CITY RUNNING

TROIKA!

Primarily Works by Logan Knight

Edited and Gently Modified by Matrox Lusch
A weather table. You pick a starting spot and move through it randomly to generate
the weather day by day.

Six Dimensional Weather by Daniel Sell

(whatwouldconando.blogspot.com/2017/04/five-dimensional-weather.html)
 CITY RUNNING
TROIKA!
SPECIAL URBAN WORK
Primarily Being a Cheap and Dirty
Introduction to the City of Cörpathium
and other works by Logan Knight
(www.lastgaspgrimoire.com)
Edited and Gently Modified by
Matrox Lusch (all errors mine)
NOTE: City Running Troika! is an independent production by Direbane Publishing
and is not affiliated with Melsonian Arts Council.

Foreword © 2019 – DIREBANE PUBLISHING

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(Cover art "Paris-Neuf, ou Reve et Réalité. Grande fantasmagorie, etc. [In verse.]"
by Charles Simon Pascal, 1861. Elongating and coloration by Matrox Lusch)

INQUIRIES REGARDING RULES SHOULD BE SENT TO:

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 FOREWARD
Two points off the bat...
Number One: Just about everything good in this booklet is from the mind of Logan Knight thankfully
putting ideas for running his Viriconium-like city, Cörpathium, up under a Creative Commons license.
We're all busy so it is super nice when folks share. If you enjoy any of this you'd be well-served
checking out Logan's website for his full-blown Cörpathium stuff.
Number Two: Because it ought be mentioned, this is NOT the City of Troika. This material is just what
I use for the time-being in my Troika! game until Daniel Sell makes something else.
Troika! had been popping up in my “recommended” lists for sometime when I purchased
various old-style rpg products. I was looking for something simple that I could play more frequently.
Attracting me to Troika! were the Illustrations (by Jeremy Duncan, Dirk Detweiler Leichty, Sam
Mameli, and Andrew Walter). Reading reviews I learned that the ultra simple and discrete rules
promulgated by Daniel Sell are evolved from an old 1980s choose-your-own-adventure series called
Fighting Fantasy. The distinction of Fighting Fantasy is having characters with attributes run through
the adventures and a dice-roll mechanic to determine outcomes furthering the campaign.
Well, it happened Fighting Fantasy sounded awfully similar to a series of choose-your-own-
adventure books I absolutely loved called Steve Jackson's Sorcery! Fantastically enough, these books
ARE part of the Fighting Fantasy canon, but not assigned numbers within the Fighting Fantasy series.
For me, this was too much – I was hooked and started assembling rules and information to run
a Troika! Campaign. However, I soon discovered that there while there are lots and lots (and lots) of
character backgrounds, quite a small amount of campaigning supplements exist. Thus to begin my
hodgepodge Frankenstein's monster Troika! campaign in the actual city of Troika I used the intro
adventure from the rules, The Blancmange & Thistle, along with a section map and several locations
Daniel Sell put out on his blog (whatwouldconando.blogspot.com/2018/07/bit-o-troika.html).
“I want more life, f****r.” With such little actual Troika city I started to delve into where Daniel
Sell got his inspiration: a series of science-fantasy novels involving this shifting dystopian-dark future
Earth city of Viriconium written by M. John Harrison between 1971 and 1984. Surmising if the actual
city of Troika is not yet available, has anyone done rpg work on Virconium? Low and behold that led
me to Logan Knight's excellent creations. Logan has a love for Viriconium and modeled his own
setting after it, even tables randomizing locales each visit as does the original Viriconium.
In my own version I incorporated a city map (my bad, M. John Harrisan disdains maps) from
Medieval City Map Generator by Watabou (watabou.itch.io/medieval-fantasy-city-generator) and
slipped in a lo-res integration of what map Daniel Sell had posted. I also borrowed some of the
Viriconium setting history from The Pastel City (1971) novel to get some backstory. As an overland
map I use the old Sorcery! map from the Titannica archives (fightingfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Titan_-
_The_Fighting_Fantasy_World) sans place names with Troika the city occupying the place of Kharé
the city. (I may use the Sorcery! setting as the ancient past of my Troika.)
Although I assembled this booklet for my personal game, I hope other Troika! players will find
the content useful and fun. As a design philosophy Troika! scenarios should be random as possible.
~Matrox Lusch, Direbane Publishing Editor, November 7, 2019

Limited Glossary (If you see something else in this booklet you do not understand, imagine):
Core Cult: Nine families that, with the queen, rule The City.
Deicidium: A dark ornate building where the Godless live, train, and study.
Godless: Guards sworn free of religion or allegiance to anything other than The City.
Maleficar: A spell-user who practices forbidden arts including blood magic.
Mondmilch: Living milk-like oozes found underground that glow in darkness, smell as vanilla.
Tosh: A small-beast or larger-sized occupied knutsack traveling unattended.
 INDEX
Hex Weather Table ....................................................................................... Inside Front
FOREWARD …............................................................................................... 2
The City Where Roads Met …....................................................................... 5
THE CITY ….................................................................................................. 5
CITYCRAWLING …........................................................................................ 7
MAPPING …................................................................................................... 14
ALLEYCRAWL …............................................................................................ 14
ROOFCRAWLING .......................................................................................... 15
SEWERCRAWLING ........................................................................................ 16
SWARMS ….................................................................................................... 18
UNEXPECTED LANDMARKS ........................................................................ 19
WHO LIVES HERE? ....................................................................................... 19
LODGING …................................................................................................... 21
FOOD, SERVICES …...............…..................................................................... 21
GENERIC CREATURE STATS …...................................................................... 21
ALL OF THE CATS …...................................................................................... 22
CRIME & PUNISHMENT …............................................................................. 23
GATES TO THE CITY ….................................................................................. 24
THE CITY MAP ............................................................................................... Inside Back

(Hell Mouth from an old German Print copied in Thomas Sharp's “Dissertation on the Coventry Mysteries.”)

The City
Where Roads Met
The City is bounded by the sea to the East, by
the steppe-deserts and Great Wall to the South,
by the unexplored mountains to the West, and by
the Great Brown Wastes of the North that
contain large deposits of metal, machinery, and
ancient weapons.
The City was constructed to avoid any
domestication; an alienating atmosphere of
power-structures culture is designed to hide and
a statement of philosophical, if not to say
ethological, despair.
Eighteen empires rose. None lasted less than a
millennium, none more than ten; each dwindled
and died.
The last ventured in the stars, but none later
can find them. It built enduring technologies that
have remained operational for well over a
thousand years.
Five hundred years or more after the final
empire's collapse The City was renovated by a
hero and taken for his capital, opening
thoroughfares that had been choked by time, and
adding artifacts from the rust wastes.
Four hundred years of renaissance finds the
supply of metals and old machines declining. A
Dark Age approaches.
Now two queens make pretense to The City's
throne. Northern Tribes attack from without
sending sentient killings machines. Riots are in
the streets, warring factions, and voices crying
for Young Queen or Old Queen.
THE CITY
The City overflows with mercenary bands such as
the Seventh Goat and Golden Harpies, and gangs
like the inherited-wealth Youngbloods.
The City is presently governed by the Young
Queen and nine families, collectively known as
the Core Cult. The Old Queen is cousin to the
Young Queen, and rules an alliance of many
Northern Tribes.
Anyone can challenge a family’s place in the
Core Cult provided they can gain petition from at
THE CITY – The Godless
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least two other reigning families. The opposing
families then appoint a champion to face arena
challenges set by the rest of the Core Cult, with
victory granted to the family whose champion
survives the arena.
While the champion isn’t required to be part of
the family, they must represent them out of faith
in their ability to govern, not how well they pay.
The discovery of mercenary champions is not
taken lightly by the Core Cult.
The City Runs on a 12 month calendar of perfect
28 day lunar cycles. The 12th cycle bears a black
full moon, during which lobotomized harvest
soldiers are lead underground to procure
Mondmilch to entrap in lanterns for the wealthy
and influential. More superstitious sects spend
the month in celebration, either of the end of
days if the moon remains black, or of the new
year if it returns to white.
In the center of the city is the Emerald Pit, a 30-
foot-wide well, with lush ferns and grasses
covering its walls as far down as the sun
illuminates. Attempts to discover its depths were
abandoned after the tenth group of explorers
again disappeared without trace. At the full moon
the ferns raise themselves up with every
imitation of song, until the twelfth cycle when
they turn as black as the moon and rot into the
depths of the Pit.
The Godless
Order is maintained in The City by guards sworn
free of religion or allegiance to anything other
than The City itself, not even the Core Cult are
beyond their judgment.
The tests and trials to enter their ranks are said
to last weeks, but none who pass them ever
speak of what they endured, and those who fail
inevitably find their way to the Sanctorium in
their madness.
They are said to be privy to many of The City’s
forgotten secrets.
Most boroughs in The City have a Deicidium, a
dark ornate building where the Godless live,
train, and study.
Sporous Apiary
A sprawl of alleys and multi-leveled stone
buildings, infested with purple mold and fungus,
inhabited by the poor and lost.
The mold can be dried and ground into a powder,
then fermented to produce the viscous purple
narcotic known as Royal Honey. Under its
influence the body requires no sustenance,
seemingly living off sun and squalor, but the
euphoric haze is sometimes accompanied by
constant hallucinations of flying pure black
insects the size of lobsters, multiple clawed limbs
clacking beneath them as they stare impassively
through negative-space eyes.
Addicts have been known to collapse like
putrefying mushrooms when their body can no
longer bear the strain, while others enter a
symbiotic state with the fungus, becoming
infested with it inside and out in a constant state
of euphoria. The bodily fluids of these “Sporous
Queens” is like having distilled Royal Honey on
tap, making them lucrative possessions.
There are records of infested addicts called
Sporophytes leaving the Apiary and wandering
into outer neighborhoods, stopping in the middle
of the street and staring into the sky until their
body swelled and burst, showering everything
around them in spores.
The Families have had the Apiary burnt out
multiple times, but the mold always grows back.
The last purge was 10 years ago, but no new
Sporophyte incidents have been recorded since
then.
The Sanctorium
Architecturally disturbing asylum and monument
to madness.
Many of The City's mentally unsound find their
way to The Sanctorium even without ever having
heard of it.
None within its walls are free of madness, and
the incomprehensible raucous rituals constantly
taking place seem almost akin to worship.
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The Midnight Market
Some of the most valuable artefacts, ingredients,
information and narcotics are to be found at the
Midnight Market, but unless you’ve been initiated
you’ll never know where or when it’s popping up
next.
The Cathedral of Lost Virtue
The most powerful and imposing of all The City’s
pleasure houses, where the only stains you’ll find
are the windows.
Overseen by Sister Nektaria Siourthas, who
jealously collects all Whaugers that dwell within
The City, prizing them above all the Cathedral’s
other Sisters.
The Dockmaw
Harbour along River Lumlé allowing passage
upriver west to Lake Lumlé and east to Earth's
End Coast and the Hollow Sea.
Monolithic black stones rise from the waters.
Moored floating docks and counter-weighted
bridges service anything much larger than a
fishing boat.
The Hall of Many Things
Down the stairs and to the left, down more stairs
but never turn left again, go right, ignore the
doors along the wall and don’t touch the
knockers, the clouds beyond the reaching walls
above you are dark and soft, at the end of the
hall-alley is a door with a dirty glass window and
intersecting triangles carved into the smooth
worn wood of its surface, open it.
The Hall of Many Things houses many things.
Books, treasures, biological and anatomical
specimens, weapons of dead empires, they line
the walls and hang from the roof and sit upon
haphazard stacks of shelves.
Owned and operated by Solivius Juergen, a
reclusive and wizened gentleman. Some of the
things are for sale, most are not. The Hall’s main
trade is in purchasing rather specific things
sought by Solivius.
Solivius’ employee Nils Oman may find you to
extend an invitation, but otherwise you will never
find it. Men have wasted years searching for the
Hall without an invitation.
Nils always seems to be facing anyone that looks
at him. From behind he is actually hollow, but if
anyone were to ever somehow see this he would
become as a portal, spilling nightmares and
death from his hollow back.
The Howling Spire of Time
Strict records of The City's history have been
kept for the past 100 years, though nothing
exists from before that time and none now live
who might explain why.
Once initiated as a Chronoscribe, undertaking
the sacred duty of record keeping, most will
never leave the spire.
The roof of the spire is a mess of overlapping
sections, allowing views of the sky. Older
Chronoscribes believe the moon speaks to them
through the howling of the wind through the
gaps.
To Name a Few Indulgences
Black-Throats rub a black salve into their throats,
if its been too long since they last had a bit of
Black the stain on their throats eats into their
windpipe, older users often have crusted holes in
their throat. Someone on the Black cannot be
poisoned by anything consumed orally and feels
pretty fucking confident in themselves.
Toad-Droppers keep a small toad with
translucent lime green blisters on their backs. A
delicate glass eye-dropper can be pushed into the
blisters without bursting them. In addition to a
pleasant mild high the fluid makes the user’s skin
incredibly smooth and firm and vaguely moist.
When in withdrawal the user’s skin takes on
quite a different aspect.
The Thing in a Bottle sits in the bottle, too large
now to fit through the neck, its urine swirls
about at chest height, it blinks at you and
doesn’t seem to mind, things would seem
different if it was on the other side of the glass.
The urine is green and luminescent, vaguely
CITYCRAWLING - Another Day In Paradise
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viscous like an oil, it is sweet and stronger than
the finest distilled spirits. The hard part is
getting it into the bottle in the first place.
CITYCRAWLING
Overhanging levels of garrisoned houses are
stacked atop each other and shadow sprawling
streets. Solid stone architecture nestles behind
shouting waremongers in the morning mist, birds
sing from a neighboring rooftop and something
scuttles from under your bed.
When entering a new borough roll below (3d6):
14-18 Well, You Don't See That Every Day..
4-13 Another Day In Paradise
3 End Times Cometh
Another Day In Paradise (4d6)
4. A young woman bumps into a random PC as
they push through a crowd, she blushes and
apologizes and continues on her way. Further on
in the neighborhood the PC will find an old man
hawking something that looks very much like
something important to them, something they no
longer seem to be carrying. There are already
several interested buyers standing by his stall.
5. A shrieking man falls to his knees in the
street, clawing at his skin.
1. He is the son of a Core Cult family, prone to
fits of madness. Discretion would be
appreciated.
2. A wasp has crawled under his skin to lay her
eggs.
3. He's just a plain old loon.
4. He is a Haruspex, suffering a vision of locust
plague, harbinger to the coming of the
Locust Queen.
6. A young woman is bitten by a dog.
7. A Speaker of the Godless announces a curfew
in light of unnatural maulings in the
neighborhood the past few nights.
8. A couple of inherited wealth dandies sitting at
a coffee house laugh at a random PC's attire.
9. A vendor of fig pies scrambles to collect the
contents of his upturned cart before the crowd
consumes it all.
10. A rat the size of a terrier emerges from a
nearby sewer and slumps back on its hind legs in
front of a random PC, scratching its bloated
stomach. Roll Luck. It won't be pretty if you roll
high.
11. A young girl hawks her services as an
assistant in dangerous and foolhardy ventures.
She can't be more than 14, she's an exceptionally
skilled thief, and she can fit into places your fat
old arse never could.
12. A street urchin attempts to snatch a coin
purse or other item from a random PC.
13. A woman with old letters sewn into the folds
of her dress glides through the street. Her
sunken eyes are the color of despair and she
fawns over every man she meets like a whore,
murmuring and cooing through full red lips.
14. A bucket of innards and vomit is dumped on
the PCs from an overhead window, it is unclear if
it was accidental.
15. A gaunt man with stretched hanging skin
stands on an iron stool preaching to 2d6
onlookers about the evils of the Corpulent One.
16. A Mother of Silence strides through the
street, her footfall would crash in your ears if her
presence hadn't stolen every sound within 30
feet.
17. A spruiker in a jaunty hat proclaiming himself
to be the originator of Cuckold's Courage sells
bottles from a cart on the street corner. The
bottles are full of:
1. Urine.
2. Fermented onions and cat faeces.
3. Putrefied fishguts.
4. Curdled milk and rubbing alcohol.
5. River water and silt.
6. Crushed lice and dust. "Just add water!"
18. An elderly woman drops the fruit she carried
and four young men in ostentatious clothing
start dancing a jig, stomping it into the road.
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19. When they return home a random PC will find
something important missing and a yellow
feather on their bed. Hagatha Gloom of the
Golden Harpies has taken a liking to them.
20. A burly drunk emerges from a brewhouse and
shoves his way through the PCs.
21. A woman in obvious Toad-Dropping
withdrawal pushes her way past the PCs and into
a nearby alley.
22. A man wearing a large stitched leather top
hat and a coat embroidered with images of
vicious rodents hawks bottles of Verminbane.
Caged rats are piled behind him for
demonstration and several greased tame rats
climb over his shoulders and crawl about his
feet, leashed to his belt by string.
23. Seventh Goat mercenaries jostle the PC with
the highest Strength as they pass. If offence is
taken they invite you to settle the matter in the
Viper's Nest fight den tonight, they've been in
need of an opponent anyway.
24. Re-roll or GM's choice.
Well, You Don't See That Every Day.. (4d6)
4. A vagrant-looking man sitting atop a filthy
sheet with junk wares laid out in front of him
calls out to the PCs. He tries to sell them a few
worthless bits of trash, raving about the aroma
of a broken candle, the lands trod by a sole-less
pair of boots, the shadowy history of a tangled
ball of fish-hooks, a rag that once veiled the
Yellow Queen on one of her myriad wedding
nights. The price he asks is beyond extravagant;
he huffs and puffs, laments your greed, and even
though he is already losing out on the deal
begrudgingly offers to sweeten it by throwing in
a weather-worn tome. He will not sell the tome
alone, he can't understand why you would want
that, he will only sell his precious treasures, with
the tome thrown in.
The tome is a handwritten instruction in
the Black Fungous Arts, containing twelve spells
in all. They are written in plain language and do
not require deciphering or Read Magic, only spell
level x1d3 days to learn each one after first
spending 1d6 days to study the basic tenets.
(A fine layer of black mould grows on the cover
and inner diagrams, growing thicker and darker
after each spell is learnt, crawling across studied
pages, you'll notice it when you next read the
tome. The book decomposes into a swirl of
spores at the moment the twelfth spell is learnt
successfully, invading your mouth and nose,
blinding you, covering every inch of exposed
skin, burrowing through your clothes. Save vs.
Stamina and Luck.
Regardless of the result you are deformed into a
hulking mass of black fungal flesh, bristling with
fruiting bodies, oozing mold, but you only
maintain sentience if you save vs. Stamina, and
develop a psychotic hatred need to maim and
colonize anything not fungal if you fail vs. Luck.)
5. A crowd watches as a Godless is ritually
stripped of her armor on a makeshift podium in
front of a Deicidium.
She was found in worship of Baratthuus,
Seed of Glory, breaking her vow to the Godless.
She will be left on the podium for six days
without nourishment or rest; let her god give her
the strength to stand. If she lasts the trial she is
free to leave, if she sits or falls she will be given
one chance to renounce her absent god and
rejoin their ranks (facially branded with the
Godless mark of Religious Taint if she does,
deprived of her hands and tongue and set free if
she doesn't), if she tries to leave before the trial
is through she will be captured and burnt alive.
6. A grizzled old man, still keeping in the fashion
of his exploring days, passes the PCs and doesn't
notice a heavy pouch fall from his belt. Inside is
a rounded piece of pink marble with an eye in its
center full of small holes. Judging by the way the
sides of the marble are cut, it would appear to be
designed to join with a larger object. The pouch
also contains a linen map covered in shorthand
scrawl but it makes no sense.
7. Rahrn Gooschbringer, whose family was
recently ousted from the Core Cult, duels a
young man of one of the currently reigning
families in the street. Rahrn is a viscous seething
thing, and if he begins to feel he is losing will
feign a coughing fit, the signal to onlooking Red
Pit mercenaries to knife the youth.
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8. An old man argues in the street with a mangy
dog. "I'm done! No more ya mutt! I'll not help
you do in another one, I may be damned but I'll
be damned if you'll make me do it again!"
1. The old man is psychically linked to the
dog, it desires more sacrifices to its dark
gods.
2. The old man thinks he is psychically linked
to the dog and it desires more sacrifices to
its dark gods.
3. The dog looks hungry, the old man thinks
it's begging him to steal food for it.
4. The old man is tired of cleaning up the
dog's poops.
9. The majority of houses in this neighborhood
have rooftop gardens, it is time to sew new crops
and they are in the midst of celebration to
Bahkri. People dance naked in the streets around
bonfires of litter from the last harvest, men
wearing enormous grotesque goat heads with
towering curved horns stalk around with
engorged cocks, pouring goat's blood on revelers
from ornate iron jugs.
If you want to be in this neighborhood
you'd best take part, to refuse the celebration
would be to damn their crops.
10. "Spare a bit of Black, love?" d6 Blackthroats
and their throat-rotted leader step out from the
shadows.
11. A shadowy figure opens a doorway as you
pass and beckons you inside with a voice barely
above a whisper. Your new friend is:
1. A heavily mutated Maleficar tells you that
a group of Godless are stationed across
the street, waiting for a Mother of Silence
to come and capture the Maleficar for
crimes not their own. They want your help.
2. A phantasm created by a sorcerer
obsessed with alchemy of the flesh, it will
lead you around the house, insisting there
is something very important you must see.
The dark interior of the house is covered
in sorcerous wards painted in black blood
and mounds of yellow incense burn in
every room. Every time you fail a save vs.
Luck you follow the phantasm for an hour
without realizing it, developing a mutation
 every two hours that will seem absolutely
normal until you save successfully.
3. An assassin. They're not very good.
4. A diseased prostitute, they insist that
entering the home forms a contract and
you need to pay them even if you're not
going to fuck them.
5. A reclusive scholar offers you 100sp now
and 300sp later to deliver a wrapped and
belted book to the Hall of Many Things,
sternly warning not to peer beneath the
wrapping. If he isn't here when you return
the place will be in quite a state.
6. The proprietor of a fight house set up in
the lower levels. He's just had a fighter
drop dead from some kind of blooming
cauliflower-skin infection and is looking
for a replacement.
12. A multicolored procession of painted fools
dances through the street, they gibber and drool
and hoot and wave vibrant streamers in the faces
of those they pass.
Anyone that joins their procession will be
led to the Sanctorium to be initiated via a
hammer and spike to the brainpan.
13. A man drags himself out of a sewer opening
before passing out. His fist is clamped around a
distorted gold nugget and his legs are missing
beneath the knee, trailing a mess of pink and
white clumps of filth.
(Beneath the streets a blasphemy of fused arms
and mouths and flesh covered in dry-blood
alchemical symbols devours sewage and excretes
gold, it has flesh-memory of pleasure, but its
kiss will melt your body.)
14. Black clouds tinged in pink boil overhead and
a torrential thunderstorm floods over The City
for 3d6 hours. Every 10 minutes spent in the rain
carries a 10% chance of contracting Sturg's
Sickness. Your hacking coughs produce orange
mucus and you become ever more sensitive to
light, if you haven't been cured within a week
your pupils swell and consume the iris of your
eyes, you develop orange blisters on your chest
that spill mucus when burst. After another week
save vs. Stamina or drown by your own mucus-
filled lungs. If successful your lungs will clear up,
but your eyes will never return to normal.
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15. Four Godless carry a corpse out of a house, it
is bloated and discolored and swollen puncture
wounds line the sides of the torso.
16. A small girl playfully offers a random PC a
smoky glass ball. If accepted the smoke slowly
begins to swirl, the patterns and colored flashes
are enrapturing, the PC will realize too late that
their hands are fused to the ball, and that smoky
liquid glass is softly expanding and covering
their arms, their flesh and bone utterly
disappearing beneath it, while the ball grows
ever more beautiful.
(The single black eyeball branded and inked on
her stomach marks her as a member of the
Endless Dark murder cult. Their services don't
come cheap.)
17. Returning explorers parade the head of some
exotic beast through the streets. The head is the
size of a buffalo's, with closely-curled blonde fur
and 2d6 spiraling ebony horns protruding around
the crown of its skull. Its muzzle is pocked with
drooling pink-flecked holes in place of a mouth,
and it stares at onlookers with limp-lidded
golden eyes. A trail of honey-colored blood is left
in their wake, drawing in hundreds of flies, half
of which seem to burst.
(The beast's blood is a powerful accelerant,
causing wounds to heal rapidly and allowing
incredible physical feats, but on a failed save vs.
Stamina the stress on your internal organs is too
great and they explode out of your torso, still
pumping and churning in the dust.)
18. A young woman knifes an old man in the
street and flees with blood-covered hands.
1. He has been haunting her steps for weeks,
he will not die.
2. She's a prostitute deep in debt with a
bottom-rung procuress called Maggie
“Feathers” Rheinhold, this assassination
was meant as a payment.
3. The trail of blood is blue, when you track
the woman down she appears dead.
4. The man is not dead, just wounded, he
pleads with you to bring back his drug-
addicted daughter so he can get her help.
(50% chance she's his unwilling bride)
19. Several Youngbloods run out of a coffee
house with melting flesh. Inside, the Maleficar
who was hired to kill them has lost control, his
bloated body reaches the ceiling and rabid
organs prowl about the room, tied to the
Maleficar's split torso by a web of arteries.
20. A passing youth shoves several leaflets into
the hands of the PCs and continues on, not
stopping to answer questions. The leaflets are:
1. An invitation to an unspecified celebration
at Jurgenholm, a lavishly appointed home
in a random neighborhood. Drinking!
Merrymaking! Feasting! (Ritual sacrifice to
the Feathered Lord of Fascination not
mentioned but that's what's going to
happen!)
2. Advertisement for an exhibition
bloodmatch at the Crimson Sky fighting
house (where if blood doesn't hit the roof
it's considered a bad show) between
Fredriech Haas and Garrick the Unfilled.
Fredreich has been relieved of all fingers
and straps flails to his hands. Garrick was
born without arms and has concerningly
sharp teeth. Members of the crowd are
invited to challenge the winner.
3. Seemingly disconnected gibberish, but
when connected in the right order they
complete the formula for a random 9th
level spell. (Read Magic with a penalty
equal to PCs present)
21. Slavus Vracken, Lieutenant of the Seventh
Goat mercenary company, viciously beats a
woman in the street. She is a Whaugur (part
whore part augur, she catches glimpses of your
fate while fucking you) of the Cathedral of Lost
Virtue who no longer desires to provide her
services for free, and she will die if he is not
stopped.
22. Tungson York, one-eyed adventurer of
advanced years and bronze teeth, has a map and
a proposition. Accompany him to the Shrouded
Hills, wherein lies an entrance below, wherein
you shall find the lost temple of the mythic sect
of the Purple Dream. Forbidden knowledge,
terrifying precious idols, and more riches than
you can carry await you where only Tungson
knows the way.
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23. A scarred sword-whore mistakes a random PC
for somebody else. His bloodshot eyes betray a
large amount of drugs and he excitedly tells
them that he has found the location of the Jade
Gauntlet, and soon will be without death.
(While wearing the Jade Gauntlet you cannot die,
but you can still lose parts. The blood you bleed
is already clotted and the wound will not heal,
magical healing has no effect on you either, and
if the Gauntlet is removed or destroyed you will
finally succumb to your wounds.)
24. Re-roll or GM's choice.
End Times Cometh (4d6)
4. What is left of the Gilded Dawn company
returns from a charting job to reach a mountain
in the Quenchless Mouth of Many, jungles far, far
to the South-West of The City. They say
something stalks them, that it has slaughtered
every settlement and homestead they stopped at,
that it leaves no marks or trace, that its
whispering drowns out the screaming.
(They found the mountain and entered it, they
removed a bottomless bowl of precious black
stone, those that have touched the bowl within
the last day are safe, but those that have spoken
to them or someone they have spoken to are no
more than death to fill the bowl each night.)
5. Bright blue flowers bloom from weeds growing
in the shadowed nooks of the poorer
neighborhoods of The City. At first they are sold
by vagrant women, but their entrancing aroma
soon brings more aggressive waremongers into
the trade. Prices increase, buyers come from all
over The City, they're given as gifts, made into
perfume, served as food, they induce a mild
euphoria and you would like more, they're so
beautiful.
Soon the women will no longer sell, they
wall off the areas around the flowers, they begin
to worship. Many will come to join the cult, but
there isn't room for all, and not everyone will
take rejection lightly.
6. Every member of a random Core Cult family is
assassinated overnight. Poisoned, stabbed, gutted
and hung from a balcony, teeming with exotic
parasites, thrown down the Emerald Pit, choked
by a throat full of snakes, no two die the same
way but none live by morning.
7. An old woman stops and sneezes in front of a
random PC, a green powder is expelled from her
nose and mouth, hitting the PC full in the face.
The woman flushes red and apologizes profusely,
not seeming to grasp what has happened, and
drops dead after a few steps. At night you dream
of a towering yellow mushroom with pink gills,
left without worship in a forgotten cavern
beneath The City. It wants to be found.
(The spores inside you are not complete alone,
they need spores from the Pink-Gilled Mother to
gestate, to make you a Fungal Lord. If you do
not search for the Pink-Gilled Mother the spores
will leave your body in search for someone who
will, but their sudden absence will send your
organs into shock, likely causing your death.)
8. The dogs of The City become strange, often
stopping to stare in silence at the sky. At the
next full moon they will gather in the streets to
sit and stare, those kept inside will howl and
scratch and bite to be let out. At midnight those
outside shiver and shake without a whimper as
their flesh peels backwards from their snouts like
an opening flower-bud, uncovering a smooth
ellipsoid of pure white light, half as big as their
body.
Wandering moonbeams like arcs of
electricity surround the ellipsoids as they float
through the streets, dog bodies dangling beneath
them. The moonbeams penetrate flesh, pulling in
to hold you beneath the ellipsoid's luminous
girth next to the dog body, in 4 hours they will
return to the sky.
9. A dark green slime drains out between the
brickwork of a passing house, it rolls down the
wall to the street in thin strands, from the alley
running beside the building you can hear screams
of agony as a young woman is caught in the
oozing side wall.
(The slime pulls her back between the bricks, her
flesh dissolves and breaks, within the house is an
old man writing a book, he has been writing it
for 18 years, it is nearly finished, would you like
to wait a moment and be the first to read it?)
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10. The PCs find an intricately gold-gilded black
iron egg in the street, ignored by everyone else
around them. The lines scored in patterns around
it suggest that it can be opened. When
attempting to open the egg there is a 1 in 20
chance that they figure it out, and the chance
increases by 1 for every previous attempt.
When it opens, the tiny sections making
up the upper half of the egg expand outwards,
attached to nothing, slowly turning in place 6
inches away from the warm pink thing nestled
atop the base. Feathery light creeps out from it
and brushes your hand, save vs. Luck.
If successful the warm pink thing melds
with you, it hurts but you don't mind, once it is
comfortable inside your flesh the egg pieces
settle on your skin and grow, covering you in an
intricately decorated iron second skin that shifts
as you move. There is something important that
you need to do, that you need to find, others
buried with the world-vessel, failed and lost, it
will take you some time to understand.
If the save is failed, you are not worthy.
You weep tears of regret and blood and pus and
liquefied brains and collapse to the floor, the
solid egg rolls off your fingertips and out of
sight, waiting for one who is worthy.
11. The Damask Plague. People develop strange
infections, their skin grows twirling lesions, they
speak in a contagion of murky poetry, they paint
repeating patterns across the walls where they
gather. A man speaks in gestures parading as
words as he grips the arm of a Godless, and their
flesh begins to meld. The man is disemboweled
and the Godless hacks at his arm to remove the
mingled flesh. Inside, the man's organs form a
familiar pattern.
12. The Godless burn dozens of Sporophytes
wandering out of the Sporous Apiary, but they
still appear in d6 surrounding neighborhoods,
bursting in the streets and showering everything
around them in purple spores. Spores that land
on buildings will mature by the next morning,
but spores that land on flesh are so aggressive
that those affected are covered in fruiting bodies
within the hour, seeking out new ground to cover
in their own spores.
13. People begin to change. The skin of a passing
man is marred by gray patches that flakes to the
ground as he rushes past, groups sitting by
coffee houses display nervous ticks and awkward
rapid head movements, you see one woman
eating another in a passing glance down an alley
and when you look again they are gone,
whispered cults spring up around The City, a
Family Head is cast out, rumored to have
undergone a hideous transformation of body and
mind, he returns at night to murder half of his
remaining family before being brought down, the
remains are burnt. The Locust Queen comes.
14. The next time you walk through a
neighborhood at night a misshapen shadow
without a surface lurches out at you. It
disappears the moment it gets close to you but
the buildings around you bear shadows not cast
by the moon, shapes that seem to be observing
you, shadows in the shape of men and other
things besides.
(A dreamer sits in a room nearby, unwillingly
bound in sleep and space by splattered wax
wards and ritual and blood. The longer they
remain the further the shadow influence will
spread, and the nearer they will get to touching
flesh.)
15. An earthquake shakes The City, around the
neighborhood a filthy black oil oozes up through
cracks in roads and foundations. The streams of
colored dust and decomposition that swim
through its mass are enthralling, many won't be
able to resist cupping it in their hands to admire.
It will dry and harden in the sun within the
hour, but those who touched it go home
changed. Altered. They want to watch the oil
swim again and they know that they can make it
happen, all they need to do is sit here in the dark
and wait, the oil will swim within them.
The transformation cycle takes two weeks,
and once their bodies have blackened and
swelled and burst the oil will grow quickly within
the dark nest of their homes.
16. Dim waves of multicolored light appear in the
sky to the West, growing steadily larger and
brighter as each night passes. Vunfragh the
Many-Eyed, toothless Maleficar and blight of the
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Moldenwood, has opened a gate which should
have been left unfound. He lies atop his tower in
the Moldenwood as his body is slowly consumed,
light birthing from his many eyes into the sky
above, the larva of godlight to come.
17. Three Godless run into a nearby alley,
answering the shrill bell-ringing of one of their
number. A headless corpse lies in the alley,
drained of blood, gold coins held in open palms.
(Lady Vania Gotheryne arranges the blood-
bloated head in line with three rows of similarly
engorged heads in the topmost room of her
home. She smiles at the singer's pursed lips, at
all of the singers' pursed lips, she is so near now,
only a few voices remain to be collected, and
then will come the song of blood and joy and
madness, the end of her loneliness. Soon all The
City will hear the song that swells within her
marrow.)
18. Fishermen at the Dockmaw pull in a netted
seabeast. It is the shape of a whale, with
feathered flesh instead of a tail, and smooth
shimmering tentacles along its flanks and
underside. It appears dead, but when released
from the net opens several mouths and bathes
the dock in a harmonious penetrating wail.
Later those looking on from further back
report that the fishermen walked into the water
of the Dockmaw and disappeared into its depths,
but cannot recall what happened to the thing
that had been dragged ashore.
19. When you are next in the neighborhood, a
Chronoscribe screams something that sounds like
murder as he plummets from the Howling Spire
of Time.
(The body cannot be found but the stain remains,
the Chronoscribes in the spire don't know what
you're talking about, you've never heard of the
reigning Families, city guards are not Godless,
they worship the Great Pestilence, Rot of All
Things. The Chronoscribes say it has always been
this way, and who would know better than a
Chronoscribe?)
20. The Hall of Many Things is defiled and
looted, Solivius Juergen is murdered, but he will
be back in a few days.
 Nils Oman doesn't believe the thieves
understood where they had broken into, the
trinkets they stole are valuable enough in their
own way, but nothing special. They did, however,
steal several flasks of hypnoplasm, which they no
doubt mistook for aged spirits.
point is closest to the d6. If there are 4 alleys
put the 4th wherever.
Use the same method for roof and sewercrawling,
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sea, they raise themselves up in mockery of man
and paralyze with a breath. A woman of child- Alley 1 Back door.
bearing age is stolen for every one of their Alley 2 Darkened nook.
number, and their number is one thousand. Alley 3 Boarded-over alley.
22. A bird falls at your feet, its head cleanly Alley 4 Way to climb onto
sliced from its body and nowhere to be found. building.
Merchant caravans return to the gates, unable to 5 Reachable window.
leave, some kind of force surrounds The City. At
6 Alley complication.
first nothing looks out of place, but over coming
weeks the wrongness of lands outside the barrier
grows, nightmare constellations painted across Alley Complications (4d6)
the night sky, glimpses of things immediately
forgotten reducing people to hysterics, night 4 Dead end.
growing longer until it is all there is. 5 Partly blocked (trash, boards, sleeping
vagrant, etc.)
The Core Cult hires sorcerers and augurs,
but they will fail, food will run out, The City will 6 Whispering conspirators/rituals.
become as a beast. Only one decrepit Maleficar 7 Interrupted
in The City understands this, and he knows you.. 1. Murder
2. Pursuit
23. Every Core Cult member over the age of 12 3. Coitus
disappears overnight. There are no witnesses,
8 Solitary creature.
meals are left half eaten, concubines awake in
empty beds, there are no signs of violence, they 9 Cosmic filth.
will never be found. 10 d8 people.

24. Re-roll or GM's choice. 11 Unexpected landmark.

MAPPING
Mapping a whole city is a fool's game, so only
map your main streets, then when your players
look off a main street drop a d4 and a d6. If
numbers match, there aren’t any reachable exits.
Otherwise, treat the d4 as the player’s position
on the street, facing the way you are. The
number is how many alleys they can see, and the
points of the dice show the rough direction
they’re in. Add them clockwise from whatever
ALLEYCRAWL - Alley Complications
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12 Corpse of note/mess of organic material.
13 d6 people poorly disposed toward PCs.
14 Sudden open door.
15 1-3 Valuable item
4-6 Refuse
Falls from overhead.
16 Arms reach out from the dark and pull you
into a hastily shut door, beseeching your
silence until “they” have passed. Looks like
you're about to be initiated into a
cult/conspiracy/whatevs.
 17 Cries for help from a side-alley/low ROOFCRAWLING
window.
18 Snares. Points of Dice d6

19 Creatures Makeshift walkway. 1 Someone left their

1-3 Fighting attic window open.
4-6 In a pack Close enough to jump 2 Open window one
20 1-3 Valuable to one story lower story down.
4-6 Malignant (likely with
flora. overhanging signs,
arches, gargoyles, etc.)
21 Interrupted break-in.
Close enough to jump 3 Hole in
22 Swarm. to one story higher roof/chimney.
23 The hell? Who would leave all this just (likely with
lying around? Whatever mundane item the overhanging signs,
players most wish they had right now (a arches, gargoyles, etc.)
stack of pointy things and breakables to Adjoining building 4 Way to climb down
throw down behind them? A ladder? Some (one story lower if d4 from building.
booze?), it's sitting right there. was 1-2, one storey
24 Re-roll or GM's choice. higher if d4 was 3-4).
5 Building has
Alley Creatures (2d6) another story.
6 Rooftop
2 A rat as big as a small dog. complication.
3 Hyena.
4 Sickly yellow cobra, swaying and confusing. Rooftop Complications (4d6)

5 Mongrel dog.
4 Dead end.
6 1-2 Fungus infested
5 Roof in disrepair.
3-4 Horribly mutated
5-6 Parasite infested... (roll again) 6 Whispering conspirators/rituals.
7 Golden-haired baboon. 7 Interrupted
4. Murder
8 Bloodmouth Monkey, honey-colored fur
5. Pursuit
and void-black eyes, shrieking at you with a
6. Coitus
crimson void of a mouth.
8 Solitary creature.
9 Mordhund
1-3 Escaped 9 Cosmic filth.
4-6 Released for training and being 10 Solitary figure.
watched.
11 Unexpected landmark.
10 Escaped angry goat.
12 Corpse of note/mess of organic material.
11 The nigh-invisible web of a Golden-Dawn
Orb Weaver, with its fist-sized spiked 13 d6 people poorly disposed toward PCs.
monolith of an abdomen covered with 14 Sudden open window.
glistening eyes, grasping at you with legs
15 Shiny shiny valuable trap.
like amber, fangs full of transcendent
poison. 16 A hushed voice from the shadows tells you
to stop. They point to a loping misshapen
12 Free hog.
shadow two rooftops away. Want to make
some coin?

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 17 Cries for help from an adjoining
rooftop/nearby window.
18 Snares.
19 Creatures
1-3 Fighting
4-6 In a pack
20 1-3 Valuable
4-6 Malignant
flora.
21 Interrupted break-in.
22 Swarm.
23 The hell? Who would leave all this just
lying around?
Whatever mundane item the players most
wish they had right now (some throwables?
A sturdy rope? A nice umbrella to shade
them while they enjoy the view?), it's
sitting right there.
24 Re-roll or GM's choice.
Rooftop Creatures (2d6)
2 Rather large and concerning cat.
3 Some people claim they've seen great
shaggy white goats with enormous
gleaming curled horns on the roofs of
buildings, but that's crazy, right?
4 A yellow-bellied viper with vibrant scales of
orange and purple, its soft hiss sounds like
it's whispering something.
They can be sold alive as pets or research
specimens.
The feathers can be sold for fashion, the
body for alchemy. It's said that one egg of
every clutch is a precious crimson crystal
(hollow mineral shell full of nectarous
bloody yolk, eaten by the hatchlings).
Poisonous spurs cause intense nausea and
vertigo.
They eat the dead.
10 A curious pale Spiny Flail Mantis, the size
of a cat, considering you through bulbous
violet eyes, you can almost hear the venom
sloshing around inside its spiked abdomen.
11 Yellow baby-flesh skinned porcupine things
with leaking skin quills bristling from their
backs, gripping roof edges and pushing
awkward pleading sounds out of their
lungs.
12 Translucent colorless goo that sparkles like
a galaxy when you touch it and your skin
starts to eat itself. Eyestalks sprout like a
slug and the whole clump slips towards
you, still lit up in multicolored points of
light but fading.
SEWERCRAWLING
Points of Dice d6

5 Golden-haired baboon. Higher tunnel spilling 1 Basement door.

water from wall.
6 1-2 Fungus infested
3-4 Horribly mutated Run-off into lower 2 Open nook.
5-6 Parasite infested... (roll again) tunnel.

7 A thief-trained Mandrill on the long con. Minor tunnel, you'll 3 Sewer exit.
have to hunch.
8 Bloodmouth Monkey, honey-colored fur
and void-black eyes, shrieking at you with a Tunnel big enough to 4 Lesser tunnel.
crimson void of a mouth. crawl through.

9 Blue Quetzl 5 Intersecting lesser

Large birds with feathers of pale blues and tunnel.
white and greens, gold-shimmering, calling 6 Sewer Complication.
with voices like little girls from thick
jagged hornbills. They sometimes nest on
roofs. Near impossible to catch or even
shoot during the day due to uncanny
reflexes and eyesight, but their eyesight
isn't so good at night.
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Sewer Complications (4d6) Sewer Creatures (2d6)

4 Dead end. 2 Rat King.

5 Partly blocked (barricade, pulsating shit, 3 Horrible pudgy wrinkled coiled 20-foot
piles of vagrants, etc.) long black eel, flushes a pale green when
6 Whispering conspirators/rituals. rousing from its slumber to bite your face
off and swallow your mangled corpse.
7 Interrupted
7. Murder 4 Deep purple gold-banded octopus, swum in
8. Pursuit from the Hollow Sea.
9. Coitus 5 Toadstool
Like a knee-high mushroom, flat-capped,
8 Solitary creature.
thick-stemmed, dusty miscolored
9 Cosmic filth. gray/green with sudden streaks of violent
10 d8 people. pink, crawling about on things either
tendrils or crab legs. You might come
11 Unexpected landmark. across it by the water's edge or sitting atop
12 Corpse of note/mess of organic material. a decomposing corpse, but make sufficient
13 d6 people poorly disposed toward PCs. noise and you'll find it scattering towards
you, ejaculating choking spores from rows
14 Sudden water surge. of gasping holes across its cap. Save vs.
15 Something shiny moves past in the flow of Stamina to stay awake, but if you do it
filth and water. induces trypophobia which makes its
horrible spore holes like a thousand times
16 A group of six Kanalsknecht including a
worse.
young boy, clustered around an
intersection of tunnel, their hooked 6 What looks like the biggest tosh you've
polearms stuck into the water. There's a ever seen is a spherical carapace that
grand tosh down there. sprouts segmented legs and claws and a
face that's all proboscis, jamming into your
17 Cries for help from a side-tunnel.
flesh and digesting you from inside your
18 Snares. own body.
19 Creatures 7 Oil-fleshed python
1-3 Fighting 1-2. Its belly full with a recent meal (will
4-6 In a pack regurgitate the dog if it must).
20 1-3 Valuable 3-4. Younglings curled within holes across
4-6 Malignant its back.
flora. 5-6. Looking for a meal.

21 Rolling miasma from random tunnel. 8 Muck Picker

22 Swarm.
23 The hell? Who would leave all this just
lying around?
Whatever mundane item the players most
wish they had right now (a cruddy raft? A
pot of spoiled lard? Waterproof pants?), it's
sitting right there.
24 Re-roll or GM's choice.
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Loping crustacean sprouting six long legs
and razor-clawed forelegs from its
segmented body, with two pairs of
manipulator arms fidgeting around its
locust-like face. Generally content to
scrounge amongst the sewer waters.
9 Mongrel Barbed Catfish, it'll spit streams of
shitty water at you until you get mad
enough to try to hit it, and that's when you
get barbed and pulled under the water.
10 Sickly pale albino Salamanders, blind, with
an incredible sense of smell and skin that
senses vibrations through the stone and
 water. First you hear the soft crying and
tittering of a child, then you smell pepper,
then a 5-foot amphibian lunges from the
water and latches onto your leg. You can
feel the extra rows of teeth inside its
mouth, it unhinges its jaw and its throat
expands, suctioning your flesh into its
mouth while it pulls you under with its
adorable adhesive hands.
11 Ulcerate Vermis
Loathsome gray masses of slopping and
rolling clumps of tentacles.
The light touch of a tentacle when you get
too close to them opens a painless ulcer in
your skin that will heal within a few days,
but while it persists you remain mildly
irritated over nothing. They often evade
capture simply because those around them
are too busy arguing over meaningless
drivel.
12 It's all pulsing purple lung sacs and
translucent cartilaginous teeth, sleek limbs
covered in slime or spit. Pretty sure no one
has a name for it yet.
SWARMS (2d6)
2 Rats.
3 Nest of Poppy Spiders. The narcotic
slumber of their venom is rather pleasant,
whatever/whoever finds you may not be.
4 A pool of yellow ooze, an amalgamation of
individual microscopic organisms, bubbling
towards their prey. They don't dissolve
flesh, they invade directly into it.
5 Golden Hart Frogs
Lustrous blue skin speckled black, fleshy
horns protruding above their eyes and
golden fluid seeping from porous humps on
their backs. A luxurious narcotic that
grants calming far-sight and clarity of
possibility when refined, potent to the
point of poison when fresh from the frog.
6 An embarrassing mud nest crawling with
vibrant orange wasps. Some old men say
the spiral core of the hive is made of a
coveted resinous purple honey, some old
men say lots of things.
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7 Pox Gnats
A veil of swirling red spots like blood mist,
a thousand microscopic bites that you don't
feel for several heartbeats, and then the
yellow pox marks bulge from every bite, a
maddening itch across a landscape of
bubbled skin, blood oozing beneath
frenzied tearing nails.
8 Ants rolling their nest/queen, a body the
size of two clenched fists, riddled with
chambers and tunnels, they seminate
directly onto her ovaries and raise their
larvae in brood chambers within her body.
9 Green Spitfires
Tumbling and crawling over each other in
an unrelenting cacophony of forward
motion, spontaneously stopping to crawl up
walls and trees, dividing out into
incomprehensible arrangements, bending
their forebodies into the air, leg stumps
splayed, little right angles of unholy
worship vomiting popping black bubbles of
caustic fluid that spill down their bodies
and stain the ground below.
10 White Moths
Soft beautiful little things fluttering softly
in swirling clouds, having them close to
your face feels like breathing them in,
being lead to something wonderful down
twilit green paths, mist parting around your
ankles, never to be seen again.
11 Bloat Wasp
An absurdly unhappy looking wasp the size
of your fist, it looks like it would have
trouble dragging its bulging body let alone
fly, but it does, and after it has landed on
you is when you discover streams of lice
pouring from crusted holes bored
throughout its body, swarming over your
skin, harvesting flesh for the colony.
12 Curious Mantis
Stockier than most mantises, with a bigger
head, exploring everything they come
across, trying to pull things from your
pack, endlessly inquisitive. If you laid still
for long enough they'd try to pull you apart
just to see what's going on inside.
UNEXPECTED LANDMARKS (2d6)
2 The tell-tale acrid scent marking the home
of a Narcotic Chymist.
3 Small courtyard with enshrined idol of
obscure and mostly-forgotten god.
4 Secret Pleasure House.
5 Wall carved with obscure script and strange
diagrams of symbology.
6 [Sewer Only] Mostly-crusted-over entrance
into a resinous chamber of filth-covered
machinations, lifeless egg sacs atop the
rotting remnants of their predecessors,
scrawled papers torn from their bindings
and plastered over the surface of a nest
smeared into a ceiling corner.
7 Hole-in-the-wall Brewhouse.
8 [Rooftop Only] Rich garden beds of
bobbing flowers and luscious fruits.
Watched over by a protective bird of prey
with misshapen wings, preventing flight.
9 The continuous ethereal melody of some
manner of bellows organ, nullifying magic
within 40' of the origin, any attempt to use
it manifests an agonised animal groan in
the mind of the user for the next hour.
10 Black glass mirror, near as tall as you,
framed by wooden hands with fingernails
of gold. If torn out they grow back. I
wouldn't recommend stealing them.
11 A life-size statue of a naked man with
palms outstretched, carven from a single
piece of polished amber-toned wood. An
ornate plug in the nape of its neck conceals
a cylindrical hole down which light will not
shine.
12 [Rooftop Only] Cages of sparrows, hopping
towards you, eager avian eyes pressed
against the bars like they're waiting for
something.
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Interesting Features (2d6)
2. A shunned manor.
3. Large statue of a many-armed woman dangling
various iron scales from chains. A golden swine
stands in one of the largest, holes in its back
collect rainwater that drains slowly from its teats
over time. Various wedding rites and legal
proceedings are conducted by filling the other
scales then climbing into the final scale to
release the lever protruding from the statue's
mouth to discover if they match the weight of
the swine.
4. A series of bronze columns wrapped in thick,
healthy vines, bearing forth sprays of waxy
leaves and plump purple fruits.
5. An obscenely elaborate gateway to nowhere.
6. A well-equipped timber fort, with the severed
heads of horses impaled on pikes at intervals
around its perimeter.
7. Memorial crypt holding the fallen of past
battles, decorated above by the bones of their
enemies.
8. Elaborate tower like one big perpetual motion
water mechanism built around a seemingly
bottomless pool full of golden eels.
9. Many-spired black stone church casting a
cryptic shadow.
10. A mostly-ransacked library and observatory
converted into a watchtower.
11. An alchemist's pit of living molten metal
contained below a ring of standing stones and a
descending spiral staircase.
12. A partly-excavated ziggurat hewn from
seemingly moist red stone.
Who Lives in this house? (2d6)
2. Couple and 1d6+1 children.
3. Single adult and 1d6-1 children.
4. Bachelor/Bachelorette.
5. Spell-user.
6. Priest.
7. Specialist.
8. Fighter type.
9. Widow/Widower.
10. d6 associates.
11. Extended family.
12. d6+1 friends and lovers.
Common Curiosity (6d6)
6. Ostracized from the community, more than
happy to help ruin the plans of others for good
or bad.
7. Were once caught in a compromising position
with a well-bred member of large livestock. It
brings everyone else great joy to ensure they
never live it down.
8. Have a surprisingly large assortment of goods
for trade or sale.
9. Incredibly friendly, attempting to summon an
earth-shaking terror using an underground shrine
they found, need help recovering the innocuous
missing pieces.
10. Fervent devotees to a known religion.
11. Protectors of an ancient and terrible secret.
12. Cannibals.
13. Members of the same bloodline.
14. Addicted to a strange and wonderful new
drug they have discovered.
WHO LIVES HERE? - Common Curiosity
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15. Under the influence of a sentient plant
growing in the area, its form depends on the
number of neighborhood homes affected:
1-2 Discolored patches on the skin, small
hidden sprouts.
3-5 Root clusters in the darkness at the
back of their throats, speaking for them, a
fledgling mother plant beginning to grow
in the area.
6 A large, established plant, protected by
those given over more wholly to its
symbiosis.
16. Insect cult. If six or more homes are affected,
a shrine containing a physical manifestation of
their worship exists in the area.
17. Aggressive/distrustful towards outsiders.
18. Dress like demons and prance around burning
pyres when the moon is full.
19. Militant nudists.
20. Share a psychic connection to one another
that allows them to simultaneously experience
everything that happens to each individual
member, and grants them terrifying powers of
the mind when their number exceeds fourteen.
21. Extremely welcoming towards outsiders.
22. Enthusiastic practitioners of a strange
pastime.
23. Speak in a dialect not used for centuries.
24. Organic body-horror replacements from a
fallen star in the hills. They smell of thyme and
their flesh is all-too pliable.
25. Will attempt to burn spell-users and Priests
like witches.
26. Capture children of all ages as offering to the
toad beast in the woods for protection. The
sacrifices sleep curled within amber pus-filled
holes in the hardened skin of its belly until they
emerge as misshapen children of the fae.
27. Their windows are dark and they do not
answer their doors.
28. Share a competitive rivalry over something FOOD, SERVICES
quaint. (Hunting, baking, growing large Bottle of Wine/Liquor, Poor 1/2sp
vegetables, needlework, gardening, offering Bottle of Wine/Liquor, Decent 1sp
sacrifices to their abhorrent god, etc.) Bottle of Wine/Liquor, Rich 10sp
Drink, Poor 1/2sp
29. Are afflicted by a terrible, undocumented Drink, Decent 1sp
ailment. Drink, Fancy 6sp
Drink, Rich 15sp
30. Wash their dead on the shore upriver and Meal, Poor 1/2sp
bury them beneath the silt, returning in a week's Meal, Decent 1sp
time to retrieve their bare, yellowed bones. Meal, Fancy 5sp
Meal, Rich 15sp
31. Form the militia of the Blue Palm, adept in Provision, Standard/Day 1sp
the use of paralytic poisons derived from local Post, Local 1sp
flowers. Coach, Local 1sp
Freight, per pound per day 1/2sp
32. Incredibly eager to marry-off/apprentice their Ship Passage, per day 2sp
sons and daughters, will go to great lengths to
prove the superiority of their children over their GENERIC CREATURE STATS
neighbor's.
Challenge Skill Stamina Initiative
33. Summoned a melting pyramid-headed lady of
unspeakable lust and terror as a plaything and Pushover 2 2 1
instead became her emotional puppets. She can't How Many? 6 5 2
hurt them but is trying damned hard to make Push 7 7 2
them hurt themselves, she can't leave this plane
of existence until they are all dead. She hates it Push? 8 12 2
here. Tough 6 20 3
Tricky 7 12 2
34. Esoteric horticultural society, with a 3 in 6
chance of having access to any rare plant you Stubborn 8 15 2
care to mention and a high likelihood of losing Brute 8 20 3
their minds over any specimens of your own
you'd like to share. Difficult 9 14 2
Grim 9 20 3
35+. Recently welcomed the offspring of their
Moppers 10 17 2
god into the womb of a blushing bride on her
wedding night, we're all terribly proud. How Many?!! 8 42 3
Help Us 12 36 5
LODGING
Inn, Poor 1sp Call Army 12 100 10
Inn, Decent 5sp Doomed 16 666 6
Inn, Secure 10sp Armor: None 0, Lightly 1, Modestly 2, Heavily 3.
Inn, Rich 25sp
Inn, Extravagant 100sp (Adapted from David Schirduan
Rent, 1 month (per 10 square feet) 30sp technicalgrimoire.com/files/UVG_Ref.pdf)
Stabling & Feed, Per day 1sp

GENERIC CREATURE STATS

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ALL OF THE CATS 235 Pimple Viscossi
236 Pussywillow Fartlord
What Is This Kitty Called? (d366) 241 Pouchy Saagenbutt
242 Creampuff Onionbreath
111 Cankles Farnsworth 243 Ugly Balls
112 Babel Barbsmith 244 Deon Sugarcrust
113 Hook-Eared Pickens 245 Puslord Stitchface
114 Black Nancy 246 Cherry Demonsplooge
115 Ginny Rathbone 251 Colin Needlenose
116 Rawkus Grikksmarc 252 Sneaky Wrinklecreeps
121 Cardinal Pickles 253 Possum Hangnail
122 Rupert Wigglesworth 254 Brushbottle the Third
123 Butt Crumpet 255 Clawd the Cat
124 Itchy Leperflesh 256 Viscous Whiscous
125 Puffy Hampshire 261 Mittens Babysmother
126 Boris Ranklefoot 262 Stabby the Tabby
131 Silky Straussgard 263 Ironshod Phillips
132 Vera Wrinkleface 264 Commitment Issues
133 Brown Pumpkinickle 265 Absent Absent
134 Fleabit Grumbleguts 266 Hobble Gobble
135 Sharpie Littlethroat 311 Chud DeBalzac
136 Tony Foamspittle 312 Blessed Milkiface
141 Delft Pondarker 313 Madame Neglect
142 Mister Milktooth 314 Scrumple Ravagelord
143 Blacken Firetitts 315 Whisky Waxlips
144 Hubert Haagendaas 316 Spitty Lincoln
145 Little Arsehole 321 Rotgut Morrigan
146 Precious Mangle 322 Round 4th Duke of Cuddles
151 Vodoo Haaskikur 323 Fuckface Malone
152 Gregor Kittenpants 324 Lavender Bestfriend
153 Pillow Pudding 325 Kitten Saltywhiskers
154 Talbot Rumplestein 326 Fatface McNeill
155 Butter Knuckles 331 Screechy Shitfur
156 Gummy Dewclaw 332 Butterballs O'Malley
161 Sir Creamyclaws 333 Alan Grosgard
162 Gaffer Rawhide 334 Sandy Ratlover
163 Fluffy Tinklebottom 335 Theodore Yellowstain
164 Twinkle Butternuffer 336 Disco Glitterhammer
165 Wretched Swallowtail 341 Gerald the Shitcunt
166 Marvin Musklord 342 Shelby Sloane
211 Scabby Fleckenhole 343 Jonesy Blacktongue
212 Nittie Mattfur 344 Lady the Indecent
213 Scruffy McTavish 345 Bellafur Krakenbush
214 Toughy Mcknickers 346 Milkeye Hurtsville
215 Anchovy Brughelbraun 351 Thorny Notail
216 Rowena Rufflebottom 352 Cottonmouth Poundcake
221 Flaky Sandtongue 353 Ammonia Potbelly
222 Tina Furlips 354 Sprinkles Hellduke
223 One-Eyed Nipples 355 Pumpkin Buffalo
224 Marci Gloomhouse 356 Zucchini Lava Sauce
225 Pinky the Conceiver 361 Seymour Seyless
226 Marquis de Rumph 362 Princess Zelda
231 Mad Eye Dockbane 363 Chloe Pornstar
232 Princess Pillowpush 364 Gus the Blind
233 Muffin Softycheeks 365 Frank Bestest Kitty
234 Martha Poot 366 Simon Stomps On the Terra
ALL OF THE CATS – What Is This Kitty Called?
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CRIME & PUNISHMENT Criminal Classifications

Crimes to be Charged Charged – In jail awaiting trial 3d6 days.

Defecation in Public, Desertion, Spit on Person of
Standing, Trip a Godless.
Bribery, Lecherous Staring, Public Intoxication,
Slap Person of Standing, Violate Probation.
(Add +1 to Judicial Outcome roll.)
Convict – Serving sentence.
Escapee - 1st escape, 1d6sp bounty.
Fugitive - 2nd escape, 1d6x10sp bounty.
Bandit - 3rd escape, 1d6x100sp bounty.
Outlaw - 4th or more escapes, 1d6x1,000sp bounty.
Judicial Outcome (3d6)

Disorderly Conduct, Escapee, Damage Property, The outcome is less determinative on facts than
Trespassing, Vagrancy. demonstrating heinous crimes must be punished. A
(Add +2 to Judicial Outcome roll.) chance to escape or bribe your way free are luck
rolls with the listed modifier to your Luck score.
Arson, Fugitive, Indigent, Manslaughter, Theft of
Property, Unlawful Intercourse. 3 or less Favorable Judgment
(Add +3 to Judicial Outcome roll.)
4 Case Dismissed -
Bandit, Extortion, Injury to a Person, Kidnapping.
(Add +4 to Judicial Outcome roll.) 5 Court Costs -

Evade Taxes, Murder, Outlaw, Spit or Slap Family to 6 Probation (2d6 Length of Sentence below)
Core Cult, Treason, Unlawful Entry to The City.
(Add +5 to Judicial Outcome roll.) 7 Fined (1d6)
1-4 d66sp, 5 d666sp, 6 Lose all possessions.
Other Adjustments to Judicial Outcome roll.
8 Stocks (2d6 days) (Luck -1)
Illegal Spells or other Magic +2
Any fight that was fairly fought -2 9 Humiliated (1d6) (Luck -1)
Resisting Arrest +2 1-4 Shaming, 5 Lose standing, 6 Branded.

Judicial Temperament (d6) 10 Jailed (2d6 Length) (Luck -1)

1 Sympathetic -2
2 Interested -1 11 Impressed (1d2) (Luck -2)
3 Bored 0 Either permanent (1) or tour of duty (2).
4 Hungover +1
5 Irritated +2 12 Enslaved (Luck -3)
6 Busy +3
13 Lashed (5d6 to Stamina) (Luck -3)
Lawyer Temperament (d6)
1 Inspired -3 14 Imprisoned (2d6 Length) (Luck -5)
2 Eloquent -2
3 Concerned -1 15 Flayed (over 3d8 days) (Luck -7)
4 Lucid 0 Taken down each night
5 Didn't show +1
6 Hungover +2 16 Hanged (Luck -8)

Weather 17 Impaled or Beheaded (Luck -10)

Blossomfall -2
Clear -1 18+ Drawn and Quartered (Luck -10)
Rain 0
Storm +1 Length of Sentence (double for Imprisoned)
Pollination +2 2 = 1 day, 3 = 10 days, 4 = 30 days, 5 = 60 days,
Gale +3 6 = 90 days, 7 = 6 months, 8 = 1 year, 9 = 2 years,
Heatwave +4 10 = 3 years, 11 = 4 years, 12 = lifetime.
CRIME & PUNISHMENT – Judicial Outcome
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GATES TO THE CITY The Tributary

These entrances are arranged counter-clockwise An expanse of open-palmed beckoning

around The City starting at the north-west gate. arms, their perfect marble skin marred by
patches of crustose red lichen, reaching out
The Oracle Gate around a gaping entranceway.

The undying head of a little girl sits in an
iron cage suspended from a lantern post, limp
red hair hanging now almost to the ground.
Each group of travelers leaving by her gate must
ask a question or curse their own journey.
Roll a d6.
1-3 she answers your question true
4-6 she spouts prophecy unavoidable
Entrance requires a gift or action
dependent on the cycle of the moon. Nothing
may pass through the Tributary during the full
moon.
The Uroboros Gate
A gate bounded by an enormous wyrm
crafted from thousands of small white stones and
depicted eating its own tail.

Each group of travelers entering by her No matter the outside temperature or how
gate must answer a question of her own, and if great a heatwave occurs, the stones of this gate
they do not know, must seek out the answer have a constant icy pallor and are freezing to the
before the moon's next phase. touch.

Lie to the little girl and face the laughing This gate is used only for military
living light which spills from her mouth. processions.

Fishwall Gullet

Gaping fish-like lips emerging from the

wall, hewn from the same stone, carved within
like a cavernous throat, an inviting tongue lolled
out, waiting to swallow you whole.

Attended by the Fishwives, it's best to

treat them kind or you may find the mouth on
the other side reluctant to open, the way behind
you closing.

The Common Gate

Six severed goat heads hang from the

walls along the gateway, hung with wooden
charms. A low keening crawls from their throats
and their nostrils flow with a lurid pink mucus
when something unnatural moves in their
presence. (Lambspring Woodcut, 1625, Ouroboros)

The heads need to be prepared and

replaced weekly as they rot.

GATES TO THE CITY

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THE CITY MAP