvish type, usually dressed as a smith and smoking a pipe. He collects statuary, and his powers include Human Form, Aura Masking, Hidden Life, the ability to perform minor tricks with fire and metal, and the ability to serve as an advisor on metalwork and enchanting metal items (-2 to target numbers with his assistance). On the other hand, taking advantage of this power means putting up with his constant grumbling. At last report, Morkverg had a force of 5 and a spirit energy of 3 and his other powers were typical for an earth elemental.

   Aerial: Originally an air elemental, this animus spirit seems to like playing around a bit as well. Aerial likes to take either the form of a handsome young man – or that of a pegasi stallion. Either way, he’s something of a womanizer. He also likes to drop in on rooftops and in front of security cameras. He can often be persuaded to perform some minor task in exchange for enough NuYen to support a night out on the town. Aerial’s powers include Aura Masking, Human Form (and, apparently, also an “animal” one) – and Electromagnetic Control. Aerial has a force of 5 and 2 points of spirit energy.

   Electromagnetic Control allows a spirit to generate, and manipulate, electromagnetic energies – light and magnetism. The beings “manipulation pool” is equal to its force + it’s spirit energy. This can be used in a wide variety of ways, but as an attack it inflicts (F)M damage.

   Kaisera: Originally a fire elemental, Kaisera is now an Anima Free Spirit – and either a very benevolent one or one who’s chosen a winning strategy. “She” has opted to act as a caregiver and protectress of children. Her power has been growing rapidly, apparently because quite a few people have seen fit to give her karmic “donations” – or to pay her for healing. Her known powers include Human Form, Sorcery, Wealth, and Guardian (Children). She uses “Wealth” to fund her own “Middle” lifestyle, and that of her “guests” – a dozen staffers and about a hundred street children. Even with this ongoing 60,000 NY expense, she’s still built up a substantial reserve for emergencies. Her spells include; Antidote, Cure Disease, Heal, Detox, Oxygenate, Soothe, Detect Individual, Stun Bolt, and Barrier. At least Force 6, Spirit Energy 5, Sorcery 7. Kaisera has the usual powers of a fire “elemental”, but is apparently reluctant to use them to cause harm. She usually appears as a beautiful young woman in silken robes.

   Guardian is related to guard and magical guard, however it can only be applied within a limited (F) radius – and only on behalf of a particular group (E.G.; children, true believers, or some such). Guardian spirits divide their force ratings between sheltering their charges from accidents, magical, and physical harm – effectively granting arcane “armor” against such occurrences. Spirit energy modifies the users effective force normally.

   Soothe is a mana-based spell that calms excessive levels of neurological activity, such as are associated with pain, mania, epilepsy, hysteria, emotional overloads, and various mental disorders. The effect is permanent (10 turns), however new stimuli are not affected. The range is limited to touch, and the spell has an L drain.

   Kaisera may have more spells (Influence and some illusion- based spells seem likely), more powers – and a higher force rating. She gets quite a bit of support.

   Deathbringer: This Free Allied Spirit was apparently intended to provide it’s creator with fire support and the ultimate hold-out weapon. It has a fairly minimal force rating – 3 – and only 2 points of spirit energy; thanks to it’s obsession with violence, it rarely finds anybody willing to give it karma to improve matters. It’s usual mode of operation is to find someone with a thirst for revenge (and at least latent magical abilities), and to offer it to them. Those who accept will be possessed. Deathbringer then spends whatever money they have on weapons and armor, and goes out to blow their enemies away. It usually (always so far) gets it’s “host” killed in a day or so. In cases where it’s host has no specific foes, it wanders about until a target presents itself.

  • Attributes; Str 4, Qui 6, Bod 6, Int 4, Wil 5, and Chr 3. When in possession of a host use it’s physical attributes plus 5. 1D6+15 initiative when manifested, in a host use normal initiative.
  • Innate Powers: Aid Power, Materialization (As an Enfield AS-7), Sorcery (Knows; Enhanced Reflexes-III, Various Enhanced Senses, Pain Block, and Reload Gun), Telepathic Link (With no “master” it can now speak to anyone, but only at short ranges) and Three-Dimensional Movement (As a gun. This can be upsetting…). Skills of Sorcery-4 and Shotgun-7.
  • Free Spirit Powers : Aura Masking, Possession and Sorcery (Since it already had this it’s enhanced – it can maintain it’s spells on a host without penalty, and has acquired a few extra spells for “free”).

City Father Mondo-Seattle, Animus Spirit

   Hmmm? Ho-Ho-HO! What’s this now?

   “Seattle” is a powerful Free City Spirit which sees itself as the living “Spirit of Seattle”. It takes a variety of forms, ranging from a stout politician in a black suit with a cigar to it’s favorite – a talking data kiosk and ATM machine. It likes to see the city prospering and lively, to see the cities people busy and productive, and to keep major disasters away. Runners are a problem when they’re disruptive, but are also sometimes useful to dump missions on. The “City Father” was last reported to be about force 8 and Spirit Energy 7, possessing the powers of Great Form, Sorcery, and Wealth, apparently among others.

Shadowrun: Medical Contacts

   Next up, it’s some medical contacts for Shadowrunners. After all, when you need a doctor, you tend to need one badly – and it’s always nice to know one who doesn’t ask too many inconvenient questions.

   Martin E.E. “Doc” Smith (AKA; “Old Lost-In-Space”) had been peacefully semiretired until the social services went all to hell. At that point he needed some extra income. More importantly, an awful lot of people lost access to any kind of medical care beyond the public health vaccinations and clinics. He was old fashioned enough to take his hippocratic oath seriously – and that was simply WRONG. His skills might not be up to the latest gadgetry, but he wasn’t going to have it anyway. He might be a bit rusty, and it’d been a long time since his work with “Doctors Without Borders” – but Dr. Smith was back in business.

   In the years since he’s become used to getting his supplies from shady street dealers, to having to play one gang off against another to keep his small clinic open, and to treating people who don’t officially exist at all. Fortunately some of the newer drugs help keep his memory reasonably keen, and the stiffness of age at bay.

   The good doctor is currently 86, and going strong. Still, he graduated in 2002. He really isn’t much for cyberware installation, organ transplants, and so on. That sort of thing is a bit more specialized then the occasional update course could really cover. On the other hand, he’s VERY good at improvising and “basic” medicine.

   Stephen Miller (“Bones”) is actually quite skilled. Unfortunately, he’s also an avid Trekkie with complete collections of all sixteen series and eighteen movies – ranging from the original series on through “Guardians of the Federation” and not even neglecting “The Generation After Next” (despite it’s general denouncement by most fans as a misbegotten monstrosity that should never have been aired). He’s gone so far as to have some cosmetic surgery to make him look more like “Dr McCoy” from the original series – and to emulate some of the characters mannerisms. Stephen tends to complain endlessly about the primitive conditions he’s expected to work under and sometimes gives anxious and unaware bystanders severe shocks by announcing; “He’s Dead Jim!” over patients who’re actually doing pretty well.

   Unfortunately, while Stephen is a highly skilled physician and surgeon, he’s generally against gratuitous meddling with people: he’ll willingly patch you up, or even repair existing cyberware, but if you want cosmetic surgery, or to have perfectly healthy parts replaced with metal, he’s not going to have anything to do with it – although he can usually be talked into installing basic bioware implants and datajacks.

   Doctor Octavius Asprenus runs his own small cyberclinc, is quite skilled as a surgeon, and is reasonably talented (if eccentric) as a cyberware designer. Unfortunately, the good doctor is more than a little shady. He is definitely willing to persuade gullible patients to try out his experimental designs for him, to install “meat puppet” systems, and to push the boundaries of medical ethics in a wide variety of ways. At least according to rumor, he is also willing to “work” on unwilling patients, to perform manipulative neurosurgery, to implant memories, to install secondhand or otherwise questionable wares, and to implant control systems if the price is right.

   Personally the doctor is small, thin, and slightly oily seeming. He uses a low-grade control rig to direct a variety of assisting devices, allowing him to work without the surgical team that most cybersurgeons require.

   Ithmar Bahai was a youthful intern before he goblinized, and was contacted by Bear. Today he’s one of the more important peaceful leaders of the various “Ork Rights” groups, as well as one of the best shamans and physicians in the Ork Underground. Ithmar provides runners with a variety of safehouse services, medical treatments, and even limited research services (such as chemical analysis and the creation of antidotes and vaccines), in exchange for the equipment, supplies, and money he needs to keep his clinic operating and his people healthy. In some ways, he’s the medical equivalent of a Fixer; if you’re looking for medical information, an exotic treatment, or some specialized bioware or cyberware, he’s very likely to have a good idea of where you can get it.

   Personally, Ithmar is late middle aged – he appears to be aging more slowly than the usual Ork, possibly due to his healthy lifestyle or some genetic predisposition – and tends to dress in a clean lab coat, wear a stethoscope, and otherwise carefully conforms to the typical “doctors outfit”. It tends to clearly identify him in the Underground and serves to confuse the prejudiced, who find it hard to associate “doctor” with “ork”.

Shadowrun: Rigger Contacts

   Next up, it’s a selection of possible rigger contacts for Shadowrun.

   Victor Orman (“Falcon”) is an elven aircraft specialist who has somehow obtained the services of a high-powered air spirit of some type. He takes smuggling, long-range transport, and combat pickup (usually on a contingency basis) missions – dropping in, providing some covering fire, and getting out at supernaturally-enhanced speeds. He has been known to easily outrun, or outmaneuver, most missiles. Personally, he tends to chase women, to play up the “hotshot pilot” image for all its worth, and to be a bit of a rogue. He usually claims that he has to charge outrageous prices to afford all the child support and college funds he has to pay for.

   Michael Coris (“Scorpion”) is ruthless and manipulative, but he’s an expert on remote-controlled “skateboard” or “crawler” bombs and “minitank” remotes for combat missions (where he uses them to their maximum potential) and on running crawlers and telemanipulated animals for softer missions, such as spying, planting listening devices, and tapping communications lines. If at all possible, he prefers to have a remote hook into enemy communications and feed them false information. Why waste your resources if you can use someone else’s?

   “Telemanipulated Animals” are equipped with a neuromuscular control chip, an audiovisual pickup, and a small transciever. They can be directed to perform complex actions – but the “operators” effective skill is halved. The gear, and implant surgery, costs about 10,000 NY. The most common uses are in infiltration and rescue work; no remote unit yet invented can wiggle through pipes and vents, or wiggle through rubble and search for survivors, as well as a ferret.

   Lisa Ab’Tyrr (“Sirocco”) seems to have fitted out her remote-control gear with major computer- augmentation and a selection of “expert” (R5) autopilot programs, allowing her to run at least three times as many drones as riggers can usually manage. For the most part, her tendency is to concentrate as much force as possible, as quickly as possible, and then get out. Lisa seems to show a fair level of social conscience about the jobs she takes, although that hasn’t stopped her from loosely allying with the local gangs which surround the old parking garage she works out of. On the other hand, she’s been known assist in attempts to discourage the practice of picking up strays, waifs, and runaways for various unpleasant purposes upon their arrival in the city.

   “Wraith” runs stealth/penetration missions, using a set of vehicles heavily tricked out with ECM systems, rotor baffles, chameleon coatings, and other stealth gear. She doesn’t take combat missions, although she’s certainly willing to launch a few missiles and take a few shots to cover a retreat. If at all possible, she prefers insertion missions, or simple pickups – such as pulling a willing extractee off the normally-secure roof of their corporate highrise. Personally she’s a slim young asian woman who likes light silk clothing and favors a “pale” look. She never discusses her past, but most of those who have encountered her believe that she’s an escapee from some over-controlling corporate family herself.

   Tecumseh Shantil (“Witch-Spider”) may be nothing more than rumor – but according to said rumor, he’s an eccentric mage who opted to give up some of his magical ability in exchange for a Vehicle Control Rig and a few other bits of cyberware. He then initiated to bring his magical talents back up to par – and to obtain the power to imbue his drones with magic, maintain the link across realms, move them into the astral plane with him, and even drop back into the material plane with them. Outside of being a feared assassin, Witch-Spider is one of the few mages willing to hunt down and confront spirits on the astral plane.