Numenera 22 – um, some other numbers.

We got pretty much through Weird Discoveries, the 10 instant adventure supplement for Numenera. They’re planning on doing one for Numenera 2 and I’m psyched for that because they are really minimal set-up adventures that are generic enough that they can be slotted into any remote area of the Ninth World (which is… like, most of it) but full of Numenera flavour. 

I wish more games designers would do this because it definitely suits my purpose and I bet there’s a bunch of 40+ GMs who find themselves with not quite enough time and want someone else to do the heavy lifting.

There are two we never got into, one because I couldn’t fit it in and the other because the lure didn’t get taken: that’s one of the things I thought would be a problem with this setting – that there’s so much weird stuff that the players might not be able to differentiate between things that were worth investigating further and things that are just weird and awesome.

Anyway, me needing a break from running Numenera coincides with the using up all the instant adventures I was planning on using, the release of Numenera 2, Bryce being on paternity leave/sleep deprivation mental vacancy, me spilling coffee over all my damn notes and the release of a bunch of other interesting RPGs. There are still other things in particular I want to run for Numenera – The Devil’s Spine short campaign is quite a different thing from the freewheeling explorer’s for hire High Plains Drifting shit we’ve been doing. There are two other downloads from MCG, one of which is excellent. And there are six adventures for free in N2. So we have plenty of mileage left in a game I enjoy and I’m pretty satisfied with that. I enjoy the Cypher system as a game system too and I’m looking forward to playing The Stars Are Fire with it (see other post where I dribble over other games).

I do find that if I don’t recap, I have no recall of what we did. There has been a few times where I just have no idea what I’m doing if someone doesn’t remind me. So I should really get back on that…

Oh boy, I haven’t updated since they were looking for Jip Krofwarten. There’s been some water under the bridge since then… in brief; they found Jip, found out that he was indeed another Meef-alike called Jip Krofwarten, and he was wanted by some heavy powers because of his relatively innocent involvement in a heist. Jip was trying to play the angles to try to get out of the situation rich and alive, but the players largely didn’t care to get involved in the caper and Red turned him in to the authorities for a reward. 

The situation was not resolved as Jip would not give up the location of the artifact he’d stolen from the thieves who’d stolen it from one of Giana’s father’s lieutenants (it was his fellow clone, Meef, who had them). When torture wouldn’t work on him, they decided to grab his girlfriend and kid of the street and torture them instead. 

While all this torture and manly resistance was going on to Meef’s benefit, Meef was conning a dying airship captain out of his flying ship. With the means to skip town and get away from the various dangerous entanglements Jip’s situation had ensnared them in, they were invited along to meet Dracogen, creepy af shadow entity. They had problems, he had solutions: for completing a job, they’d learn the way to the Temple of The Blind God (although Jip also claimed to know how to get there, before they handed him over to be tortured). 

They took their flying ship, The Ruffian, out to a remote village that had appealed to Dracogen for help. They fixed their wagon… leaving their village smashed and burned but danger free. (This adventure would be impossible to describe without revealing the twist, but it was a good one, I enjoyed it.) And Dracogen was well pleased and coughed up the information. 

So taken was he with them that he had further work for them, a delve into the famous Orgorek. They had been approached by Jip’s future Mother-in-Laws, incensed that the party had endangered their daughter by handing Jip over for torture. So they worked out a deal with Dracogen to have Jip freed inexchange for exploring the Orgorek. 

They flew way up north, The Ruffian outfitted with crew, a sex yurt for Red trailing off the back and a welded-on crew cabin. they checked out the Orgorek and found a bunch of interesting things, not least of which was an Octopus explorer they named Vern whose skim-craft had crashed into the heavily defended Orgorek.

Heading home they were almost taken over by the Iron Wind, but found last second shelter in a chasm, their ship crashing into ancient structures. They encountered a priestess with a problem, sort of solved the problem, and then fixed their ship up enough to head off home.

Numenera 17 – 21?

Now that I am released from the tyrannical grip of the excellent Pillars of Eternity II, (STRONG RECOMMEND), I finally have time to update. Major spoilers for the Into The Obelisk scenario from Weird Discoveries – there’s really no way to write around it. After that, like immediately after that, it’s largely all winged, as we start getting into some story arc stuff and then also the really excellent scenario Hunting for Krofwarten by Chris Fitzgerald that appeared in Cyphercaster Magazine.

This week sees Numenera 2 go to the printers and I have a free preview PDF to read of a bunch of the new stuff. You can too, if you head over to

I think that’ll work.

So, quickly then because there’s a lot to catch up on…

Floating away from Berenock as fast as they could float, they found that the Captain of the vessel wasn’t particularly pleased that they’d wrecked his months of negotiations with the various bureaucratic committees required to secure contracts to Berenock’s amazing natural dye crops. What’s done is done though and he didn’t seem to hold any grudges, or murderous need to dump them over the side into the sky.

I would quite happily spend all day looking at pictures of fantasy airships.

The group asked that they be returned to The Beanstalk, which they were and they bee-lined it to Vecchi, who was, after all the friendly face they knew here.

Vecchi had a job for them, since he was rooting around his old contacts to perhaps find where Meef’s double.. sorta.. Roche had gone in search of the Temple of the Blind God and why, and what was going on with all the dudes that look like Meef. Vecchi had been tracking, as much as possible, the Iron Wind’s passage across the Plains of Kataru and noticed, among the chaotic data, an anomaly: a place the Iron Wind would bend its path to avoid, the village of Duzanan. Maybe, thought Vecchi, that had something to do with the giant obelisk floating above it. Probably, eh?

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Numenera 16: The Berenock Deception

Berenock is only briefly described in the adventure in Weird Discoveries. Literally the only information is that it is free of the despotic rule of House Nooran, it floats in the sky and is accessible by fish-dirigible. So I ended up winging everything and I’m quite pleased with how it turned out: it felt like a place with identity and put the players into more than a few conversarguments about whether or not it was worth saving. The easy way would be to have a flawless Disney-eque village or a Totalitarian Shithole with which to contrast House Nooran’s plans. But Berenock turned out to be a bit more complex than that. It’d be nice to return there someday. For me, anyway.

I searched through Pinterest for some ideas and that turned out to be a good way to throw a couple of ideas together and have something to show for it, in this case the character studies by Ivan Dedov, an artist about whom I know nothing, except that he painted austere dudes with fancy hats. That was enough to get me started and the players through solicited input and reactions to things I added helped create the rest. Cheers Ivan.

Berenock City Guard.
Art by Ivan Dedov for something completely different, but after stumbling across this and a few others of his, I started putting together what Berenock might be like.

Berenock is a floating island city state, aloof and removed from the surrounding (relatively speaking) settlements of the Southern Plains of Kataru. Surrounded by farmlands, the city proper is small, a jumble of different architectural styles, arranged in an aesthetically pleasing way; although the predominance of onion domes is noticeable. Resources are in short supply on Berenock, so a lot has been preserved that in other regions would have been replaced.

Visitors arrive at an area set aside for docking airships and niacali, an enclosed port on the edge of the city. The party’s niacali gondola touched down gracefully and they climbed out to be greeted by a functionary wearing a lovely square hat. After something of a misunderstanding regarding who Red Pepper might be, the functionary returned with half a dozen white conical hats for them to wear during their time in Berenock. Their compulsory white conical hats.

They found Berenock to be an orderly, subdued place. The people, all wearing hats denoting their place in the carefully managed society were friendly enough, but very reluctant to speak about certain topics. One such topic were the Gazers, groups of floating metal spheres that roamed the streets, checking everything out.

Their dialect was a bit off the beaten path from the typical truth spoken in the area and they used a modified form of alphabet. Their clothing was heavy and fairly drab, considering their main export was dye – the dyes, extracted from flowers grown in the fields surrounding the city, were used to dye food too and it was possible to by vivid blue meat on a stick, or lime green pickled eggs, although it didn’t do anything to change the taste. Of all the many bright coloured powders on display, there were no reds at all.

The people of Berenock didn’t seem to have much livestock or previous world technology (at least visible and in use), but they got around on foot through their well cobbled streets or by way of hovering scooter like devices to which they attached trailers and panniers to make floating carts and rickshaws. PWT was sold at a stall in the market, but seemed to be very heavily monitored by the Committee for Relic Preservation and Dispersal.

They took a turn by a museum, , under the auspices of the Committee for Education and Veracity, dedicated to telling the story of the peaceful(ish) revolution that ousted the Noorans – the populace, having grown sick of the inept brutality of their ruling house overthrew the Noorans in absentia and simply refused tho allow them to return. There was some pushback by the nobles, but not that much and so the Directorate which governs the Committees that make up Berenock was formed and everyone has been very content since then, thank you very much, stop asking. Please, stop asking.

After getting a feel for the city, they headed to the assigned visitor lodgings: a comfortable inn in an ornate stone building, called Pierlu’s Hotel. Solely for the use of the white hatted visitors, the rooms were small and simple, and most of the visitors seemed to have gathered in the taproom.

There they met a man named Calgor Addor, who had folded his conical cap at a jaunty angle and seemed as skeptical about Berenock and its tightly ordered society as they were beginning to feel. Furthermore it came to light that he was also here on an errand from Orrudis on behalf of House Nooran. He had been tasked with awaiting some great signal, which he was then to relay to the Seneschal and so begin the restoration. In the mean time, he’d discovered that the city state wasn’t free with their red dye because it was a potent euphoric when mixed with alcohol. He planned to make a fortune when a grateful House Nooran was handing out concessions to it’s restorers. He gave a hit of the red powder to Meef, who greatly approved, or if he disapproved, had a wonderful time doing so.

The gnawing doubts about the liquid-filled “recording device” plagued the party however, especially as they’d seen a Berenock-made munition for sale at the market (a relic of the more bellicose Nooran era) that looked pretty similar. Sharad used Calgor to set up a meeting with a functionary of one of the Committees to figure out what the device was and how it worked. There was a lot of discussion among the group about whether this was really a recording playback device or a bomb and whether or not they could record a copy of the audio recording. The meeting would have to wait until morning, however, as curfew had been imposed.

That night, Giana was awakened by a very very high pitched sound, on the edge of her hearing, coming from outside. She looked out her window onto the street below and saw a man running frantically, pursued by Gazers. The panicked man didn’t get far before a larger, slower metal orb appeared to cut off his escape. A metal limb unfolded from the larger orb and it quickly lunged at him, the limb lashing out, the man instantly liquified where he stood. He splashed to the cobbles. The floating orbs slowed and retreated and the city stayed silent.

A Gazer.

Giana was horrified but within minutes couldn’t quite tell you what it was that had horrified her. By the time she could tell anyone about it the next morning, she’d forgotten almost all of it, except that  she had a vague notion of being appalled by something bad that had happened.

They made their way to the market, to meet with Calgor’s contact, Ludov. The nervous young man worked for the Committee of Relic Preservation and Dispersal and had a flat metal plate with a series of cables that he was able to plug into the “recording device”. He made anxious chit-chat as he waited for the results to come up. Sharad, looking over his shoulder saw the results as they came in and acted quickly, snatching the plate away from the startled man before he could see them. The man wanted to know what gives, but Sharad pretended that he really didn’t want to know, changed his mind, very suddenly. While this was going on, there was a kerfuffle at the edge of the marketplace, which then became a panic. Gazers appeared and, causing a panicked crowd to flee, one of the larger orbs that seemed dimly familiar and ominous to Giana. The poor sap that Calgor had gulled into helping them was helpless before the floating orb as it approached and with a flick of an unfolding arm, liquefied him on the spot. The party fled in horror.

Disassembler, by McHugh

Sharad was closest to the orb when it puddled the poor techie and while everyone else was able to sidle away/flee with everyone else, he had a harder time evading the Gazers. Fortunately, he managed to swipe a hat to replace white cone and that gave him just enough of a diversion to get away from the Gazers and get swept up in the tide of other flat-fronted hats.

The team regrouped at Pierlu’s but it wasn’t long before an armed patrol of guards, along with a whole bunch of Gazers and a Committee member appeared at the hostelry. They had come to see the party, but ended up finding only Meef, Sharad and Giana. Red and Loretta kept a low enough profile that they were not brought along. Also not brought along: the ‘bomb’ and the metal plate that had been used to analyse it – Giana managed to TK those out of the way and amazingly – onto the roof.

The trio were politely but firmly ordered to accompany Aless, the Committee member, to the Directorate’s tower in the center of town: the out-of-place metal cylinder. They were politely but firmly put on floating scooter rickshaws and politely but firmly driven to the tower. There, at the foot of the cylinder, in front of its open force field covered entrance, they were politely but firmly allowed out of the rickshaws and asked to follow the Committee member.

Committee Member Aless.
Art by Ivan Dedov again.

At this, Sharad balked. Even though Meef and Giana went through the shimmering wall of light (and had not been harmed or disarmed), Sharad wasn’t going through. He tried bluffing one of his guards, with uncanny success, because he’s Sharad and talking people into things is kind of his bag. The guard, convinced that Sharad was a friend of his father’s, reassured Sharad that it wasn’t an ambush or trap.

Sharad eventually consented and entered the tower. Aless led them through to a central atrium with a ramp that wound up to the ceiling far above. Along the ramp were doors, lots of doors, labelled with the name of the committee that met behind them presumably.

And that’s where things got hazy. Back out of the tower after the meeting, they could remember little of the questions they had been asked and what had been decided, except to say that they had explained and the committee had released them, with the understanding that they leave as soon as was convenient.

On the ride home however, the guard who had been convinced that Sharad was an old family friend pulled the rickshaw cart into an alleyway and told them that their minds had been clouded. He gave them a crystal liquid that would apparently clear the fog from their memory. They took it and their memories returned: they recalled walking through the door marked as the home of the Committee of Public Safety and Moral Hygiene, the vibrant sunlit garden beyond it, the questioning by the members of the committee seated on a balcony, the story they spun about knowing nothing about the bomb that the Ludov revealed.

The town was starting to get to them, they decided: creepy surveillance bots, weird hats, liquified dissidents, and memory manipulation. However, what the Committee had told them didn’t put Orrudis and the plans of House Nooran in any better standing. When they ran into Calgor, the mercenary agent was incredulous that they believed anything that they’d learned. Berenock’s Directorate, he said, was manipulating them – it was the Directorate’s employees who had told them the recording device was a bomb and given them a memory ‘restoring’ fluid. He believed that the Berenockians were skillfully turning the party against Orrudis as they were masters of thought control.


Their minds were not changed, however, they were content to leave as the Committee had requested. They scored a bunch of red dye powder from Calgor in exchange for shins and said goodbye. They set about hiding the ‘viral bomb’, Meef finding a wall cavity in which to hide it.

The following morning, another troop of guards arrived at Pierlu’s with Committee Member Aless bearing gifts for the departing party. Sharad was the only one brave enough to actually go down and talk to the Committee Member. He was thanked for his cooperation and presented with a shallow chest: a fine tricorn hat for Meef, Sharad and Giana each and a beautiful selection of Berenock’s finest, most vibrant dyes.

As he presented these farewell-don’t-come-back gifts/bribes he suddenly went rigid and blood cascaded from underneath is hexagonal hat. He slid to the floor, his head fountaining blood from a neat slot that had been cut into the top of his skull. Sharad looked on, aghast, as one of the guards turned at the sound and screamed “They’ve killed the Committee Member!” he rushed into the room and Sharad immediately put him in Stasis and bolted up the stairs.

As the guards responded, the party sprang into action, variously hiding, fleeing, or preparing for combat. The guards, meanwhile advanced cautiously into the hallway in which the party was individually quartered… and were butchered by an unseen foe. One guardsman, decapitated seemed to writhe in midair as a spray of arterial blood wrote FINISH THE JOB on the wall. That’s some penmanship. The message appeared to be directed at Red, who was about the only person who could see it who wasn’t being sliced to ribbons by some unseen force.

They were able to confirm that Aless was dead, a single penetrating wound to the top of his head, piercing his hat. Someone was able to snatch away his cane,  but they left the crate of gifts behind. They fled the hotel as the Gazers descended on it, more guard patrols arriving as well as the dreaded Liquidator orbs. One such Orb got itself between Sharad and the rest of the party who were preparing to make a dash for the airport/landing grounds. Sharad threw up a wall of energy, the crackling lightning keeping the Orb at bay while it tried to find a way around it.

Then, who should come to the rescue, but Shome, follower extraordinaire. He stole a rickshaw and set it speeding towards Sharad through the wall of energy, bailing before he had to pass close to the Orb. The floating scooter passed through the wall and skidded, inert and fried to Sharad’s feet. Sharad, leapt aboard, kicked it back to life and zoomed away from the scene.

Hurrying through the quickly emptying marketplace before the landing grounds, they were pursued by Gazers and the larger Disassembler orbs, but hid, Sharad nabbing another passerby’s hat. Then they vaulted over the counter of a place selling street food on skewers that was built into the wall surrounding the port and popped out on the other side.

They raced for the nearest airship, Red spotting a signifier and delivering a passphrase that had the captain hurriedly ordering the lines severed and the sails set for hasty exit. The party was hauled aboard as the ship slipped its moorings and lifted into the sky. Peering over the gunwales they saw Gazers and Disassemblers cross the wall that separated the city and the port, but they were too late.

Airship, by Tao Yang.

The last arrival they saw as Berenock slipped away under them, was a lone figure, standing on the precarious end one of the long guide beams of the airship dock and a full suit of dark blue plate armour. It shimmered into sight, seemed to consider the rising airship for a second or tow and then turned and walked gracefully down the spar, shimmering out of sight again.


Rising Sun toe-dipping

We’re two games in on Rising Sun, and I’m still happily baffled at how to win at that game. Our first game (me, JIM, Ben and Rolland) was a learning experience and Ben ended up romping home to a comfortable victory. Our second time out (me, JIM, Ben and Matt) and it became obvious that just a single (unsuccessful) game under your belt was a big advantage against someone who had not played before. Someone can explain the component parts of the game, but until you see how they interact with each other, it is difficult to grasp the bigger picture. Ben won again, but he had me by only 4 points, JIM not too far behind and Matt, despite coming last (I think) made a good go of it and was at one point doing well.

I had the fearsome Oni of Skulls this game. He was kidnapped and then killed himself, so he’s dangerous… to himself.

The rules of the game are easy. The three phases (Tea Ceremony, Political and War) are simple enough, but how they work together becomes so entertaining as the game goes on.  While you decide who you want to sorta work along with during the diplomatic Tea Ceremony, the Political phase is about getting your Force out onto the bits of the board you want to win, and during the War phase you resolve contested bits of the board.

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Numenera 15: The Feast of Eyeballs

Here’s a summary of the last two sessions, the first of which easily slides into my top 10 roleplaying sessions on account of how well it went in terms of player buy-in and cascading wackiness. The second was almost entirely recovery from said wackiness, where the players learned a bunch of things and got recalibrated to go about their exploring business again.

Inside The Pyramid is an adventure from the Weird Discoveries and in light of the ‘surprise’ contained in the adventure, no one who might eventually play this should read this recap because it spoils the fun and it was tremendous fun.

  • Sharad, an Intelligent Nano who Leads and also, wouldn’t mind a bite of your eyes, if you’re offering.
  • Rosetta, a Graceful Nano who Crafts Unique Items and who has a fever and the only prescription is more eyeballs.
  • Giana, a Strong-willed Jack who Focuses Mind-Over-Matter and could go an eye or two.
  • Meef, a Mechanical Jack who Exists Partially Out Of Phase and has a hankering for some ‘face oysters’.
  • Red Pepper, a Graceful Glaive who Wields Two Weapons and dammit, doesn’t want any of these weirdos to to eat her damn eyes.

A painting of The Beanstalk, by Chrom.
Also, The Beanstalk, by Crom!

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Reviews and Previews: Jamaica/Photosynthesis/Adventure.exe/Cpt. Sonar/Betrayal at Baldur’s Gate/Rising Sun

Me, but with miniatures and tokens.

Okay, with Jonathan and Steven’s visit we went full-bore games shopping for some likely additions to our respective catalogues. Some I can review (along with a podcast), some I can preview, but keep in mind that I tend to like boardgames. Rarely meet one that I couldn’t enjoy a few times.  The two that we tried out were very enjoyable, but unless I get an amazing deal I’ll probably not pick them up, but they would certainly be good additions to a game library.

There are a few things I haven’t got to completely finishing yet, like the entire back catalog of Cirith Ungol, the streamed sessions of MCG’s Invisible Sun, the new Numenera novel “The Night Clave” and the campaign “The Devil’s Spine”. Mostly that’s because I’ve been busy with Crusader Kings 2, because it is so great and eats all my time and I don’t care and let me tell you about my Kings…


A turn based race around the island of Jamaica. It’s a six player, 45 minute game that is easy to pick up, got a bit of tactics to it and with beautiful (nay, award winning) art. After you get the gist of the rules there’s no reading required and you cant be knocked out of the game, so it would be a good game for kids.

Players have a hand of three 2-action cards; the lead player rolls two dice, and assigns one die to morning and one to the evening. Then everyone chooses a 2-action card, the first action tied to the morning die and the second action tied to the evening die. So if the dice were 2 then 5, a player could assign a Collect Morning (and collect 2) Action and a Move Evening (and move 5 spaces) Action. This means the dice usually favour the roller because they can tailor the dice/action interaction, but not always.

To land on most spaces requires either food or gold, resources you can collect as you go. If you don’t have enough of these things, you end up going backwards, which sounds bad in a race, but can sometimes work out well. The only spaces that don’t have this kind of tax are pirate hideouts, which give treasure to the first person who lands there. Some of that is Victory Points, some of it is gear that helps in combat.

Basically the first person across the finish line gets a whole bunch of points and wins, unless their opponent is close behind/laden with treasure. Streaking for the finish line is a pretty solid strategy, but there are a few tactical things like cargo management and treasure detours that make for a more interesting game.

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Numenera 14: Chekov’s Big Hole In The Floor

  • Sharad, an Intelligent Nano who Leads and hey, is that a image-empathic retrieval nanite generator or is this pyramid just happy to see me?
  • Rosetta, a Graceful Nano who Crafts Unique Items and whose nemesis may be falling vending machines.
  • Red Pepper, a Graceful Glaive who Wields Two Weapons and a Parthian grenade.
  • Giana, a Strong-willed Jack who Focuses Mind-Over-Matter and floating about a lot.

and only a little bit later…

  • Meef, a Mechanical Jack who Exists Partially Out Of Phase and didn’t even notice that machine fall, what?

The big accomplishments of last session were to successfully find the big Black Pyramid and the ruined city beneath it, but also to find a way inside the pyramid.

STILL one of my favourite Numenera images.

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Numenera 12 and 13: The Plains of Kataru

Okay I’m really going to have to rattle this off if I’m to get up to date by the time we play on Sunday, so this is going to be pretty truncated (Edit: it didn’t feel truncated). The usual spoiler warning (for Weird Discoveries) but at this point there’s so much name-changing and character sub-plot threads being woven in to it that I doubt reading this would help much with either of the two scenarios the party is currently enmeshed in.

After her entertainingly weird introduction Loretta has not been with the party – presumably she was just content to have caught up with her sisters, establish that they were okay and then take in a spa in Plainsight for a few days.

I’ve spent worse Saturdays.

  • Sharad, an Intelligent Nano who Leads and has a pretty good track record of always having the right grenade for the job.
  • Meef, a Mechanical Jack who Exists Partially Out Of Phase and  is no one’s dinner.
  • Red Pepper, a Graceful Glaive who Wields Two Weapons and is possessed, maybe?
  • Giana, a Strong-willed Jack who Focuses Mind-Over-Matter and runs out into the night chasing ghosts in her nightie like she’s in a Meatloaf video.

The party left Plainsight early in the morning, buying some fleet footed Esprons to take them across the Plains of Kataru to the Beanstalk. The Esprons are heavy on bursts of amazing speed, but low on stamina, so they rotated between walking, riding and sprinting. Moving away from Plainsight and out into the Plains, they couldn’t see very far ahead most of the time, but noticed that the land rolled in ripples.

They took in their surroundings; the dry grasslands and finely ground multicoloured drit patches where there was no grass. They saw winged shoals of silver skyborne fish swoop and twist as they chased swarms of insects down and they found the carcass of a large saurian, dead by some act of massive violence, most likely another large saurian. Their first waking on the Plains of Kataru saw them waking up as the shadows of airships floated past some way off.

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Numenera 10 and 11: When you go down to the woods today…

Just getting caught up now – if I get last week’s session (fairly short, influenced as it was by the celebratory mood following the Vikings game) and tomorrow’s session ( an ultra-rare Saturday session) I’ll be happy and caught up. Spoilers for a few of the adventures in Weird Discoveries…

  • Sharad, an Intelligent Nano who Leads and has ‘Future Messianic Cult Leader’ written all over him.
  • Meef, a Mechanical Jack who Exists Partially Out Of Phase and… oh gods no, Beeees!
  • Giana, a Strong-willed Jack who Focuses Mind-Over-Matter and juggles bear cubs.
  • Red Pepper, a Graceful Glaive who Wields Two Weapons and might not be all there.

and introducing

  • Loretta, a Graceful Nano who Crafts Unique Items and arrives like really weird, disorganized cavalry.

Probing into the outskirts of the Ausren Woods, the party of irresponsible recyclers didn’t take long to find a trace of the missing agents of Orrudis. Cries for help were audible through the blue leaves of the very poisonous deciduous forest. Upon tracking down the source of the cries, they found a small container, set into the ground, with desperate eyes and waving arms at the vents that ringed the circular pod. Inside the pod were big bluff Horrik, imperious Tavarana, scowling Nils or Niles (I can never decide how I’m going to say it until I’m saying it) and a small, pale haired mutant called Yeri.

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Numenera 9 and 10: The Creeper

This is where things get a bit more vague. I may not have the order of events down correctly, but here’s the fundamentals of what went down.

  • Sharad, an Intelligent Nano who Leads a cult of one.
  • Meef, a Mechanical Jack who Exists Partially Out Of Phase but always in demand.
  • Giana, a Strong-willed Jack who Focuses Mind-Over-Matter and mind over physics in general.
  • Red Pepper, a Graceful Glaive who Wields Two Weapons and loans them out to the inside of enemies skulls.

Back at their hotel, they found a disappointed Theybis (because they hadn’t brought him any samples) and a present for Meef; a form fitting bodysuit, very well tailored, very snug but a perfect fit. The present had been left by his creeper. He declined it.

So snug. Sooooo snug.

They had a couple of errands to run, now that they’d told the Ataman that the problem was solved. They had healing to take care of, on account of being so beat up and once that was done they hit the town.

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