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 Table ofContents
Chapter 1: Project Echidna 9
Lose Faith All Who Enter Here 11
Here be Monsters 19
Arachno-Rilla 21
Biohazard-Bat 22
Brain-Fetcher 23
Carnivora Ultima Optimus Maximus 30
Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express 31
Giant Goddamn Napalm Worm 32
Hen’i no Neko 33
King of Corpses 35
NEW GIFT: Raise Hungry Corpses 35
Hungry Corpse 37
Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter 38
Mean Lil’ Bundle of “Fuck You” 39
Mr. Grins, the Sphere that Knows Only Hunger 40
Murder-Fuck-Icorn (AKA “Neo-Aughisky”) 43
Nuclear Underworld Motherfucker Dragon 44
Particularly-Diseased Pigeon 46
Pit of Infinite Chihuahuas 47
Psycho-Murder Chimp 48
Pure Goddamn ‘Murikan Patriotism Elemental 53
Shape of Fear 54
Super Doom Monkey, the Monkey of Doom 55
Wall of Shrieking Hell 55

XI/NS Adjustor (“Sins Adjustor”) 57

Meet the Team 61

“Doctor” Aloysius P. Abernathy 61
Mother St. Hideous 63
Abigayle Tsembelis 67

Chaz ‘Brew Dog’ Logan 68

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Chapter 2: New Fomori Powers 71
Adaptive Regeneration: 72
Appetite for Obscenity 73
Awaken the Baneklaive 74
Birth-Forth Bane. 77
Hogling (Smog Elemental) 79
Serpent-in Steel, Knight of Blazing Hatred 80
Blight Child 80
Nocturna (Night Hag) 81
Blood-Drinkin 82
Blood Glutton 82
Blood-Parched 82
Body-Horror Blade 83
Coils of Malfeas 88
Consume Lacerations 89
Crown of Balefire 89
Dance Behind the Shroud of Sanity. 90
Distort Inertia 91
Eat People 92
Echoes of the Thunderwyrm 92
Enhanced Beast-Mode 94
Enhanced SUPER Beast-Mode 94
Flesh of Unlimited Suffering 94
Font of Evil Will 95
Freakish Speed 95
Gore-Drenched Harmony of the Echoing Baneklaive 96
Grant the Heart’s Blackest Longing 97
Reek of Burning Desires 97
Greater Gifts of Malfeas 101
Heavy Armor 101
Heightened Formula Pool 102
House of Ten-Thousand Demons. 102
Humanoid Projectile 104
Illusions 105
Improved Flight 105
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 Improved Hideous Strength 106
Improved Homogeneity 106
Improved Regeneration 107
Implode Skeletal-Structure 108
Insculpt the Rune of Shattering Elements 108
Magic Blood 110
Mind-Shattering Blindspot 110
Nice Guy 111
Obscene Reflexes 114
Obtain Meat-Suit 114
Paint with Flesh 116
Riddle of the Baneklaive Haruspex 116
Roiling Biohazardous Murder Cloud 118
Rouse the Twisting Bane Within 119
Screams in the Mind 120
Sever the Baneklaive Homunculus 121
Shed Ruin 122
Shitstorm 123
Singularity of Razor & Flesh 124
Smilin’ Straight White MAGA Jesus 124
Storm of the Fulgurous Baneklaive 125
Super-Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding Technique 128
Tele-Psychosis 130
Totemic Baneklaive-Patronage 132
Transmute Flesh to Filth 137
Traveler in Nightmares 138
True Illusions 140
Twisted Gifts 141
Unholy Blessing. 142
Vomit Flies 143
Wicked Weapons of Malfeas 144
Wyrmish Glamour 145
Yet Still More Hideous Breath 145
Appendix 1: The “First Team on Speed-Dial” Chart-Chart 147
Appendix 2: Sidebars 163

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 Warnings
This book is a collection of various Wyrm projects that
could have been separate books, but we’ve decided
to put them out as one singular project. This book
has gross stuff. The Wyrm is disgusting, and the tone
of this book is often twisted black humor. This was
intentional, making it slightly slapstick and gross was
done not to diminish the horror of the Wyrm... but to
satirize it and diffuse the heaviness of the corruption
the Wyrm engages in. I’m going to tell you upfront
there are parts of this book I (Josh Heath) would never
use in a game. But, it’s your game. With your player’s
consent it is ok to go dark, to go splatterpunk, to go
gross B movie-esque and this book gives you tools to
go there. But, DO NOT SPRING THIS BOOK ON
YOUR PLAYERS. Tell them you will be using it. Tell
them what elements you are considering using. Use a
consent checklist. Use lines and veils. Use the X-card.
DO SOMETHING TO GET THE OK BEFORE YOU
RUN THIS STUFF.
This book is broken up into two big sections.
The first part is Project Echidna, which focuses on
non-human fomori and the horrors of creating wyrm
spawned pseudo-animals. We also have some major
NPCs you can use to ‘humanize’ the Project and what
it crafts.
Warnings
The second is basically Players Guide to Fomori: Book
2, Back for More. If you want to play Dark X-Men,
Players Guide to Fomori was the book for you, and this
expands, extends, and disgorges more mechanics for
you to create Fomori than you’d ever need, with an eye
toward using it for W20.
After this we have two appendixes. The first is a
random creation system for First Teams. This is what
I’d call silly grim-dark. But, you can adjust it easily
enough to make it straight dark if you want. Whatever
works for you, but this part gets into the Sam Raimi
style horror of things.
The second appendix is side-bars we cut from the
Fomori powers section. Some of these are GREAT
storytelling advice for these powers or for running
these games. But… honestly, they really messed with
the flow of the powers (which are already complex)
and we moved them out to make it easier to read.
I hope you enjoy this book. But. Trigger Warnings
won’t cover everything here. If you can imagine vile
things, they are probably at least vaguely referenced
here.
Tread carefully.
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 Chapter 1:
Project Echidna

Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.”
— The Tempest (1610-1611)
A Personal Aside & Content Warning, or “No Werewolf: The Apocalypse tabletop Chronicle, one
Animals Were Harmed in the Making of this of several participants in a cooperative storytelling
Roleplaying Supplement” troupe, it is absolutely vital that you are worthy of the
trust placed in you by your players: actively tuned-in
This book is gross, and full of terrors. to the feelings, needs, hopes, fears, goals, and – above
Which makes a certain amount of sense, after all: it’s all – yes, triggers of your fellow participants in shared-
a big bad book about body-horror & illegal military- world story-craft.
grade medical experimentation, about unrestrained Violence against animals is a MAJOR trigger for –
capitalism and deepest spiritual corruption, about again, to be clear – most people.
inhuman monsters of nightmare and the far-worse,
all-too-human beasts-with-bright-smiles who delight in And it is not to be trifled-with.
playing at a kind of twisted, stunted, omni-malevolent
godhood. If you’re not someone who tears-up – or occasionally
even breaks down sobbing – when you think about
This is not, however, a book about how animal-abuse the preview for Marley & Me, or the one for Art of
is “kewl” or “edgy” or “fun”. Racing in the Rain, please understand that lots of us
do. And we, the people who have Does the Dog Die?
Animal-abuse is, in point of fact, none of those
things. bookmarked on our smart-phone for quick reference,
would very much like to enjoy our fun game of super-
To state it as clearly as possible: our feelings about powered warriors of Gaia ripping monsters & finance-
people who hurt animals are best expressed through bros into festive intestine-confetti without experiencing
the character of John Wick, as seen in the excellent any absolute gut-wrenching emotional trauma, thank
John Wick documentary film-series. you oh-so-very much.
Period. End of statement. Pentex is evil. They hurt animals.
Much more importantly, the material in this book Werewolf: The Apocalypse player-characters are…
must be handled with care: as a Storyteller within your well, if not maybe “good,” technically, then at the very
Chapter 1: Project Echidna 9
least (by most standards) they’re at-minimum “morally
grey”.
…and they don’t hurt animals.
In fact, they brutally eviscerate people who hurt
animals.
Very few themes are stronger or more-central to the
experience of Werewolf: The Apocalypse than this.
The wisest Stargazer & the drunkest Fianna, the most
tragic grim-dark Silver Fang & the most pants-less
Bone Gnawer, the most slaughter-happy Red Talon
& the most bleeding-heart Child of Gaia, the most
ancient Zhong Lung mystic & the most ADHD-addled
Corax prankster are – just this once! – in utterly
perfect agreement: people who hurt animals are bad.
Simply put: DO NOT FORCE YOUR PLAYERS
TO HURT ANIMALS.
Do not give them the choice to hurt animals.
Do not make “hurting animals” an option to achieve
victory.
Do not dangle the risk of accidentally hurting animals
in front of them as a threat.
Not as a moral puzzle. Not as a “gotcha”. Not as a fun
twist on the genre.
Very little in the World of Darkness is hard-&-fast,
black-&-white, right-&-wrong, set-in-stone.
But this is.
And it’s not open for debate.
SO: the monsters in this book are not sympathetic
or misguided or pitiable or misunderstood. They are
not cute. They are not lovable. They are not animals
in any real sense. They are suits of meat power-armor
piloted by Banes, used only to actively fuck the Gaian
Realm directly up the butt.
More specifically: Brain-Fetchers don’t whimper or
beg, Psycho-Murder Chimps don’t doodle or play with
blocks, and the Wall of Shrieking Hell doesn’t fucking
“just want him some snuggles”.
These obscenities of sinew & sorcery are genuine
capital-E evil, at a cellular level.
Sub-cellular-level. Molecular-level. Atomic-level.
Below the liver, below the kidneys, maybe even
below the colon.
We don’t know.
Gaze down at the most base components of the
quantum-foam uncertainty substructure of one of
these ugly critters with a bleeding-edge tunneling
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electron microscope, slicing through the very last &
finest femtometer to the barest sliver of Planck-length
gravity-wave, and you’ll spot – right there – a little
Polaroid selfie of the Wyrm smiling up at you, flipping
you off, banging your mom, and holding-up a itty-bitty,
tiny handmade sign which reads, “hey buddy! fuck you,
I’m evil!”
If you absolutely must make a nod to the fact that
the rabid fomor charging headlong at the player
characters is (technically) made outta animal-parts,
clarify that the foul demon-spirit animating the rotten,
infected meat-husk is a Bane, hopelessly corrupted by
the Wyrm… but that – in the moment of swift, clean
death by the hand of Gaia’s Chosen – the true spirit of
the animal, utterly unharmed, goes free: able, now, to
enter the great cycle of rebirth once more.
To summarize: you cannot accidentally hurt a dog by
killing a dog-fomor any more than Sonic the Hedgehog
can “accidentally hurt a bunny-rabbit” by smashing-
open some dumb drill-machine.
…and even then, with that rule very firmly
established and in-place, some stuff in this book will
still hit too close to home for some players. And that
is where YOU – as Storyteller – have an opportunity
to shine: the exact moment any player expresses the
slightest discomfort at the concept of an animal-fomor,
you are both empowered & obligated to hit the
motherfucking brakes.
Make it a different monster.
A big spider. A creepy land-eel. A mega-size
cuttlefish.
A genetically-engineered cockroach/starfish/
centipede, maybe.
Or just a mass of stitched-together clowns.
Whatever.
Final word: this book is for use in telling cool, fun,
interesting, scary stories with your friends.
If it is – instead – used to traumatize a player who
is grieving the loss of a beloved family-member, you
should be ashamed; furthermore, please be aware
that I, personally, hate you and will fistfight you in
a hotel parking lot the exact moment I am given an
opportunity to do so.
Thank you for your time.
- Clinton J. Boomer
 Lose Faith All Who
Enter Here

“Bill, if I may add one thing? All those who dare

oppose EES will stand knee-deep in the blood of their
own children.”
— Richard Hertz, CEO of EES [Everything
Except Shoes]; Freaked (1993)

Project Echidna (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 139)
is the redheaded stepchild of Project Iliad: our efforts
in binding increasingly-godawful Bane-spirits into
specially-bred animal-hosts consistently overlooked,
underfunded, back-burnered, and dismissed out-of-
hand by the powers-that-be, from the Pentex Board
of Directors themselves all the way down through
the Sub-Division chiefs to the middle-managers and
pencil-necked paper-pushers in what passes for “human
resources” around here.
There are reasons for this, of course.
Echidna’s results are prohibitively expensive to
produce (and maintain!). They can’t be reliably
replicated, they’re annoyingly time-consuming to
develop from first gestation all the way to full field-
readiness, and every single goddamn one of them is
wildly unpredictible during any type of real live-fire
scenario. Sure, the top-tier best-of-the-best of our
monsters can outperform even a true Fomarch – the
crown jewels of Special Projects Division! – in terms of
sheer killing-power… but hey, so can a nuke.
Or a fully-grown Thunderwyrm.
Lose Faith All Who Enter Here
Or a Vhujunka murder-shaman.
Or god-help-us a Nexus Crawler.
Yeah, there are several reasons Pentex isn’t just
shoveling money at acquiring more of those.
Worse still, the official stated design-goal behind
the development of a Fomarch isn’t simply “build a
super-fomor who can singlehandedly fuck a skyscraper
in half”; instead, it’s the creation of a controllable
asset capable of fully concealing its powers, adopting an
outwardly-human guise.
… and that’s at least marginally sane by (at
minimum) the very loosest of human standards.
Echidna hasn’t produced one of those. And simply
put: we never fuckin’ will, neither.
Yet – unlike the fine folks at Project Lycaon –
Echidna also isn’t innovating new Mockery Breeds.
And unlike the groundbreaking work being done
within the crucible of Project Aeneid, Echidna also
can’t claim to be funneling tens of millions of dollars
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in wasted dark-money toward conquering the absolute
bleeding edge of weaponized next-generation psychic
phenomenon.
Heck, unlike the … whatever-the-fuck they’re doing
over at Project Deepwater, Echidna can’t even boast a
sprawling multi-billion-dollar secret undersea research
platfom dreamed-up over a thirty-seven-martini-lunch
by a syphilitic Jazz-Age oil-baron with a squid fetish.
But we’re also – unlike the poor bastards over at
Project Metamorphosis – not all dead.
So we’ve got that going for us.
Which is nice.
In short, our greatest claim to fame is that we
haven’t been liquidated & sold-off as “gently used
parts” (yet) in the wake of fucking-up a high-priority
Mockery Breed rollout. Yet.
No wonder we’re considered a bottom-tier, D-list,
not-ready-for-prime-time, also-ran joke.
Or, well … at least for now, that is.
See, the future is suddenly looking very bright indeed
for Echidna: the unexpected whirlwind departure of
Neuro-Dynamic Labratories & Project Lycaon from
beneath the authority of Iliad during the last Board
of Directors shake-up has left Sub-Division Director
Francesco looking with new-found paranoia and
hunger at the many departments under his control,
tryin’ to sniff-out a big-ass flashy win that a clever
Black Spiral Dancer could claim quick, easy credit for.
That’s where we come in.
As some of the guys around the lab like to say: it’s
only going to take one flaming nuclear chitin-blade-
draped rabid venom-tiger the size of fucking schoolbus
to completely wipe out an ecoterrorist “caern” – and,
incidentally, do the work of a full eighty-fomor First
Team battalion, and for half the price – before the
Board of Directors finally starts taking Project Echidna
seriously.
Maybe we’ll finally get that ping-pong table.
Fingers crossed!
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ALL CREATURES, GREAT & SMALL
The various fomori detailed here were built
from animal stat-blocks originally appearing in
Mage: The Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition
(pg. 618-620) and V20: Ghouls & Revenants (pg.
172-176) combined with Fomori Powers from Were-
wolf: The Apocalypse 20th Anniversary Edition (pg.
429-439), W20 Book of the Wyrm (pg. 130-138),
Freak Legion: A Players Guide to Fomori, and
Possessed: A Player’s Guide in addition to the new
Powers detailed below.
A Brief Word of Clarification Regarding
Non-Human Fomori
The monstrosities birthed from the deniable-ops
labs operated by Project Echidna are, quite simply put,
living atrocities: twisted and abhorrent things, knitted
of Wyrm’s wet obscenity & Weaver’s burning hubris,
born under neither the protection nor the authority of
Mother Gaia.
In short, they are not normal animals. They have
never been normal animals. They cannot be turned
back into normal animals. They have more in common
with a flaming box of lead-paint-coated Halloween
decorations & clown-porn than they do with normal
animals. They are nothing more or less than Banes-
in-flesh, capable only of viewing normal animals –
especially non-fomor members of their parent species
– as tasty snacks & disposable playthings.
To reference a no-longer-canon ruleset from two
decades ago, an animal-based fomor has an effective
“Autonomy” score of zero-point-zero-zero, if not
actually a negative one.
Put more specifically, the Children of Rat can
breathe easy for once: Rat’s ban on slaughtering vermin
does not apply to any rodent-based fomor generated
by Project Echidna. Nor to anything else those sick
fuckers at Pentex might cook up: Bane-bred flies, lice,
and cockroaches are all fair game.
In point of fact, it is the righteous duty of every
loyal servant of Gaia to execute every last one of
these pieces of shit where they stand, by any means
necessary: a Fianna who brutally slashes-out the throat
of some horrible, eye-covered, seventeen-legged,
sewage-dripping deer-based obscenity spat-out by
Echidna should expect whatever the exact opposite is of
a stern rebuke from Great Stag & the mighty shades of
the Wild Hunt, for example.
A nice fruit basket, maybe.
To clarify further: this is a book of genuine,
irredeemable, no-bullshit monsters. Meat & bone,
ooze & gristle, thorn & sinew, venom & tendril, these
beasts exist only to elicit terror and revulsion in the
hearts of Werewolf: The Apocalypse players and
characters alike.
…and while they’re unresponsive to the niceties
of normal werewolf/nature-spirit interactions, these
beasts are absurdly receptive to the Animal Control
Fomori Power; as such, “high-performance” animal-
fomori pumped-out by Project Echidna’s ever-more-
fruitful labs are being fielded alongside (very nervous)
human-based fomori – in specially-equipped assault-
designation First Teams with shockingly high turn-over
rates – with increasing regularity.
Unleash the beasts. Take a bite out of some wolf-
assholes. And have fun!
On the Topic of Cranial Bombs
By default, everything produced by Project Echidna
(meaning basically everything in this book) is fitted
– long before it leaves the lab – with one (1) big-ass
white-phosphorous-&-balefire cranial bomb, intended
to serve as an emergency “safety measure”: this high-
performance, wildly-unsafe explosive device can be
remote-detonated by a handler (or other higher-up
within Project Iliad) in the very, very likely event that
the fomor ever goes just totally bat-shit, balls-out, eat-
your-face berserk.
When the bomb goes off, it deals twelve dice of
aggravated damage to the fomor as well as to anything
currently within arm’s reach of the fomor’s skull. This
is toned-down to a mere ten dice of aggravated damage
in the case of your smaller-sized fomori (like rats,
housecats, pigeons, poodles, and shit), and dialed up to
fourteen or more dice of hot, flaming, totally X-treme
nacho aggravated damage for the very biggest of the
18-wheeler-eating bastards.
These bombs also serve as GPS tracking-beacons:
allowing Project Iliad to pinpoint their asset’s current
location & trajectory, and to rapidly deploy a retrieval-
designation First Team when it’s time for the big bad
monster to come home for several more rounds of
drugs & invasive surgery. Additionally, the absolute
most cutting-edge next-gen cranial bombs also have
a combination spinal-injector & fluid-compression
reservoir-suite built right in: allowing their handler to
administer a quick dose of Formula Z (see below) or
Fomorol (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 186) to their
monster from a safe distance.
Lose Faith All Who Enter Here
…or “from a safe distance, lol” since a dosed-up
fomor can cover vastly more ground than any sane
person would reasonably expect, and significantly
faster than a human can shit their pants.
Equipment, or “Look, Ma! No thumbs!”
Most of the creatures in this book are, by default,
quadrupedal and not particularly bright.
Which is to say that – for the most part – they’re
monsters who run, fight, and hunt on all fours (or the
equivalent): they don’t do things like turn doorknobs,
operate cellphones, drive cars, or use guns. When
storytelling combat, be sure to fight fair: an animal-
based fomor should receive all the benefits (such as the
doubled base land-speed, improved jumping-distance,
and enhanced senses) of a Garou in lupus or hispo form
in exchange for their lack of opposable thumbs.
In fact, some of these monsters – particularly fomor
rats, pigeons, dogs small enough to fit in a purse, and
anything else smaller than a human head – should
probably also benefit from an increased difficulty at
hitting them with ranged weapons (see Targeting a
Specific Shot; W20, pg. 295).
Some of them can also hold their breath for hours.
Some of them can track by scent.
Some can see in the dark.
… or can echolocate.
Lots of ‘em can also move silently through duct-
work.
A few possess brachiation or swim-speeds.
Shit, some of ‘em can even fly!
And without a jetpack!
Not that one of these things would know how to
use a jetpack, obviously.
These hideous, drooling bastards would be lucky to
puzzle-out pants.
Point is: the standard animal-fomor “equipment list”
– if we had bothered to write it out at the bottom of
every stat-block, which we didn’t – would be: cranial-
bomb (implanted) and none.
Now …that’s not to say that Pentex doesn’t
occasionally pimp these critters out for a throw-down
fight: particularly high-performance fomori intended
to see direct combat against the Garou are routinely
outfitted with silver-edged “claw caps” (designed to
fit over their nails & teeth, causing them to attack
as silver weapons), and most such fomori also boast
integrated body armor: the equivalent of reinforced
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clothing (Armor rating 1, Dexterity penalty 0) or even
a Kevlar vest (Armor rating 3, Dexterity penalty 1)
plated-over & stitched directly into their skin.
BTW, neither of these adjustments have been
included in the stat-blocks below, so … go nuts.
Claw-caps & stitched-in body-armor can, of course,
come loose or get damaged: a botch on any Brawl or
Athletics roll by a tech-augmented fomor removes the
benefit of a randomly-selected piece of equipment it
currently has installed until such time as a certified
lab-tech can fit it back on properly.
ALSO: some particularly forward-thinking design
studios – such as Danmakuden Dynamic (an affiliate of
Ichibashi, a subsidiary of Hallahan Fishing Company),
the First United Blargarian Church of Squaid the
Redeemer (a splinter-faction of Incognito), and the
Dick Meatsweats Collective (very proudly sponsored by
O’Tolley’s, the Family Place!) are actively pushing to
incorporate a wide variety of Wyrm-tainted cybernetics
(W20, pg. 465-466) into their newer designs; the
military application of such dark shenanigans
is – simply put – a whole new universe of pure,
unadulterated, over-the-top bullshit.
Thus, the section on use & abuse of chromed-out,
wired-reflexes, dermal-plated Psycho-Murder Chimps
on your unsuspecting players is intentionally blank: left
as an exercise for the reader.
Note: Danmakuden, roughly translated, means
something akin to “Hall of Bullet Curtains”: this
wicked military-biotech lab takes its name – the
eponymous ‘bullet curtain’ – from the Japanese
term for what are (in the States) better known as
‘bullet hell’-type shooters. The corporation styles
itself accordingly, as a distinctly retro-game, side-
scrolling, 16-bit, maximum-difficulty kind of slick &
hypermodern.
Due to the complexity of the Japanese language,
the same word can also mean “Lord Bullet Curtain”
(although it would be pronounced “Danmaku-dono”
弾幕殿])
Formula Z, or “what the fuck is Harold
Zettler doing, and why aren’t we stopping
him?”
One major stumbling-block for Project Echidna over
the last few decades has been the simple, infinitely-
infuriating fact that the vast majority of fomori,
whether lab-grown or wild-caught, measure their post-
possession life-expectancy in months – or even weeks
– rather than in years or decades.
This is significantly more of a pain in the ass
when you have to monitor the little radioactive
toxin-dripping fuckers all the way from conception
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to maturity rather than (for example) just dosing-
up a bunch of homeless guys with experimental
psychoactive chemicals, locking them in a room full
of Bane-riddled raw meat, tossing-in a few knives,
blasting some J-pop, and hoping for the best.
Putting it bluntly: each & every fomor created by
Project Echidna is a unique work of art.
But it doesn’t matter how unutterably badass your
mega-scorpion/octo-shark/death-bear cyber-mantis
python-hybrids are if the goddamn things won’t stop
shitting-out all their internal organs across the floor a
mere seventy-two hours after hatching.
Enter, then, the geniuses over at Panacea
Pharmaceuticals.
Using a hyper-concentrated variant of life-extension
wonder-drug Anagath F45.6 pioneered by Harold
Zettler & his top-flight team in Beaumont – codename
“Formula Z” – Project Echidna has finally been able to
stabilize dozens of experimental living weapons that
are, technically speaking, composed near-entirely of
cancer, infected sewer run-off, bone-spurs, hate, and
acidic biohazardous napalm.
Z-Enhanced Fomori have the following traits:
• Enhanced Vitality: a Z-enhanced fomor
adds one die to all Strength-related and
Dexterity-related dice rolls; in effect, every
Z-enhanced fomor gains +1 to Strength
and to Dexterity (these bonuses are not
included in the sample stat-blocks below).
• Hideous Strength: a Z-enhanced fomor
can spend one point from its formula
pool (below) to exchange its extra die of
Strength for a single automatic success on
all Strength-related rolls for the turn. In
melee and brawling combat, this automatic
Strength success is applied as normal to
damage-roll results.
• Wicked Cunning: a Z-enhanced fomor
displays eerie, dangerous levels of greater-
than-animal intellect & awareness: most
Z-enhanced fomor still can’t speak or read,
but they can certainly understand human
speech and body-language, they can learn
any Skill, Talent, or even Knowledge that
could be acquired by a human in their
situation… and most begin formulating
escape-plans immediately. In game-terms,
a Z-enhanced fomor can gain and spend
Experience Points (W20 pg. 244) like any
other Storyteller character: a Z-enhanced
Psycho-Murder Chimp isn’t just dangerous
because it has a Strength of 9. It’s also
 dangerous because it can figure out how
to operate a key-pad, start a chainsaw, and
hotwire a bus.
• Formula Pool: a Z-enhanced fomor
possesses a maximum formula pool of one
+ its Stamina; a Z-enhanced fomor may
spend a single point from this pool each
turn as a reflexive action to perform one of
the following feats:
o heal one level of lethal or bashing
damage
o activate a Fomori Power ability (in
place of spending Willpower, Rage, or
Gnosis)
o activate its Hideous Strength (above).
Once per scene, a Z-enhanced fomor may
heal a single Health Level of aggravated
damage by spending five points from its
formula pool (at a rate of one point per
turn) and a point of Willpower. If the
Z-enhanced fomor ever has a total formula
pool of one or lower, it loses its bonus
die of Dexterity. Z-enhanced fomori
refresh their formula pool only through
receiving treatments of Formula Z, which
can be administered only under sterile
laboratory conditions by trained Panacea
Pharmaceuticals personnel.
• Murderous Instincts: all Z-enhanced
fomori frenzy just like Leeches (W20, pg.
453), rolling Willpower to resist frenzy.
During particularly tense scenes (such as
during combat!), a Z-enhanced fomor must
succeed at an additional Willpower roll
each round whenever it becomes frustrated
or immediately begin suffering violent
hallucinations (which can then trigger
frenzy, hilariously). If the Z-enhanced
fomor currently has a formula pool of
one or lower, the difficulty of all frenzy
rolls it makes is lowered by three, and
it doesn’t need to roll to avoid suffering
violent hallucinations from an overdose on
Formula Z.
• Zettler’s Secret Sauce: a Z-enhanced
fomor gains one of the following Gifts:
Blur of the Milky Eye (W20 pg. 161),
Heightened Senses (W20 pg. 158-159),
Resist Pain (W20 pg. 166), or any other
Gift (Level 2 or lower) of the Storyteller’s
Choice; alternatively, a Z-enhanced fomor
gains a single additional Fomori Power.
• Addiction: a Z-enhanced fomor rapidly
develops a hyper-detailed internal
timetable for when it begins to crave
another dose of Formula Z, and that
timetable is always “right the fuck now”.
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In theory, a Z-enhanced fomor can be
manipulated into following orders through
the promise of receiving another dose…
but in practice, a Z-enhanced fomor will
simply rip the arms off of whoever dangles
a dose in front of it and then jam the vial
of Formula Z into its arm as hard as it can,
hoping to shatter the glass & to slice-open
a big enough wound that the drugs will go
into its bloodstream slightly more quickly.
• Derangement: every Z-enhanced fomor
suffers from at least one Derangement
(W20 pg. 485-486), above and beyond
the expected level of frothing omnicidal
psychosis one might expect from a Bane-
bred, drug-addicted animal fomor locked
in a research-lab-themed torture dungeon
to be poked in the face for all eternity (or
until it dies in combat).
• Love of Zettler: For unknown reasons, all
Z-enhanced fomori love & cherish Harold
Zettler, treating him like some kind of
otherworldly messiah and obeying him
instinctively.
• Prolonged Life: As long as a Z-enhanced
fomor receives a treatment of Formula Z at
least once a month, it does not age, cannot
fall ill, and cannot die of “natural causes”.
Formula Z has not been approved for use on human-
based fomor, despite Harold Zettler’s repeatedly-stated
interest in ramping-up production & distribution
worldwide.
He’s thinking maybe they could add it to breakfast
cereals. You know, for children!
Notes on the upcoming stat blocks:
Let’s Talk Fangs & Claws
Since most of the subjects selected for enhancement
by Project Echidna – unlike the baseline-human
subjects experimented-upon by other departments of
Special Projects Division – already have nice sharp
nails & teeth, the Claws and Fangs Fomori Power
(W20, pg. 431) isn’t nearly as ubiquitous among the
stat-blocks below as it would be in any “normal”
assortment of Garou-killin’ fomor write-ups.
As a Storyteller, however, you can always choose to
add it back into the mix: since a one-time dip into that
power grants both a Strength +1 aggravated-damage
bite and a Strength +1 aggravated-damage claw-
maneuver to a human-based fomor (who, by the rules,
can’t even attempt a Strength -1 bashing-damage
bite or claw-attack without it), the power should –
arguably! – increase the Strength +1 lethal-damage
bite of an alligator or wolf to somewhere in the range
of Strength +4 aggravated.
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 Now… only you, of course, can truly judge exactly
how much aggravated damage being thrown around
by the bucketful is right for you, your table, and your
Chronicle.
Versus, you know, how much is just way, way too
goddamn much.
Anyway, have fun!
Wait, where’s the [Immunity to Delirium]
Fomori Power at?
Pretty much every human-based fomor gets
Immunity to the Delirium as a fun lil’ sign-on bonus
with the Wyrm right straight off the bat: purged in a
single heartbeat of that species-wide brainwashing by
Gaia’s chosen warriors the exact moment they undergo
full-body possession by a Bane.
It all just comes with the package, man.
…which is not to say that it’s free.
Lol.
Wyrm don’t give-out freebies, buddy. Never has,
never will. If that comes as a nasty surprise to you,
well… boy, you’re gonna hate the next couple of
shocking twists.
ANYWAY: the standard-issue human-based fomor
(who only gets three Fomori powers, let’s not forget)
has to spend a third of his “sexy cool new superpowers”
budget on short-circuiting ten-or-so-odd millennia
of hardwired ancestral fear-memory: wiping the
fully-automatic hyper-drive amnesia-inducing panic-
attack that kicks-in for regular folk whenever a Garou
unleashes Crinos live & in-stereo.
Even the mighty Ferectoi, Larvae of the Wyrm-
Him-Own-Goddam-Self, have to spend 20% of their
i-shit-you-not five starting Fomori Powers (that’s as
much as a true Fomarch!) on buying-up a nice lifetime
supply of Delirium-B-Gone… or risk losing their cool
in abject, pants-shitting terror the very first time a
friendly Nuwisha pops-up in Manabozho to say “hey-o
there bro-ski, how’s it hangin’?”
The Impergium was no joke, kids.
But the thing is… non-human animals aren’t affected
by the Delirium. The very shyest doe & the absolute
twitchiest raccoon in the forest alike regard a slavering
Red Talon in Crinos with the jaded, seen-it-all
detachment of a pair of born-&-bred New Yorkers
observing a forty-thousand-pound city bus careen
through rain-slick, heavy midday traffic: fully aware
that, yes, it will kill the absolute living fuck out of
them near-instantly if it smashes into them, but also
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cognizant that – in actual point of fact – it’s probably
not gonna happen.
After all, bus got places to be.
And the Red Talon has oil-executives to rend
asunder.
The up-shot of all this is that Banes jammed into
Project Echidna’s monsters don’t have to waste a
bunch of precious time & energy fucking around with
the hard-wiring of their fleshy hosts: unplugging a mess
of neurotransmitters, scrubbing-down pre-civilization-
era muscle-memory, and rerouting from “scream like an
idiot, piss yourself, faint, cry, mutter ‘gang-related, PCP,
gang-related, PCP’ to yourself for six weeks, and be sure to
ignore the obvious signs of PTSD” to “uh … maybe don’t
do that”.
Which means that the beasts below – each one
outfitted with a full suite of four Fomori powers,
to represent that they’re absolute top-of-the-line
specimens, fresh from the best of Project Echidna’s
highest-tier worldwide labs – didn’t have to pay for
Immunity to Delirium.
DESIGNER’S NOTE
Actually, by the rules, you’re allowed to add
an any arbitrary number of Fomori Powers to an
individual fomor as you see fit: the only real limit
as to how high you can stack ‘em on a single freak
is your own best guesstimate as to how many it’ll
take before your players all wad up their character
sheets and pelt you with them, screaming “bullshit”
at the top of their lungs.
Fomori Powers, I’ve found, are – in a lot of ways
– a lot like jellybeans. Or marshmallows! Y’know:
a little handful, like three to five of ‘em? It can be
a yummy treat between meals.
An entire seventeen-pound bag of them, all
at once? You’ll have to get your stomach pumped.
… that said, though, have you ever wondered
exactly how may marshmallows you could fit in your
mouth at the same time? Reckon it’s more than your
lame roommate could handle. You should totally
bet him $50 that you can school his punk ass.
In fact, you could throw a fifth Fomori Power onto
any one of the creatures below – might we humbly
suggest the excellent & ever-popular Bestial Mutation,
Exoskeleton, Invisibility, Regeneration, Venomous
Bite, or Wings? – and still only hit the base starting
point for a Ferectoi.
… technically.
On the other hand, if you’re worried that one of the
bad beasties listed below will turn your fresh-faced
pack of eager Cliath Children of Gaia Philodoxes &
charming Bone Gnawer Theurges into a sad, crimson-
splattered cautionary tale within the space of a single
combat-round?
Well, feel free to yank one (or even two!) of those
Fomori Powers off the chassis and just … eh, let’s say
“tuck it away for later,” maybe.
Don’t worry.
You’re not cheating your players of a good story
well-told, nor of an appropriate challenge.
You’re simply ensuring that when
they finally face-down the Kevlar-plated
Z-enhanced silver-claw-capped Nuclear
Underworld Motherfucker Dragon with
Heightened Formula Pool and Singularity
of Razor & Flesh – a few hundred XP
& half a dozen Ranks later – that they’re
all properly pissed-off about what Project
Echidna is up to, ready to get their rage
on… rather than, for example, having
all quit the Chronicle in disgust after a
particularly bullshit first-session TPK.

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 Here be Monsters

“How’s a little blast like that supposed to beat a

critter that cost more’n Operation: Desert Storm? I got
super-powers in here you don’t even have names for.”
— Seth Cowie, the Six-Billion Dollar Bastard;
The Authority, Vol. 1, #29
To: Special Agent Arthur Johnson, FBI; Atlanta Field Office
From: Danielle May; Field Reporter, Weekly Star News-Magazine

Good evening, Special Agent Johnson.

Writing this out at 4 am – in this cheap hotel, with its flickering vacancy-sign and yellowing bed-linens
that I’m near positive were once supposed to be white – I can’t help but feel a sense of dread.
Not for what’s coming for me.
That part, I’ve made my peace with.
And though I’m frightened for the people that I love, I do not fear the end to my own chase.
It’s the fear that – when you read what I’m about to tell you – that you’ll think I’m crazy.
Just saying out loud what I’ve come to believe makes me sound crazy to myself, so I can barely imagine
what I’ll sound like to someone who hasn’t seen what I’ve seen. However, I beg you to withhold final judgment
until you’ve listened to the tapes I’ve provided, looked at the photographs I’ve gathered, and listened to the tes-
timony of the men & women I’ve spoken with.
There are monsters out there, Agent Johnson.
Real monsters. Beasts that defy all earthly explanation in their horror, hunger, and capacity for carnage.
Worst of all, I believe they’re being manufactured: created for purposes beyond reasoning or comprehension.

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Biological weapons? Something worse? Devils in the darkness.
Please, Agent Johnson: you seemed like a good man when we spoke in Atlanta, all-too-briefly, so many
years ago. Like an honest man. Like someone who could listen.
Someone has to expose the truth.
I’m sorry that I do not think that it will be me.
And it’s a shame, too, because the bastards deserve it.
God, if they don’t deserve it after what they’ve done … and what they’ve covered up.
I hope your luck proves better than mine, sir.

Sincerely,
Danielle May

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Arachno-Rilla
(fomor gorilla)
Attributes: Strength 9, Dexterity 4, Stamina 7,
Perception 4, Intelligence 4, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 4, Brawl 4, Stealth 5
Willpower: 7
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -1, -1, -3, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor rating: 4 (eleven soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength -2 lethal); rend (Strength +0
lethal)
Fomori Powers: Exoskeleton, Invisibility, Wall-
Walking, Webbing
• Exoskeleton: an Arachno-Rilla has a hard,
gnarled, ossified carapace sporting bizarre
ivory growths, which grants it +3 Strength
and +3 Stamina (included above). The
appearance of an Arachno-Rilla is so
nightmarish & impossible that merely
seeing it incites the Delirium.
• Invisibility: an Arachno-Rilla may spend
a point of Willpower and roll its Wits +
Stealth (difficulty 7) to warp light around
itself, becoming invisible until the end
of the scene or until it enters combat.
Anyone specifically searching for the fomor
while this ability is active can attempt
to contest its roll with a Perception +
Alertness roll (difficulty 8). The Gift:
Sense Wyrm may still detect an Arachno-
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Rilla’s presence while it is invisible, but
the Gift cannot pinpoint the fomor’s exact
location.
• Wall-Walking: the hands and feet of
an Arachno-Rilla are sticky, allowing
it to scale sheer surfaces as quickly as it
can run along the ground. Any surface
providing more traction than the rain-
slick side of a glass skyscraper does not
require a Dexterity + Athletics roll for the
Arachno-Rilla to traverse at full speed.
• Webbing: an Arachno-Rilla can spew
massive amounts of translucent inch-
thick webbing, similar to that of a spider;
webbing created by an Arachno-Rilla has
six soak dice and three Health Levels. An
Arachno-Rilla can use this webbing to trap
its prey: a victim must make a Strength
roll (resisted by the web’s Strength of 8)
to escape. Webs created by an Arachno-
Rilla are nearly impossible to see from a
distance without a Perception + Alertness
roll (difficulty 7), but the range of these
webs is only as far as the Arachno-Rilla
can reach (they can’t be tossed or thrown
as a ranged attack). An Arachno-Rilla
must make an Intelligence roll to create
complex (non-instinctual) designs with
its webbing, like forming a seal over a
doorway or a ladder down from the ceiling.
An Arachno-Rilla – unless caught sleeping
or otherwise completely unaware – is
always armored in a thin weave of steel-
hard silk that provides three levels of
temporary armor but applies no penalty to
Dexterity (included above): armor created
in this way takes three turns to weave and
lasts for two scenes.
Deeply beloved creation of Dr. Lance Satō, the Black
Spiral Dancer kinfolk who acts as team lead over at
Danmakuden Dynamic, the vanishing Arachno-Rilla is
a true wonder of shrieking, omnimalevolent madness:
capable of silently emerging from the shadows to snap
bones & suck out the marrow in a way that an 800-lbs.
colossal cannibal silverback simply should NOT be good
at.
When not being sent-out on surgical-strike kill-
missions, the Arachno-Rilla mostly likes to pull
people’s limbs off and web them up in intricate designs
– which, from a certain angle, kinda look like primitive
kanji – in horrid, mind-bending whorls all around its
bulletproof-glass enclosure, which Dr. Satō claims is
proof of near-human sentience. He says it’s trying to
communicate.
Dr. Satō is, by the way, making his colleagues
increasingly nervous.
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 … especially since he keeps requesting more & more
housekeeping staff to clean the enclosure while the
Arachno-Rilla is very clearly NOT “just sleeping with
its eyes open” or “out for a walk”.
On that topic: Dr. Satō really, REALLY wants to
dose-up his next batch of critters with a few rounds of
Formula Z, which he hopes will boost the creature’s
spider-attributes (granting it Extra Limbs or a
Venomous Bite, most likely), or perhaps even unlock
some of the shark DNA he spliced into the mix when
no one was looking (potentially granting it Claws and
Fangs, Regeneration, or Water-Breathing).
Harold Zettler has expressed great interest in seeing
video footage of whatever happens.
Biohazard-Bat
(fomor bat)
Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 5,
Perception 3, Intelligence 1, Wits 2
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Stealth 2
Willpower: 2
Health Levels: OK, -1, -3, Incapacitated
Armor rating: 0 (five soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength +0 lethal, +3 aggravated
damage from Toxic Secretions [see below])
Fomori Powers: Exoskeleton, Toxic Secretions (x3)
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• Exoskeleton: a Biohazard-Bat has a hard,
gnarled, ossified carapace sporting bizarre
ivory growths, which grants it +3 Strength
and +3 Stamina (included above). The
appearance of a Biohazard-Bat is so
nightmarishly impossible that seeing it
incites the Delirium.
• Toxic Secretions: all the bodily fluids
– blood, sweat, drool, and tears – of a
Biohazard-Bat are hyper-pressurized toxic
waste, inflicting damage on anything that
comes into contact with the foul little
fucker. Any creature biting or clawing a
Biohazard-Bat is automatically splattered
with corrosive chemicals, as is anyone
else coming into physical contact with a
Biohazard Bat. These fluids, which drip
from it at all times, inflict three dice of
aggravated damage on contact with skin
(or cloth)… and, worse, they’re sticky:
a round after dealing initial damage,
the fluids deal two additional dice of
aggravated damage, and the chemicals deal
a single final die of aggravated damage the
following round before finally going inert
(each round of damage requires a new soak
roll). These chemicals are potent enough
to burn through cloth instantly, but cannot
burn through metal or concrete.
Oh. Yeah, this piece of shit.
The original intention behind the design of
the Biohazard-Bat was to augment our airborne
capabilities: dropping a swarm of these bastards out of
the sky (possibly from a helicopter) during a nighttime
raid on an eco-terrorist “caern” was, in theory,
supposed to give an assault-designation First Team an
utterly insurmountable advantage.
And yeah, they certainly make an entrance. But like
any Project Echidna fomor, they’re frustratingly slow to
gestate… and the lethal toxins coursing through them
simply aren’t powerful enough to keep a wolf-monster
down, even when they explode in a shower of sizzling
gore. Note that – due to how fragile the goddamn
things are, which they have to be to stay light-weight
enough to even vaguely fly – the “point where they
‘splode good” is usually after only a single solid, bone-
shattering smack from a nine-foot-tall wolf-headed
killing-machine named Jethro.
So, yeah. We’d love it if these things were bullet-
proof, could regenerate, and were about a thousand
time more acidic. But they’re not.
Yet.
…which, by the way, isn’t to say that the boiling
chemical fuck-stew these shits have instead of blood
won’t kill or cripple careless lab-technicians by the • Brain Lickin’: a Brain-Fetcher can temporarily
dozen. Jesus, keeping these things is a nightmare. reduce a victim’s Intelligence (or any Mental
Attribute) by touch. Touching the target
Until we can figure out to mass-produce the bastards requires a Dexterity + Athletics roll; if the
– preferably outside of a laboratory environment, the roll succeeds, the Brain-Fetcher may spend
way Flesh Packs & Freakfeet (W20 Book of the Wyrm, one point of Willpower as a free action and
pg. 132) can go viral in the wild – and unleash ‘em in roll Stamina + Primal-Urge (difficulty 6);
waves of hundreds (shit, we’d settle for dozens), this the target can resist with a Willpower roll
entire program is all but a dead end. (difficulty 6). If the victim scores fewer
successes on thier Willpower roll than the
Brain-Fetcher Brain-Fetcher, the Brain-Fetcher removes
one point from one of the victim’s Mental
(fomor mastiff) Attributes (chosen by the Brain-Fetcher). This
drain doesn’t inflict physical damage, but heals
Attributes: Strength 7, Dexterity 3, Stamina 6, at the same rate as aggravated damage; the
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3 Brain-Fetcher may choose to lick any target it
has bitten or grappled with its tongue in the
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 2, Brawl 3, Empathy same round as a free reaction (this still costs a
2, Intimidation 2, Primal-Urge 3, Stealth 2, Survival point of Willpower), but this drain heals like
(Tracking) 4 bashing damage.
• Exoskeleton: a Brain-Fetcher has a hard,
Willpower: 3 gnarled, ossified carapace sporting bizarre ivory
growths, which grants it +3 Strength and +3
Health Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated Stamina (included above). The appearance of
Armor Rating: 0 (six soak dice, total) a Brain-Fetcher is so nightmarishly impossible
that seeing it incites the Delirium.
Attack: Bite (Strength +1 lethal); claw (Strength -1 • Frog Tongue: a Brain-Fetcher can make a
bashing); tongue (Strength +0 bashing) free Dexterity + Athletics roll immediately
before its action to attack a target up to two
Fomori Powers: Brain Lickin’, Exoskeleton, Frog yards away. The Brain-Fetcher can perform all
Tongue, Regeneration standard grappling maneuvers using only its
tongue, and use of its tongue to pull a grabbed
target adds a two-dice bonus to the Brain-
Fetcher’s Strength dice-pool.
• Regeneration: a Brain-Fetcher heals one level
of bashing or lethal damage each turn. Healing
a level of aggravated damage requires a full day
and the expenditure of a Willpower point.
The Brain-Fetcher is the latest in a long line of
retrieval-designation fomor designs: in theory, this bad
hunting-hound can be assigned a single human (or
near-human) target, track its quarry across any given
terrain in nearly any set of environmental conditions,
overcome an arbitrary level of active defense in the
course of pursuit, disable the target while keeping the
designated target alive and intact, then make rendezvous
– target in tow – with Project Echidna handlers at a
designated drop-point.
On paper, the Brain-Fetcher meets all those criteria
with flying colors.
In the actual field, it tends to go fuckin’ psycho and
bring back more in the way of “shredded meat” than it
does any type of “useable assets,” especially when dosed-
up with Formula Z… but some of the next-generation
designs coming out of the Dick Meatsweats Collective,
complete with a suite of secondary mutations unlocked
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by Zettler’s secret sauce (including Extra Speed, Font
of Evil Will, Invisibility, and Wings) show a great
deal of early promise.
Eh. We’ll keep dicking around with it.
One of these days, the Brain-Fetcher is gonna wow
the whole Board of Directors by, like, retrieving a
sitting U.S. Senator or dot-com billionaire who thinks
he’s too rich & powerful to stay bought… but who’s
suddenly all-too-eager to recommit his loyalty to
Pentex, panicked smile plastered to his face and mind-
melting doggy-slobber dripping out of his hair.
Until then, it makes a hell of a bunker-buster against
entrenched eco-terrorist enclaves.

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 Snarling Beast Wreaks Havoc Thanks to Local Bleeding-Hearts
From the audio-files of Danielle May:
I’m not going to lie, recorder: this assignment feels like punishment for turning down Bob at the company
Christmas-party.
But I’m not going to let the pig bastard win.
That son of a bitch.
How dare he assign me to follow up on a bunch of six-month-old cases that’ve already been picked-over by
every last cub reporter in the Midwest looking to make a name for themselves off the weird, the macabre, the
twisted, and the outright fucked-up?
If he thinks sending me out to the boonies in – (pause) “Emerald Oaks, Indiana,” apparently – is gonna stop me,
then that balding asshole has got another thing coming.
Alright, first impressions: Emerald Oaks is a quiet town, nestled out here in the middle-of-nowhere god-
forsaken Indiana. My little decade-old Toyota isn’t exactly much to look at, but she gets some good gas-mileag …
and I’m thankful for that, considering how long the drive is.
This is a sleepy town: one that holds an annual Pinecone Fest (whatever the hell that is?) and whose crime
rate makes the town’s law enforcement – which consists of two deputies and a 65-year-old sheriff by the name of
Wilbur McClannahan – seem superfluous.
It’s the sort of place one might retire to live out their days sipping cold tea or hot cocoa, season depending, on
the front porch, and maybe take up… hell, I don’t know.
Bird-watching, possibly.
There’s nothing to suggest that this was the site of one of the most deadly & brutal wild animal attacks – state-
wide – in the last twenty years.
The Bevins were a fairly typical American family:
Jack Marshall Bevins, 39, husband and father; he held a promising position working in the research and
development sector for a prestigious Chicago-based pharmaceutical company.
Lindsey Ann Bevins, 36, wife and mother; former kindergarten teacher.
Two children: Kelsey Ann Bevins, 17, who – if the pictures of her room were any indication – enjoyed bad
indie-rock and B-Grade horror films from the 80’s.
And the lone surviving member of the Bevins family: one Kevin Arthur Bevins, age 13, who was found hiding
in the trunk of his parent’s car only after the police had made two full passes through the house. He was too
terrified to answer them when they called for him.
I stopped for lunch in a small diner – called, simply, Henriette’s – just inside the town’s borders and went over
the collection of photos from the attack.
I forget that ‘regular people’ aren’t used to the sort of graphic horror found in the kind of photos that have
become my livelihood since making reporter.
When the waitress came to refill my coffee, she gasped out loud.
In her defense, she did suppress an outright scream.
The mangled remains of Jack Bevins – his hands looking like he’d thrust them into an industrial wood chipper,
his genitals torn away, and most of the right side of his head completely gone – are enough to put even me off my
chicken & waffles… but it’s nothing compared to what happened to the others. Recalling what happened to that
family, recorder, I-I don’t know.
I think it’ll take a little more than bourbon before I can recollect that for you.
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 Pay for lunch. Find the hotel. Call Bob.
Resist the urge to tell him that I’d rather set myself on fire than sleep with him.
Tomorrow, the sheriff’s deputy is supposed to show me around the property.
---
Deputy Sherriff Pete Horner has only been on the force for the last year & a half, and already his star is well
on the rise… while Sheriff Wilbur McClannahan has found himself fallen-from-favor with the good townsfolk of
Emerald Oaks after the gruesome demise of the Bevins family.
Small-town politics being the temperamental beast that they are, it seems that ol’ Wilbur has no current plans
to run for reelection, and Pete here is already all-but-anointed as his successor: driving through town, one can
readily spot the Horner for Sherriff campaign-signs hung-up in innumerable shop-windows & seemingly sprouted
from the green grass of front lawns like ugly toadstools.
All it took was one look at him, standing there by his cruiser as I pulled up to the Rockwell-esque two story
log-home (hilarious what upper-class white people will consider a ‘cabin’) to see why.
Pete Horner played varsity football for Emerald Oaks High – possibly as a quarterback, or as a tight-end, or in
some other mind-numbingly-dull position that I don’t actually care to know anything about – before going off to
some state school somewhere, joining Tau Upsilon Phi, suffering a minor knee-injury that ended his prospects in
professional football, and graduating at the top of his class in law enforcement / justice administration.
He turned down some big-money offers in private security to move back to the old homestead: here, now, to
either care for his ailing & aged mother or to marry his high school sweetheart.
One or the other, probably.
I wasn’t paying much attention.
Pete has a distinct ‘look’ about him: broad shoulders, square jaw, dark hair, cocky smile.
He looks more like a Hollywood leading man playing a small-town deputy than any actual small-town deputy.
And his knee … well, it looks to have healed just fine.
“Awfully long drive to come to see a mess that’s already been all scrubbed clean, ma’am,” Pete says with a
playful wink, tipping his hat to me. His words were relaxed, easy – maybe even flirtatious – and followed-up with
a picture-perfect smile that was all shiny, movie-star white teeth.
I’m as unlaid as a stack of bricks, and something about Pete Horner’s warm voice makes my skin absolutely
want to crawl off back to the hotel for a long, hot shower.
One involving lye & scrub-brushes.
He’s a handsome devil with the flat, dead eyes of a shark.
“I think I just wanted an excuse to get out of the city,” I say, throwing in a little laugh… but, honestly, I’m not
sure I even cared if he believed that lie.
He smiles at me.
The house is what you’d expect.
Most of the personal effects, of course, are long gone; all that remains now is the somehow uncomfortable
emptiness of a home with no foreseeable occupancy.
The front door is gone.
Not broken down but GONE.
I question my chaperone about this, and he tells me that it’s because – for “safety reasons” – anything that
might have contained even a scrap of the dog’s DNA had been removed from the home, just in case the attack
was caused by rabies.
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 I make sure to not let-on how much bullshit I detect in that statement as I go through the door… and then
it’s the blood alone that draws my eyes: not the clean squares where photos once hung, and not the thick, musty
animal-stink that seems to linger even now.
From the photos, I know that this blood belongs to Lyndsey Anne Bevins.
I know she died right there, trying in vain to buy her daughter a precious few moments to flee.
I don’t even realize I’ve stopped breathing as I cross the threshold and enter the home.
Some invisible force makes me pause at the bottom of the stairs.
“It tore through the doors to the kid’s rooms, upstairs,” Pete says, smiling. “Big dog. This’s why I’m a cat person,
right here. One of these big mastiffs goes mad? Well, there’s not much you can do about it… especially if you’re
some vegan, pencil-neck candy-ass like Jack Bevins was. Didn’t even keep a gun in the house, can you believe
that? Plenty of book-smarts, but not a lick of common sense.”
There’s a shake of his head and maybe even a cursory attempt at empathy, sure.
But I’ve known too many fakes, liars, and frauds – simply from dating in the greater Chicago area – to not
recognize that Deputy Peter Horner doesn’t give a single flying fuck about the Bevins family.
“I guess so,” I say.
I hate the way my voice sounded in that house.
---
I returned to the hotel intent on slapping-together the sort of journalistic hack rush-job that starving writers
use to keep the lights on.
There was nothing new at the house: just blood stains on wood, scratch marks on door frames, and that awful
fucking smell.
Sheriff Wilbur McClannahan, however, had other ideas.
He met me at the hotel in a pair of old denim blue jeans and a button-down shirt that – when combined with
the pointed toes of his leather boots – somehow managed to summon-up images of an aged cowboy: one too
weathered & beaten-down by the elements, by the hard roll of years, to provide this world with even one of what
precious few fucks he had left to give.
From the fierce way his blue eyes hit me, my first impression was that he – like a dozen corrupt law-
enforcement officials before him – was there to warn me off of the story.
But that didn’t make any sense.
Certainly not when the story was already splashed across a dozen other pages, months ago, and all I intended to
do was regurgitate those pieces and show my balding asshole editor Bob that I could be just as bull-headed as he
was.
It’s not till I see him raise his hands – and spot that Sheriff McClannahan is carrying a bottle of high-end
bourbon & a pair of plastic cups – that I realize he’s come to me to talk.
“Wasn’t a dog.”
These are the first three real words I get out of the old bastard, and those only come after two of those plastic
cups full of Kentucky bourbon are already empty.
His voice has all the qualities of a gravel road: a rough, hard-worn almost-growl that, if I were still in the ‘bad
decisions’ phase of my life, I might have found sexy.
I frowned at him.
“What do you mean, ‘it wasn’t a dog’? Are you saying that someone killed the Bevins Family? That… what?
That they were murdered?”
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 I was sitting on the edge of the hotel’s bed while the sheriff took a seat by the window.
I had yet to touch my bourbon.
“I’m sayin’,” the Sheriff growled, looking me dead in the eye and raising a single eyebrow, “that it wasn’t any
dog that killed Jack Bevins and the rest of them.”
The look in his eye made my blood run cold.
“Oh, now, most certainly,” he continued, “Jack came into town on the regular: buyin’ up big ol’ bag after bag of
dog food, and sure as hell he had SOMETHING with him & his family up here… but it wasn’t any dog like I’d
ever seen. Whatever it was Jack stole from work, he should have left it there.”
Those blue eyes hit me again, and suddenly I wanted that drink of bourbon very badly.
Just the way he said it: as if my understanding about the dog – or my lack thereof – was somehow of critical
importance.
“Stole?”
This was new, and with it came the stirrings of investigative instinct.
“Try to understand,” the Sherriff said. “I saw the thing. Put four bullets in the fucking monster, and I don’t
think it even slowed down. Just looked at me, then ran off into the woods. It was too big just to be a dog, had
some sort of… shell… carapace? …whatever you want to call it.”
I rolled the cup in my hand.
He sighed, looking away. “The company that Jack worked-for, the pharmaceutical company? They sent a group
of ‘doctors’ out to make sure that nothing had been ‘contaminated’: waved a bunch of memos and court orders in
the mayor’s face, and the case was closed. But, to my understanding, Jack took the mutt from work. Guess maybe
he thought he was saving the goddamn thing.”
The good sheriff paused and dipped his hand into the breast pocket of his shirt, producing a worn and
crumpled pack of cigarettes.
A strike of a match later, and plumes of stale smoke were assaulting my already-taxed allergies.
He looked me in the eye once more. “Kelsey Bevins ain’t dead, neither.”
My eyes must have gone wide. “She’s not?”
“Not to my knowledge,” the Sherriff said. “She’s missing… and it’ll be a quite a nasty shock to the mayor’s
office if she turns up again, since his hand-picked coroner declared her legally dead several months ago. She
was staying at a friend’s house – a Miss Abigayle Whitlock, friend of hers since back in kindergarten, having
whatever teenagers have instead of sleepovers these days – on the night of the attack; officers on the scene,
myself included, counted four adult bodies spread across the house, and we figured one of them must have been
Kelsey.”
I drank my bourbon. “Four?”
“All the initial reports from the first-responders have been lost, of course – misfiled, they say – but the theory
at the time was that ‘a relative or family friend’ was visiting on the evening of the attack; later on, we deduced
that at least two adult men, identities still unknown, were in the Bevins home that night. As to their reasons for
being there? I could only speculate.”
“So,” I said, “where’s Kelsey Bevins?”
“Well… that, Miss May,” he said, “I would most surely like to know. She disappeared from the Whitlock family’s
home in the early hours of the next morning; Abigayle hasn’t said word one about where she might have gone
to. Her parents – wisely, in my estimation – gave up trying to correct the official police report regarding Kelsey’s
death after a week.”

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 “Jesus,” I muttered. “What happened to this story?”
It seemed like a reasonable question at the time.
“Buried,” he said, frowning. “Scrubbed clean. After the lawyers for the pharmaceutical company spoke with
the mayor – and with a few select members of the city council, and with someone up at the governor’s office – it
was decided from on-high that my office would turn over all associated evidence to the corporation. Bunch of
stuffed suits, the lot of them: what my pappy would have called ‘no-good-sonsabitches’. And maybe it was just my
gut, but… something didn’t sit right. So, I held onto something from Jack Bevins’ private office, down in the
basement.”
He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Miss May, I’m too old to go chasing-down leads. In fact, I think I’m gonna retire & move to New Mexico. Got
a sister out that way.”
Wilbur paused, then lifted himself from the seat just enough to dig a hand into his back pocket.
The folded piece of paper that he brought-forth and laid upon the cheap hotel table didn’t look like much,
then: wrinkled, faded, worn, and coffee-stained. God only knew where the old man had been keeping it hidden,
or how many times he’d taken it out to glance over it himself.
It took me a moment to process what I was seeing.
Addresses, with strange names written-out beside them.
Names that made no sense to me:
Wall of Mr. Grins, Murder Chimp, Corpse-King
Of course, there was also a smattering – here and there – of much-more-mundane names: real live human
people-names, and it’s with those that I aim to find my way in.
At the time, in all honesty, I half-wondered if maybe Jack Bevins just had a secret love-affair with weird,
violently-angry punk-rock bands… but the way that Sheriff McClannahan tapped the paper with a boney, pale
finger drove home to me that he – at least – was deadly serious.
The sheriff left without fanfare: thanked me for my time and wished me all the best.
It’s a long time before I could go to sleep.
I should just crumple the paper up, write my piece, and forget the whole thing ever happened; instead, I polish
off my plastic cup of bourbon and spend the night fitfully tossing in my sleep.
Bad dreams of scratching at my door.

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Carnivora Ultima Optimus Maximus
(fomor bear)
Attributes: Strength 7, Dexterity 6, Stamina 4,
Perception 5, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 5, Athletics 4, Brawl 4,
Intimidation 3, Primal-Urge 4
Willpower: 4 (9 for purposes of activating Fomori
Powers)
Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, -1, -1, -1, -3, -3, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor rating: 4 (fourteen soak dice, total)
Attack: Claw (Strength +0 lethal); bite (Strength -2
lethal)
Fomori Powers: Extra Speed, Font of Evil Will,
Freakish Speed, Mega-Dexterity
• Extra Speed: The Carnivora Ultima Optimus
Maximus can take one extra action per turn
without splitting its dice pool. This also allows
it to multiply its normal speed by 1.5:
o normal walking speed for a human is 7
yards per turn, normal walking speed
for a quadruped fomor is 14 yards per
turn, normal walking speed for the
Carnivora Ultima Optimus Maximus
is 21 yards per turn
o normal jogging speed for a human
is 13 yards per turn, normal jogging
speed for a quadruped fomor is 26 yards
per turn, normal jogging speed for the
Carnivora Ultima Optimus Maximus
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is 39 yards per turn
o normal running speed for a human
is 20 yards per turn, normal running
speed for a quadruped fomor is 40 yards
per turn, normal running speed for the
Carnivora Ultima Optimus Maximus
is 60 yards per turn
• Font of Evil Will: The Carnivora Ultima
Optimus Maximus effectively has a Willpower
of 9 (rather than 4, as normal) for purposes of
activating Fomori Powers.
• Freakish Speed: The Carnivora Ultima
Optimus Maximus adds a die to all Dexterity
dice rolls; in effect, it gains +1 to Dexterity
(already included above). At will, the fomor
may spend a point of Willpower to lose this
+1 to Dexterity until the end of its round; if it
does so, it may thereafter take an extra action
(without splitting its dice-pool) at the very
end of the round. This is treated identically
to spending a point of Rage for an additional
action (W20, pg. 266 and 288).
• Mega-Dexterity: The Carnivora Ultima
Optimus Maximus has the benefit of three
additional dots of Dexterity (already noted
above); it incites Delirium whenever it moves.
On paper, and for all tax-related purposes, the First
United Blargarian Church of Squaid the Redeemer is a
tiny – but incredibly charitable! – evangelical religious
organization whose membership stands united in faith
by a single, solitary, rock-solid, staunchly-held, and
utterly-unswerving belief: that Squaid Blargo (M20
Book of the Fallen, pg. 166) was a divinely-ordained
prophet, a holy messenger hand-selected by God the
Father Himself to deliver the literal Word-from-on-
High of the Creator Almighty.
It is, additionally, a matter of bone-deep conviction
– if the feds ever ask – to such fervent believers that
any & all derivative works based-upon (or inspired-by)
Blargo are also the literal divine word of God.
For those unfamiliar with Squaid Blargo’s alleged
“sacred texts” – such as the execrable Harem of 10,000
Screams or the nightmarishly obscene The Warm Velvet
Sheathe; or, Where We Put the Blade – this specific
claim by the church is decidedly ordinary, mundane,
commonplace, and slightly less interesting than
watching beige paint dry on an off-beige minivan in
slow-mo.
Anyone with a solid background in the more
obscure banned literature of the late-medieval-era
would, of course, surely find such a claim dubious-in-
the-extreme… as would anyone with enough dark-
web-savvy to have stumbled across any part of the
Blargoverse. Especially the fan-fiction.
…and ESPECIALLY the fan-art. Makes the skin
crawl just thinking about it. eaters-of-meat’ in utterly dog-shit dog-Latin.
In all fairness, of course, the vast majority of Can you really blame ‘em for mixin’-up a batch or
Americans have never heard of Squaid Blargo. two? And selling ‘em to Pentex? And then spending
the money on discreetly buying-up some new church-
Which is probably for the best. owned property for Discipleship “prayer retreats”?
Scratch just a little bit at the harmless, non-
denominational, vaguely-liberal, purposefully- Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express
inoffensive, Protestant-Lite surface of the First United (fomor jaguar)
Blargarian Church of Squaid the Redeemer, though…
and you’ll soon discover a vast, weird mélange of UFO Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3,
conspiracy-theories, fascist ramblings, illegal porn,
faux-Satanic ideology, and more bizarre shenanigans Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
still. This is, of course, pretty much exactly what Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Awareness 3, Brawl
one would expect from an ironic, i-troll-u-lol-based 3, Empathy 2, Intimidation 2, Stealth 4
“religion” founded by a splinter-faction of Incognito
(W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 40) to serve as a Willpower: 4
combination money-laundering-tax-dodge & in-joke.
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, -5,
…thing is, though, that there actually are a few true Incapacitated
believers –hidden very carefully under another level or
Armor rating: 0 (three soak dice, total)
two of smirking asshole-ery – scattered throughout the
ranks of the First United Blargarian Church. Attack: Bite (Strength +1 lethal); claw (Strength +1
lethal)
To be clear, they don’t believe that Squaid Blargo was
a holy messenger sent by God. Fomori Powers: Extra Limbs, Extra Speed, Phoenix
Form, Venomous Bite
After all, they don’t believe in God. Nor in any
other sort of greater or higher “benevolent spirit”.
But they do believe that he served as a messenger
for… something.
Something old, and cruel, with power and deep
knowledge of many secret things.
One and all, these believers are very scary &
dangerous people.
A few of them – all particularly bored, clever,
angry, and industrious young persons with a graduate-
level background in computer science, biochemistry,
folklore, or electrical engineering, among a number of
other, darker passions – have pooled their resources to
form the Discipleship of Blargo Transcendent.
These newest disciples are hard at work, tirelessly
& ‘round the clock, decoding the grotesque spells
& rituals – several of which, turns out, represent
actual, authentic goddamn black magic – hidden in the
foul, abhorrent pornography of Blargo’s texts … and,
interestingly, in some of the especially-profane work of
his many later “acolytes”: works from the 1700s, 1800s,
and 1900s including The Third Tongue of Baphomet,
The Abyssal Choir, and A Death of One Million Cuts.
Long story short, they found a recipe for something:
a frothing-psychotic, ravenous piranha/grizzly-bear
• Extra Limbs: The Flaming Snake-Jaguar
hybrid; a tome of erotic poetry penned by one of
Express has a shitload of limbs and gains
Blargo’s more-obsessive 1800s-era “fans” refers to the
three extra dice on all Grapple attempts.
beast as ‘the last, final, and most-perfect-of-all-possible
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 • Extra Speed: The Flaming Snake-Jaguar In point of fact, the horrible thing has been so
Express can take one extra action per turn successful that Pentex higher-ups have ordered a
without splitting its dice pool. This also dozen more units to be produced for deployment
allows it to multiply its normal speed by across urban, North American battlegrounds: if the big
1.5: kitty can nuke an entrenched dinosaur-shaman camp
o normal walking speed for a human is 7 in the middle of the jungle with a single well-timed
yards per turn, normal walking speed no-scope decapitating strike, just imagine how much
for a quadruped fomor is 14 yards per more damage it could do to a bunch of bums & winos
turn, normal walking speed for the squatting around a burn-barrel, drinkin’ hooch beneath
Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express is 21 an overpass.
yards per turn
o normal jogging speed for a human is 13 Giant Goddamn Napalm Worm
yards per turn, normal jogging speed
for a quadruped fomor is 26 yards per (fomor constrictor snake)
turn, normal jogging speed for the Attributes: Strength 6, Dexterity 2, Stamina 5,
Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express is 39
yards per turn Perception 2, Intelligence 3, Wits 2
o normal running speed for a human
is 20 yards per turn, normal running Abilities: Alertness 2, Athletics 3, Stealth 3
speed for a quadruped fomor is 40 yards Willpower: 4
per turn, normal running speed for the
Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express is 60 Health Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -5, Incapacitated
yards per turn
• Phoenix Form: The Flaming Snake- Armor rating: 1 (six soak dice, total)
Jaguar Express may spend one point of Attack: Constrict (Strength +1 bashing per turn)
Willpower and roll Stamina (difficulty 7).
On a success, it is completely immolated: or Constrict (Strength +5 lethal per turn)
the flames it exudes are considered a while Body Expansion is activated
raging chemical fire (three Health Levels
of damage; difficulty 9 to soak) and affect Fomori Powers: Body Expansion, Exoskeleton,
anyone and anything it touches. The Hazardous Breath, Hazardous Heave
effects last one turn per success on its
activation roll. Flames created by the
Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express do not harm
it, but the flames may ignite anything they
touch (including buildings or vehicles it
occupies).
• Venomous Bite: if the Flaming Snake-
Jaguar Express inflicts at least one Health
Level of damage with a bite, its foaming
mouthful of iridescent poison inflicts
Strength +2 dice of aggravated damage;
this special damage cannot be soaked.
However, any use of the Gift: Resist
Toxin (W20, pg. 174) entirely negates this
additional damage.
A product of the Gutierrez & Madison Research
Group, a bio-design studio affiliated with Rainbow
Inc., the Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express is intended
to act as an all-purpose, high-speed seek-&-destroy
engine in the ongoing War for the Amazon: a creature
capable of moving through dense, poorly lit terrain
with lightning speed, then taking-down a single high-
priority target (or several).
At this job, the Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express
succeeds admirably.
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 • Body Expansion: A Giant Goddamn Napalm
Worm can spend one point of Willpower
and roll Strength + Athletics (Difficulty
6); on a success, it triples in size (becoming
approximately thirty feet long) for one hour
or until the end of the scene, whichever
comes first. While this ability is active, the
Giant Goddamn Napalm Worm adds 10 yards
to its speed per turn; if it botches a soak roll
while this ability is active, however, its brittle
bones shatter: dealing one Health Level of
unsoakable lethal damage.
• Exoskeleton: A Giant Goddamn Napalm
Worm has a hard, gnarled, ossified carapace
sporting bizarre ivory growths, which grants it
+3 Strength and +3 Stamina (included above).
The mere appearance of a Giant Goddamn
Napalm Worm is so nightmarishly impossible
that seeing it incites the Delirium.
• Hazardous Breath & Hazardous Heave: A
Giant Goddamn Napalm Worm can vomit
a spray of corrosive, flammable toxins on
any creature within reach. This requires a
Dexterity + Brawl roll (normal modifiers
from Firearms attacks [W20, pg. 293] apply);
the base damage of this attack is only a single
Health Level of aggravated damage, plus an
additional die of aggravated damage for each
success beyond the first on the initial attack
roll, but the substance is horrifyingly caustic: it
inflicts two additional Health Levels of damage
each turn until the substance is washed off
or the subject dies. This ability can be used
once per scene per dot of Stamina the Giant
Goddamn Napalm Worm possesses (five times
per scene, by default). The fomor is always
immune to the effects of its own hazardous
breath.
The creatures produced by Operation: Rot-Walk
– a decentralized European flesh-engineering house
drawing their untraceable crypto-currency funding
from Campesi Gerontological Research – are always, in
a word… extreme.
It’s about what you expect from guys in masks who
only show up to work via web-cam, ordering robots
& underpaid interns around a “temp-lab” thrown-
together in an abandoned Soviet-era slaughterhouse
in the middle of the woods, designed to automatically
firebomb itself into oblivion after 48 hours.
ANYWAY: as a tactical asset, the Giant Goddamn
Napalm Worm is as dangerous to Pentex operatives as
it is to eco-terrorist forces: the dream of utilizing the
creature as a kind of suitcase nuke (transporting it to
the battlefront in a Styrofoam container before letting
it loose to “get large”) is as-yet unrealized.
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…mostly because the damn things don’t like being
in a box and can casually burn their way out of any
conventional shipping-device capable of being lifted &
transported by a human-passing Pentex agent.
Still: despite how dangerous they are to any First
Team unlucky enough to get saddled with deploying
one, nothing quite beats the look of horror on some
dumbass wolf-boy’s face when he gets grabbed-up by a
thirty-foot-long thrashing nightmare-penis that pukes
liquid hellfire.
Hen’i no Neko
(fomor panther)
Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 6, Stamina 3,
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Brawl 3, Empathy
2, Intimidation 2, Primal-Urge 3, Stealth 4
Willpower: 4
Health Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 0 (three soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength +1 lethal); claw (Strength +1
lethal)
Fomori Powers: Gaseous Form, Extra Limbs, Mega-
Dexterity, Shadowplay
• Gaseous Form: A Hen’i no Neko can
spend a point of Willpower to boil its body
into a gaseous state; the transformation
takes one turn, and it cannot remain
gaseous for more than a single scene.
Changing back instantly (rather than
automatically, at the end of a scene)
requires a second point of Willpower.
While in this gaseous from, a Hen’i no
Neko retains its physical integrity and
speed, even in a strong wind, and can
move wherever a cloud of vapor might
drift; it cannot be inhaled while in this
form.
• Extra Limbs: A Hen’i no Neko has a
shitload of limbs and gains an extra three
dice on all Grapple attempts.
• Mega-Dexterity: A Hen’i no Neko has
the benefit of three additional points of
Dexterity (included above). A Hen’i no
Neko incites the Delirium whenever it
moves.
• Shadowplay: A Hen’i no Neko can
manipulate shadows, pulling the world
beneath a veil of twisting darkness:
the Hen’i no Neko rolls Wits + Stealth
(difficulty 6) to activate this ability, which
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 shrouds any area the Hen’i no Neko can see
(up to about 30 yards in diameter) with
predatory gloom for one turn per success.
The Hen’i no Neko may also spend a point
of Willpower to increase this duration,
causing the shadows to last for the entire
scene. Creatures caught in the coils of this
shifting unnatural darkness must first take
an action – often forcing the victim to
split their dice-pool – to roll Perception
+ Occult (difficulty 6); a creature with
fewer successes on this roll than the Hen’i
no Neko’s activation-roll suffers a penalty
[+1 to all difficulties per success below the
Hen’i no Neko] on all rolls that rely on
sight for remainder of the round. A Hen’i
no Neko always sees effortlessly through
shadows it creates (no roll required), and
any victim with supernatural senses (such
as a Gift that increases Perception or a
vampire’s Auspex) adds one automatic
success to their roll. Each success on the
activation-roll also adds one die to rolls
involving Stealth or Intimidation made
by the Hen’i no Neko while the power is
active.
An answer to the Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express from
Japanese bio-design-house Danmakuden Dynamic, the
Hen’i no Neko is intended to serve in a more specialized
assassination-role: a monster capable of executing an
“unreachable target,” like (just for example) a guy
locked in an impenetrable vault at the very top of a
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skyscraper on a remote island in Southeast Asia.
Man, those assholes over at the Five Metal Dragons
really wanted that guy to be alive.
And boy-oh-boy, we really super-duper wanted him
dead. Lol.
Point being: in theory, the Hen’i no Neko can kill
anyone or anything, anywhere & anytime; if the target
is in a non-hermetically-sealed environment that
includes “air” – as an abstract concept – this 300-lbs.
slaughter-engine can blanket the victim (and all of his
bodyguards) in a swath of inky darkness before sliding
silently from the shadows, eviscerating its target, and
flowing back out like wind.
In actual practice, keeping this thing in a cage is a
full time job… and no, it’s not particularly good at
following orders (such as to “selectively target specific
individuals” or “not eat other Pentex assets”).
Still, though.
Work-in-progress.
Our efforts in laying-down the groundwork – the
hard part – are done.
Now it’s just time to fine-tune the machine.
…oooh. Wait wait wait. ‘Machine,’ huh?
Y’know, maybe if we add-in some cyberware parts…
King of Corpses
(fomor rat)
Attributes: Strength 1, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2,
Perception 2, Intelligence 3, Wits 2
Abilities: Alertness 2, Athletics 3, Stealth 3
Willpower: 3 (8 for purposes of activating Fomori
Powers)
Health Levels: OK, -1, -5, Incapacitated
Armor rating: 0 (two soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength +0 lethal)
Fomori Powers: Gifted Fomor: [Raise Hungry
Corpses], Greater Gifts of Malfeas, Font of Evil Will,
Twisted Gifts
• Gifted Fomor: A King of Corpses possesses the
Level 3 Gift: Raise Hungry Corpses (below).
• Greater Gifts of Malfeas: A King of Corpses
possesses the Level 3 Gift: Raise Hungry
Corpses (below). In addition, a King of
Corpses may always spend points of temporary
Willpower (in place of points of Rage or points
of Gnosis) to activate any Gift it possesses;
similarly, a King of Corpses may choose to roll
Willpower (rather than the listed Attribute
+ Ability, if any) when activating any Gift it
possesses.
• Font of Evil Will: A King of Corpses is
considered to have a Willpower of 8 (rather
than 3, as normal) for purposes of activating
Fomori Powers; however, it is still limited to
a maximum of three hungry corpses under its
Here Be Monsters
command at any given time (see below).
• Twisted Gifts: A King of Corpses possesses
the Level 3 Gift: Raise Hungry Corpses
(below).
We don’t have a firm grasp as to how – precisely – the
mad geniuses posting on dark-web message-boards as
part of Operation: Rot-Walk originally went about the
task of producing a King of Corpses.
What we do know is that the formula is old. Very old.
Magic-of-the-ancients type of old.
Apparently, the variety of Bane used to breed these
little fuckers is produced only under very specific, very
gross circumstances that – for complex reasons – are
significantly less common in the modern day than
they were way back in the way-back, when people just
threw all their garbage & sewage into a big pit on the
outskirts of the village and occasionally set fire to it
when the stink got too bad.
…oh, yeah: and we also know that the Nezumi,
a rare type of Japanese(?) were-rat super-ninja eco-
terrorist, are highly proficient at infiltrating certain
online communities, and also are very good at killing
people who delve too deeply into “rat-secrets, best left
buried”.
Dear sweet lord, that was a lot of dead morally-
questionable nerds that got mailed to us.
And in such small packages.
So, yeah. It isn’t a LOT to go on, admittedly.
But the rat’s out of the bag, now: Project Echidna
has proof-of-concept that a King of Corpses can be
produced under laboratory conditions. It’s only a
matter of time before we brute-force the how.
NEW GIFT: Raise Hungry Corpses
A King of Corpses can spend a point of Willpower,
then make a Wits + Stealth roll (difficulty 8). Each
success on this roll allows the King of Corpses to
reanimate a single dead human body within one yard,
infusing the meat with something like a mockery of
malevolent sentience; each such reanimation costs the
King of Corpses one point of temporary Willpower.
The King of Corpses may spend this Willpower even
if it has already spent Willpower during this turn.
If the King of Corpses cannot – or chooses not to –
pay the Willpower cost of raising additional hungry
corpses past a certain number, its extra successes on the
activation-roll are simply lost.
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Normally, use of this Gift to create an arbitrary number of undead servitors takes about three seconds.
However, a necromancer with time, patience, and an artistic streak (which, it should be pointed-out, very
much does not include the vermin-level-intellect, instinct-driven King of Corpses) may – while creating a new
hungry corpse – choose to spend one additional point of Willpower and one full hour reshaping a single
corpse as she desires.
When her Gift is used in this way, the necromancer gains access to 10 Freebie Points (W20 pg. 114) that
she may apply to her undead servant; the necromancer might choose, for example, to:
• increase the hungry corpse’s Appearance and Charisma by 1 apiece (allowing the corpse to pass for
a living human)
• increase its Strength by 2
• increase its Melee to 2 and its Alertness to 3
• grant it the Huge Size, Danger Sense, and Lucky Merits (W20 pg. 473; pg. 483)
…or otherwise reshape the creature’s capabilities as the necromancer sees fit.
A hungry corpse cannot gain Backgrounds, Rage, Gnosis, Willpower, or Gifts (but see below); a hungry
corpse cannot gain any Knowledge Ability (such as Academics or Law), and it cannot again any Mental or So-
cial Attribute nor Ability in excess of its creator’s Trait score: a necromancer with a Manipulation of 1 cannot
create a hungry corpse with a Manipulation of 2, for example, nor can a necromancer with a Firearms of 2
create a hungry corpse with a Firearms of 3.
This special “re-shaping” of the hungry corpse may be performed only a single time, when the hungry
corpse is created: an individual hungry corpse cannot benefit from use of this Gift more than once. If the
hungry corpse is ever destroyed and then subsequently reanimated, the necromancer may activate this Gift
again, but its effects do not stack.
The Storyteller is the final arbiter of what benefits a necromancer may and may not apply to her hungry
corpse when it is created and should veto any ability she feels is inappropriate.
This special Gift may be gained multiple times, at ever-increasing Ranks:
If this Gift is selected a second time, as a Rank 4 Gift, the necromancer may choose – during her hour
spent reshaping her servitor – to additionally insert a summoned Bane into the hungry corpse, creating a
unique undead fomor under her control. The hungry corpse gains a single Fomori Power of the necromancer’s
choice (usually Berserker, Claws & Fangs, or Exoskeleton,).
If this Gift is selected a third time, as a Rank 5 Gift, the hungry corpse gains a second Fomori Power
If this Gift is selected a fourth time, as a Rank 6 Gift, the hungry corpse gains a third Fomori Power.
A necromancer must first have ready access to a Bane that she desires to bind within her new hungry
corpse in order to make use of this Gift at higher Ranks; most necromancers therefore craft new hungry corpses
within a Pit or Nephandic Node, or make use of the Gift: Call of the Wyrm (W20, pg. 169) before beginning
the process of reshaping a new specialty-corpse.
This artform is one “school” of Baneklaive Sorcery, a shamanistic tradition currently being developed by
Wyrm-magicians under the direction of Nightmaster W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.

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Hungry Corpse
Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 2, Stamina 4,
Charisma 0, Manipulation 0, Appearance 0,
Perception 0, Intelligence 0, Wits 0
Abilities: Brawl 2
Willpower: zero (resists all attacks and effects as if it
had a Willpower rating of 10)
Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK,
OK, OK, destroyed
or OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -3, -3, -4, -4, -5, destroyed [10
Health Levels; see below]
Attack: Bite (Strength +1 lethal), punch (Strength
+0 bashing)
A hungry corpse always acts last in a turn (unless
there are mitigating circumstances), and never
attempts to dodge in combat nor perform maneuvers
more complex than “grab, hit, bite, tear”.
A hungry corpse is immune to the Delirium.
Here Be Monsters
A hungry corpse is mindless, and it isn’t a person,
but it also isn’t a philosophically value-neutral “tool”:
it is evil, in the purest sense of the term. Whatever
crude, dull little spark of magically-invoked mental
processing-power it has coiling behind its dead black
eyes will always seek to perform acts of violation and
murder: a hungry corpse, told to kill everyone in a
room, will preferentially target helpless innocents in
combat first, for example.
A hungry corpse has a die-pool of zero for purposes
of Perception + Alertness, and thus only notices
extremely blatant stimuli: in general, the sort of
in-your-face, glaringly obvious things (like gunshots,
lights turning on, or a nearby police car exploding)
that a completely average person – with Perception
2, Alertness 0 – would notice even while suffering a
-2 dice penalty on all rolls… like, for example, while
bleeding-out on the floor Wounded (or Mauled!).
A hungry corpse soaks all damage as bashing.
The dice-pool of a hungry corpse is not generally
affected by damage, as it does not feel pain, but injuries
dealt by fire, magic, and the fangs & claws of Fera are
capable of rending-apart the dark enchantments which
puppet the shambling dead: these injuries impose a
one-die penalty on all die-pools for every two Health
Levels of damage – rounded down – inflicted, as noted
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above under the second Health Level track.
A hungry corpse is incapable of healing any damage
it suffers but can be repaired by the necromancer
who crafted it simply through reactivation of the
Gift initially used to create it: overwriting the hungry
corpse’s current battle-damaged state with a fresh,
uninjured stat-block.
A hungry corpse has no mind and feels nothing
but an empty hunger to consume warm flesh; as such,
these horrors are immune to all emotion- and mind-
manipulating powers and Gifts. Unless otherwise
noted, a hungry corpse is perfectly loyal to its
creator: it cannot be usurped from the control of the
necromancer who created it.
A hungry corpse continues to decay: slowly rotting
from meaty putrescene to blood-caked bone and
creaking, leathery sinew.
A hungry corpse has no goal except to obey &
protect its necromantic master, which is usually a
King of Corpses. A King of Corpses has no goal but
to create more dead human bodies; regardless, it’s a
rotten fucking Wyrm-tainted lump of curdled rat-meat
fundamentally incapable of communicating anything
much more complex than “follow me & kill everything
that moves”.
A necromancer immediately becomes aware if a
hungry corpse she has created is destroyed, no matter
the distance between her and the rotting flesh-husk.
The necromancer may also casually dismiss the foul
energies animating any hungry corpse she has created
at any time as a reflexive action.
A necromancer may maintain a total number of
corpse-servants equal to her Willpower.
Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter
(fomor owl)
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2,
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 2, Brawl 2,
Intimidation 2, Primal-Urge 3
Willpower: 3
Health Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -5, Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 0 (two soak dice, total)
Attack: Claw (Strength +0 bashing); bite (Strength -1
lethal); lick (2 aggravated)
Fomori Powers: Screams in the Mind*, Sense the
Unnatural, Twisted Senses, Voice of the Wyrm
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• Screams in the Mind*: At will, a Lookie-
Loo Hooty-Hooter may establish full-audio
telepathic communication with a single
Wyrm-creature it can see. It may only
maintain contact with a single Wyrm-
creature it can see at any given time. An
unwilling Wyrm-creature targeted by this
effect may always end communication
at any time, at will as a free action. A
Wyrm-creature in telepathic contact
with a Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter may
always choose to become temporarily
blind: while doing so, the targeted Wyrm-
creature instead sees through the eyes of
the Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter (as well as
hearing though its ears).
• Sense the Unnatural: At will, a Lookie-
Loo Hooty-Hooter may roll Perception
+ Primal-Urge (difficulty 6) to sense the
presence of supernatural entities (such as
Garou, fellow fomori, vampires, mages,
and spirits) within 20 yards. An additional
roll of Intelligence + Enigmas (difficulty
6) may be required to identify the specific
variety of supernatural creature; a creature
in telepathic communication with the
Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter also may make
this roll (at +1 difficulty). Once it has the
“scent” of a creature, a Lookie-Loo Hooty-
Hooter may thereafter hunt the unnatural
entity as normal, via the Tracking (W20,
pg. 284) and Shadowing (W20, pg. 274)
rules. Possession of the Scent of Running
Water Gift (W20, pg. 161) completely
negates use of this power.
• Twisted Senses: A Lookie-Loo Hooty-
 Hooter is able to peer across the Gauntlet. Is it the biggliest and flashiest gene-modded monster
To do so, the Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter on the market? Certainly not.
expends a point of Willpower and rolls
Perception + Primal-Urge against the But our in-house analysis shows that a First Team
appropriate difficulty for “peeking” (the equipped with one of these bad birds in their loadout
difficulty is usually the local Gauntlet- has a significantly higher chance of achieving their
rating when peeking from the physical mission-objective… or even of coming back alive!
world, or the Gauntlet-rating +3 when
peeking from the Umbra). While this Mean Lil’ Bundle of “Fuck You”
power is active, a Lookie-Loo Hooty- (fomor domestic cat)
Hooter can also identify Garou (and other
Fera) in any of their forms: a Fera outside Attributes: Strength 5, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3,
of Crinos form appears to have the outline
of her Crinos form surrounding her. A Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter also identifies Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics (Climbing) 4, Brawl
Wyrm-creatures on sight (no activation- 2, Empathy 3, Intimidation 1, Primal-Urge 2, Stealth 4
roll, Willpower-expenditure, or need
to declare intent required) regardless of Willpower: 3
any deceptions employed by the Wyrm-
creature. When using this ability, the eyes Health Levels: OK, -1, -2, -5, Incapacitated
of the Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter take on Armor Rating: 0 (three soak dice, total)
an unnatural glow.
• Voice of the Wyrm: the tongue of a Attack: Bite (Strength +0 bashing); claw (Strength +0
Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter is long & lethal); rake (Strength +1 lethal)
serpentine, allowing it to speak the vile
languages of the Wyrm rarely uttered Fomori Powers: Phoenix Form, Unnatural Strength,
outside Malfeas. When this ability is Venomous Bite, Wyrmish Glamour
used, all creatures within hearing-range
(except Wyrm-creatures) must attempt a
Willpower roll (difficulty 8); on a failed
roll, each victim loses half of her current
temporary Gnosis points. This power can
only be used successfully on a given victim
once per encounter, although multiple
attempts can be made. The tongue of a
Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter can also be used
as a weapon (included above).
Finally, a success story!
A variant on the “canary in a coal mine” concept,
developed by Chicago-based design-studio Jetpacks &
Sugar-Bombs LTD. (a division of NikNak Computing),
the Lookie-Loo Hooty-Hooter is an invaluable early-
alert system bio-engineered explicitly for use by First
Teams: eco-terrorist shapeshifters capable of limited • Phoenix Form: A Mean Lil’ Bundle
four-dimensional movement between real-space & a of “Fuck You” may spend one point of
sort of higher-conceptual “dream-realm” cost Pentex Willpower and roll Stamina (difficulty 7).
tens of thousands of dollars a year in lost revenue, On a success, it is completely immolated:
equipment, and personnel. the flames it exudes are considered a
raging chemical fire (three Health Levels
Well… no more! of damage; difficulty 9 to soak) and affect
Through utilization of this living psychoactive anyone and anything it touches. The
equipment, a First Team can scan the so-called dream- effects last one turn per success on the
realm for incoming dangers while also identifying fomor’s activation roll. Flames created by
human-passing eco-terrorists and shutting down enemy the Mean Lil’ Bundle of “Fuck You” do
“spell-casters” with mana-suck. not harm it, but the flames may ignite
anything they touch (including buildings
& vehicles it occupies).
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 • Unnatural Strength: A Mean Lil’ Bundle Mr. Grins, the Sphere that Knows Only
of “Fuck You” is a grotesque mass of
bulging, skin-shredding musculature that Hunger
incites Delirium in mundane witnesses: (fomor lion)
it adds four dots to its Strength Attribute
(included above). If a Mean Lil’ Bundle Attributes: Strength 8, Dexterity 4, Stamina 7,
of “Fuck You” attempts a roll on the Feats
of Strength table (W20 pg. 270-271), Perception 4, Intelligence 3, Wits 3
it goes on a berserk rampage for a full Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Brawl 3, Empathy
scene immediately after the feat has been 3, Intimidation 5, Primal-Urge 2, Stealth 3
achieved.
• Venomous Bite: If a Mean Lil’ Bundle Willpower: 4 (9 for purposes of activating Fomori
of “Fuck You” inflicts at least one Health Powers)
Level of damage with a bite, its foaming
mouthful of iridescent poison inflicts Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, -5,
Strength +2 dice of aggravated damage; Incapacitated
this special damage cannot be soaked.
Armor Rating: 1 (eight soak dice, total)
However, any use of the Gift: Resist
Toxin (W20, pg. 174) entirely negates this Attack: Bite (Strength +2 lethal); claw (Strength +1
additional damage. lethal)
• Wyrmish Glamour: At will a Mean Lil’
Bundle of “Fuck You” can choose to appear Fomori Powers: Exoskeleton, Coils of Malfeas*, Font
to the human eye as a completely normal of Evil Will*, Shitstorm*
housecat; this illusion is confirmed by
cameras & mundane recording equipment
of all types, but is otherwise relatively
weak: it cannot fool the senses of any
creature immune to the Delirium (no roll
required). In addition, use of any fomori
ability by the Mean Lil’ Bundle of “Fuck
You” shatters the illusion instantly.
An innovative spin on the Flaming Snake-Jaguar
Express, designed by the Dick Meatsweats Collective
for use in covert infiltration and extraction missions,
the Mean Lil’ Bundle of “Fuck You” consolidates the
killing-power of its larger cousin into a much smaller
package: trading-out speed and power for the very
sneakiest of sneaky-time camouflage.
Perfectly at home in the urban, suburban, and
exurban jungle – where sixty-two percent of the U.S.
population lives, despite covering only three-point-
five percent of the nation’s land-area – the Mean Lil’
Bundle of “Fuck You” is the ultimate ace-in-the-hole
hidden weapon for a retrieval-designation First Team • Exoskeleton: Mr. Grins, the Sphere that
operating in hostile or high-surveillance territory: it Knows Only Hunger, has a hard, gnarled,
hits like a hulking battle-ready combat-fomor and ossified carapace sporting bizarre ivory growths,
burns like a torched industrial cleaning-chemical which grants him +3 Strength and +3 Stamina
plant, but it appears (to the naked eye) like just a tiny, (included above). The mere appearance of
mewing, precious baby ball of kitten-fluff. Mr. Grins is so nightmarishly impossible that
seeing him incites the Delirium.
Too bad that breeding these little horrible pieces of • Coils of Malfeas*: Mr. Grins, the Sphere that
shit is so expensive, partially due to how many lab- Knows Only Hunger, may spend one point
techs they kill annually. of Willpower as a free action to activate this
ability for the remainder of the scene or for
one hour, whichever comes first; no roll or
action is required to activate this ability. While
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 this ability is active, Mr. Grins may manipulate
objects using a power similar to telekinesis,
except that his gifts can only affect matter that
is desecrated, defiled, rotting, corroded, cursed,
on-fire, or otherwise tainted; in general, this
must be something that the average human
would recoil from touching. This ability
can only affect matter within a number of
yards equal to the 5x the current temporary
Willpower of Mr. Grins. This ability moves
objects as if with a Strength and Dexterity
each equal to his current temporary Willpower.
This ability cannot affect animate creatures
– other than Mr. Grins – directly: Mr. Grins
cannot throw another fomor or Wyrm-creature
using this ability, though he can use it to fly.
In addition, Mr. Grins may puppet a corpse,
giving it a semblance of life, or animate a spray
of burning, blood-slick wreckage into a “filth
elemental” or “atrocity golem” if he possesses a
temporary Willpower of 4 or higher: a creature
constructed in this way possesses a Strength,
Dexterity, Stamina, and number of Health
Levels each equal to (his temporary Willpower
-3).
• Font of Evil Will*: Mr. Grins, the Sphere that
Knows Only Hunger, is considered to have a
Willpower of 9 (rather than 4, as normal) for
purposes of activating Fomori Powers.
• Shitstorm*: While Mr. Grins is using the
Coils of Malfeas Fomori Power, above, he may
spend one more point of Willpower as a free
action to additionally lift all objects weighing
up to 100 lbs. in his immediate vicinity
(within 10 yards) that could be manipulated
by use of that Fomori Power. Larger objects in
the area that could be manipulated are ripped-
apart when this ability is activated: a 300-lbs.
corpse might be torn into four 50-lbs. slabs,
three 25-lbs. chunks, and a crimson spray of
smaller “bits,” for example. All objects lifted
into the air in this way begin whipping around
Mr. Grins in a tight, horrifying tornado of
gore & filth. Mr. Grins is never harmed by the
quick orbit of these unsavory objects; however,
any creature within 10 yards of Mr. Grins
while this ability is active suffers a -2 dice
penalty on all dice pools and suffers one level
of bashing damage each turn.
Okay, so this one is a genuine win from Danmakuden
Dynamic.
As a massive “centerpiece” monster, the basic Mr.
Grins chassis has all the deadly killing-power of an
apex predator hunting-cat while also boasting more
ability to manipulate the battlefield than nearly any
other monster produced by Echidna. This one’s a
knock-out.
…the only flaw in the design is that everyone and
everything that sees Mr. Grins immediately tries to kill
it, literally as quickly as possible.
Oh, and also? Turns out that lions are surprisingly
expensive to experiment-on.
But the next generation of these biteful, spiteful
death-balls is being re-designed from the ground up
to incorporate Formula Z: giving them a significantly
increased “battery” of juice to draw their power
from, and hopefully keeping them alive – via the
Regeneration Fomori Power – just a little bit longer.

Lab Explosion Kills 30, Authorities Not Ruling Out Eco-Terrorism

From the audio-files of Danielle May:
North Mississippi State Hospital, Tupelo, Mississippi
The man in the hospital bed no longer looks like a man.
The form is too small, lacking bits of vital mass beneath the blue cheap cotton of the hospital sheet; the mind takes
a single awful extra second to process the fact that he is missing all his limbs save for a single arm. He looks like some pitiful
mockery that has been interwoven with all manner of tubes and apparatuses: machines track his heart beat, his meals are
liquefied so that the ruined hole which might pass for a mouth may consume, his dignity has been stripped & replaced with a
colostomy bag.
The most disturbing thing, of course, is not that which is ruined but that which somehow – impossibly – remains
untouched: a single blue eye tracks my movement, hideously aware of both my presence and of the owner’s own hellish
conditions.
There was no family to stand vigil for him as he weathered the initial pain of his recovery, and there are none now to
congratulate him on emerging from the clutches of his own demise, alive at least if not fully intact. This in itself isn’t entirely
unusual: many people don’t have families.
Hell, I myself barely have one to speak of.
Unfortunately, that is not this man’s case: he has a son – who works as a mechanic and lives in the Smiling Acres
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trailer park just outside of Tupelo proper – who is now vacationing in the Bahamas.
The man in the bed is Doctor Arthur Edward Fields.
He has not spoken a single word in the eighteen months he’s spent in recovery.
And he is the second name on my list.
[The following is the audio-file of our interview]
Danielle May: Doctor Fields? My name is Danielle May; I’m a reporter with the Weekly Star. I spoke to your son on the phone:
he asked me to pass on his regards from the Bahamas and gave me permission to ask if you’d be willing to answer a few of my
questions.
Arthur Fields:
Danielle May: He didn’t seem too broken up about you, to be honest. Must have been one hell of a settlement after that
accident.
Arthur Fields: *wet, phlegm-laden wheezing*
Arthur Fields: lawyers
Danielle May: Sir?
Arthur Fields: Lawyers. Lawyers call it ‘green salve’. The money. Cures… cure anything. Greedy little …ungrateful shit …took the
money and left me here to ...to rot. *coughing continues*
Danielle May: Please, sir? Don’t get too excited; I just have a few simple questions.
Arthur Fields: Thought it was a …just an animal. Uglier, and stronger, but …but we didn’t know. No, we didn’t know. No, it… it
plotted. It waited… We didn’t know!
*the once-steady track of his heartbeat has begun to dance much more rapidly*
Danielle May: What animal, Dr. Fields?
Arthur Fields: Not a goddamn animal! All that glass in the labs… just… shattered it all. Those people… they were the lucky
ones.
Danielle May: Sir? You- that doesn’t make any sense.
Arthur Fields: That’s what I’m telling you. It wasn’t an animal; it was something else. Something that smiles… and those first
victims? They were the lucky ones… the rest of us saw what it did with them. Bringing them back, like sick puppets? The things
it made them do…
Danielle May: How did it? Sir, during the court case, your son initially said that – ah, the quote was “something was shipped to
your facility,” unquote, before recusing himself from the case. Weren’t there any …safety protocols, sir? A contingency plan?
Arthur Fields: The bombs don’t always work.
Danielle May: Bombs?
Arthur Fields: They tell us …tell us that the bombs work, but we tried …It just didn’t detonate. The new formula, maybe. Gave
it control. I tried…
*wheezing, wet and horrid, finally breaks into fits of coughing*
Danielle May: Sir? What is this about bombs?
Arthur Fields: Cranial explosives - they’re meant as a last… last… resort. Implanted upon creation. At the creation of the beast.
Danielle May: Sir? Doctor? Are you saying there are companies out there making these… things? That it wasn’t an explosion
that destroyed your lab?
Arthur Fields: It grinned...
Nurse: [entering room] Excuse me, miss? We’ve just received a call from Mr. Fields’ family. They’ve asked us to remove you
from the room.
Danielle May: What? I’m sorry, I just got permission this morning. Are you kidding me?
Nurse: You’ll have to come with me, ma’am. My sincere apologies. Please don’t make me call security.

*CLICK*
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Murder-Fuck-Icorn (AKA “Neo-
Aughisky”)
(fomor horse)
Attributes: Strength: 8, Dexterity 2, Stamina 7,
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 2
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Brawl 1, Empathy 2
Willpower: 2
Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, OK, -1, -3, -3, -3, -5, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 1 (eight soak dice, total)
Attack: Chainsaw Horn (see below); trample
(Strength +1 bashing); bite (Strength -2 lethal)
Fomori Powers: Colony Powers (Chainsaw Horn,
Exoskeleton, No Organs), Dispersion, Extra Speed,
Regeneration
• Dispersion: A Murder-Fuck-Icorn may spend
• Colony Powers: A Murder-Fuck-Icorn has
Colony Powers, much like a Hollow Man
fomor (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 134-134;
see below). Whenever it chooses to utilize any
of its Colony Powers (or the Dispersion fomori
power, below), a Murder-Fucki-Icorn incites
Delirium in all mundane witnesses who behold
its grotesque, worm-swarm nature.
o Chainsaw Horn: a hideous biomechanical
living chainsaw erupts from the forehead
of the Murder-Fuck-Icorn. An attack with
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this “horn” deals (Strength +2) aggravated;
the horn may be used twice in a single
turn (the Murder-Fuck-Icorn does not need
to split its dice pool to make these two
attacks). Alternatively, the Murder-Fuck-
Icorn can charge an opponent to strike for
more damage (Strength +5 aggravated),
but making this attack requires at least ten
feet of running-distance first, and no other
attacks are possible in the same round.
o Exoskeleton: A Murder-Fuck-Icorn is –
effectively – a solid ton of gnarled, ossified
horse-shaped living bone-&-leather
platemail filled with three hundred pounds
of worms, which grants it +3 Strength and
+3 Stamina (included above).
o No Organs: Firearm attacks against a
Murder-Fuck-Icorn deal bashing damage
(rather than lethal damage) and all
bashing damage dealt to a Murder-Fuck-
Icorn is halved, rounded down, before its
soak. A Murder-Fuck-Icorn isn’t really
harmed by bullets because… well, bullets
can’t really do much to a Murder-Fuck-
Icorn except splinter its easily-repaired
heavy-plate: the worms that compose its
“meat” aren’t subject to organ rupture,
organ failure, internal bleeding, muscle
damage, severed tendons, broken bones,
nerve damage, or any of another dozen
horrible things a gunshot wound can
inflict on a normal horse.
a point of Willpower to evacuate the entire
constituency of its worm-swarm from its body,
leaving behind only a wet, leathery “suit”
of pale, empty armor. A Murder-Fuck-Icorn
automatically uses this power if reduced to
Incapacitated, with no action or expenditure
of Willpower required. While its swarm is free,
a Murder-Fuck-Icorn mentally controls the
writhing three-hundred-pound mass of worms,
which has the following attributes: Strength
1, Dexterity 4, Stamina 2, Stealth 5, and 7
Health Levels (suffers no wound penalties
until totally destroyed). This mass is immune
to most kinetic damage (including firearms,
falling damage, most melee weapons, and
most natural weapons) but is not immune to
fire, electricity, or magic… and is especially
vulnerable to area-of-effect attacks including
the Cutting Wind and Invoke the Spirits of
the Storm Gifts (W20, pg. 200-201) and, for
example, grenades. A Murder-Fuck-Icorn may
remain in this form for any length of time; it
must thereafter spend one point of Willpower
to force the mass of worms back into its greasy
husk to reanimate its body (although doing
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 so heals one Health Level of damage of any
kind).
• Extra Speed: A Murder-Fuck-Icorn can take
one extra action per turn without splitting its
dice pool. This also allows it to multiply its
normal speed by 1.5:
o normal walking speed for a human is 7
yards per turn, normal walking speed for
a quadruped fomor is 14 yards per turn,
normal walking speed for a Murder-Fuck-
Icorn is 21 yards per turn
o normal jogging speed for a human is 13
yards per turn, normal jogging speed for
a quadruped fomor is 26 yards per turn,
normal jogging speed for a Murder-Fuck-
Icorn is 39 yards per turn
o normal running speed for a human is 20
yards per turn, normal running speed for
a quadruped fomor is 40 yards per turn,
normal running speed for a Murder-Fuck-
Icorn is 60 yards per turn
• Regeneration: A Murder-Fuck-Icorn heals
one Health Level of bashing or lethal damage
each turn as long as there are sufficient worms
within its immediate vicinity to absorb; these
worms are added directly to its biomass,
mending its splintered armor & replenishing
the swarm of gross, writhing invertebrates that
have replaced its internal organs, musculature,
soft tissues, and skeletal system. Healing a
level of aggravated damage requires a full day
of total immersion in a pool of worms and the
expenditure of a Willpower point.
HOLLOW MEN, 20TH ANNIVERSARY
EDITION
W20: Book of the Wyrm does not include de-
tailed a write-up for the Dispersion Fomori Power;
as such, the text of this ability is adapted from Freak
Legion: A Player’s Guide to Fomori (1995, 1999),
pgs. 37, 41, 59-61, and 106-107.
Once upon a time, glorious Black Spiral Dancers
rode the fabled Aughisky to war against the Gaian
camps: astride these Bane-infused stallions, the greatest
of their berserkers were unstoppable killing-machines,
cutting swathes of gore through cubs & kinfolk
peasantry alike.
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Times change, and the shape of warfare shifts
eternal.
Enter, then, today – at the bright and terrible dawn
of the third millennium, and of the final battle – the
powerful, all-new Neo-Aughisky: a warhorse of the
Wyrm, redesigned & reimagined for the modern era!
Combining the elegant, swarm-based efficiency of
the Hollow Men fomori breed – one of the eldest of
the Wyrm’s servitor races – with the majestic frame of
a fallen Bygone, this is a steed worthy of only the most
terrible and potent of the Corruptor’s minions.
NOTE: the Murder-Fuck-Icorn cannot be
ridden. It will kill you. Also, do not look
directly at the Murder-Fuck-Icorn. It will kill
you. Also, do not attempt to befriend, tame, or
otherwise “handle” the Murder-Fuck-Icorn in
any way. It will – our lawyers insist we tell you
this – kill you very much dead, until you are
very entirely murdered, at which point it will
hump your corpse into paste.
As nightmarish as these things are, plans are
currently afoot to dose a few of them up with Formula
Z. We’re kinda hoping to unlock the Wings Fomori
Power, to be honest… but at this point, we’re just
throwing more gasoline on the fire for shits & giggles.
Nuclear Underworld Motherfucker
Dragon
(fomor alligator)
Attributes: Strength 6, Dexterity 3, Stamina 6,
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 2, Brawl 3, Stealth 3
Willpower: 5
Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, -1, -1, -1, -2, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 1 (seven soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength +1 lethal); tail slap (Strength
+0 lethal)
Fomori Powers: Fiery Discharge, Phoenix Form,
Regeneration, Wings
• Fiery Discharge: A Nuclear Underworld
Motherfucker Dragon may spit a gout
of flaming, radioactive bile at will; an
attack of this type requires a Wits +
Athletics roll, and normal modifiers from
Firearms attacks (W20, pg. 293) apply.
This attack can be made once every other
round. The base damage of this attack
is 5, and each success on its attack roll
 not only increases a Nuclear Underworld while its wings are active, is only 3 yards/
Motherfucker Dragon’s chance to hit, turn, and it can push to a max of 4 yards /
but also defines the range of the attack in turn.
yards/meters. Damage from these infected,
irradiated biohazardous napalm-secretions Once again, give it up to the clever boys at
is aggravated, but is reduced to lethal if Operation: Rot-Walk for taking an insane, dangerous
the target possesses the Gift: Resist Toxin idea and just running with it.
(W20, pg. 174). Inspired in equal parts by Jörmungandr, by Hitler’s
• Phoenix Form: A Nuclear Underworld pet alligator Saturn, and by the Zmei (WtA: Rage
Motherfucker Dragon may spend one Across Russia, pg. 84-89), the Nuclear Underworld
point of Willpower and roll Stamina Motherfucker Dragon is a powerhouse, very nearly
(difficulty 7). On a success, it is completely worth its sheer weight in collateral damage when it
immolated: the flames it exudes are drops onto the field.
considered a raging chemical fire (three
Health Levels of damage; difficulty 9 to In terms of flaming radioactive reptilian tonnage,
soak) and affect anyone and anything that’s a LOT.
it touches. The effects last one turn per
success on its activation roll. Flames Dosing one of these puppies up with Formula Z is
created by a Nuclear Underworld probably a terrible idea.
Motherfucker Dragon do not harm it,
…yeah. We’re gonna do it anyway.
but they may ignite
anything they touch
(including buildings or
vehicles occupied by the
Nuclear Underworld
Motherfucker Dragon).
• Regeneration: A
Nuclear Underworld
Motherfucker Dragon
heals one level of
bashing or lethal damage
each turn. Healing
a level of aggravated
damage requires a full
day and the expenditure
of a Willpower point.
• Wings: A Nuclear
Underworld
Motherfucker Dragon
can unfurl horrid,
unnatural wings:
while these wings are
extended, it may fly at
twice normal human
jogging speed (26 yards
/ turn). With effort, a
Nuclear Underworld
Motherfucker Dragon
can push its speed:
adding double its
Dexterity score to
its flight-velocity in
yards/turn for one
round; this requires a
point of Willpower. A
Nuclear Underworld
Motherfucker Dragon’s
vertical movement,
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Particularly-Diseased Pigeon
(fomor pigeon)
Attributes: Strength 1, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2,
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 2
Willpower: 1 (6 for purposes of activating Fomori
Powers)
Health Levels: OK, -1, -5, Dead
Armor Rating: 0 (two soak dice, total)
Attack: Harassment (-1 die on all target’s dice pools
while being harassed)
Fomori Powers: Font of Evil Will*, Infectious Touch,
Noxious Miasma, Poisonous Tumors
• Noxious Miasma: A Particularly-Diseased
• Poison Tumors: A Particularly-Diseased
• Font of Evil Will*: A Particularly-Diseased
Pigeon is considered to have a Willpower of
6 (rather than 1, as normal) for purposes of
activating Fomori Powers.
• Infectious Touch: A Particularly-Diseased
Pigeon can infect a victim with sickness
through touch; this requires flesh-to-flesh
contact, and the Particularly-Diseased
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Pigeon must succeed at a Dexterity +
Athletics roll; the victim can attempt to
dodge (but not parry or block) such an
attack (also using Dexterity + Athletics). A
Particularly-Diseased Pigeon only needs one
success to infect a victim: the Particularly-
Diseased Pigeon then expends one point of
Willpower. The victim can then resist the
infection by rolling Stamina + 3 (difficulty
8). The victim takes six Health Levels of
aggravated damage, reduced by one Health
Level per success on the resistance roll.
The damage heals at the rate of one Health
Level per week. Mystical healing (such as
Mother’s Touch or even Resist Toxin) can
remove the immediate damage; however,
the victim will feel miserable for a week for
each level of damage inflicted. During this
time, the victim takes a two-die penalty to
all physical actions. A victim cannot be
affected by more than one use of Infectious
Touch at a time.
Pigeon can waft a noxious cloud of toxic
spores at will, affecting all creatures within
one yard. Using this ability requires a
Dexterity + Athletics roll (difficulty 8); a
single roll is made against all victims within
range simultaneously. Each victim within
range can oppose this roll with Stamina
+ Primal-Urge (difficulty 8). For each
success by which the Particularly-Diseased
Pigeon’s roll exceeds the victim’s, a victim
is immobilized for one round (although
expending a point of Willpower negates
this effect for a round) due to coughing,
wheezing, tearing up at the eyes, and
gagging. Victims are immobilized and
incapacitated, although they can defend
themselves normally.
Pigeon is covered in noxious tumors that
ooze a poisonous pus. When a Particularly-
Diseased Pigeon is hit by an attack (even if
the attack doesn’t deal damage), the tumors
splatter everyone within reach. Victims
within a yard must immediately attempt
to soak three dice of lethal damage (or five
dice if the Particularly-Diseased Pigeon is
bitten). If a Particularly-Diseased Pigeon is
attacked with a melee weapon, the attacker
can attempt a Dexterity roll (difficulty 6)
to avoid the splatter and the need for a
soak roll. Anyone attacking from a distance
with a firearm is safe, of course, but a
Particularly-Diseased Pigeon hit with bullets
will still splatter pus on anyone within one
yard, whether friend or foe.
 Intended to serve as an urban “suppression-system”
– acting as an aide to hazmat-suited Pentex forces
during street-to-street fights with Glass Walkers and
Bone Gnawers – the Particularly-Diseased Pigeon
is a product of Jetpacks & Sugar-Bombs LTD: their
signature design.
Unfortunately, the Particularly-Diseased Pigeon – in
combat – suffers from most of the same limitations
as the above-mentioned Biohazard-Bat: although
they can be bred more quickly in captivity, the little
avian bastards still aren’t nearly resilient enough to
withstand multiple hits from a Garou opponent.
Worse, their intended targets (especially the fucking
Bone Gnawers) are annoyingly resistant to the most
deleterious effects the Particularly-Diseased Pigeon
can produce: as a shock-troop unit employed to “rain
fire” on a pack of eco-terrorists, they notoriously
underperform the promised metrics.
Of course, since the former CEO of Jetpacks &
Sugar-Bombs was sliced-up and fed to his senior design
team last quarter, the next round of these oozing little
shits should be MUCH more dangerous.
Pit of Infinite Chihuahuas
(fomor Chihuahua)
Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 5,
Perception 3, Intelligence 1, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Empathy 2, Stealth
2 meaty, blood-splattered dogshit when
Willpower: 3 (8 for purposes of activating Fomori
Powers)
Health Levels: OK, -1, -5, Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 0 (five soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength +1 lethal)
Fomori Power: Exoskeleton, Font of Evil Will*,
Vomit Chihuahuas, Wyrmish Glamour
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• Exoskeleton: A Pit of Infinite Chihuahuas
has a hard, gnarled, ossified carapace sporting
bizarre ivory growths, which grants it +3
Strength and +3 Stamina (included above).
The appearance of a Pit of Infinite Chihuahuas
is so nightmarishly impossible that seeing it
incites the Delirium.
• Font of Evil Will*: A Pit of Infinite
Chihuahuas is considered to have a Willpower
of 8 (rather than 3, as normal) for purposes of
activating Fomori Powers.
• Vomit Chihuahuas: A Pit of Infinite
Chihuahuas can spend one point of Willpower
and roll Stamina + Athletics (difficulty
8); on a success, it vomits-out a grotesque
& emaciated 100 pound, greyhound-sized
exoskeleton-clad mega-Chihuahua in a
cascade of maggots, rotting meat, and dog-shit.
This hideous thing has the following statistics:
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 4, Stamina 3,
Perception 4, Intelligence 1, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 2, Athletics 1, Brawl 3, Stealth 2
Willpower: 3
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, destroyed
Attack: Strength +1 bite (lethal)
A mega-Chihuahua created in this way
crumbles to a smear of chitin and rotten,
destroyed: no creature would ever mistake a
“pooch” vomited-up in this way for a natural
creature. This creature serves the Pit of Infinite
Chihuahuas in all ways for one hour or until
the end of the scene, whichever comes first;
after this time, it collapses in on itself in a
spray of blood as normal. For each additional
success on its activation roll, a Pit of Infinite
Chihuahuas vomits-up one additional mega-
Chihuahua.
• Wyrmish Glamour: A Pit of Infinite
Chihuahuas can choose to appear to the
human eye as a completely normal Chihuahua
at-will; this illusion is confirmed by cameras
& recording equipment of all types, but is
otherwise relatively weak: it cannot fool
the senses of any creature immune to the
Delirium (no roll required). In addition, use
of any fomori ability by the Pit of Infinite
Chihuahuas shatters the illusion instantly.
Okay, so this one is a real show-stopper.
Built as a canine answer to the Mean Lil’ Bundle of
“Fuck You” – a true cornerstone of unconventional
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postmodern suburban warfare, or at least it will be
once we get some of the kinks ironed-out – this is
an asset with unsurpassed deep-strike potential: a
single human-passing Pentex field operative with a
large purse can (in theory) deliver & deploy a nearly-
unlimited number of disposable kill-agents as casually
as flipping a switch: vast swarms of mega-Chihuahuas
pile into the combat-zone in a frenzy of rotting teeth
& chitinous claws, then evaporate into nothing more
than messy smears when the job is done.
On paper, any high-end shopping center or country
club where a wealthy woman might carry a tiny dog
is a mere push-of-a-button away from being the next
smoking-crater victory-zone for the Wyrm.
…in practice, these vicious little shits are infamous
for going “off-script” without the slightest warning:
snipping off the fingers of their handlers and then
bolting in blind panic the exact moment something
even moderately threatening approaches them, yipping
like hell the whole time while spraying piss & giant
mutant servitors in every direction.
Plans to inject a few of ‘em with Formula Z and then
airdrop the results (with or without parachutes) onto a
suspected Gaian caern-enclave are being fast-tracked
to Sub-Division Director Francesco’s desk as we speak,
and not a moment too goddamn soon.
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Psycho-Murder Chimp
(fomor chimpanzee)
Attributes: Strength 8, Dexterity 4, Stamina 3,
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Acrobatics 3, Alertness 3, Athletics
(Climbing) 4, Brawl 2, Empathy 1, Intimidation 2
Rage: 5
Willpower: 3
Health Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 0 (three soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength + 1 lethal); claw (Strength +0
lethal)
Fomori Powers: Berserker, Numbing, Regeneration,
Unnatural Strength
• Berserker: A psycho-murder chimp has a
Rage pool of 5 and may use Rage exactly
as if it were Garou (W20, pg. 144-145),
including to remain active after falling
below Incapacitated. Psycho-murder
chimps are also vulnerable to frenzy (W20,
pg. 261-262).
• Numbing: A psycho-murder chimp may,
at any time, spend one point of Willpower
and roll Stamina (difficulty 6). On a
success, it suffers no wound penalties and
has three extra Health Levels until the
end of the scene. When this power wears
off, these extra Health Levels disappear;
if it is below Incapacitated at this time, it
dies: dissolving completely into an ooze
of sizzling muscle, bubbling viscera, and
steaming bone.
• Regeneration: A psycho-murder chimp
heals one level of bashing or lethal damage
each turn. Healing a level of aggravated
damage requires a full day and the
expenditure of a Willpower point.
• Unnatural Strength: A psycho-murder
chimp is a grotesque mass of bulging,
skin-shredding musculature that incites
Delirium in mundane witnesses: it
adds four dots to its Strength Attribute
(included above). If a psycho-murder
chimp attempts a roll on the Feats of
Strength table (W20 pg. 270-271), it goes
on a berserk rampage for a full scene after
the feat has been achieved.
The Psycho-Murder Chimp is Echidna’s answer to
the sad discontinuation of the olde-skool “Take One”
Gorehound of Slaughterhouse Video sleezoid-cinema
fame: a full six-foot-eight, four-hundred & fifty pounds
of solid, homicidal, teenager-killin’ masked slab-muscle
compacted into a mere four-foot-ten, one-hundred-&-
twenty-pound ball of screeching hate.
When it comes to delivering hardcore slasher-horror
direct to your door, nobody gives it to you – hard, fast,
and deep – quite like Echidna!
… now, okay, sure: Pentex may not exactly need
another wildly-uncontrollable ‘roided-out berserker
psychopath model for use in combat. And sure, these
bloodthirsty bastards are a handful even at the best of
times. Five little monkeys, jumping on the bed, plus
they all have super-strength and rage-issues and don’t
feel pain until they’ve killed everything within a half-
mile with their bare hands.
But if you can get ‘em pointed in the right direction?
Ugh. Yeah … sweet Jesus wept, they’re still a shit-
show.

The Testimoy of Jack Monroe Evans, Sole Survivor of the Sunny Shell Gas Station
Massacre
From the audio-files of Danielle May:
I hate Florida.
I hate the humidity, I hate the heat, I hate the traffic and – most of all – I hate the small towns.
Thus far, the only good thing that I can say about the great state of Florida is that the next man on my list
was much easier to contact: the O’Tolley’s where we had agreed to meet was just beginning to hum to life with
its midday rush of lunch-goers and – if anyone paid special attention to my entrance – I didn’t notice. And I was
watching.
I was, in fact, starting to get paranoid.
Last night, I learned that former Sherriff Wilbur McClannahan died three weeks ago in a single-car
automobile accident – drunk driving, they say – a block from his home.
The parents of Abigayle Whitlock died two weeks ago in a tragic household accident; Abigayle herself is
missing, presumed dead, and wanted for questioning.
Doctor Arthur Fields died last week of complications from his injuries.
His son, the one who gave me permission to speak with Arthur, took his own life last night.
Using a service-revolver belonging to Wilbur McClannahan.
According to the office of newly-elected Sherriff Pete Horner in Emerald Oaks, foul play of any kind is not
suspected & no investigation is ongoing. But they did want the name of the motel I’m staying-at, here in Florida,
just in case they needed to contact me with any new details.
I hung up on them.
Hope it was fast enough.
I had no real idea what the man – the next name of my list – looked like: I had only this location & a few
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details from the local paper… but one glance around the fast-food eatery and it became clear.
He was the only one who wasn’t eating.
In fact, dear recorder, it looked as though he hadn’t been eating for a long time.
Perhaps a very long time.
“Emaciated” is simply too kind of a word; “radically starved” seems somehow more appropriate.
A wild crop of bushy red hair, dry as tinder, and a face that must have been naturally lean – even before
this radical starvation; now, pushing into outright gaunt – finish-out my new contact’s very few notable features:
a dull-looking man, skinny & clearly sick, unremarkable in any other way.
Jack Monroe Evans is, however, the sole survivor of the Sunny-Shell Gas Station Massacre.
“Mr. Evans, I presume?”
I flash him the prettiest smile I can: the one that says I’ll listen, and I’ll care.
There’s a moment where he almost seems to not see me… no, that isn’t right.
A moment where he seems to see through me, as if I were a transparent apparition rather than a living
thing of flesh and bone. For a moment, his green eyes swim up to me.
There’s a quiet, broken anger to them that I wasn’t expecting.
“Look, lady, you said on the phone you got my name off some sort of… list? From a dead guy, somewhere
in Indiana? Well, guess what: I don’t know any dead guys up in Indiana.”
Evans’ voice is all confrontation. He’d already made up his mind to be cantankerous: a soul for whom
bluster has always been the best defense.
“What about a doctor from Mississippi?”
The question leaves my lips before I can help myself.
There’s a single moment, then, where I believe that Jack Evans is very seriously considering just standing
up and walking away. His back straightens-out, and his eyes tear away from me to resentfully watch the other
patrons go about their meals.
High notes of color begin reaching his sunken cheeks.
There’s nothing I can do to stop him if he starts to leave.
Nothing.
“No,” he mutters. “No, I don’t.”
He’s beginning to see me as a waste of his time. I can feel it.
He does not, however, get up and walk out.
“Fair enough. Does the name ‘Psycho-Murder Chimp’ mean anything to you?”
…now, there’s a pause.
And the furrowing of a brow.
Evans’ finger has begun to beat against the table rapidly, like he’s trying to tap out a message in Morse
code; he’s a ball of jangled nerves, given a good swift kick by what I’m not entirely sure – at this point – is a name
or simply a quick description.
“Not a thing,” he mutters.
Jack is putting up his ‘wall’ now. Surly, sour, and guarded.
I let my voice go a little softer – and a little more imploring – than I might otherwise have felt
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comfortable with.
“Will you tell me what happened at the gas station that night?”
I’ve got plenty of time to hate myself later.
There’s long pause, and I wonder if he’ll turn me down; instead, his head tilts to the side just a little, like
he’s wondering if he can trust me.
“Cops already figured it out,” he says. “I was wrong. It was just some… y’know, kids in monkey costumes,
all high on bath salts.”
“Except,” I say, “…that’s not really what happened, is it?”
I turn my recorder on without thinking.
[The following is the quoted testimony of Jack Monroe Evans]
We were driving back from visiting Kelli’s parents, in Sanford, and we’d decided to pull over for a few
drinks and some more gas for the trip home.
It was a quiet night: the stars were out, and Kel had been stressed from the meeting with her parents
anyway, so we figured a little pit-stop wasn’t out of the order. Junk food always helps a long ride go down better,
doesn’t it? I think I might have been low on cigarettes, too… though Kelli constantly stayed on my ass to quit ‘em
before they put me in the ground.
It must have been, uh, around 9 o’clock when we walked into the gas station?
Nothing special going on. The clerk looked like he hadn’t moved from behind the counter in the last ten
years, and the only other people inside was some Indian dude and his wife, and this middle-aged lady with bad,
dye-job red hair checking out with case of cheap beer under one arm and a big carton of cigarettes tucked under
the other.
I figured I’d swing by the can while Kelli handled snack-detail.
That’s…
That’s really… you know?
That’s the only reason I’m alive.
I’d just undid my belt when I heard the glass break, and the screaming start.
I wasn’t even thinking when I threw open the door to see what was going down.
These… things …they were pouring through the windows, almost seeming to lope, and they didn’t even
slow down. I watched one of these little hairy bastards put its thumbs through the eyes of the guy behind the
counter while two more tore chunks of flesh from the lady’s back while she tried to cover the cigarettes – at
least, I think that’s what she was trying to do?
For a minute, I was just… stunned. Like someone from a war movie, who’d just witnessed the man beside
him blown to pieces? My brain wouldn’t work, and I just…
I just eased myself back into the bathroom.
The screams - I tried to pretend that I didn’t know which ones were Kelli’s.
I tried to, like… will myself back out the door to help her, to save her, but these things - their screeching.
It was this awful, rage-filled sound. It was louder than the screams.
I couldn’t make myself move.
I couldn’t… do you understand? I couldn’t.
The coroner said there were parts of Kelli that they couldn’t find - a few fingers, an ear, most of her scalp.
The police said they think the teenagers or meth-heads or bikers or whoever might’ve kept ‘em as trophies, but...
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I think the monkeys ate them.
I just hid. Hid like a coward, until the sounds stopped.
I don’t know how long I was hidden there. Just that, when I poked my head out again?
Well, I’ll go to my grave with what I’ve seen.
They weren’t human. Too fast. Shape was all wrong. They were something… worse.
*CLICK*
Evans left me with one final souvenir before he got up from that table: a cellphone that’s almost five
years old, ancient by cellular standards.
But the camera – while nothing compared to those of today – is nevertheless functional.
And as I navigate the gallery of photos, I find the pictures that Jack took from his hiding place.
They make me vomit immediately.
I’ve seen bad shit before. You can’t be a woman in the journalism business and be able to afford to be
squeamish… but this is something else.
The sheer brutality of it reminds me of something out of an old 80’s slasher-flick: the gore is deceptively
heavy, and the brain can’t help but try to rationalize it away as some sort of special effect or trick of props and
camera-work.
These are neither effects nor tricks, however - these are people.
Very dead, very real people.
The atrocities in those photos do not need to be described by words. Limbs pulled from bodies, bloody
rags the only remaining bits of the Indian couple that Evans mentioned; long, muscular arms with all-too-human
hands trying to pry a man’s torso open.
All the while, I’m wondering just how Evans really survived: I have a hunch that says these things were
collected after their release, and that the gas station was just a little ‘collateral damage’.
The thing about this job is that it teaches you to smell a bullshit cover-up from a mile away.
Recorder, I think it’s worth mentioning that I’m starting to get the feeling of being watched. At least three
times today, I spotted the same car following me. At my motel, the manager informed me there had been men in
suits, who came by looking to speak with me.
I… I think I’ll make copies and send what evidence I’ve gathered to an old friend.
Just in case.
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Pure Goddamn ‘Murikan Patriotism
Elemental
(fomor eagle)
Attributes: Strength 7, Dexterity 2, Stamina 6,
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 2, Brawl 2,
Intimidation 2
Willpower: 3
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 0 (six soak dice, total)
Attack: Wing Swipe (Strength +0 bashing); claw
(Strength +0 bashing); bite (Strength -2 lethal)
or Wing Swipe (Strength +4 bashing); claw
(Strength +4 bashing); bite (Strength +2
lethal) while Body Expansion is activated
Fomori Powers: Body Expansion, Exoskeleton, Eyes of
the Wyrm, Roar of the Wyrm
• Body Expansion: A Pure Goddamn
‘Murikan Patriotism Elemental can spend
one point of Willpower and roll Strength
+ Athletics (Difficulty 6); on a success, it
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triples in height (becoming approximately
nine feet tall with a wingspan of about 21
feet) for one hour or until the end of the
scene, whichever comes first. While this
ability is active, a Pure Goddamn ‘Murikan
Patriotism Elemental adds 10 yards to its
speed per turn; if it botches a soak roll
while this ability is active, however, its
brittle bones shatter: dealing one Health
Level of unsoakable lethal damage.
• Exoskeleton: A Pure Goddamn ‘Murikan
Patriotism Elemental has a hard, gnarled,
ossified carapace sporting bizarre ivory
growths, which grants it +3 Strength and
+3 Stamina (included above). The mere
appearance of a Pure Goddamn ‘Murikan
Patriotism Elemental is so nightmarishly
impossible that seeing it incites the
Delirium.
• Eyes of the Wyrm: The eyes of a Pure
Goddamn ‘Murikan Patriotism Elemental
burn with a whirlwind of livid, hideous
flame: ashen-white, feverish scarlet, and
a sick, bloated-corpse cerulean. Anyone
who looks a Pure Goddamn ‘Murikan
Patriotism Elemental in the eyes must
make a Willpower roll (Difficulty 8) or
remain frozen – immobilized in abject
horror – for (five turns minus their Wits
rating; minimum one turn). Averting one’s
gaze so as to not look the Pure Goddamn
‘Murikan Patriotism Elemental directly
in the eyes during combat increases the
Difficulties of most actions by +1 or +2
(Storyteller’s call) depending on the
precise maneuver in question.
• Roar of the Wyrm: A Pure Goddamn
‘Murikan Patriotism Elemental can strike
terror in the hearts of all those nearby
with a primal scream. The Pure Goddamn
‘Murikan Patriotism Elemental spends
one Willpower and rolls Charisma +
Intimidation; each opponent within thirty
feet can resist this power with one success
on a Willpower roll (or by spending
a point of Willpower). Those affected
behave as though in a Fox Frenzy: they
must run as fast as they can away from
the Pure Goddamn ‘Murikan Patriotism
Elemental. This fear lasts for two turns per
success on the fomor’s activation roll.
What the boys at the Dick Meatsweats Collective
may lack in the way of “class” or “elegance,” they
MORE than make up for with sheer, balls-out lack-
of-subtlety: with all the quiet, dignified grace of an
exploding eighteen-wheeler ramping over a strip-
club into a professional-wrestling-themed roadside
fireworks-stand, the Pure Goddamn ‘Murikan
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Patriotism Elemental is a shock-&-awe thunderstrike
just itching to get itself unleashed on some pinko-
commie gang of patchouli-stinking, borscht-slurping,
latte-sippin’, new age hippy weirdos.
Plans to jack one of these babies up with Formula Z
and turn it loose on a screaming crowd of skinny-jeans-
wearing, NPR-listening eco-terrorists have hit only
one minor snag: there simply aren’t enough bald eagles
out there to reliably produce more of the monsters.
Which means that the next round might end up
having to be scratch-built out of vulture-bits &
buzzard-parts, which is … you know.
It’s probably fine.
Shape of Fear
(fomor tiger)
Attributes: Strength 7, Dexterity 6, Stamina 6,
Perception 4, Intelligence 3, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Brawl 3, Empathy
3, Intimidation 5, Primal-Urge 2, Stealth 3
Willpower: 4 (9 for purposes of activating Fomori
Powers)
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 1 (seven soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength +2 lethal); claw (Strength +1
lethal)
Fomori Powers: Bestial Mutation, Font of Evil Will,
Illusions, True Illusions
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• Bestial Mutation: The Shape of Fear may
make a Dexterity + Primal-Urge roll as a
standard action; on a success, it shreds open
to unleash a sanity-shattering monster of
alien design and unclean purpose. While in
this form, the Shape of Fear gains +2 to its
Strength, Dexterity, and Stamina (already
included above); the Shape of Fear may remain
in this form as long as it desires, and may
return to its normal form at-will (requiring
another Dexterity + Primal-Urge roll). The
Shape of Fear induces Delirium while in this
enhanced form.
• Font of Evil Will: The Shape of Fear is
considered to have a Willpower of 9 (rather
than 4, as normal) for purposes of activating
Fomori Powers.
• Illusions: (see New Fomori Powers, below)
• True Illusions: (see New Fomori Powers,
below)
The fine folks at the Gutierrez & Madison Research
Group may not have the raw output of more prolific,
high-profile Echidna contractors like Danmakuden
Dynamic or Jetpacks & Sugar Bombs LTD, nor do they
produce monsters quite as visceral as Operation: Rot-
Walk or the Dick Meatsweats Collective… but when
it comes to rewiring big cats into nightmarish killing
machines, they’re always on the ball.
A sharp departure from the fire-&-forget, spray-&-
pray design of the Flaming Snake-Jaguar Express, the
Shape of Fear is a subtle, slow-burn psychological-
operations predator built to terrorize and disorient
its prey with maximum fallout: the first few live-fire
clinical trials in the deep jungle suggest that their use
in a densely-packed urban environment will result in
resounding success (and a shitload of dead civilians).
That is, if the goddamn things would just stop
escaping captivity.
Super Doom Monkey, the Monkey of
Doom
(fomor gorilla)
Attributes: Strength 9, Dexterity 4, Stamina 7,
Perception 4, Intelligence 4, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 4, Brawl 4, Stealth 5
Willpower: 7
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -1, -1, -3, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor rating: 1 (eight soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength -2 lethal); rend (Strength +0
lethal)
Fomori Powers: Exoskeleton, Extra Limbs,
Regeneration, Venomous Bite
• Exoskeleton: The Super Doom Monkey
has a hard, gnarled, ossified carapace
sporting bizarre ivory growths, which
grants it +3 Strength and +3 Stamina
(included above). The appearance of the
Super Doom Monkey is so nightmarish &
impossible that merely seeing it incites the
Delirium.
• Extra Limbs: The Super Doom Monkey
has a shitload of limbs and gains an extra
three dice on all Grapple attempts.
• Regeneration: The Super Doom Monkey
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heals one level of bashing or lethal damage
each turn. Healing a level of aggravated
damage requires a full day and the
expenditure of a Willpower point.
• Venomous Bite: If the Super Doom
Monkey inflicts at least one Health
Level of damage with a bite, its foaming
mouthful of iridescent poison inflicts
Strength +2 dice of aggravated damage;
this special damage cannot be soaked.
However, any use of the Gift: Resist
Toxin (W20, pg. 174) entirely negates this
additional damage.
One last entry from the Dick Meatsweats Collective,
this big-ass ugly hunk of man-murder is meant to
be the all-American XXXL “king” of heavy-hitting
frontline combat fomori: a direct competitor to the
sleeker & more efficient Japanese-built Arachno-Rilla,
it’s certainly a beef-tacular powerhouse.
Is it reliable? No. Is it efficient? No. Is it cheap?
HELL NO.
But does it deliver the goddamn goods in terms of raw-
ass murder?
Uh, also no… unless you consider the total loss of
the first facility to get one of these bastards up-and-
running a successful “delivery of the goods,” in which
case very much yes.
Wall of Shrieking Hell
(fomor bear)
Attributes: Strength 10, Dexterity 2, Stamina 10,
Perception 5, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 5, Athletics 4, Brawl 4,
Intimidation 3, Primal-Urge 4
Willpower: 4
Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, -1, -1, -1, -3, -3, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor rating: 4 (fourteen soak dice, total)
Attack: Claw (Strength +0 lethal); bite (Strength -2
lethal)
or Claw (Strength +4 lethal); bite (Strength
+2 lethal) while Body Expansion is activated
Fomori Powers: Armored Hide, Body Expansion,
Exoskeleton, Mega-Stamina
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• Armored Hide: A Wall of Shrieking
Hell has an additional three dice for
soaking lethal and bashing damage
(included above). It may also use these
dice to attempt to soak aggravated damage
(difficulty 8).
• Body Expansion: A Wall of Shrieking
Hell can spend one point of Willpower
and roll Strength + Athletics (Difficulty
6); on a success, it triples in height
(becoming approximately eighteen feet
tall while standing, or nine feet tall on
all fours, and weighing about a ton) for
one hour or until the end of the scene,
whichever comes first. While this ability
is active, a Wall of Shrieking Hell adds
10 yards to its running speed per turn; if
it botches a soak roll while this ability is
active, however, its brittle bones shatter:
dealing one Health Level of unsoakable
lethal damage.
• Exoskeleton: A Wall of Shrieking Hell
has a hard, gnarled, ossified carapace
sporting bizarre ivory growths, which
grants it +3 Strength and +3 Stamina
(included above). The mere appearance
of a Wall of Shrieking Hell is so
nightmarishly impossible that seeing it
incites the Delirium.
• Mega-Stamina: A Wall of Shrieking Hell
has the benefit of three additional points
of Stamina (included above).
Developed back in the ‘80s, under the Reagan
administration, as part of a now-defunct sub-program
within Echidna – Project Hecatoncheires, an attempt to
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build the “ultimate roadblock” – as a sort of living, mobile
bulwark against rampaging wolf-blooded eco-terrorist
shapeshifters, the Wall of Shrieking Hell was scrapped as
a failure after only a handful of limited-run security-team
deployments (primarily stationed outside North American
Pentex facilities in heavily-wooded, low-population areas).
The prevailing wisdom, upon the abandonment of later
development-cycles and the cessation of further funding,
was that there’s simply no use in trying to “withstand” or
“outlast” the sheer scale of damage-output generated by
an enraged – and truly committed – shapeshifting eco-
terrorist: the frothing-mad wolf-humping bastards simply
churn-out more hurt than anything Pentex has built can
take for more than a handful of seconds (minutes, at most).
Worse, some eco-terrorists – not all, of course, but some,
particularly the so-called ‘clever coyote & crow’ shifters –
chose to just go around the Wall of Shrieking Hell rather
than trying to brute-force hack their way through it.
Which, to be honest, kinda seems like cheating.
But the lesson was learned: no matter how big we make
the stupid things, no single fomor can hope to cover
every last entrance, exit, nook, and cranny of a black-site
campus simultaneously.
Final verdict? We’re playing offense here, baby. Not
defense.
After all, even a total commitment – 100% investment
– to defense isn’t a “winning” move. It’s just a way to lose
more slowly. And buddy, Wyrm don’t like to lose… even
if it has to destroy the entire board in a single frenzied,
frothing-mad bid to claim the most Pyrrhic of all possible
zero-sum victories.
Since then, all of the really top-flight fomori design-
programs have focused near-exclusively on putting the
Gaians and their rapidly-dwindling supply of allies firmly
on the defensive: producing light-armor, heavy-payload,
fast-&-fragile troops by the dozen. In the calculus of the
Wyrm’s sick accounting, a single cheaply-stamped-out
assault rifle racked with half a dozen silver-jacketed rounds
is worth more than any ten-thousand layers of Kevlar
plating, especially when the payroll office doesn’t have to
cut that dumbass dead First Team private a paycheck next
month.
With the development of Formula Z, however, there’s
been some renewed interest in getting the Wall of
Shrieking Hell back on its feet, so to speak. After all, with
enough magic monster-go-go-juice pumping in the twisted
thing’s pitch-dark veins, it might be able to act as a very
obvious, very distracting frontline bullet-sponge: stomping
ahead of a more covert assault or retrieval-unit, drawing
hostile fire just as long as it takes for the assassin-squad to
perform their surgical kill-strike.
I mean, we can always remote-detonate the big dumb
thing’s cranial bomb when its heart stops.
XI/NS Adjustor (“Sins Adjustor”)
(fomor mandrill)
Attributes: Strength 6, Dexterity 4, Stamina 4,
Perception 4, Intelligence 7, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 4, Brawl 4, Stealth 5
Willpower: 7
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -1, -1, -3, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor rating: 1 (five soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength -2 lethal); rend (Strength +0
lethal)
Fomori Powers: Gifted Fomor (x2), Greater Gifts of
Malfeas, Mega-Intelligence
• Gifted Fomor: AnXI/NS Adjustor
possesses the Level 3 Gift: Beautiful Lie
(W20, pg. 427).
• Gifted Fomor: An XI/NS Adjustor
possesses the Level 3 Gift: Reshape
Object (W20, pg. 154).
• Greater Gifts of Malfeas: A XI/NS
Adjustor may select Gifts of Level 3 or
lower (rather than Gifts of Level 1 or
2) from the Homid, Ahroun, and Black
Spiral Dancer lists. In addition, an XI/
NS Adjustor may always spend points
of temporary Willpower (in place of
points of Rage or points of Gnosis) to
activate any Gift it possesses; similarly,
an XI/NS Adjustor may always choose
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to roll Willpower (rather than the
listed Attribute + Ability, if any) when
activating any Gift it possesses.
• Mega-Intelligence: An XI/NS Adjustor
has all the benefits of three additional
points of Intelligence (included above);
when the creature chooses to reveal its
full brilliance, it incites Delirium in all
mundane witnesses who behold the sheer,
horrid goddamn speed & accuracy of its
preternatural thought-processes.
The creation of the xenobiological-intelligence/
nonhumanoid-sentient matter-adjustment entity – or the
XI/NS Adjustor, for short (pronounced “sins adjustor”)
– is a success-story of the highest order.
See, the thing is, the official goal of Project Echidna
isn’t necessarily to just spawn an endless horde of
disposable, dumb-as-hell living weapons (we hesitate
to call ‘em “super-soldiers” since a soldier should – at
least in theory – be capable of doing stuff like “follow
an order” or “claim an objective,” even in the most
abstract terms) for the Board of Directors to fling
directly into Gaia’s big, dumb bitch-face like so many
fistfuls of infected sewage, high explosives, and poison-
tipped ninja-stars.
Now, sure: the inherently-destructive nature of the
Bane forces the hand of even the most clever bio-
engineer toward the creation of creatures that are – at
a sub-cellular level – driven to shred everything around
them into a spray of red ruin dotted only by smoking
craters. And while “a dude with a sniper rifle” may be
more than a physical match for nearly any member of
Kingdom Animalia, our own best & brightest scientists
can casually top that little strategic imbalance by
doubling-down on the plethora of inborn advantages
inherent to creatures who can (just for example) fly,
see in the dark, run at sixty miles an hour, hunt by
scent, scale a tree at the speed of a man’s dead-sprint,
casually vault a six-foot chain-link fence, or lift a
thousand-plus times their own body weight.
All of this, of course, tends to result in Echidna
pumping-out military-grade killing-machines covered
in venom-dripping spikes, oozing acid & balefire,
with innumerable slavering jaws strong enough to
shatter concrete into dust & just enough limbs to grab
something human-sized and pull it apart while biting
big chunks out of the juicy sections.
Sometimes, the monsters are also “fast & sneaky” or
“bulletproof & unkillable”.
Results may vary.
But the high-concept, multi-dimensional spirit-
entropy work being done by the Discipleship of Blargo
Transcendent has yielded something altogether new: a
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non-human-based fomor that can think.
And not just think… but also plan, reason, design,
develop, and implement strategies completely
alien to a more conventional, semi-human-centric
psychology. So far, those few XI/NS Adjustors who’ve
been turned-loose to “play” with Pentex equipment
have handily reengineered existing weapons-systems,
engines, architectural schematics, online databases,
and even crime scenes: a First Team with a XI/NS
Adjustor on-hand to back-their-play can limp out of
the most brutal, unsubtle, mass-casualty, front-page-
news firefight with a smile, knowing that any mundane
investigator will confirm with a glance that it was “just
another exploding meth lab.”
You should see what they can do with an attack-
helicopter.
Ever wanted to pilot an actual, no-bullshit, invisible-
ass flying saucer? With death-rays?
Plans are already underway to increase output of
fresh XI/NS Adjustors exponentially over the coming
months, incorporating innovative new Bane-
summoning & cellular-development procedures
created by the XI/NS Adjustors themselves. In fact, by
this time next year, a quarter of all First Teams in the
field could be deployed with a XI/NS Adjustor as part
of their unit: riding shotgun, performing maintenance
on bleeding-edge-tech wave-motion guns & power-
armor, or even calling the shots.
All of this, of course, is going exactly according the
plans of the XI/NS Adjustors.
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XI/NS ADJUSTOR TECH
A standard-issue Pentex-manufactured FT-13
heavy semi-automatic pistol (W20, pg. 303), after
a few moments of tinkering by an XI/NS Adjus-
tor, metamorphoses into a horrid, semi-organic,
half-melted and grotesquely webbed-looking thing;
it gains the following properties:
• the difficulty of any Firearms roll is reduced by 1
during the round immediately following an action
spent to aim; this bonus stacks with the normal
benefit of Aiming (W20, pg. 292)
• invisible to metal detectors
• shots are fully silenced to a barely-audible whisper
(like in a bad action-movie)
… as well as any seven of the following properties
(as chosen by the XI/NS Adjustor).
• deals +1 die of base damage*
• difficulty of all Firearms rolls made to use the
weapon are reduced by an additional -1 after an
action spent aiming*
• range increases by 10 yards*
• capacity increases by 5 rounds*
• is also capable of firing full-auto, three-round bursts,
and sprays
• can accept (and subsequently fire) any caliber of
ammunition
Any property marked with [*] may be selected
up to three times; these benefits stack.
A standard Pentex-issued Kevlar vest, similarly,
warps into an unnerving, full-body, carapace-like
suit of heavy-plate armor: it protects the wearer
from temperature extremes between -50 and 140
degrees Fahrenheit, all radiation-exposure, and
functions both as a hazmat suit and as pressur-
ized diving gear, providing all the benefits of a
self-contained breathing system (eliminating all
exposure to smoke, airborne poisons and diseases,
toxic fumes, and even vacuum). This self-contained
breathing-system functions underwater as well as
in other liquid environments; vision impairment
from the wearer’s environment (such as smoke or
muddy water) still applies.
This suit’s armor-rating is 7, rather than 3, and
the Dexterity-penalty is doubled (to -2).
Similar adjustments may be made to other
objects, at the Storyteller’s discretion.
 WAIT … THESE THINGS HAVE ‘MEGA-INTELLIGENCE’!? WHAT?
So.

According to the base rules – W20, pg. 435 – the Mega-Attribute fomori power can only be applied to a
Physical Attribute (such as Strength, Dexterity, or Stamina).
That said, the canon Take 2 Gorehound (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 133-134) is explicitly stated to
possess Mega-Intelligence, which establishes precedent for a bit of… “wiggle-room” in the rules.
And what, pray tell, is Mega-Intelligence?
Well, let’s assume that an Intelligence at dot 5 is – as per rules-as-written – effectively baseline-human
maximum: world-class, Nobel laureate, gold-medal blue-ribbon geniuses. Your PCs can expect to deal
with an antagonist wielding this level of raw intellect in the case of an Ancient Vampire (W20, pg. 454)
or a high-ranking Developmental Neogenetics Amalgamated scientist (W20, pg. 466), each one of them
a recognizable cut-above some mere Cyborg Soldier or Fallen Mage.
Let’s further assume that a few humans – your classic IQ 180+ polymaths, maybe one of those once-in-a-
generation super-geniuses who do things like “create entire new sciences” – are rocking what would be
treated, at the table, as Intelligence of 6; within the context of your own Werewolf: The Apocalypse
Chronicle, this is the range of creatures like an Inquisitor (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 176) or a base
Chulorviah Elder (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 178).
Let’s even further assume that anything beyond that – we’re talking an IQ solidly north of 200 – might
show up once-in-a-civilization; by the rules, there simply isn’t a way to play any kind of character with
an Intelligence of 7: such an entity would be as-much-smarter than “human max” as a gifted kid is above
the slowest guy in the room.
That’s where your good pal, Ol’ Doc “Doctor” Aloysius P. Abernathy (see Meet the Team, below) is
sittin’ at the moment.
Finally, let’s also assume that an entity with that magnitude of raw smarts could, in theory, gain & spend
experience points: this would allow the XI/NS Adjustor to – with time & effort – pick up just a few dots
in Computers, Crafts, Enigmas, Medicine, Occult, Science, and Technology.
…and to maybe bump its Intelligence by plus-one.
Technically, after all, there’s no rule against it.
Now, to be clear, an Intelligence of 8 is terrifying. Exposure to such sheer processing-power should leave
even the brightest of humans sputtering & bewildered: a top-flight team of the hundred most brilliant
minds on the planet wouldn’t be able to out-think such an entity any more than a group of a particularly
dull-witted children could cook-up a clever plan to trick Batman.
What could a monster with an Intelligence score of 8 do? Think like Professor Moriarty, but a great deal
smarter: anything it damn well sets its cold, alien mind to accomplishing.

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 For Immediate Release

The Weekly Star News-Magazine is saddened today to announce the death of junior gossip-colum-
nist Danielle May, who died in the early hours of Sunday morning of apparent heroin-overdose in her
hotel room while on assignment in Oregon.

Her managing editor, Robert A. Housegrove, says, quote, “We here at the Weekly Star offices are
really a close-knit bunch – more of a family than anything – and we all loved Dani enormously; she & I
even had something of an on-again-off-again romantic relationship, if you can believe that, despite our
age-differences. Sort of a courtship, I think you’d call it, like the Ross & Rachel of our team. But we all
now recognize, I think, that Dani’s struggles with addiction to crack & other opioids must have made
pursuing something like that – in the long term – impossible. Well… we’ll all sure miss you, Dani-girl,
and we know you’re up there right now, chasing leads in heaven!”

She leaves behind no close family.

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 Meet the Team
“Jesus Christ. Ivan, you’re going to ruin your fucking
skates.”
“Ha! I ruin everything!”
— Slick & Ivan; Hobo with a Shotgun (2011)
Everyone working for Project Echidna is an absolute
piece of shit.
Would you like to know more?
“Doctor” Aloysius P. Abernathy
An affable, easy-smiling, hobo-chic Black Spiral
Dancer kinfolk out of Wyoming, the Doc likes to affect
a fun, old-timey carnival-barker circus-ringmaster
persona around the office. He routinely sports a top-
hat-‘n-tails at board-meetings and in surgery, branding
Fomorol (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 186) as his
“patented wellness-electrifizing & health-revitalization
elixir,” and referring to the mega-scale black-ops
workspace he presides-over as – depending on the day
– his “Cavalcade of Carnal Curiosities,” his “Escritoire
of the Utterly Unspeakable,” or his “Menagerie of
Motherfuckery Most-Macabre”.
These are several of his more harmless eccentricities.
Much more seriously, the Doc has also been credibly
accused of ordering his subordinates to strip-down &
knife-fight naked (in specimen cages, next to sleeping
fomori) for the amusement of his higher-ranking senior
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staff: a managerial practice frowned-upon even within
Special Projects Division.
When questioned regarding these allegations,
Aloysius always swears on his medical license that “such
tall tales are all merely that: purest unfounded hokum &
side-show balderdash!”
And then he laughs way too loud & just a little too
long.See, the thing is that Ol’ Doc Abernathy has no
medical license. He never technically attended medical
school. Or veterinary school. Or even so much as a non-
accredited taxidermy-by-mail-order correspondence-
school.
We’re not even totally sure that he went to middle-
school, come to think of it.
He did, however, read plenty of real messed-up
comics & porno-mags as a kid, and that has to count for
something. Plus, he has what you might call “hands-on
experience”: the sort of stuff they can’t teach you at your
fancy animal-colleges with their professors and diplomas
and ethics-boards and pants and such-like, where a
simple man with a simple dream of huffing a can of
spray-paint gets treated like some sort of creepy weirdo.
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 In fact, the jury is still out on whether the good
“doctor” – and yes, you can legitimately hear the
air-quotes hung around the man’s title whenever his
colleagues discuss his recent work – is , in point of
fact, actually literate in his native English or is… hell, I
don’t know.
Just real good at guess-work when it comes to
performing surgery, maybe?
Despite all this, Aloysius is easily one of the most
successful bio-technicians currently employed by
Project Echidna. At the end of the day, he gets results:
possessed of a burning, singular vision unmarred by
mere concerns of “biological impossibility” or “regard
for life” or “knowledge of organic chemistry”.
He’s a hell of a charmer, too.
People just… really like him, you know?
In point of fact, the Doc is quite possibly the single
most intelligent & manipulative entity currently
working for Project Echidna: you see, Ol’ Doc
Abernathy was always a bright boy… but these days,
since his awakening, he’s also a Take 2 Gorehound
bonded to a unique Bane that’s picked-up some of the
tricks of an Enticer (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 130-
131).
The doc has a very keen, very specific desire to
make cool, fucked-up monsters. And, much more
importantly, he now has the means to do so. After all,
his abominations speak for themselves.
Sometimes literally.
“I’ll fucking kill you all,” is what they usually say.
That always makes the Doc chuckle.
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“Doctor” Aloysius P. Abernathy was built
using the Kinfolk Character Creation rules
(W20, pg. 379) – giving him a slightly better
starting stat-set than the average human-based
fomori (W20, pg. 429) – then enhanced with a
set of three Fomori powers. Although he’s not
particularly dangerous in straight-up combat,
with a bit more experience under his belt he
could become a true terror in the war on Gaia.
Attributes: Strength 1, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2,
Charisma 4 [Air of Confidence], Manipulation 7
[Malarkey], Appearance 4 [Genial],
Perception 4 [Uncanny Instincts], Intelligence 7
[Trivia], Wits 4 [Cunning]
Abilities: Academics 4 [History of Veterinary
Medicine], Alertness 2, Brawl 1, Drive 1, Empathy
3, Etiquette 3, Expression 3, Firearms 1, Larceny
3, Occult 1, Medicine 4 [Experimental Zoological
Physiology], Streetwise 2, Subterfuge 4 [Feigned
Innocence]
Backgrounds: Mentor 3 [Uid Áed Breeds-Aughisky,
Rank 4 Homid Black Spiral Dancer Theurge], Pure
Breed 5, Resources 3
Kinfolk Powers: Immunity to Delirium
Fomori Powers: Animal Control, Mega-Attribute
(Intelligence), Siren’s Veil
• Animal Control: Ol’ Doc Abernathy may
spend one point of Willpower and roll
Manipulation + Animal Ken (difficulty 6). If
successful, Ol’ Doc Abernathy can force one
animal per success anywhere within 120 yards
to do as he bids for the remainder of the scene.
Each command must be simple and can’t be
longer than five words.
• Mega-Intelligence: Ol’ Doc Abernathy has
the benefit of three additional points of
Intelligence (included above).
• Siren’s Veil: Ol’ Doc Abernathy adds two to
all of his Social Attributes (included above);
at will, he may roll Appearance + Empathy
against a difficulty of a target’s Willpower to
appear as their literal ideal mate, even radically
changing his apparent age and gender. If this
roll fails, he simply appears to be an attractive,
quirky, charming gentleman with a devilish
twinkle in his eye. In addition, use of any
supernatural ability by Ol’ Doc Abernathy
shatters the illusion instantly.
Willpower: 5
Equipment: Ol’ Doc Abernathy – whether in the lab
or at home – is usually outfitted in reinforced clothing her to prey from the shadows upon the humanity she
(Armor rating 1, no Dexterity penalty) and he once served, lapping from the very gutter the blood of
routinely carries a standard-issue Pentex-manufactured the people she claimed to so care-for.
FT-13 heavy semi-automatic pistol (W20, pg. 303)
with two magazines of basic ammunition and one …while the other story goes that her so-called
magazine filled with silver-tipped rounds. “embrace” was a misguided act of beneficence: some
butt-ugly would-be saint among the leeches smelled
If embedded with a First Team as an on-site the infection quickening in her blood and – in
specialist, field-testing one of his latest monsters, Ol’ desperation – transformed her: seeking to spare the
Doc Abernathy is usually outfitted in a Pentex-issued poor, reverent, prayerful young girl from a long and
Kevlar vest (Armor rating 3, Dexterity penalty 1; not very painful death shitting her lungs out in a squalid
included above), and he totes a Pentex PX-66F assault dung-pit.
rifle with six magazines of ammunition (three standard,
three silver).
He always has his finger very close to the button,
ready to blow the cranial bomb of any monster
he created… and he won’t hesitate to “dial K for
KABLOOEY” if he loses control of a critter just
because the fucking thing has somebody else’s face in
its mouth at the moment, Pentex employee or no.
The Ol’ Doc is pretty confident in his ability to
bullshit his way past whatever review-board “censures”
him for “wasting company resources”.

Mother St. Hideous

Mother St. Hideous is an emaciated, grotesque,
seven-foot-tall, and several-century-old rotting skeletal
blood-drinking corpse-monster with a Bane tethered to
what very little remains of her soul.
She was, in life (as far as we can tell), a particularly
pious and God-fearing young nun – probably a Child
of Gaia Kinfolk & very possibly one of the so-called
Fair Folk, but no one is exactly sure – who devoted her
days to the care of impoverished orphan-lepers and her
evenings to the silent, worshipful veneration of her
Lord & Savior.
As a midwife & general-practice “wise-woman” –
whether helping cattle give birth in fields or helping
peasants give birth, usually not in fields – she was
considered a borderline miracle-worker.
She never personally claimed to wield the divine
light, but plenty claimed it on her behalf.
NOW: there are two very different stories as to how
she came to cross-over into foulest undeath some
unknown number of centuries ago (it was probably less
than a millennia back?), and there’s strong evidence to
support both theories.
According to the one story, the nun who would
become Mother St. Hideous was targeted for the Curse
of the Bloody Man by a spiteful, unholy monster of the
night who desired nothing more than to shatter her
faith & innocence alike: twisting her (allegedly once
very lovely) visage into a thing of nightmare, forcing
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Either way, Mother St. Hideous spent the next few
dark centuries going real fucking crazy: her hardcore
Catholic nun-guilt didn’t square particularly well
with becoming a leering, unblinking nightborn
predator of gore-streaked menace. Hunched in the
coiling darkness eternally just beyond the low, dull
firelight, she watched generation after generation of
devout believers die gasping in the icy mud: cut-down
relentlessly night-by-night in never-ending wars,
famines, and – you guessed it! – plagues.
Approximately twenty-five million people succumbed
to the Black Death between 1347 and 1351. That’s
more than seventeen thousand fresh corpses a day.
Every day, for a half-decade.
It’s enough to bring a tear to your eye.
The sobbing leech-nun did what she could to help
people, freakish monstrosity though she was.
It was never enough, of course.
After all… on the rare occasions when she could
convince a dying backwoods family that she wasn’t
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literally the devil-in-shrieking-flesh, creeping out of
the snowy, endless black forest in the dead of a cold
midwinter evening to steal their immortal souls,
her clumsy homebrew cures for syphilis, scurvy, and
smallpox were hardly better than “literally not doing
anything at all”.
Introductory microbiology, the theory of vitamins,
and even the most basic of soap-based hand-washing
procedures were still centuries away, after all.
She exterminated entire villages – performing mercy-
kills on dozens of families at a time – to prevent the
virulent, incurable spread of what a 21st-century med-
fomor would call “the sniffles”.
They say when Harold the Zettler found her – in a
graveyard just outside of Berlin in the late 1600s – her
misshapen and tragic face steaked with fresh scarlet
tears, she was ready to walk into the sun: to end,
finally, all the ceaseless nights of panicked screams and
miserable groaning, unbreakable fever and bone-deep
body aches, of blood-wet coughing, forever and ever,
amen.
It was then the grinning vampire took her far below
the earth, to a secret chamber where dwelled a three-
headed dragon and its servants, and there he showed
her the true face of God.
When she emerged, many nights later, Mother St.
Hideous was born anew in the service of Our Lord the
Wyrm, and of his Son & Prophet: Harold the Zettler.
“Omnicide,” she whispers in a cracked whisper of
ecstatic prayer.
She dreams now only of the wasteland: of corpse-
pale skies lit by rotting, pulsating black stars and
a cold, howling infinity of creaking, twisted-iron
atrocity-forests rising from endless inky oceans of
thick-clotted, pitch-dark blood. She can smell the chill
wind which carries only ash, aluminum, rust, and the
agonized echoes of one hundred billion restless and
violated corpses, picked-at by swift, mindless predators
shat-forth from nightmare.
“Oblivion,” she gasps. “Ruin. Despair.”
These nights, Mother St. Hideous acts as a liaison
to Project Echidna for the Division Director of Special
Projects, entrusted with “correctly administering
doses of Formula Z” on his behalf… and, much more
importantly, with keeping tabs on the many things
they aren’t telling the Board of Directors. With her
assortment of abilities, she can do the majority of this
job from inside the walls & plumbing of even the most
secure Pentex facility: a ghost in the clockwork.
Best of all, Dr. Zettler will be exactly zero percent
inconvenienced when she gets murdered.
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Disposable as she may be to her mentor, Mother St.
Hideous actually does one hell of a job in her assigned
position: her stunningly inhuman looks aren’t a
liability among the freaks & monsters she presides-
over, her command over animals gives her near-total
control of the things the science-boys cook-up, and her
affinity for fomori & radical medical experimentation
makes her a perfect fit to very carefully critique the
work being done on Dr. Zettler’s behalf.
Plus, her bone-deep conservatism keeps Echidna
precisely on-schedule.
See… most of the lab-rats toiling away beneath
Echidna’s banner think no one is watching.
They’re wrong.
The entire operation has a very important part to
play in Zettler’s endgame against Mother Gaia. He’s
been planning this for centuries, after all.
Now… the science & sorcery aren’t there. Not just
yet, anyway.
But under the careful, watchful gaze of Mother St.
Hideous, it’s all coming along quite nicely.
Attributes: Strength 6 [Steely Grip], Dexterity 3,
Stamina 6 [Unbreakable],
Charisma 7 [Commanding Voice], Manipulation 8
[Appeal to Authority], Appearance 2*,
Perception 4 [Detail Oriented], Intelligence 4
[Probability Calculation], Wits 4 [Cool-Headed]
Abilities: Academics 4 [History of Religious Medical
Practice], Alertness 2, Animal Ken 3, Athletics
3, Brawl 2, Enigmas 3, Etiquette 3, Intimidation
3, Medicine 5, Melee 1, Occult 5 [Esoterica of the
Fomori], Rituals 4 [Mystic], Subterfuge 3
Backgrounds: Fetish 3 (see below), Mentor 5 (Dr.
Harold Zettler, Division Director [Special Projects
Division]), Resources 3, Rites 4 (see below)
Willpower 10; Gnosis/Rage/Blood Pool: 25; may
spend up to 5 points of blood per turn (see below)
Fomori Powers: Animal Control, Exoskeleton, Rat
Head, Siren’s Veil
• Animal Control: Mother St. Hideous may
spend one point of Willpower and roll
Manipulation + Animal Ken (difficulty 6).
If successful, Mother St. Hideous can force
one animal per success anywhere within 120
yards to do as she bids for the remainder of
the scene. Each command must be simple and
cannot be longer than five words.
 • Exoskeleton: Mother St. Hideous has a hard,
gnarled, ossified carapace sporting bizarre ivory
growths, which grants her +3 Strength and +3
Stamina (included above). The appearance
of Mother St. Hideous is so nightmarish &
impossible that merely seeing her incites the
Delirium.
• Rat-Head: at will, Mother St. Hideous can roll
Dexterity + Athletics (difficulty 6) to collapse
her skeletal structure and squeeze through any
opening the size of a quarter (or larger). The
effect lasts for one “slide” through a hole (until
Mother St. Hideous reaches an area wider
than her base size). A failed roll means that
Mother St. Hideous becomes stuck; escaping
on her own requires further attempts, but each
successive attempt increases the difficulty by
one. While squeezing like this, Mother St.
Hideous can move at half her normal running
speed. Because she does not need to breathe,
Mother St. Hideous can make extensive use of
water (and sewage) pipes: moving between the
sinks & toilets of a Pentex facility with casual
ease.
• Siren’s Veil: Mother St. Hideous adds two to
all of her Social Attributes (included above);
at will, she may roll Appearance + Empathy
against a difficulty of a target’s Willpower to
appear as their literal ideal mate, even radically
changing her apparent age and gender. If this
roll fails, she simply appears to be an attractive,
ethereal, vaguely “fairy-like” manic pixie
dream girl. In addition, use of any supernatural
ability by Mother St. Hideous shatters the
illusion instantly revealing her true form
(which has an Appearance score of 0).
Equipment: Mother St. Hideous wears a nun’s
habit and – sometimes – carries a standard-issue
Pentex-manufactured FT-13 heavy semi-automatic
pistol (W20, pg. 303) with two magazines of basic
ammunition and one magazine filled with silver-
tipped. See also Fetish and Rite, below.
Vampire Powers:
• Mother St. Hideous may use the bite
combat maneuver, which deals Strength
+1 aggravated damage. Each turn, she may
thereafter drain three blood points from
the victim: each point of blood drained
from a human deals one Health Level of
lethal damage.
• Mother St. Hideous may use the stolen
blood trapped within her icy-cold corpse
to increase her Physical Attributes at a
rate of one dot per blood-point spent to
increase the attribute, to a maximum of 9
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for Strength and Stamina, 6 for Dexterity;
this increase lasts for the remainder of the
scene.
• Mother St. Hideous can also spend a point
of blood to take an extra action in a turn.
• Mother St. Hideous may also spend a
blood point to heal one Health Level of
lethal or bashing damage (note that, due
to her unliving nature, all bashing damage
to Mother St. Hideous is halved before
soaking, and she suffers bashing damage
from firearms).
• However, it may take several nights of
intense feeding for Mother St. Hideous
to recover from aggravated injuries: she
suffers aggravated wounds from the claws
and teeth of Garou, from the sun itself
(treat as fire), from fire, and from certain
Gifts and Charms. Once per scene, Mother
St. Hideous may heal a single point of
aggravated damage by spending five points
of blood and a point of Willpower.
• Mother St. Hideous will frenzy – just like
a Garou – if presented with sufficient
provocation and rolls Willpower to
resist frenzy. If presented with dire insult,
serious threat to life and limb, or utter
humiliation, Mother St. Hideous needs
at least three successes to resist attacking
the cause of her distress; if she is exposed
to fire or sunlight, she must roll or flee
in abject terror (as per a fox frenzy). The
number of successes needed is based on
the magnitude of the threat; full exposure
to direct sunlight always requires three
successes.
• Mother St. Hideous lacks both Rage and
Gnosis and must spend points of blood
in place of those resources to activate her
Gifts.
Merits: Huge Size (W20, pg. 473) and Lucky (W20,
pg. 483)
Flaws: Monstrous (W20, pg. 474) and Deranged
(W20, pg. 478)
Derangement: Mother St. Hideous is a true
believer. More specifically, she believes Bane-
bound fomori leeches (like her) are God’s
chosen people, destined to rule the world
openly with the swift coming of Apocalypse
& the final victory of the Wyrm. She must
expend a point of Willpower – whenever
presented with an opportunity to “apply the
divine principles of entropic hyper-evolution”
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 to a fellow fomor – to avoid doing-so to the
exclusion of all other tasks.
Fetishes: Wyrmflesh (W20 Book of the Wyrm. pg.
184)
Gifts: Blood Sacrament of the Immortal Defiler (new,
see below), Cassandra’s Blessing (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 119), Cloak of Shadows (W20 Changing
Breeds pg. 186), Moon Dance (W20 Changing Breeds
pg. 130), Shadow Sway (W20 Changing Breeds, pg.
275)
BLOOD SACRAMENT OF THE IMMORTAL
DEFILER
This horrid and blasphemous Gift calls on the
chains of the Weaver and the foulness of Wyrm
to mimic the power of Mother’s Touch (W20, pg.
164): drawing the beneficiary into the cold coils of
the vampire’s poisonous and corruptive embrace
even as it mends-together claw-shredded flesh
and re-knits bullet-shattered bone. This gift is not
taught by spirits, even by Banes, for it is a work of
crimson-stained darkness unique to vampire-kind.
System: The vampire spends one point of Gno-
sis (blood), pouring a dribble of foul, cold undead
ichor into the mouth of her intended subject. The
vampire then rolls Manipulation + Occult, difficulty
6: each success on this roll heals one level of lethal
or bashing damage; the vampire may also heal ag-
gravated damage in this way, although it costs the
vampire one point of Willpower for each level of
aggravated damage to be healed in this way.
After receiving the benefit of this blood sacra-
ment, the subject views the vampire as her master
and will not willingly disobey the vampire for a
period of one month; in addition, the subject does
not age during this time of subservience. After
gaining the benefit of this Gift on three separate
nights, the subject is permanently bound as a servant
of the vampire.
This special Gift may not be used to heal vam-
pires, werewolves (or other Fera), spirits, nor any
creature dedicated to Gaia (such as a Kami); it is,
however, highly efficacious at healing injuries dealt
to fomori, mortal Wyrm-mages, and other entities
in service to the Defiler.
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Note that all vampires possess a Wyrmish
variant of the Gift: Taking the Forgotten
(W20 pg. 162), allowing the leech to drink the
blood of a human and then erase the victim’s
memory of the nightmarish experience.
Rite: Mother St. Hideous knows the Rite of the
Flayed God (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 124-125),
which has benefits comparable to Totem Gift (W20
pg. 158); at any given time, she carries a single article
of clothing – such as a belt, cloak, crown, or pelt –
bound with the stolen power of a ritually-flayed Bane
or Gaian spirit. Only she may benefit from donning
this unique item. If this object is destroyed, she may
create another when next she enters the heart of a
Black Spiral Dancer Pit (at the side of Dr. Zettler).
Donning or removing the item requires a single action
and costs two points from her blood pool; the effects
of donning this fetish are up to the Storyteller, but the
transformation is usually physical and grotesque in the
extreme.
MOTHER ST. HIDEOUS IN V20
Mother St. Hideous is presented here as an
Ancient Vampire, using the rules from W20 pg. 453-
455. She is intended only to serve as an antagonist
in a Werewolf: The Apocalypse 20th Anniversary
Edition chronicle: any Storyteller should be able
to run any creature or character included in this
supplement using only the W20 line of books.
For those Storytellers with access to the Vam-
pire: The Masquerade 20th Anniversary Edition
who wish to incorporate those rules, however,
Mother St. Hideous might be best represented as
a 6th or 7th generation Nosferatu Antitribu on the
Path of Evil Revelations (V20: Dread Names, Red
List, p. 121-123), and her use of Rite of the Flayed
God might best represented through use of Horrid
Form (V20, pg. 242).
Abigayle Tsembelis
A Ferectoi raised by a high-ranking South African
international-accounts executive with Circinus Brands
(a Pentex-subsidiary cigarette & tobacco company) and
a parade of his terrified young trophy wives, Abigayle
is beautiful, feral, and utterly devoted to the cause of
exterminating the very last pockets of Gaian Garou
resistance across the wild places of the world.
She considers herself a sort of glamorous, jet-setting,
international big-game hunter, with apartments in
Canada, Mozambique, Tanzania, Namibia, Montenegro,
Uruguay, Belarus, Cambodia, and Argentina; her
greatest love is walking the deep, moonlit dark – far
from the sound from any city – with a high-powered
rifle in-hand and the taste of blood on her lips, beautiful
monsters padding obediently at her side.
Abigayle works with Project Echidna in a number of
roles, primarily as a “field-agent” and unofficial in-
house one-woman First Team: she’s terrifyingly adept at
bringing-in live specimens of big game for the lab-coat
boys to play around with, and she’s the only creature
alive crazy enough to work directly with the absolute
most dangerous monsters Echidna has pumped-out.
One of these days, Miss Tsembelis is going to walk in
the door of a deniable-ops lab, calmly requisition three
unstable man-eating abominations that no one else will
even look at, one reinforced transport helicopter, and
a disposable helicopter pilot… and in the space of one
very ugly weekend, she’s going to solve a Garou-related
problem that’s been bugging the top brass of Pentex for
over a decade.
No wonder Harold Zettler has very quietly gotten her
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quite firmly under his thumb.
Attributes: Strength 5 [Lower Body], Dexterity 5
[Preternatural Grace], Stamina 4 [Tireless],
Charisma 3, Manipulation 5 [Forked Tongue],
Appearance 4 [Exotic],
Perception 4 [Eyes in the Back of Her Head],
Intelligence 4 [Probability Calculation], Wits 4
[Ambushes]
Abilities: Alertness 3, Animal Ken 3, Athletics 3,
Empathy 2, Enigmas 2, Firearms 4 [Assault Rifle],
Intimidation 4 [Physical Threats], Leadership 2, Occult
3, Performance 4 [Body Language], Primal-Urge 4
[Hunting], Rituals 2, Science 3, Stealth 3, Streetwise 4
[Gangs]
Backgrounds: Allies 2, Contacts 4, Resources 5
Fomori Powers: Animal Control, Gifted Fomor (x3),
Immunity to Delirium, Regeneration, Twisted Gifts
(see below)
Formula Pool: 5
Willpower: 7
Equipment: Abigayle Tsembelis always carries a
standard-issue Pentex-manufactured FT-13 heavy
semi-automatic pistol (W20, pg. 303) with two
magazines of basic ammunition and one magazine filled
with silver-tipped rounds, along with a silver-edged
combat knife; while in the field with her “babies,” she
also wears a Pentex-issued Kevlar vest (Armor rating
3, Dexterity penalty 1; not included above), and totes
a Pentex PX-66F assault rifle with six magazines of
ammunition (three standard, three silver).
In addition, Abigayle always has a six-month supply of
Formula Z hidden somewhere very near her.
Her access to other equipment is limited, for the most
part, only by her imagination and the ability of her
doting sponsors to swiftly accommodate her requests.
Fomori Powers:
• Animal Control: Miss Tsembelis may spend
one point of Willpower and roll Manipulation +
Animal Ken (difficulty 6). If successful, she can
force one animal per success anywhere within
120 yards to do as she bids for the remainder of
the scene. Each command must be simple, and
can’t be longer than five words.
• Gifted Fomor: Miss Tsembelis has access to the
Gift: Distractions (W20, pg. 169).
• Gifted Fomor: Miss Tsembelis has access to the
Gift: Pulse of the Prey (W20, pg. 161).
• Gifted Fomor: Miss Tsembelis has access to the
Gift: Strength of Purpose (W20, pg. 167).
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 • Immunity to Delirium: Miss Tsembelis is Z (unless provoked by something so upsetting
immune to the Delirium. that it might cause a Garou with a Rage score
• Twisted Gifts: Miss Tsembelis may select from of 1 to check for frenzy).
any Gift-list (rather than from the Homid, • Zettler’s Secret Sauce: Miss Tsembelis has an
Ahroun, and Black Spiral Dancer lists only) additional Fomori Power (included above).
for use of the Gifted Fomor Fomori Power; • Derangement: Miss Tsembelis suffers from
she may always spend points of temporary extreme paranoia as a result of her abuse of
Willpower (in place of points of Rage or Formula Z: she displaces all manner of ills onto
points of Gnosis) to activate any Gift she imaginary external sources and simply cannot
possesses; similarly, Miss Tsembelis may choose trust other people; the difficulty of all of her
to roll her Willpower (rather than the listed Social die rolls (when dealing with “humans”)
Attribute + Ability, if any) when activating is increased by one. Certain suspicious
any Gift she possesses. She is still limited to behaviors, such as tampering with her food or
selecting Gifts of Level 2 or lower. entering her room without permission, will
trigger a frenzy check. Note that her paranoia
Z-enhanced Fomor: does NOT apply to fomori animals, whom she
• Enhanced Vitality: Miss Tsembelis adds one loves, nor to Harold Zettler: she considers him
die to all Strength-related and Dexterity- a sort of otherworldly master (or even messiah)
related dice rolls; in effect she gains +1 to and obeys him instinctively.
Strength and to Dexterity (already included • Prolonged Life: As long as Miss Tsembelis
above). receives a treatment of Formula Z at least once
• Hideous Strength: Miss Tsembelis can spend a month, she does not age, cannot fall ill, and
cannot die of “natural causes”.
one point from her formula pool to exchange
her extra die of Strength for a single automatic Chaz ‘Brew Dog’ Logan
success on all Strength-related rolls for the
turn. In melee and brawling combat, this Chaz is a visionary.
automatic Strength success is applied as
normal to damage-roll results. I mean, like, all his Tau Upsilon Phi fraternity-
• Formula Pool: Miss Tsembelis possesses brothers – Porn-Stache, Truck-Nutz, DVDA, Puke-
a maximum formula pool of 5 (one + her Bucket, even Fuck-Chewbacca – all totally say so… and
Stamina); she may spend a single point from those bros?
this pool each turn, usually to heal one level of
lethal or bashing damage, to activate a Fomori
Power ability (in place of spending Willpower,
Rage, or Gnosis), or to activate her Hideous
Strength (above). Once per scene, Miss
Tsembelis may heal a single Health Level of
aggravated damage by spending five points
from her formula pool (at a rate of one point
per turn) and a point of Willpower. If Miss
Tsembelis ever has a total formula pool of one
or lower, she loses her bonus die of Dexterity.
Miss Tsembelis may refresh her formula pool
only through receiving doses of Formula Z,
which are usually administered only under
laboratory conditions by trained Panacea
Pharmaceuticals personnel.
• Murderous Instincts: Miss Tsembelis frenzies
just like a Garou. During any particularly
tense scene (such as during combat!), Miss
Tsembelis must succeed at a Willpower
roll whenever she becomes frustrated
or immediately begin suffering violent Those bros are tight, man.
hallucinations. If Miss Tsembelis currently has
a formula pool of one or lower, the difficulties See? It’s like… your boy Chaz isn’t content just being
of all frenzy rolls she makes are lowered by a high-powered six-figure salary RED Network junior-
three, and she doesn’t roll to avoid suffering chief-executive and Associate Assistant-Producer on
hallucinations from an overdose on Formula Mega Cage: TACO NIGHT RAW!
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 Naw, bro.
He has ideas, man. Big ideas. Big, cool, sexy, badass,
rock-star ideas.
Unlike the dull, out-of-touch old stuffed-shirts who
“run” the “company,” Chaz has his finger on the true
pulse of the modern American disaffected suburban
teenager & alienated urban professional twenty-
something: angry, jaded, bored, poor, depressed, lonely,
helpless, hopeless, raised on instant social-media
stardom & anonymous image-board shock-horror, they
crave the extreme.
[Boy-Band Handsome],
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 4 [Getting Away
with Evil Shit]
Abilities: Academics 2, Athletics 3, Brawl 2,
Computer 2, Drive 2, Empathy 2, Etiquette 3, Firearms
2, Intimidation 3, Leadership 3, Melee 1, Subterfuge 3
Backgrounds: Allies 3, Contacts 5, Resources 4
Fomori Powers: Armored Skin, Disguise, Immunity to
Delirium, Tongue of Typhon

People’s faces coming off & homeless people

drowning each other for cash. Yeah. See, your boy • Armored Skin: Chaz can soak (and heal)
Chaz knows what Americans really wanna see when
lethal damage as if it were bashing damage
they click on that sketchy link.
• Disguise: Chaz can hide his true appearance
…and he’s ready to give it to ‘em. Good & hard, with ease, looking exactly as he did before his
right where it hurts. Bane-possession. He can drop the disguise if he
desires, but rarely does so.
And no: it isn’t the same played-out boring-ass • Immunity to Delirium: Chaz is immune to the
“for-profit-prisoners forced into MMA grudge-fights” Delirium.
garbage that his bosses are still peddling, as if we were
• Tongue of Typhon: Chaz has access to the
perpetually stuck in the late 2010s.
Gift: Persuasion (W20, pg. 153).
Jesus. Get with the times, old man.
Willpower: 5
While the stodgy, grey-haired Boomers in the
boardrooms argue about “ratings,” trying to get folks to Equipment: Expensive car; concealed pistol (usually
“tune in” their “television sets” to “the program” like a standard-issue Pentex-manufactured FT-13 heavy
this was Happy Days or some shit, Chaz is busy building semi-automatic pistol [W20, pg. 303] with two
an on-demand, live-streaming, mobile-friendly, ads- magazines of basic ammunition and one magazine filled
free subscription-service empire – powered by dark- with silver-tipped rounds); top-of-the-line smartphone;
web cryptocurrency & off-shore money-laundering, high-end tablet.
where the real cash-grab is in selling-off user-data – for
discerning gentlemen who wanna watch, like, gladiator
games from ancient Rome, man.
But, with, like… hot chicks getting fed to fuckin’
lions & shit.
Chaz recently became aware of Project Echidna,
and of their monster-making mission-statement, and
of their potential for mass human casualty, and he
fell in love instantly… for a definition of “love” that’s
applicable to a narcissistic sociopath date-rapist with
delusions of competence.
He wants to make “sexy single moms with big boobs
fight the Beast From Hell for the promise of $1,000
in tax-free cash” the next big internet sensation, and
– unless someone in the Garou Nation can get their
shit together and stop him – he’ll certainly kill a lot of
people trying to make it happen, bro.
Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 4
[Washboard Abs],
Charisma 4 [Seems Like Such a Good Dude],
Manipulation 5 [Soulful Baby-Blues], Appearance 4
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New Fomori Powers

“I mean, X-Ray Strength, Rainbow Breath, Speed-

Squared and Shame-Vision alone would be enough
to topple most 21st-century Western Economies… and
that ain’t even counting the Nuclear Poop-Vision the
President got ol’ Seth for his birthday last year.”
— Seth Cowie, the Six-Billion Dollar Bastard;
The Authority, Vol. 1, #29)
[Editor’s Note: this chapter is a long list of new perhaps, by the Wyrm’s more-formidable sorcerous
Fomori powers, many that build on each other to legions: Hellcats and Kuko with the Cat-Magic or Fox-
become intricate subsystems. In a lot of ways, this is Magic Merit, respectively (W20 Changing Breeds, pg.
a player’s toolbox as much as a Storytellers... but, it’s 208), Nephandi in service to Malfeas, and the seven
a toolbox for players willing to play Fomori. Tread immortal Apepnu (and their own servants, the Asekh-
carefully with those types of games, but if Freak Legion Sen and Amkhat) have all been observed wielding the
is your thing, roll with it.] dark enchantments found here.
The many powers bestowed upon the Wyrm’s fleshy In general, any entity in service to the Wyrm more
playthings are beyond reason, sanity, or counting: impressive than “some schmuck with a Bane jammed
infinite in their twisted and cancerous variety, alike in him” can score themselves access to a sweet,
only in their malevolence. sweet Fomori Power for a mere 3 XP (the same price
as buying-up a Rank 1 Gift from the Black Spiral
Several of the more horrible ones are below.
Dancer gift-list); each subsequent Fomori Power to be
Majestic & Twisted Enchantments purchased thereafter is the same cost as the last one,
plus +3 XP.
Note that the abhorrent supernatural abilities
detailed below are not – necessarily – unique to the Yes, getting that tenth Fomori Power costs 30 XP.
fomori: as the least of the Wyrm’s earthly forces & Fomori themselves do not have access to this
most disposable of his pawns, several particularly option, because – and this is a very important point to
interesting (and useful) powers exhibited over the remember – it sucks to suck.
millennia by the unending tide of Bane-possessed
mortal flesh they represent have been… acquired,
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Drones & Kami & Gorgons, oh my!
So… sure, fomori may be the most-famous & most-
populous of the so-called “Possessed”.
And they’re definitively the central focus of this
book, which is – arguably – mostly about the animal-
based creations of Project Echidna (or at least it was,
until scope-creep set in; sue me).
But a crafty & cagy Storyteller undoubtedly
remembers the Wyrm, for all his grandiose center-stage
awfulness, hardly has any kind of “monopoly” on the
esoteric practice of hot-gluing spirits spun-out-of-the-
Umbra directly to the facial-area of matter, energy, and
flesh born from the Gaian Realm.
In fact, several of the Powers listed below are highly
appropriate – with, perhaps, a few slight tweaks in
flavor & mechanics – for use by other varieties of
Possessed: a battered old 1950’s-era television with
Grant the Heart’s Blackest Longing, a stuffed-toy
monkey with a Wyld-centric variation of Super-Death
Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding Technique, or a
cardboard cut-out of a pretty lady happily eating soup
(recently escaped from the supermarket) with Distort
Inertia & Nice Guy might be weird, sure… but they’re
hardly the most bizarre Gorgons any group of PCs
could ever hope to encounter.
At the other end of the spectrum, a Drone capable of
generating chain-restraints mechanically identical to
the Agonizing Thorns of the Ebon Maze power or of
converting a disobedient living entity – in whole or in
part – into a block of more “structurally perfect” matter
(with results based on Transmute Flesh to Filth) is
pretty thematically on-the-nose; being able to erupt
with a bio-mechanical Body-Horror Blade or suit of
Heavy Armor is doubly-so… and those Powers also
work for cyborgs!
And, honestly, what kind of Kami doesn’t deserve
Improved Regeneration?
Without question, though, the big winner from this
list is probably Birth-Forth Bane, which can – with a
minimum of difficulty – be re-tooled into Unveil the
Worldly Naturae, Release Special-Purpose Pattern
Spider, and Holy Shit Here Comes a Wyldling,
respectively (listed in reverse order).
And now, the List
Adaptive Regeneration: Injury breeds mutation.
After all, the introduction of entropy to any
system created-by, and essential-to, the continued
performance and well-being of an organism leads – in
all cases – inexorably to death. But some particularly…
“robust” neo-biological systems can exhibit an
absolutely enormous amount of spontaneous, violent
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creativity in terms of survival as they’re torn to
shrieking ribbons.
It’s evolution, baby.
System: The fomor must already possess the
Regeneration (W20, pg. 436) and Improved
Regeneration (below) Fomori Powers before she may
select this Power.
Whenever the fomor suffers damage, she may
choose to spend a point of Willpower (or Rage, if she
wants) as a free reaction to “mark” the specific injury:
identifying the cause of her harm at a sub-cellular
level. Once the marked injury is fully healed, the
fomor automatically rolls Willpower, difficulty 6, as
a free reaction: on a success, she thereafter becomes
highly resistant to further harm of the same type for
the remainder of the scene or for one hour (whichever
comes first).
This resistance usually comes in the form of a new
Fomori Power, selected by the Storyteller: a fomor
caught in the gout of a flamethrower-blast might gain
the Hell’s Hide (W20, pg. 434) Fomori Power, for
example, while a fomor shredded-open with blades,
fangs, bullets, or claws might exhibit the Heavy
Armor (below) or Mega-Stamina Fomori Power (W20,
pg. 435).
If her body decides to just boost her ability to
withstand pain, she might develop the Berserker or
Numbing Power, or even Font of Evil Will (below).
At the Storyteller’s discretion, even stranger
effects are possible: a fomor who is blinded by
an attack might suddenly erupt with dozens
or hundreds of bizarre, insectoid compound
eye-clusters, twitching ear-canals, drooling
inhuman nostrils, and other sensory organs,
for example, blossoming around her head,
bursting-forth from the flesh of her hands &
forearms, rising from her chest, and sprouting
from newly-generated “feeler limbs”. This
suite of novel sensory-tissues allows her to take
actions without suffering any penalty from
blindness… and reduces the difficulty of all her
Perception rolls by 2!
In general, the fomor gains a single new Fomori
Power (or the equivalent), plus one additional new
Fomori Power for every two successes beyond the first
on her Willpower roll: a fomor with three successes
on her Willpower roll would gain two new Powers
until the end of the scene, for example, while a fomor
scoring five successes would gain three new Powers.
Agonizing Thorns of the Ebon Maze: The fomor
may call-forth whispers & ghost-reflections of those
same bindings which forever trap the Wyrm of Balance
in the very heart of Malfeas.
System: The fomor spends one point of Willpower
(or Rage, if she has it), selects one creature she can see
that is not already bound by use of this ability, and rolls
Willpower (difficulty 7); the target may attempt to
resist with a Willpower roll (difficulty 7).
If the fomor wins this contested roll, her target is
wrapped in chains, webs, tentacles, and hideous coils
of wickedly barbed branches drawn-forth from the
depths of Malfeas. While her target is bound in this
way, he cannot move from his current position and
suffers a one-die penalty on all Physical-based rolls for
every two successes (rounded down) achieved by the
fomor. These bindings cause her victim excruciating
agony. A creature bound in this way must succeed at
a Willpower roll, difficulty 6, before she may use any
ability requiring concentration (usually meaning any
ability that can’t be used in Frenzy).
A creature bound in this way can burst free by
acquiring a total number of successes on a series of
Strength checks (difficulty 6) equal to the Willpower
of the fomor over any number of rounds. Checks of this
type are not subject to the penalty on Physical-based
rolls noted above.
Bindings created in this way last one scene, one
hour, or until destroyed (whichever comes first).
Appetite for Obscenity: The boundless hunger of
the Wyrm’s tempestuous champions can be sated
– temporarily – in many strange and unwholesome
ways.
System: The fomor may draw sustenance from any
number of unnatural sources, gaining up to ten points
of Gnosis (if she has it) or Willpower each day from
the consumption of objects thick with corruption and
nightmare resonance. No single object consumed in
this way can provide more than three points of Gnosis
(or Willpower), and most such objects provide only a
single point. Objects to be consumed must be things
associated with depravity, monstrosity, decay, or excess:
the fomor gains no benefit from consuming gravel,
unless it’s from a spot where a mortal was assaulted or
killed.
The fomor can even gain Gnosis from eating normal
human food, so long as she eats it in front of a starving
person; alternatively, she might smear the food with
blood or other bodily fluids first.
The fomor may also gain Gnosis from consuming
murder weapons, stolen wedding rings, rare art, illegal
drugs, human flesh, maggots, vomit, feces, insects,
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bones, suicide notes, ash, and – at the Storyteller’s
discretion – even stranger things: a fomor drinking
water from a swimming pool where a child drowned
would find herself quite refreshed indeed.
This horrid Power is particularly common
among those who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the
shamanistic tradition of Wyrm-magicians trained by
Nightmaster W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
15% CONCENTRATED POWER OF WILL
An astute reader may notice that the majority
of Fomori Powers listed here use a basic Willpower
roll for their activation, as opposed to – for example
– a Dexterity + Occult roll or Perception + Crafts
roll or Appearance + Repair roll (or whatever) to
“make ‘em go boom-sauce”.
This on purpose.
Much like the rules presented within V20:
Rites of the Blood (see The Blood and the Will, pg.
130), this text seeks to make building & running
fomori – above all – SIMPLE: the faster that you,
as a Storyteller, can go from “oooh, that’s a nasty
dick-move” (or “oh crap, I need some fun dispos-
able murder-monsters real quick”) to “yes, and I
also know what dice to roll right now,” the better.
Not having to recall, off the top of your head,
whether a given Power requires the fomor to first
possess a medical doctorate (or a strong background
in theoretical particle physics, or a Masters in
15th-century Italian alchemical practice, or even
how to put on pants) to use their god-awful reali-
ty-shattering mojo with anything approximating a
level of dangerous, Garou-threatening competency…
well, it increases your available simplicity-of-design,
which is always nice.
As always, you – the Storyteller, not “you the
player,” get the fuck out of here with that bullshit
– are the final arbiter of how the corrosive, night-
marish miracles of the Wyrm actually work: if you
feel like the Consume Lacerations, Heavy Armor, or
Improved Regeneration Fomori Power, for example,
should use Intelligence + Medicine (or Stamina
+ Athletics, or Wits + Occult, or even Strength +
Brawl) instead of Willpower, for example, go for it.
You are correct to do so, because it’s your table
and your Chronicle.
Also, you are a total badass.
Hope you’re having fun with the book!
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[Editor’s Note: This following power is the lynchpin
to a multitude of other powers in this chapter.
Imagine it like the center part of a lego set... a sick
twisted lego set.]
Awaken the Baneklaive: The first stirrings
of such foul magic, like the echoes of storm upon
a far-distant mountainside, surely presage the swift
coming of Apocalypse.
System: First off, the fomor needs herself a good ol’-
fashioned Wyrm-dedicated Fetish capable of slicing a
motherfucker open & gutting ‘em like a trout.
This could be as simple as a jagged-edged shard from
a brutally shattered Harmony Flute (W20, pg. 221) –
perhaps not “suitable as a wind instrument”, technically,
though certainly usable as a shiv – but which should, in
all honesty, probably be at least a Fang Dagger (W20,
pg. 224) blessed by a Theurge of the Black Spiral
Dancers, or… I mean, seriously, what’s even the point?
Jesus, people. Have a little class.
Show some decorum.
The ability to actually activate said Fetish is also
required. Please note that “being able to activate a
Fetish” is the exclusive domain of those fomori who also
possesses the Spirit Ties Fomori Power (W20, pg. 479)
or who claim some alternate access to a Gnosis pool
(such as fomor Kinfolk and fallen Fera), which makes
this Power – in technical terms – rare as all living hell.
As always, the Storyteller is the final arbiter
of what Fetishes can (and cannot) be used to
build a Baneklaive. A Wyrm-tainted D’siah
or Labrys of Isthmene is an excellent choice,
while a set of Mirrorshades or a Monkey
Puzzle – no matter how Bane-corrupted it
might be – is right out.
Of course, any serious practitioner of Baneklaive
Sorcery will be doing her absolute damndest to get her
grubby little mitts on a real-live, genuine-&-actual,
honest-to-fuck Baneklaive (W20 Book of the Wyrm,
pg. 184): an object referred-to – quite annoyingly – by
such magicians as a “True Baneklaive”.
This is, sadly, far from being their most odious,
annoying, and most-antisocial habit.
But, at least for the moment – until she can murder
enough people to claim one of those sick grand prizes
for her very own – whatever horrid lil’ piece of ugly,
gore-spattered, semi-sharp Wyrm-tainted flotsam or
ephemera the fomor has got on-hand will do the trick;
in no time at all, she’ll have a nasty, person-stabbing,
so-called “False Baneklaive” of her very own!
…she’d just better hope that no other Wyrm-
magicians spot her ass totin’-around a battered,
murder-stained Poopi Suzi doll with a crack-pipe head
& sharpened legs, or she’ll be the laughing-stock of
the entire international catty-asshole-fomor-wizard
community.

Under the care & direction of Nightmaster,Theurge

and master of the Abyss:W20 Umbra: The Velvet
Shadow p. 46, unfortunately, the artform grows with
every crimson-stained sunrise.
At will, the fomor may choose to spend a point of
Gnosis while holding her awakened, non-dormant
Baneklaive (see below) in-hand; upon doing-so, the
object is thereafter treated as a knife (W20, pg. 302)
that deals aggravated damage for the remainder of the
scene.
While activated in this way, the Baneklaive retains
any other properties or powers the Fetish may normally
possess: a Brush of the Ancients (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 183) can still be used to paint, for example,
but it also functions as a good-quality dude-guttin’
blade for the duration of the scene, thereby sparing the
Storyteller the annoyance of trying to determine what
penalties “using a paintbrush in a knife-fight” should
impose.
The correct answer, in the case of the aforementioned
Brush of the Ancients, is “none, because it’s 100% a
knife that deals aggravated damage right now (in addition to
being a paintbrush).”
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 ANYWAY: the fomor may only “awaken” a
new ceremonial “Baneklaive” in a place marked by
unnatural horror. For various reasons, a Baneklaive
can’t be awakened on consecrated earth or on holy
ground of any kind, and – in most instances – such
an artifact of utter foulness may be wrought-in-full
only in haunted, desolate, shadow-draped, carnage-
splattered places far from the sight & knowledge of
mundane humanity: an abandoned stretch of suburban
sewer where some kids went missing back in the 70s,
for example, in the “experimental unnecessary surgery
wing” of a rotting mental hospital, or in the gleaming,
opulent penthouse apartment of a prolific serial-killer.
A true Pit (or no-bullshit Nephandic Node) is, of
course optimal. If no such location happens to be
available, the fomor can try to make-do in a filthy gas-
station bathroom, just off the interstate, where meth
is readily exchanged for humans-as-property & at least
one guy has died.
Once a suitable site of nightmarish consecration
has been selected, the fomor can get to work. The
awakening of a Baneklaive requires seven hours of
uninterrupted work each every twenty-four hour
cycle for a period of one full week, usually – but not
necessarily— performed over the course of seven nights.
At the end of each hour of ritual dance & prayer, the
would-be-magician must expend one of the following
into the slowly-awakening Fetish:
• a point of Gnosis
• a point of Willpower
• a full pint of fresh, vital bodily fluids (from any
source, it doesn’t matter)
At the end of each seven-hour ritual-block, the
fomor performs a roll in an extended Willpower
challenge (difficulty 7; difficulty 6 if she’s using a Pit or
a Nephandic Node). After all seven of these rolls have
been made, the fomor combines her successes: if they
total 21 or more (requiring, on average, 3 successes
from each ritual-block), a new Baneklaive is fully
awakened.
There’s no penalty for failure to awaken a new
Baneklaive.
It’s just annoying & time-consuming.
And it wastes good pig-blood.
That shit ain’t cheap.
Once awakened, the freshly-empowered Fetish
remains in this state – alive, alert, and bonded forever
to its fomor creator – until destroyed.
That said, an awakened Baneklaive does require
upkeep: once per month, the Fetish must be plunged
into a living sacrifice (optimally, this is a helpless
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human) in an obscene, agonizing ritual that takes at
least one hour to complete; upon killing her latest
victim, the fomor re-commits herself to the twisted
power of her awakened Fetish by expending another
seven points of Gnosis, Willpower, or pints of vital
bodily fluid – which, this time, can’t come from the
sacrificial victim – onto the Fetish.
After completing the sacrifice, the fomor rolls her
Willpower (difficulty 6; difficulty 5 if she’s using
a Pit or a Nephandic Node), with the following
adjustments:
• If the sacrifice was a member of an endangered
species, like a koala or a giant panda, the
creature counts as a human (no change to the
difficulty).
• If the sacrifice was a supernatural creature
– such as a fellow fomor, a member of the
Kinfolk, a leech’s ghoul, a creature with True
Faith, or something similar – the base difficulty
is decreased by one (to difficulty 5; difficulty 4
if she’s using a Pit or a Nephandic Node)
• If the sacrifice was a particularly powerful
supernatural entity – like a member of the
Fera – the difficulty is further decreased by one
per Rank of the sacrifice (difficulty 4 for a
Cliath Garou, for example; difficulty 3 if she’s
using a Pit or a Nephandic Node). So, hey…
best of luck catching & restraining that Elder,
friend-o!
• If the sacrifice was a large, non-supernatural
mammal – like a horse or a bull – the base
difficulty is instead increased by one (to 7).
• If she’s feeling cocky, the fomor can try
sacrificing something as simple as a dog, a goat,
or a pig, which increases the difficulty by two
(to difficulty 8).
• In an emergency, the fomor might even try
sacrificing a cat, an owl, a serpent, or another
iconic “witch’s familiar” animal – like a raven
– which increases the difficulty by three (to
difficulty 9).
• In theory, a sufficiently huge quantity of rats &
cockroaches could feed the fomor’s Baneklaive
(at difficulty 10), but this… seems like a bad
idea?
On a success, the fomor’s Baneklaive comes out of
(or remains out of) dormancy; the fomor also gains one
point of temporary Willpower or Gnosis, her choice,
per extra success on this roll.
If the fomor fails at this upkeep roll, her Baneklaive
falls dormant until the full ritual sacrifice is performed
again – properly, this time – which usually means
waiting another month & retrying.
If the fomor botches the roll, the Baneklaive instead
takes her as its due sacrifice.
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 This, uh… in theory, might be survivable? By some
creatures?
If so, it most certainly hasn’t been survived by any
recorded practitioners thus far.
Once she’s got herself a fancy-schmancy new
Baneklaive to her name – all awakened & attuned to
her soul and shit – the fomor may freely draw from her
Baneklaive’s wellspring of vile spiritual power: each
week, her Baneklaive generates a number of points
of Essence equal to twice the base Level of the Fetish
used as a chassis to build the damn thing: a Harmony
Flute (Level One) spits out 2 points of fresh Essence
each week, a Fang Dagger (Level Three) gives 6 points
of Essence each week, and an actual I-shit-you-not
True Baneklaive pukes up motherfucking ten points of
Essence each week.
This pool empties at the end of each week; all
unspent points of Essence are thereby wasted.
While her Baneklaive is in-hand, the fomor may pull
from her Baneklaive’s free-floating Essence to refresh
her temporary Willpower or her temporary Gnosis
at a one-to-one rate: she drains one point of Essence
from her Baneklaive for each point of temporary
Willpower or temporary Gnosis she chooses to regain.
She can also “recharge the battery” of her Baneklaive
with fresh Essence (up to a maximum of what her
Baneklaive automatically generates each week) if she
comes across a source of free Willpower or Gnosis in
excess of what her body can handle – such as through
the Appetite for Obscenity Fomori Power (above) or
the Soul-Eating Special Property of a Body-Horror
Blade (below) – and she can even casually convert one
type of spiritual power into another on-the-fly: pouring
a point of temporary Willpower into her Baneklaive,
increasing its Essence by one, then draining a point of
Essence back out of the Baneklaive to gain a point of
temporary Gnosis.
There’s no limit to how many points of Essence
she can exchange in this way at any given time and
performing an exchange neither requires focus or an
action of any kind.
At the Storyteller’s discretion, a fomor wielding an
awakened, non-dormant Baneklaive may have a few …
extra options when activating certain Fomori Powers.
A quintet of such blasphemous twists of spirit-magic
are detailed below, beneath five specific Powers –
Body-Horror Blade, Dance Behind the Shroud
of Sanity, Freakish Speed, Obtain Meat-Suit, and
Traveler in Nightmare – that can be boosted.
These special Baneklaive Augment rules are entirely
optional, meant only to give the Storyteller another set
of fun, scary toys to play with.
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An awakened, non-dormant Baneklaive radiates foul
energies similar to the vast, sick roil of rot & balefire
at the heart of a full-on Pit; such an object is, in many
ways, basically a mobile Wyrm Caern – complete with
a resident Totem-Bane! – that the fomor can tuck
in her back pocket and/or use to stab people. This,
of course, provides the would-be-dark-lord with any
number of advantages; flip side of the coin, such an
object is glaringly obvious to those tuned-in to this sort
of thing: the difficulty to detect the fomor – or her
lingering presence – using the Gift: Sense Wyrm is
reduced by an amount equal to the number of points of
Essence currently stored in her Baneklaive (minimum
difficulty of 3).
I guess something about totin’-around a pocketful
of pure Wyrm-taint just attracts all the wrong kinds
of attention from all the worst kinds of people, from
Gaian-aligned Garou who want to eviscerate you all
the way down to Black Spiral Dancers who want to
eviscerate you.
Weird.
A fomor may awaken any number of Baneklaives,
but only one such object may exist out-of-dormancy
at any given time. All other Baneklaives the fomor
has awakened automatically fall dormant – ready to
be called back into service with but a single sacrificial
rite – whenever she performs the upkeep ritual for her
current “favored” Baneklaive.
The fomor may also cause any awakened, non-
dormant Baneklaive she carries to fall dormant at
any time, at will, as a free action: when employed to
avoid detection by a member of the Fera with the
Gift: Sense Wyrm, this technique is the metaphysical
equivalent of opening all the windows in your van &
trying to fan-out all the weed-smoke real quick-like as
you’re getting pulled over.
Hey, it might work!
Last, but most certainly not least, a fomor who’s
bonded to an awakened Baneklaive – whether that shit
is dormant or not – may increase her Gnosis Trait via
the expenditure of experience points… rather than
through re-buying the goddamn Spirit Ties Power
over-&-over.
The fomor’s base cost in XP is always current
Gnosis-rating x 3 points, rather than x2 (like it is for
Fera; W20, pg. 244), but use of an attuned Baneklaive
makes it even vaguely possible.
Birth-Forth Bane: The greatest horror – the truest
majesty of the Wyrm – lurks not in the physical world,
but in those nightmare-realms beyond mere flesh and
blood, wood and stone. As such, the power to tear-
aside the Gauntlet which separates these realities,
acting as a living gateway to Malfeas, remains one of
the most fearsome tools in the arsenal of the Wyrm’s
legions.
System: The fomor may cause a Bane (W20, pg.
441-448) to manifest in the Gaian Realm, much as if
that Bane possessed the Materialize Charm (W20, pg.
366; see also Mage the Ascension 20th Anniversary
Edition pg. 493); more specifically, the physically-real
Wyrm-entity emerges directly from the fomor’s body:
crawling out of her mouth, spilling from an open
wound, or tearing its way into the world from another
orifice entirely.
Witnessing the birth of a Bane into physical reality
incites Delirium.
To activate this ability, the fomor spends one point
of Willpower (or Gnosis, if she wants to) and makes a
Willpower roll (difficulty 8).
Some type of foul spirit must be present on the
other side of the Gauntlet for this Power to
function. It’s less than useless while assaulting
a sacred Garou caern, for example, and
only 100% reliable in areas where the local
Penumbra is a full-on Blight or Hellhole. As
such, most fomori with this Power also possess
the Power Twisted Gifts (below) and the
Gift: Call of the Wyrm (W20, pg. 169)…
although such abilities aren’t technically a
prerequisite.
A summoned Bane – before adjustments, see below
– stands approximately two-to-four feet tall, has two
dots in each Physical Attribute, one dot in each
Mental Attribute, zero dots in all Social Attributes, no
Abilities, four Health Levels, a Rage of zero, a Gnosis
of zero, a Willpower of 1, and is limited in combat to
basic strikes (such as punches & body-tackles).
The number of successes achieved by the fomor on
her roll, however, can greatly increase the raw power-
level of the Bane called-forth from the other side of the
Gauntlet: a single success on the roll to activate this
Power grants the Storyteller a total of 13 Bane Points
to spend on the menu below; each success beyond the
first on this activation roll adds 1 extra Bane Point to
the Storyteller’s budget.
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BANE ENHANCEMENTS MENU
• 1 Bane point per additional dot of any
Attribute
• 1 Bane point per 2 dots of Abilities
• 1 Bane point per three dots of Rage, Gnosis, or
Willpower (may be divided as the Storyteller
desires)
• 1 Bane point per 5 points of Merits
• 1 Bane point per additional Health Level;
for each Health Level gained in this way, the
Bane grows by about a foot: a Bane with seven
Health Levels is approximately five-to-seven
feet tall, while a Bane with ten Health Levels
is eight-to-ten feet tall. Banes that stand ten
or more feet tall can make use of Combat
Maneuvers like Jaw Shear, Swallow Whole,
and Great Bite (W20 Changing Breeds, pg.
213-215) if they have the means – meaning
“claws & fangs” – to do so.
• 2 Bane points: any one Fomori Power
• 1-5 Bane points: any Gift from any Gift-list,
one Bane point per Level of the Gift
Oh, and the Storyteller can spend one additional
Bane Point for each Health Level of bashing damage
the fomor willingly chooses to accept when the Bane is
born.
This special damage cannot be soaked.
Note that while a simple failure on this summoning-
roll just means that the fomor can’t find a Bane within
effective range of her call – or, at the very least, can’t
find one willing to cash-in on a free round-trip ticket
to the Gaian Realm – a botch on the roll results in the
fomor accidentally drawing the attention of a wicked
spirit-critter too big & ugly for her Power (and quite
possibly for her body) to handle: the Bane rips into
the world through the “sudden weak point in the
Gauntlet”– the fomor – with a set of 13 Bane Points,
plus an extra helping of 1d10 Bane Points.
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 These special extra-bonus Bane Points arise from
Health Levels of unsoakable bashing damage, dealt
directly to the fomor.
The Bane spends the remainder of the round, during-
which it’s summoned, physically pulling-free of the
fomor’s flesh-forged Penumbra-interface. If it has Rage
(or something similar), it can spend such a resource
immediately upon being summoned to take an action
(technically, an EXTRA action) at the very end of the
round (W20, pg. 266).
Otherwise, the Bane is pretty clearly busy.
The newly-summoned Bane thereafter rolls for its
own initiative (instead of using the fomor’s), starting at
the very top of the next round.
The Storyteller, not the fomor, builds the Bane. The
fomor, in fact, merely serves as a warm, wet portal for
the Wyrm-spirit to force its way into physical reality: in a
heavily-polluted urban sprawl, the fomor might very well
summon a H’ruggling or a Wakshaani, for example… but
she can’t choose which specific variety of Wyrm Elemental
will step across the Gauntlet, nor can she send the evil spirit
back home early if she accidentally lets one in she doesn’t
like.
Once the Bane has been summoned, well… here’s
the tricky part.
Controlling a Bane is a task significantly more-easily-
accomplished in theory than it is in actual practice;
additionally, the more powerful the Bane, the more
difficult it is to wrangle the goddamn thing. At any
time after a newly-summoned Bane appears on this side
of the Gauntlet, the summoning fomor may choose
to roll Manipulation + Occult (difficulty equal to the
number of successes scored on the initial summoning-
roll + 4) as a regular action; if the fomor wants to try
this at the exact same time she’s already got a Bane
literally coming out of her, uh… she’s probably gonna
have to split her dice-pool.
Anyway, the number of successes achieved by the
fomor on this special roll determines the total degree of
so-called “control” she can manage to exert over the
Bane:
• Botch: The Bane immediately attacks the
fomor.
• Failure: The Bane rips free of any control; it
may attack anyone it desires or sprint off into
the night.
• 1 success: The Bane acts as it pleases, but it
does not attack its summoner.
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• 2 successes: The Bane behaves favorably
toward its summoner and will perform a simple
service (such as “kill that guy”) in exchange
for the promise of future payment: often
committing a certain specific act of violence,
defilement, or self-debasement in a certain
place at a certain time – as determined by the
Storyteller – in a way that “feeds” the Bane.
In general, this means performing some minor
ritual action, which is invariably some ugly
combination of unpleasant, illegal, destructive,
and immoral (roll 1d10 or make some shit up):
1. loudly repeat a specific cruel lie to at
least seven listeners between the hours
of at 3:33 AM and 4:44 AM
2. transcribe a short message (which will
be dictated to you in a nightmare), and
hand-deliver it to a particular address
3. watch a specific person, chosen by
the Bane, for 1d10+3 hours during
a specific day within the next week;
it’s totally okay with the Bane (if not
with the target) if the target spots you
watching them, but don’t let the target
leave your sight
4. shoplift a single specific item and leave
it in a specific nearby place within 24
hours
5. sit on a specific rooftop at some point
within one week and kill every single
one of a specific kind of animal (such
as pigeons or rats) that you see within
a three-hour period
6. cook a sumptuous meal, a task
requiring a minimum of three hours,
and leave it in a specific place at a
specific time – usually in a sewer –
within the next week
7. create an art-object, a task requiring a
minimum of one hour, and leave it in
the home of a specific person (chosen
by the Bane) known to you without
being seen by anyone
8. burn a book and smear the ashes on
the door of a specific person, chosen
by the Bane
9. stand completely naked (but not
unarmed) at a specific spot at midnight
10. push someone – anyone, doesn’t
matter who – into traffic within one
week
• 3 successes: The Bane performs any
 one service for the fomor it is capable of
completing within one minute (such as “get
me inside this building” or “kill all those guys”)
in exchange for the promise of future payment,
as above.
• 4 successes: The Bane performs any one task
for the fomor that it is capable of completing
in the space of one hour (such as “get me
back to a First Team facility” or “bring me the
phone of the guy in this picture”) in exchange
for the promise of future payment, as above.
• 5+ successes: The Bane performs any one task
that the fomor asks of it, even one that may
take several hours to complete (such as “go
to this address, enter without being seen, and
bring me the ring worn by the well-dressed
gentleman in the basement”) or that might
risk its physical safety in exchange for the
promise of future payment, as above.
Even if the fomor flat-out botches her control-roll,
the fomor can always attempt a new control-roll
(requiring another action) each turn. Each control-
roll after the first increases the difficulty by +1, which
stacks: if the difficulty on the first control-roll is 6, for
example, the second one is difficulty 7, the third roll is
difficulty 8, and the fourth roll is difficulty 9.
A botch, nastily, amps-up the next control-roll
difficulty by +2 (instead of +1) while also causing the
Bane to very specifically attack the fomor.
The only reason the fomor can’t attempt to reign-in
her Bane is if the now-corporeal spirt:
a) sprints, cackling, into the night to gleefully
commit an enormous variety of war-crimes just a
little bit too quickly for the fomor to follow, or…
b) it pulls all of the fomor’s vital organs & life-
giving juices out of the fomor’s body, thereby
causing the fomor to die.
Or she can decide to make a deal …
A summoned Bane remains in the Gaian Realm
for a number of scenes or hours – whichever comes
first – equal to (the total Willpower of the summoner
+ the Willpower of the Bane) before returning safely
to the Umbra; if the Bane’s temporary physical form
is destroyed before this time, it immediately falls into
Slumber (just as if it had lost all of its Essence in the
spirit-realm) upon being banished back across the
Gauntlet.
Sample Banes
Each of the Banes below was created with a budget
of 13 Bane Points. Any fomor who achieves
a greater number of successes than the barest
minimum (or who willingly accepts a few Health
Levels of bashing damage) during a summoning
will, by necessity, summon a more potent spirit.
Hogling (Smog Elemental)
Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 6, Stamina 3,
Charisma 0, Manipulation 0, Appearance 0,
Perception 1, Intelligence 1, Wits 1
Abilities: none
Willpower: 1
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 0 (three soak dice, total)
Attack: Bite (Strength +1 aggravated), claw (Strength
+1 aggravated)
Fomori Powers: Claws and Fangs, Mega-Dexterity
[already included above]

Making a control-roll doesn’t otherwise cost Gifts: Sky Running (W20, pg. 201)
anything: just time, focus, and the risk of botching
the roll like a chump (thereby drawing the Bane’s
attention as a fun target for violence while also giving
the next roll’s difficulty a solid +2 boost).
If she wants, a fomor with the Spirit Ties Fomori
Power (W20, pg. 479) or some alternate access to a
Gnosis pool (such as a fomor Kinfolk or fallen Fera)
can spend a point of aforementioned Gnosis to make a
control-roll as a free reaction rather than as an action;
alternatively, she can spend the point of Gnosis to
reduce the difficulty of her control-roll by 2.
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Serpent-in Steel, Knight of Blazing Hatred
Attributes: Strength 6, Dexterity 3, Stamina 5,

Charisma 0, Manipulation 0, Appearance 0,

Perception 1, Intelligence 1, Wits 1

Abilities: Melee 2

Willpower: 4

Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5,

Incapacitated

Armor Rating: 0 (five soak dice, total, before use of

Heavy Armor)

Attack: Sword of Saint Abhorra Ascendant (Strength

+3 aggravated)

Fomori Powers: Body-Horror Blade: Flesh-Devouring

(see below), Exoskeleton [already included above],
Heavy Armor (see below)

Blight Child
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2,

Charisma 0, Manipulation 0, Appearance 0,

Perception 1, Intelligence 1, Wits 3

Abilities: Occult 2

Willpower: 6

Rage: 7

Health Levels: OK, -1, -2, -2, Incapacitated

Armor Rating: 0 (two soak dice, total)

Fomori Powers: Agonizing Thorns of the Ebon Maze

(see above)

Gifts: Bolt (W20 Changing Breeds, pg. 133)

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Nocturna (Night Hag)
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2,
Charisma 2, Manipulation 2, Appearance 2,
Perception 1, Intelligence 1, Wits 3
Abilities: Empathy 2
Willpower: 1
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5,
Incapacitated
Armor Rating: 0 (two soak dice, total)
Attack: Kiss (Strength -1 bashing, see below)
Fomori Powers: Illusions, Pustulent Kiss, Siren’s Veil
• Illusions: (see below)
• Pustulent Kiss: The difficulty to walk up and
kiss an unaware, helpless, or interested target is
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only 4; the difficulty to kiss an active opponent
in melee combat is 7. If the Nocturna inflicts
at least one Health Level of damage with her
kiss, the infectious waste dripping from her
lips inflicts Strength +2 dice of aggravated
damage; this special damage cannot be soaked.
However, any use of the Gift: Resist Toxin
(W20, pg. 174) entirely negates this additional
damage.
• Siren’s Veil: A Nocturna adds two to each of
her Social Attributes (included above); at will,
a Nocturna may roll Appearance + Empathy
against a difficulty of a target’s Willpower to
appear as their literal ideal mate, even radically
changing her apparent age and gender. If this
roll fails, the Nocturna simply appears to be
an attractive dark-haired woman. Use of any
supernatural ability by the Nocturna shatters
her illusion instantly.
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Blood-Drinkin’: Like some kinda big-screen horror-
movie-ass vampire mofo you can really dig the hell out
of a tasty human snacky-treat, baby.
System: The fomor can perform the Bite combat
maneuver: this inflicts Strength -1 dice of bashing
damage (unless the fomor has big, nasty, sharp-pointy
teeth from another source).
After biting a human, the fomor can choose to
drain blood from her victim as a free reflexive action,
and she may then spend that blood to gain an extra
action or to heal her wounds, as per an Ananasi (W20
Changing Breeds, pg. 60). Her maximum blood pool
is 5, she may reflexively drain a single point of blood
from a grabbed, grappled, clinched, or held (W20 pg.
299) victim per turn – inflicting a single Health Level
of unsoakable lethal damage per point drained – and
she may spend one point of blood per turn; for obvious
reasons, the fomor may also reflexively drain a single
point of blood each turn from a helpless, dazed or
immobilized (W20 pg. 249) victim.
A fomor who decides to “go to town” on a victim
may choose to also spend her regular action sucking,
allowing her to drain a second point of blood in the
same round; doing so may require her to spend blood
(or Rage, or to split her dice-pools) if she wants to
anything else the same round.
Blood Glutton: Yum.
System: The fomor must already possess the Blood-
Drinkin’ Fomori Power, above, before she may select
this Power.
The fomor’s maximum blood pool increases to 10;
her Appearance score drops by 1 for each blood point
beyond the 5th she holds in her system at any given
time.
If the fomor’s Appearance drops to zero because of
this, she (temporarily) becomes observably inhuman
in some unique & hideous way: her skin might burn a
brilliant & vivid scarlet, for example, while her body
temperature rises to a blazing 111 degrees Fahrenheit
(44 degrees Celsius), her gut distends unnaturally, and
her eyes shine a putrescent yellow.
Fomori with this Power exhibit all manner of
grotesque body-deformations, including mosquito
wings that produce a cacophonous droning noise
(but that don’t actually lift the fomor off the ground),
constellations of solid-black spider-eyes, huge hairless
twitching bat-ears, and drooling lamprey-maws. These
temporary “enhancements” are distributed seemingly
at-random, in particularly unwholesome & disturbing
places around the body, with little regard to the
niceties of “bilateral symmetry”
This special Fomori Power may be selected multiple
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SNACK-TIME WITH YOUR CHEF, THE
WYRM, OR “HOW MUCH BLOOD OL’ BOY
GOT IN ‘IM ‘ERE?”
Baseline normal humans find themselves light-
headed – much as if they had just donated a pint of
blood – after the removal of a single blood point,
and two blood points is often considered to be the
maximum amount that can be removed “safely”
from an adult human. Taking three or more points
of blood from a human is dangerous (in some cases
lethal) to the victim, risking hospitalization; taking
five blood points from an average human will kill
him (unless he receives immediate medical care,
and even then it’s a bit iffy)… while taking any more
than that will murder a human deader than disco.
For humans, losing a blood point means
suffering a Health Level of lethal damage; if the
fomor decides to drain a victim completely, an
average human holds about ten points of blood.
For victims that are mere Extras (W20, pg. 254),
assume that a creature “killed” through blood-drain
– ‘cuz they lost four blood points, and thus took
four Health Levels of damage – is out of the fight,
but could conceivably be revived by an ally if the
fomor stops there.
Of course, the fomor might also decide to just
drink-down all ten blood points, over five-to-ten
rounds, ‘cuz they’re yummy. Getting those last few
drops occasionally requires a little bit of squeezing.
Bring a straw!
times, and its effects stack; each time this Power is
selected, the fomor’s maximum blood pool further
increases by 5: if this Power is selected a second time,
for example, she gains a maximum blood pool of 15.
Blood-Parched: Some folks are just… extra thirsty,
you know?
System: The fomor must already possess the Blood-
Drinkin’ Fomori Power, above, before she may select
this Power.
The fomor may reflexively drain three points of
blood (rather than one) from a victim each turn. The
fomor may additionally choose to spend a regular
action – potentially requiring her to spend blood, to
spend Rage, or to split her dice-pools – to drain a fourth
point of blood in the same round.
 The fomor’s abhorrent, alien physiology becomes
highly dependent on this sustenance: every 24 hours,
the fomor loses a single blood point from her pool as
the scarlet material is metabolized into her unnatural,
Bane-tainted flesh. A fomor who loses a point of blood
in this way doesn’t need to eat (or to drink water)
for the next 24 hours … but may still do so if she so
chooses.
Much like an Ananasi (W20 Changing Breeds, pg.
60), a fomor with this Power suffers no real penalties
for having an empty blood pool, but many freaks
develop a horrid secondary Derangement related
to their alien biomechanics. A fomor so afflicted is
wracked with desire to consume hot blood from fresh,
living, human (non-fomor) sources, and must expend
a point of Willpower – whenever presented with a
clear opportunity to feed upon a novel victim – to
avoid doing-so, violently, to the exclusion of all other
tasks, responsibilities, and duties. A fomor with a
“topped-off” blood pool, however, may freely ignore
this compulsion: saving her spicy Willpower points for
later.
Fomori exhibiting this type of “harmless
idiosyncrasy” are usually segregated together in
specialty night-fighting First Team units, kept well
away from baseline-human Pentex assets.
Body-Horror Blade: Although uncommon in the
modern day, since ancient times the foot-soldiers of
the Wyrm have wielded terrible instruments of pure
annihilation drawn directly from their sizzling flesh.
System: The fomor spends a point of Willpower
(or Rage, if she has it), suffers one unsoakable Health
Level of aggravated damage, and rolls her Willpower,
difficulty 7.
Baneklaive Augment: A fomor wielding
her awakened, non-dormant Baneklaive may
spend a point of Gnosis in place of spending a
point of Willpower or Rage when she activates
this Power; if she does so, her weapon grows
from her Baneklaive (rather than from her
body) and she does not suffer a Health Level of
aggravated damage.
On a success, the fomor draws-forth her weapon
instantly; on a failure, she begins pulling her weapon
free but must wait three full turns before the weapon is
fully ready: the jagged teeth of her meat-chainsaw are
still growing-in, for example, or the hilt of her chitin-
forged katana has fully sprouted from her sternum…
but the razored edge is still inextricably enmeshed in
her circulatory system.
The fomor is free to act normally during this time:
she does not need to spend further actions “drawing”
the weapon as it slowly emerges from her. The fomor
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may – should she fail on her activation-roll – choose
to pull her weapon free early but doing so prevents
her from regaining her lost Health Level of aggravated
damage when the effect of this Power ends (see below).
On a botch, the point of Willpower is spent and the
Health Level of aggravated damage is dealt, but the
fomor can’t force her weapon to emerge from her for
the rest of the scene.
If the fomor achieves three or more successes on the
activation roll for this Power, she reduces all difficulties
to use the weapon in combat by one.
With five or more successes on her activation roll,
the fomor may additionally re-roll a single attack or
damage roll made with the weapon during the same
scene.
When this Power is fully activated, the fomor gains
use of a single melee weapon of her choice.
This hideous object, pulled from her body, may be
crawling with maggots, covered with screaming faces
contorted in hellish agony, or spark with the obsidian
lightning of deepest Malfeas: in all instances, the mere
sight of such a weapon incites the Delirium. Weapons
of this kind take many forms, from elegant death-
dealing katanas carved of Thunderwyrm-chitin to
massive claymores studded with weeping human eyes,
from titan-sized warhammers cut from rotten meat, still
dripping with viscera, to jagged-bone flesh-chainsaws
that continually spray blood – and less-identifiable
fluids – as they scream affronts to Gaia.
This weapon deals Strength + 1 aggravated damage,
is difficulty 5 to use in close combat, and gains a single
Special Property of the fomor’s choice from the list
below.
In general, this Special Property is chosen when the
Power is gained and is the same each time the weapon
is drawn. However, a focused fomor may attempt to
re-shape her internal weapon with a Wits + Occult
roll, difficulty 8, in a painful drug-fueled ritual that
requires at least an hour of prolonged concentration in
a haunted space consecrated to the Wyrm. Success on
this roll deals one Health Level of unsoakable bashing
damage to the fomor, failure deals a level of unsoakable
lethal damage, and a botch (as might be expected)
deals a level of unsoakable aggravated damage.
This grotesque weapon merges once again with the
fomor’s body at the end of the scene or after one hour,
whichever comes first; the fomor may choose, at that
time, to expend an additional point of Willpower
(or Rage) to maintain her weapon’s existence for
one additional hour or for one additional scene, as
appropriate.
The fomor may always choose to reabsorb her
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weapon at any time as a free reflexive action.
If this weapon is removed from the grasp of the
fomor early, it decays to bits of cartilage, rot, and
infected, bubbling ooze at the end of the round… then
erupts once more from the fomor’s body – appearing in
her hands, ready to use – immediately before her next
action.
When the fomor absorbs her weapon back into her
body and ends the use of this Power, she instantly
regenerates her lost Health Level of aggravated
damage… unless the weapon was drawn from her body
early after a failure on her activation roll, as noted
above.
This special Fomori Power may be gained multiple
times; each time it is selected, the fomor adds one
additional Special Property, chosen from the list below,
to her weapon.
Body-Horror Blade Special Property Menu:
• Bathed in Power: Choose any two Fomori Powers
(other than Body-Horror Blade, for the love of
god). When her weapon is fully in-hand, the
fomor may gain one of these Powers by activating
it; activating the other Power causes her to
“switch-out” the currently weapon-bound Power
for the other. The fomor may activate either
Power in one of three ways:
o use a normal action (no roll required)
o spend a point of Willpower (or Rage) as a
free reflexive action
o take the life of a living creature with the
weapon (allowing her to activate a Power
instantly, for free, without spending an
action or splitting her dice-pool)
• Bone-Crunching: Immediately after the weapon
successfully deals damage (a minimum of one
Health Level, after soak) the victim must succeed
at a free Willpower roll (difficulty 6) or suffer the
effects of being stunned (W20, pg. 292) until the
end of his next round: unable to take any action
except to stumble around dazed, with all attack
rolls against him at -2 difficulty. The expenditure
of a point of Willpower by the victim reduces
this stun to a mere two-dice penalty on all rolls
for the round, while spending an actual point of
Rage negates the stun-effect for the round entirely.
The fomor may also “boost” her stun by spending
a point of Willpower (or Rage) immediately after
the victim soaks: when she does so, the stun lasts
for three turns (instead of one), the victim reduces
the duration of the stun by one round per success
on his Willpower roll, and the victim’s difficulty
on her upcoming roll increases to 8.
• Bullet-Vomiting: The weapon may also be freely
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wielded as a Semi-Automatic Shotgun (W20, pg.
303) with unlimited ammunition; when wielded
in this way, the weapon deals lethal damage
(rather than aggravated). The fomor chooses one
Special Ammunition Type from the list below
when this Special Property is selected:
o Acid-Drenched Thunderwyrm-Teeth: When
used as a shotgun, the weapon deals -4 dice
of base damage but deals aggravated damage
(rather than lethal); a creature struck by a
blast from the weapon suffers an additional 2
dice of aggravated damage, soaked separately,
the following round (difficulty 6 to soak).
o Jagged-Razor Bone-Slivers: When used as
a shotgun, the weapon deals -1 die of base
damage but automatically ignores up to
three points of armor. This specific Special
Ammunition Type may be selected multiple
times, and its effects stack: a weapon with
Jagged-Razor Bone-Slivers [x3], for example,
deals -3 dice of base damage and ignores up to
nine points of armor. The fomor may always
choose to apply a smaller number of “doses” of
this Special Ammunition Type to an attack, if
she desires.
o Nasty, Sharp, and Pointy: When used as
a shotgun, the weapon deals +1 die of base
damage. This specific Special Ammunition
Type may be selected multiple times, and its
effects stack: a weapon with Acid-Drenched-
Thunderwyrm-Teeth & Nasty, Sharp, and
Pointy [x2], for example, deals -2 dice of
base shotgun damage, aggravated; the target
then suffers 2 dice of aggravated damage (as
normal) the following round.
o ‘Splodin’ Tumor-Loogie: When used as
a shotgun, the weapon deals -2 dice of
base damage to its primary target; when its
projectile detonates, however, it then deals [-1
die/2 yards out] of lethal damage to everything
else in the area: this means 6 dice of lethal to
the first target, 5 dice to everything within
two yards, 4 die to everything within four
yards, and so-on all the way down to one die
of lethal damage to anyone 10 yards away
from the target (assuming that the blast
doesn’t have any other Special Ammunition
Types applied to it that increase the base
damage of the shot).
o Synaptic Reshuffling: This unique Special
Ammunition Type may only be added to
a ‘Splodin’ Tumor-Loogie shot; when the
projectile detonates, it also scrambles &
 disjoins the mental processes of every living
creature within ten yards of the detonation-
point. Every thinking creature caught in
this blast gains all the “benefits” of the
Tele-Psychosis Fomori Power, below, for the
remainder of the scene, and their “free mind-
reading” roll goes off a total of three times
during the scene. Anyone in the area gets
an immediate Willpower roll (difficulty 6).
Each success on this roll reduces the number
of involuntary mind-reading occurrences by
one, and four or more successes cancels the
brain-scrambling effect entirely (thereby
also sparing the victim any distractions
from ambient mental static). A botch on
this Willpower roll, however, results in the
victim performing an involuntary mind-
reading on someone within ten yards every
round... at least, that is, until they hit frenzy
or go unconscious. This specific Special
Ammunition Type may be selected multiple
times, and its effects stack. Each time it’s
selected, the difficulty of the Willpower roll
to shrug-off the psychic assault increases by
+1, the area of effect increases in size by +5
yards in radius, and the number of involuntary
mind-reading occurrences suffered by the
victim increases by one. A weapon with
Synaptic Reshuffling [x3], for example, hits
every thinking creature within twenty yards
of the detonation-point, each creature’s “free
mind-reading” roll goes off a total of five times
during the scene. Each creature so affected
gets a Willpower roll (difficulty 8), and six
or more successes are required to cancel the
brain-scrambling effect entirely.
o Tumor Full of Infected Waste: This unique
Special Ammunition Type may only be added
to a ‘Splodin’ Tumor-Loogie shot. When the
projectile detonates, it also coats everything
within ten yards of the detonation-point with
a thick layer of bubbling biohazardous sludge,
which very rapidly begins filling the same area
with toxic gas. Direct expose to the sizzling
liquid deals 2 dice of lethal damage each turn,
on the target’s action, until it’s washed-off,
while exposure to the fumes deals 2 more
dice of lethal damage each turn (also on the
target’s action). Creatures with any level of
poison resistance or immunity to poison (such
as leeches and those with the Gift: Resist
Toxin) are immune to the gas, but not the
sludge; a creature outfitted in a full biohazard
suit is effectively immune to both. The sludge
and gas dissipate after about ten minutes
unless cleared-away early: use of the Gift: Call
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the Breeze (W20, pg. 199) can push away the
fumes, but not the sludge itself. This specific
Special Ammunition Type may be selected
multiple times, and its effects stack: each time
it’s selected, the sludge and the fumes each
increase the damage they deal by two dice of
lethal damage.
o Tumor of Gore-Slick Calcification: This
unique Special Ammunition Type may only
be added to a ‘Splodin’ Tumor-Loogie shot
that is also a Tumor Full of Infected Waste
shot. When the projectile detonates, the
sizzling bile sprayed over everything in the
area rapidly hardens into a dense, solid mass
of semi-organic, contagion-ridden resin:
something like pustulent basalt – formed by
the rapid cooling of liquid iron – bubbling
with hot plastics & liquefied death. Each
round on her action, immediately after a
creature suffers additional damage from the
toxic sludge of a Tumor Full of Infected
Waste, the creature also gains one of the
following (her choice):
• she suffers a one-die penalty on all
Dexterity-related dice pools
• she suffers a two-dice penalty on all
Perception-related dice pools
• her movement-speed is halved, rounded
down: because normal humans jog at a
rate of 13 yards per turn and run at a rate
of 20 yards per turn, a baseline human
who selects this effect twice (for example)
may jog at a rate of only 3 yards per turn
or flat-out run at a rate of 5 yards per turn
A creature reduced to a Dexterity score
of zero or lower by this effect is effectively
frozen – immobilized, able to take only
purely mental and social actions (such as
screaming for help, activating Gifts that
require no external movement, or having a
panic attack, for example) – while a creature
reduced to a Perception score of zero or lower
is effectively blind, deaf, and utterly numb,
able to smell and taste only the thick, clotted,
tar-like poison coating her, with all sensory-
organs otherwise filled-in & glued-shut.
The congealing sludge eventually becomes
glass-like – still oozing, ever so slightly, like
120-degree asphalt warping under a gout
of balefire – and subsequently shatters into
shards of irritating organic-metal dust after
about ten minutes (as normal for a Tumor
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 Full of Infected Waste shot). This specific
Special Ammunition Type may be selected
multiple times, and its effects stack; each
time it’s selected, a creature affected by the
sludge suffers an additional “debuff” of her
choice (an extra die of Dexterity-penalty, two
extra dice of Perception-penalty, or an extra
halving of her movement-speed) each round,
immediately after suffering damage from the
sludge of a Tumor Full of Infected Waste
effect: a creature hit by a Tumor of Gore-
Slick Calcification [x3] shot, for example,
might choose to gain a two-dice Dexterity-
penalty and a two-dice Perception-penalty
on her first found after suffering damage,
then choose to suffer a four-dice Perception-
penalty and halve her movement-speed again
on the following round.
o Ultra-Sonic Blast-Shards: When used as a
shotgun, the weapon may fire a three-round
burst without increasing the difficulty of the
attack roll; after firing her weapon in this
way, the fomor must wait one full combat
round before she can fire her weapon in the
same way again. During this “cooldown”
round, she may freely use the weapon in close
combat (rather than in ranged combat) or
make ranged attacks with her weapon using
a different Special Ammunition Type she
possesses.
This specific Special Property may be selected
multiple times; each time it is selected, the fomor
may choose two additional Special Ammunition
Types from the list above; she may choose to
“double-dip” (or even triple-dip!) certain Special
Ammunition Types – noted above – that can be
selected multiple times. The fomor may always
mix-&-match her Special Ammunition Types as
she desires, switching between them or combining
them on the fly.
• Enchantment-Shattering: Whenever the fomor
strikes an opponent with this weapon, she may
spend a point of Willpower (or Rage, if she
has it) to roll Willpower (difficulty 7) as a free
action; the target resists with a Wits + Occult roll
(difficulty 7). If the fomor wins this contested roll,
each success subtracts one die from her victim’s
next dice-pool to activate or use a supernatural
ability (such as a Garou’s or leech’s Gifts, a mage’s
Spheres, and so on).
• Eye-Detonating: Immediately after the weapon
deals damage, before her opponent soaks, the
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fomor may choose to spend a point of Willpower
(or Rage) as a free reflexive action and roll her
Willpower, difficulty equal to (her opponent’s
Stamina + Athletics + 1). If she scores at least
four successes on this special roll, and at least
two Health Levels of damage from the attack go
unsoaked, the opponent loses an eye in a shower
of gore. An eye destroyed in this way can be re-
grown by healing two levels of aggravated damage.
• Flesh-Devouring: The weapon deals two additional
Health Levels of damage (Strength +3 instead of
Strength +1, for example). This specific Special
Property may be selected multiple times, and its
effects stack: if this Special Property is selected
three times, for example, the weapon deals
Strength +7 damage (as per a standard chainsaw).
• Meat-Tainting: While her weapon is in-hand,
the fomor may always track any creature she has
wounded with the weapon. She always knows the
direction to any creature wounded by the weapon,
although she does not know the precise distance
to her quarry.
• Hellhole-Consecrating: The fomor may strike
the ground with her weapon as a regular action,
spend a point of Willpower (or Gnosis, if she
desires), and roll Willpower at a difficulty equal
to the difficulty for a Hatar to cross the Web
into the Umbra (W20 Changing Breeds, pg. 61).
Upon doing so, she infects the area immediately
surrounding the impact-point of her strike,
marking a small circle (with a radius in yards equal
to her Willpower plus her number of successes on
the activation-roll). The earth here becomes one
with Malfeas itself: a jagged mound of shattered,
steaming crimson stone, an eerie expanse of
smooth black glass suspended above an infinite
pit, or a carpet of squirming, infected corpses with
broken backs (as determined by the Storyteller).
This section of marked ground is not mobile
and does not move with the fomor. This unholy
consecration lasts until the end of the scene or for
one hour, whichever comes first. While standing
on this ground, the fomor gains one automatic
success on all soak-rolls, ignores all damage that
would normally be dealt as bashing, suffers bashing
damage instead of lethal whenever she would
normally suffer lethal damage, and suffers lethal
damage instead of aggravated whenever she would
normally suffer aggravated damage. The difficulty
for a Wyrm-creature to cross the Gauntlet on this
ground is reduced by 1 per successes achieved by
the fomor on the activation-roll. The difficulty
for a Gaian to cross the Gauntlet on this ground is
increased by 1 per successes achieved by the fomor
on the activation-roll.
• Infection-Dripping: Whenever the fomor strikes
an opponent with her weapon, she may choose
to spend one point of Willpower (or Rage, if she
 has it) and roll Willpower (difficulty 3 + the
victim’s Stamina) to infect her victim with a
hideous, flesh-eating disease. On a success, the
victim suffers one Health Level of lethal damage
the next turn (at the beginning of her action),
plus one additional level of lethal damage on each
subsequent turn at the start of her action for a
number of turns equal to the number of successes
scored by the fomor. This damage may be soaked
as normal, at a difficulty equal to (the Stamina of
the fomor +3). Black Spiral Dancers, leeches, her
fellow fomori, and all other Wyrm-creatures are
immune to this damage, as are any targets with the
Gift: Resist Toxin (W20, pg. 174).
• Nerve-Rending: While a victim of the weapon
retains even a single Health Level of damage dealt
by the weapon, all of the victim’s wound penalties
are doubled.
• Pretty-Boy-Breaking: An opponent struck by this
weapon loses one dot from his Appearance Trait
for each Health Level of damage he suffers; this
reduction is healed like bashing damage. A human
killed in this way leaves behind a particularly
grotesque and terrifying corpse: a scene of
nightmare fully capable of inciting the Delirium.
• Seething with Tribal Hatred: Choose a single
Gaian Tribe, such as the Glass Walkers or Red
Talons, or a single less-populous Changing Breed
(such as the Corax or Nuwisha). Choose any
two Special Properties listed here (such as Bone-
Crunching & Soul-Eating, or Nerve-Rending &
Meat-Tainting) that the weapon doesn’t have,
or that the weapon could still take a few more
times (like the boost from Wreathed in Balefire
to [Wreathed in Balefire x3] or from [Flesh-
Devouring x2] to [Flesh-Devouring x4]). The
weapon gains these Special Properties whenever
it’s wielded directly against Fera or Kinfolk of the
appropriate type.
• Soul-Eating: The fomor may choose a single
victim she can see within 15 yards that she
has already damaged with her weapon, spend
a point of Gnosis, and roll Gnosis (Difficulty
7). For each success on this roll, she draws-out
one point of temporary Gnosis from her target;
these points are added directly to the fomor’s
temporary Gnosis pool. A target without Gnosis
to draw-from instead loses temporary Willpower.
A target without further Willpower to draw-from
instead suffers one Health Level of unsoakable
lethal damage per remaining success: his body
drained of vitality and the metaphysical spark of
life. A living creature killed via use of this dark
magic appears to have died – in extreme pain – of
exposure, starvation, melancholy, exhaustion,
and thirst. Points of temporary Gnosis stripped
from her victim in excess of the fomor’s normal
maximum Gnosis-pool are lost by her target but
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cannot be absorbed by the fomor. Instead, they
simply splatter across the nearby Umbra (rapidly
drawing swarms of Banes). Note that use of this
Special Property requires use of Gnosis (rather
than Willpower): as such, it can only be used by a
fomor who possesses the Spirit Ties Fomori Power
(W20, pg. 479) or by a fomor with some alternate
access to a Gnosis pool (such as a fomor Kinfolk or
fallen Fera).
• Tempest-Screaming: The fomor may throw the
weapon, attacking an opponent up to a number
of yards away equal to the [Strength of the fomor
x 5]. After being thrown in this way, the weapon
rots to nothingness and then instantly erupts once
more from the fomor’s body: ready to be used again
in the very same round.
• Utterly Overwhelming: The fomor uses Strength
+ Melee to attack with the weapon rather than
Dexterity + Melee.
• Wreathed in Balefire: Roaring with unclean
flame, the weapon deals one additional Health
Level of aggravated damage, soaked separately
(Difficulty 5 to soak). In addition, the mere touch
of the weapon may ignite combustible objects.
This ability may be selected up to three times:
if selected a second time, the weapon instead
deals two additional Health Levels of aggravated
damage (Difficulty 7 to soak); if selected a third
time, the weapon instead deals three additional
Health Levels of aggravated damage (Difficulty 9
to soak).
• Writhing & Twisting: The weapon is grotesquely
flexible: the fomor has +2 dice on all attempts
made to disarm an opponent using the weapon,
adds +1 to her dice-pool when the weapon is used
to block, adds +1 difficulty to all of her opponent’s
attempts to block attacks made by the weapon,
and the weapon automatically ignores up to three
points of mundane armor. This specific Special
Property may be selected multiple times, and its
effects stack: if this Special Property is selected
three times, for example, the fomor has +6 dice
on all attempts made to disarm an opponent using
the weapon, adds +3 to her dice-pool when the
weapon is used to block, adds +3 difficulty to all of
her opponent’s attempts to block attacks made by
the weapon, and the weapon automatically ignores
up to nine points of mundane armor.
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Coils of Malfeas: In wounded and infected
places, growing more numerous each day, the edge
of the Gaian Realm abuts – along a slick, jagged
4th-dimensional axis – the very heart of the blasted
nightmare-scape spoken-of as the Black Spiral
Labyrinth; with twisted will, the fomor may scrub this
gaping tear in reality raw and bleeding.
System: The fomor may spend one point of
Willpower (or Gnosis, if she has it) as a free action
to activate this ability for the remainder of the scene
or for one hour, whichever comes first. No roll or
action is required to activate this ability. While this
ability is active, the fomor may manipulate objects
using a power similar to telekinesis, except that her
gifts can only affect matter that is desecrated, defiled,
rotting, corroded, cursed, on-fire, or otherwise tainted;
in general, this must be something that the average
human would recoil from touching.
Thus, for example, the fomor could use this
ability in an average alleyway to move a
filth-caked rusty dumpster or fling a mound of
wet diapers & used needles, but not to throw
a motorcycle. Likewise, the fomor could not
lift and fling a coffin – unless the coffin was
currently on-fire or doused with biohazardous
human waste – but the fomor could lift the
corpse inside, as most humans hesitate before
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touching a dead body. The level of desecration
that must be applied to an object before it
can be manipulated is extreme, and subject to
Storyteller discretion. In general, this ability
couldn’t be used to manipulate an abandoned
church-pew covered in faux-Satanic graffiti…
but it could move the same object if it was also
covered in fresh “bodily fluids”.
This ability can only affect matter within a number
of yards equal to 5x the current temporary Willpower
+ current temporary Gnosis of the fomor. This ability
moves objects as if with a Strength and Dexterity
equal to the current temporary Willpower + temporary
Gnosis of the fomor.
This ability cannot affect animate creatures – other
than the fomor herself – directly. The fomor cannot
throw another fomor or Wyrm-creature using this
ability, though she can use it to fly.
In addition, the fomor may puppet a corpse,
giving it a semblance of life, or animate a spray of
burning, blood-slick wreckage, for example, into a
“filth elemental” or “atrocity golem” if she possesses
a temporary Willpower + temporary Gnosis of 4 or
higher. A creature constructed in this way possesses a
Strength, Dexterity, Stamina, and number of Health
Levels each equal to the temporary Willpower + the
temporary Gnosis of the fomor-3.
Consume Lacerations: For the Wyrm, even
entropy & death themselves may be swallowed whole.
System: The fomor may touch a single willing
Wyrm-creature and spend a point of Willpower (or
Gnosis, if she has it). For the remainder of the scene
(or for one hour, or until the fomor chooses a new
target, whichever comes first), as long as the fomor’s
target is within ten yards, the fomor may automatically
choose as a free reflexive action to accept one half –
rounded up – of any damage dealt to her target: if the
target would normally suffer three levels of bashing
damage after their soak, for example, the fomor may
take two of these Health Levels of damage (leaving her
target with one).
While this power is in effect & the fomor’s target
remains in-range, the fomor may also spend a point
of Willpower as a regular action to roll Willpower
(difficulty 7); each success on this roll heals one level
of bashing, lethal, or aggravated damage to the fomor’s
target.
The power is, for obvious reasons, usually associated
with fomori also blessed with the Numbing and
Regeneration Powers … but neither is technically
required.
Crown of Balefire: The entropic, unwholesome
flames of Oblivion – the final, twisted fate of all matter
and all energy, of all order and all flesh trapped within
this doomed Tellurian – burn ever higher & ever more
brightly: counting down these last few seconds until
Apocalypse.
System: The fomor must first possess the Gift: Bale
Armor (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 121), either
through the Gifted Fomor Power or through another
source – such as because the fomor is a fallen Kinfolk or
Fera, for example – before she may gain this Power.
While the fomor’s body is wreathed in that terrible
green-black radiance, she may choose to expend an
additional point of Willpower (or Gnosis, if she has
it) and roll Willpower (difficulty 7); on a success,
the sickening off-jade flames greatly intensify in their
obscenity: roiling from her hands and dripping from her
eyes for a number of rounds equal to 2 + her number of
successes on this activation roll. She lowers the difficulty
of all Intimidation rolls she makes during this time
by 2, and she utterly destroys any mundane electronic
device she so much as brushes against: cellphones melt,
engines vomit blue smoke, and magnetic locks sputter
& fail. Within one yard of her, lights flicker, computer
screens seize with static, automatic doors fail to open (or
fail to close), and vending machines flash nothing but
error messages. This effect does not hinder firearms with
electronic components, and it represents a significantly
less-powerful, less-focused effect than the Gift: Jam
Technology (W20, pg. 153-154).
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The fomor may end this heightened effect early in a
cataclysmic blast of hyper-concentrated Wyrm-flame,
which results in one of the two following horrible things
happening:
• the fomor projects a single gout of balefire up to
30 yards. This requires a Dexterity + Athletics
roll to hit, and normal modifiers from Firearms
attacks [W20, pg. 293] apply; the base damage of
this attack is eight dice of lethal damage
• the fomor’s crown of balefire bursts like a
hideous nova of carcinogenic plasma. This
scorches everything within one yard of the
fomor for six dice of lethal damage, and deals -1
die/2 yards out to everything else (to a minimum
of 1 die of lethal damage, 11 yards away). The
fomor and all other Wyrm-creatures in this area
are utterly immune to this damage, as are those
creatures with the Resist Toxin Gift.
This special Power may be selected twice.
If it’s selected a second time, the fomor may – while
the heightened version of her Bale Armor is in effect, as
described above – choose to spend yet another point of
Willpower (or Gnosis, if she wants) and roll Willpower
(difficulty 8). On a success, she becomes a massive,
walking conflagration of diseased & grotesque unholy
emerald flame for a total number of rounds equal to her
number of successes on this roll (or until her ongoing
heightened effect ends, whichever comes first).
While her super-double-heightened Bale Armor is
roaring, physical reality itself within about five yards of
the fomor begins to rip apart at the seams, unspooling
into puddles of seething iridescent oil, choking clouds
of black ash, and shards of irradiated glass-dust: her
presence twists holy symbols into obscene ruin, rusts
iron, cracks steel, freezes water, burns-out lightbulbs,
spoils milk, rots food, sickens animals (imposing a -2
dice penalty on rolls made by baseline humans & other
living creatures), and causes man-made objects to fail:
ropes fray, paint peels, concrete splinters, and electronic
speakers spit only static & screams.
At the Storyteller’s discretion, the light of
these flames may produce even more bizarre &
horrible effects: the glare of Malfean radiance
might cause photographs near the fomor to
fade, blur, or shift – showing the eerie, alien
geometries & entities native to the other side of
the corroding Gauntlet – while normal animals
choke on sprays of their own blood, spitting out
words of ecstatic worship in those unnatural
tongues spoken only in the farthest, most
lightless depths of Malfeas. This doesn’t deal
any additional direct damage in combat, but it
surely leaves a wash of otherworldly horror in
the fomor’s wake.
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 In addition, the fomor is utterly immune to all
non-magical ranged attacks while cloaked in this
dark, towering pillar of balefire. Mere “bullets” are
reduced, in-flight, to a nothing more than a weak puff
of radioactive ash, a sharp ringing noise, and a small-
but-noticeable spike in the pediatric-brain-tumor
incidence-rate across three counties. Mundane (non-
magical) melee weapons inflict injury upon the fomor
as normal for their first strike but are swiftly melted
upon contact with the flame: inflicting three dice of
lethal damage to the wielder in the process.
Foes who dare touch the fomor, meanwhile, instantly
suffer a six dice of aggravated damage (difficulty 8 to
soak).
Magical melee weapons – such as klaives,
ironhammers, and fang daggers – are not harmed by
these flames; similarly, purely mental (and social!)
attacks pass through this blaze unimpeded.
If the fomor chooses to end her mega-heightened
effect with a blast – either as a single focused gout or
as nova of diseased flame (as noted above) – she may
choose one of the following options as she vents the
raw, burning totality of her hatred:
• triple her range/area-of-effect
• deal aggravated damage (rather than lethal)
• deal 3 additional dice of damage
• increase the soak-difficulty to resist her blast
by +2
• heal a single Health Level of aggravated
damage
• heal three Health Levels of lethal damage
• heal all current Health Levels of bashing
damage
• all victims may roll Wits + Occult (difficulty
7) as a free action, the fomor opposes this roll
with a Willpower roll (difficulty 7). If the
fomor wins this contested roll, each of her
successes subtracts one die from the victim’s
next dice-pool to activate a supernatural
ability
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Dance Behind the Shroud of Sanity: Nothing
moves more swiftly that the foul whispers of the Wyrm.
System: The fomor spends a point of Willpower and
rolls Willpower (difficulty 6) to activate this ability.
On a success, her body instantly transforms into a
roiling mass of balefire, a spatter of flesh-colored liquid,
and a whirlwind of thrashing ghost-tendrils. She then
moves up to 40 yards in a single direction chosen by
the fomor.
Baneklaive Augment: A fomor wielding her
awakened, non-dormant Baneklaive may
spend a point of Gnosis in place of spending
a point of Willpower when she activates this
Power. If she does so, she slices a hole in reality
when this Power is activated, stepping between
two points without passing through any of the
intervening space.
Upon arriving at her selected destination, the fomor
immediately returns to her previous form. The sight of
this movement incites the Delirium.
The fomor, while in this momentary whirlwind-form,
is only a bolt of wet, hot wind breathed-forth from
Malfeas. She may freely pass through any barrier rain
could pass through. She is not slowed by iron bars but
is instantly halted by a thin sheet of glass, for example.
If the fomor, while in this strange state, encounters an
obstacle that she cannot bypass, she instantly reverts to
her previous form. While in this discorporate form, the
fomor is immune to most mundane attacks & weapons;
against the few dangers that can threaten her – such
as certain Gifts – she gains +1 die to her dodge-rolls
for each success she achieved on the activation roll,
above.
This special Fomori Power may be selected multiple
times; each time it is selected, the fomor moves an
additional 20 yards whenever she activates this ability.
Thus, if this Power is selected three times, the fomor
moves 80 yards whenever this ability is activated.
Distort Inertia: The precious
“physical laws” governing the Gaian
Realm weep and shit themselves in
the face of such awful power as may
be granted by the Wyrm.
System: The fomor may focus
her attention upon one in-motion
projectile she is aware of (such as
a bullet in-flight or a car that has
been thrown at her), spend one
point of Willpower or Gnosis, and
roll Willpower (difficulty 6). For
each success on her roll, the fomor
alters the flight-path of the selected
projectile by up to 30 degrees,
sending the projectile in a new
direction of her choice.
Even a single success causes
the projectile to miss its intended
target, although the fomor may – if
she desires – choose a new target
in the projectile’s corrupted line-
of-fire; redirecting a missile directly
back at its original source requires
a total of six successes (altering
the trajectory of the projectile 180
degrees). Hitting a specific target in
this way requires a Wits + Firearms
roll (difficulty 8); any creature
successfully targeted in this way
may, of course, attempt to dodge or
block as normal.
This ability is used reflexively on
an opponent’s turn and doing-so
costs the fomor one action during
her next turn. She must choose to
split her dice pool (as normal) in
order to perform both this action
and then also take an action on her
own turn. This decision – to split
her dice-pool or to forgo her next
action entirely – is made reflexively,
when this Power is activated.
This horrid Power is particularly
common among those who practice
Baneklaive Sorcery, the shamanistic
tradition of Wyrm-magicians
trained by Nightmaster W20
Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.

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Eat People: Yep, them’s some good eatin’.
System: The fomor requires ten full minutes of
uninterrupted, unfettered access to a helpless living
human. This human will not survive the experience,
although he doesn’t die until the very end of the
Power’s ritualistic activation-action.
Note that the fomor is automatically
considered to have “eaten” any human she
kills using the Soul-Eating weapon special
quality, via the Body-Horror Blade Fomori
Power (above); she may always freely choose
which “parts” of the victim are specifically
consumed.
The fomor spends one point of Willpower (or
Gnosis, if she’s got it) and then rolls Willpower
(difficulty 8); if this roll is successful, the fomor gains
any one of the following benefits – depending on
which part of her victim she ate – for 24 hours:
• Eyes & Ears: Memories stripped from the
sight and hearing of the victim, including the
names and faces of his allies and the passwords
to his security systems (for example); although
much of this information is meaningless to the
fomor, she can remember anything the victim
ever saw or heard
• Hands & Tongue: One point in an Ability
possessed by the victim
• Internal Organs: One point in a Physical
Attribute
• Brain: One point in a Mental Attribute
• Heart: One point in a Social Attribute
The fomor may always choose to also eat the face of
her victim, if she so desires; if she does so, and then
spends another point of Willpower (or Gnosis), she
may take on the general appearance of the victim –
enough to pass as the victim while presenting their
ID, at least – at-will as a free reflexive action for the
full duration of the ritual’s effect. People who actually
knew the victim, even casually (just as, like, a neighbor
or coworker, for example), aren’t automatically fooled
by this disguise… especially if the fomor has a radically
different height, weight, gender, or body-type from the
victim.
As such, an infiltrating fomor will require much
more complex skills than just this Power, which
represents the mystical equivalent of cutting-off the
victim’s face and stapling it over her own.
For each additional success on her activation roll,
the fomor retains the benefits of this ritual cannibalism
for one extra day. She may choose to end this benefit
at any time as a free action.
An individual human meal can only provide a single
benefit listed above. The fomor can’t gain the benefit
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of eating both the brain and the heart of the same
human, for example, nor can she gain the benefit of
eating both his eyes and his tongue.
Of course, that’s not to say she can’t enjoy eating
them.
Just that doing-so doesn’t provide her any extra juice
(metaphysically speaking).
The fomor can hold a total number of benefits from
use of this ability at any given time equal to one half
of her Willpower + her Gnosis, rounded down, and
additional uses of this ritual are wasted. If the fomor
has a Willpower of eight and a Gnosis of zero, for
example, she can invade a coma ward and then spend
forty minutes snacking – using this Power four times
on four helpless mortals – eating the brain of each and
gaining up to +4 total in her Metal Attributes, divided-
up as she sees fit.
If she eats the internal organs of a security guard an
hour later, she gains one point in a Physical Attribute
only if she willingly loses one of the bonus dots to her
Mental Attributes.
This horrid Power is particularly common
among those who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the
shamanistic tradition of Wyrm-magicians trained by
Nightmaster W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
Echoes of the Thunderwyrm: No entity born
to stride the sunlit world can fathom the majestic,
ancient chthonic power wielded by Earth’s true
inheritors: they who swim the night-black, liquid-iron
oceans far beneath the mountainside forests of wolves
and shrieking cites of men alike. Before their awful
might, the finest weapons forged by “hands” are mere
pitiable dust & laughable trinkets.
System: The fomor must first possess the Gift:
Allies Below (W20, pg. 426), either through the
Gifted Fomor Power or through another source – such
as because the fomor is a fallen Kinfolk or Fera, for
example – before she may gain this Power.
Note that in most instances, a Wyrm-creature
must very specifically expend Gnosis to activate Allies
Below, making that Gift the exclusive domain of those
fomori who also possesses the Spirit Ties Fomori
Power (W20, pg. 479) or who claim some alternate
access to a Gnosis pool (such as fomor Kinfolk and
fallen Fera). A fomor with the Greater Gifts of
Malfeas or Twisted Gifts Fomori Power, however,
may spend points of Willpower (in place of points of
Rage or of Gnosis) to activate any Gift she possesses.
For this reason, the Gift: Allies Below and this Power
are slightly more common among the Wyrm’s teeming
legions than might otherwise be expected.
 Immediately after the fomor activates Allies Below
– meaning “within the next few combat rounds” – she
may choose to expend another point of Willpower (or
Gnosis, if she has it) and roll her Willpower (difficulty
7). On a success, the fomor calls-up one or more vast
Thunderwyrm tendrils from the area of her quake:
these lashing tentacles represent a mere shadow of the
incredible power truly wielded by such creatures… but
such potency is often still far more than enough to rip
through stone & steel like a bullet passing through
empty air.
The coiling tendrils tear from the ruined earth in
a spray of shattering stone, as if burrowing up from
deep beneath the thin veneer of sanity painted over
the world. This Power cannot be used if the fomor is
in a helicopter or on the top floor of a skyscraper, for
example. If she’s in a basement, a sewer, a cave-system,
or a set of catacombs, however, the fomor may cause
the tentacles to rip in through the walls or even to
emerge from the ceiling, if she so desires.
Each success on her activation-roll grants the fomor
one point to spend on the Thunderwyrm Menu,
below. If the fomor desires, she may spend any number
of points of temporary Willpower (or Gnosis) when
this Power is activated to add one additional point to
her budget per-point-spent.
A basic tendril, before adjustments, is six feet long
and possesses Strength and Dexterity ratings each
equal to the fomor’s Willpower rating (or to her
Gnosis rating, if she desires); any enhancement to the
fomor’s Strength or Dexterity Trait from a Fomori
Power (such as the Exoskeleton, Mega-Dexterity, or
Unnatural Strength Powers) is added to the tendril’s
Strength and Dexterity ratings, respectively.
Each tendril also has one dot in each Mental
Attribute, zero dots in all Social Attributes, no
Abilities, four Health Levels, a Rage of zero, a
Gnosis of zero, a Willpower of 1, and is limited in
combat to slams & constriction-attacks: both inflict
(Strength +1) lethal damage and breaking the grasp
of a constricting tendril requires the victim to win a
resisted Strength roll (difficulty 6) against the tendril.
Tendrils roll their own initiative and take actions
separately from the fomor; they do not suffer wound
penalties. A tendril soaks both bashing damage
& lethal damage using the fomor’s Stamina; any
enhancement to the fomor’s soak pool from a Fomori
Power (such as Armored Hide, Heavy Armor, or
Hell’s Hide) is also added to the tendril’s soak pool.
Tendrils cannot otherwise soak aggravated damage.
Tendrils are, however, immune to balefire, to
poison, to disease, and to anything else that – while
detrimental to normal human or animal biology –
couldn’t damage a slab of marble. Bullets and dynamite
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and klaives can hurt a tendril, but pepper-spray &
tasers (for example) are a complete waste of time.
Tendrils are, of course, also immune to the Delirium;
their senses are utterly alien but are observably capable
of detecting minute tremors in the air – via unknown
means – well enough to approximate a baseline
human’s visual acuity (we call it “blindsight”).
And if the biology of a tendril is incomprehensible
to surface-dwellers, the intellect of such a thing – if
it can even be called that – is easily a thousand times
more bizarre still. Tendrils are flat-out immune to all
emotion- and mind-manipulating powers & Gifts, and
any “psychic connection” made with a tendril ends
frenzy, amnesia, depression, and psychosis.
THUNDERWYRM MENU
• 1+ points: call up a single basic tendril per
point spent; these emerge within line-of-
sight of the fomor from any spot of ground
that was shaken by her use of Allies Below
• 1+ points: increase the Strength of a
single tendril by one dot per point spent
• 1+ points: increase the Dexterity of a
single tendril by one dot per point spent
• 1+ points: increase any Ability (or pair
of Abilities) of a single tendril by 2 dots
per point spent; note that while a tendril
may benefit from an increase in Brawl or
Athletics (used to dodge), it has minimal
use for something like Academics or Law
… and also has no way to communicate
• 1+ points: increase the length of a single
tendril by six feet per point spent
• 1+ points: add one Health Level to a
single tendril per point spent
NOTE: all points to be spent on the Thunderwyrm
Menu must be expended simultaneously.
The fomor does not “command” the tendrils she
pulls up from the depths. The tendrils, instead,
reflexively seek-out & crush-into-paste anything
within reach that isn’t sufficiently Wyrm-tainted. In
general, they’ll also follow the shouted orders of the
fomor (shouting doesn’t require concentration or an
action) as to which specific creature they’ll messily
rip-asunder next, but tendrils can’t be instructed to –
for example – type something out on a smartphone or
steer a car.
Tendrils called-up from the rotten heart of the world
collapse into pale, sickly-green chunks of oily, rubbery
putrescence at the end of the scene, after one hour,
when destroyed, or when they leave line-of-sight of
the fomor (whichever comes first), evaporating into
nothingness swiftly thereafter.
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Enhanced Beast-Mode: Most fomor capable of
pulling-off actual shapeshifting – from “vaguely human,
at least in silhouette” to “super-hideous ultra-mega-
beef-death-squid-cockroach-monster” format – are still
a long way off from matching the sheer, unadulterated,
rage-fueled killing-power that is the sacred birthright
of Gaia’s True Chosen Warriors entering full-on Crinos
form.
…that said, there are a few exceptions.
System: The fomor must already possess both the
Bestial Mutation Fomori Power (W20, pg. 430-431)
and be able to pass for human (usually through use of
one of the following Powers, but the Storyteller is free
to use her discretion) before she may select this Power:
• Disguise (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 137)
• Siren’s Veil (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 130-
131)
• Wyrmish Glamour (below)
• be a Ferectoi (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 131-
132), so she always looks outwardly human until
she chooses to reveal her hellish powers, and she
doesn’t even have to pay for it.
When this Power is gained, the fomor chooses two
Fomori Powers she does not already possess or that she
could select an additional time; she may designate one
or both of these (as she desires) as Bestial Powers. If
the fomor selects only a single Bestial Power, the other
chosen Power is automatically designated as a Standby
Power.
The fomor may use Standby Powers whenever she has
not activated her Bestial Mutation.
When the fomor activates her Bestial Mutation,
she loses access to any and all of her Standby Powers
and immediately gains access to all Bestial Powers she
possesses.
Under no circumstances can the fomor achieve
access to both her Standby Powers and to her Bestial
Powers simultaneously.
Enhanced SUPER Beast-Mode: When it’s time to
party, you will party hard.
System: The fomor must already possess both the
Bestial Mutation Fomori Power (W20, pg. 430-431)
and the Enhanced Beast-Mode Power (above) before
she can select this Power.
When the fomor activates her Bestial Mutation, she
gains an additional 5 dots to spend on her Attributes
(other than Appearance) as she sees fit. No single
Attribute may be boosted by more than 3 dots in
this way, but the fomor may otherwise increase her
Attributes (including Social and Mental Attributes)
as she desires. While the majority of Fera primarily
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gain bonuses to their Physical attributes while in non-
human forms – the nigh-legendarily badass “Strength
+4, Dexterity +1, Stamina +3” bonus-set of a Garou
entering Crinos being only the most famous example
– members of the Ratkin gain a +3 to Perception in
Rodens form (W20 pg. 419).
So, like …there’s precedent, man.
These bonuses are set when the Power is gained. A
fomor who chooses to gain Dexterity +3 and Wits +2
when she activates her Bestial Mutation gains this
same bonus each time.
This special Fomori Power may not be selected
as either a Bestial Power or as a Stand-By Power for
purposes of the Enhanced Beast-Mode Power.
Flesh of Unlimited Suffering: Pain is a source of
infinite strength.
System: Whenever the fomor suffers non-aggravated
damage from a physical, kinetic source – such as from
a gunshot, knife-wound, being hit by a car, or being
yeeted through a building, for example – the freak may
choose to roll Stamina, difficulty 7, before she rolls her
normal soak.
Making this roll is not an action.
Each success on this roll subtracts one Health Level
from the total damage dealt by the attack. The fomor
loses one point of Willpower (or Rage, if she has
any) for each Health Level of damage she “absorbs”
by means of this Power. Losing Willpower or Rage in
this way is reflexive, automatic, and is not considered
an expenditure of Willpower or Rage for purposes of
normal limits. A fomor with a Rage Trait of 5 and
Willpower 10 who wishes to spend all 5 points of Rage
and three points of Willpower to absorb eight Health
Levels of damage, for example, may do so.
For every two Health Levels (rounded down) of
damage absorbed in this way, the fomor gains one
temporary dot of Strength. She loses one dot of this
temporary Strength at the end of each subsequent
scene. Dots of Strength gained by use of this Fomori
Power ignore normal limits. A fomor with a base
Strength of 1 may (briefly) increase her Strength to 10
(or higher!) by use of this Fomori Power, requiring her
to absorb absolutely catastrophic amounts of damage.
After her “absorption roll,” the fomor still gets her
normal soak roll.
Use of this Fomori Power incites the Delirium in
mundane witnesses, and the fomor – once “juiced-up”
with kinetic energy – incites Delirium just by existing
with a Strength score above 5.
Font of Evil Will: Twisted spirits in the thrall of the away in her third timeline. At the end of the
Wyrm delight in empowering their fleshy playthings round, she chooses which of these three is
with the most wicked & baleful of magics. now “dominant”: if she desires, the grenade
still explodes in an enemy’s face and she still
System: The fomor is considered to have stabbed a guy in the chest, but the reality
a Willpower pool five points higher (maximum she winds up in is the one where she bolted.
Willpower of 10) for purposes of activating Fomori Witnessing this bullshit pretty obviously
Powers. These special “Evil Willpower” points are incites the Delirium.
tracked separately and may only be used to activate
Fomori Powers: they serve as an extra battery of juice, This special Fomori Power may be gained up to three
but do not affect the basic, inherent Willpower of the times:
fomor.
• If it’s selected a second time, the fomor adds
Points of “Evil Willpower” are replenished another additional die to all Dexterity-related
according to the normal rules (W20, pg. 146). dice rolls. In effect, she gains an extra +1
This special Fomori Power may be selected to Dexterity (for a total of +2 Dexterity).
more than once; its effects stack. Whenever she spends a point of Willpower
to lose her Dexterity bonus, she loses the +2
Freakish Speed: The fastest animal in the world, Dexterity and may take two additional actions
boasting a top velocity of over 180 miles per hour, is – (still without splitting her dice-pool) at the
unquestionably – a cow that has been dropped out of a very end of the round.
helicopter. Now, while there’s technically nothing those • If this Power is selected a third time, the fomor
egghead lab-coat boys over at Project Echidna have adds yet another additional die to all Dexterity-
cooked-up just yet that can reliably match those speeds related dice rolls. In effect, she gains an extra
(and survive), well… emphasis on the yet. +1 to Dexterity (for a total of +3 Dexterity).
System: The fomor adds a die to all Dexterity dice When she spends a point of Willpower to lose
rolls; in effect, she gains +1 to Dexterity. her +3 to Dexterity, she may take a total of
three extra actions (without splitting her dice-
Note that this bonus stacks with the +1 to pool) at the very end of the round.
Dexterity granted to any Z-enhanced fomor
with a current formula pool of 2 or higher,
giving such a creature a total of +2 Dexterity.
…which, you know, is only really important for
Z-enhanced fomori, but there you go.
At will, the fomor may spend a point of Willpower
to lose this +1 to Dexterity until the end of her round;
if she does so, she may thereafter take an extra action
(without splitting her dice-pool) at the very end of the
round. This is otherwise treated identically to spending
a point of Rage for an additional action (W20, pg. 266
and 288). The fomor may not gain additional actions
from both sources in the same turn (even if she also
possesses the Berserker Fomori Power).
Baneklaive Augment: A fomor wielding her
awakened, non-dormant Baneklaive may
spend a point of Gnosis in place of spending a
point of Willpower or Rage when she activates
this Power. If she does so, she slices reality
into multiple timelines. In each timeline,
she takes the action she desires to take, then
reflexively collapses all timelines back into
a single cohesive whole (of her choosing) at
the very end of the round. Through the use of
this ability, she might charge an attacker in
her first timeline, throw a grenade at another
attacker in her second timeline, and run
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Gore-Drenched Harmony of the Echoing
Baneklaive: The awful power to rewrite reality
itself – to carve one’s desire directly into the shrieking,
thrashing, helpless bone & sinew of the cosmos – pounds
in your veins …and, much more importantly, in the
unworthy veins of all those around you.
Can you hear it, sweet & beckoning?
“Spill me,” it cries. “Splatter me all over the sidewalk
& use dark magic to get free tacos!”
Oh, blood-of-other-people. You’re so silly.
System: While wielding her awakened, non-dormant
Baneklaive (see Awaken the Baneklaive, above),
the fomor gains access to the following three special
abilities:
• As a free reaction, the fomor may always choose
to deal a single unsoakable Health Level of
aggravated damage to herself. Whenever she
does so, she adds one point of temporary Gnosis
or Willpower (her choice) to the associated
pool.
• As a regular action, the fomor may also choose
to deal a single unsoakable Health Level of
aggravated damage to herself. Whenever she
does so, she may roll her Willpower (difficulty
6). She then adds one point of temporary Gnosis
or Willpower (her choice) to the associated
pool (or set of pools), plus an additional point
of temporary Gnosis or Willpower per success
achieved on her roll.
• As a free reaction, the fomor may choose to
have another nearby creature whose blood slicks
her Baneklaive pay some portion of the Gnosis-
cost (or Willpower-cost, her choice) of a Wyrm-
tainted supernatural ability – rather than pay it
herself – as she evokes it.
…okay, so, as to that last one.
A bit of clarification: in order to get some other
chump to pay for her foul blaze of black magic – which,
in all likelihood, will end up being used to set the
aforementioned chump’s head on fire, one way or
another – the fomor’s Baneklaive must first, very literally,
be wet with the chump’s blood.
This is the first step in establishing what occult
nerds call “sympathetic resonance” between the fomor,
her Baneklaive, her sorcery, the chump, and (most
importantly) the chump’s lifeforce.
All living things are precious, you see.
‘Cuz they’re all made out of valuable parts!
To further clarify: the chump’s blood has to have
come into contact with the Baneklaive via an injury to
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the chump inflicted by the fomor, specifically using her
Baneklaive: no fair pouring some of the dude’s blood onto
your Baneklaive out of a plastic bag, or having your big
buddy stab a guy with your Baneklaive and then puff-
puff-pass it right back to you, or shooting a guy & then
wiping your Baneklaive on the blood-splatter.
Once the fomor has a sympathetic connection
established with a viable chump or two, she can (as
mentioned above) choose to have them pay the piper,
metaphysically speaking, when she spends Willpower
or Gnosis manifesting her dark magics: she makes a
Willpower roll (difficulty 6) as a free reaction at the
same time that she activates her Gift or Power, and
chooses a single viable chump she can see within ten
yards… or more, if she’s feeling spicy.
Her target, meanwhile, may attempt to resist with a
Willpower roll (difficulty 7).
For each success the fomor achieves on this roll
(minus, obviously, the number of successes achieved by
her target), the fomor does one of the following:
• she dumps a single point of Gnosis-loss (or
Willpower-loss) into the target, up to a
maximum loss equal to the cost of activating the
Gift or Power
• increases her range with this Power by 10 yards
As per the Transmute Flesh to Filth Power, below,
if the target of the effect is not within range after the
fomor’s successes are counted & spent, the Power simply
fails.
Once her target is on the hook for paying-off the
fomor’s magical debt, things get interesting. A target
with a Gnosis-pool can, of course, simply pay the cost
in temporary Gnosis at a one-to-one rate. Similarly, a
creature with a few points of Willpower to spare can do
the same.
A target without any Gnosis to draw-from, however,
who gets hit with a nasty lump of Gnosis-debt first suffers
the loss of a point of temporary Willpower for each point
of Gnosis to be covered, then immediately eats a full-on
unsoakable Health Level of lethal damage per point
of “Gnosis” lost (to pay for the conversion of “using
Willpower in place of Gnosis”).
A target without temporary Willpower to draw-from,
meanwhile, instead suffers a single Health Level of
unsoakable lethal damage per point of Willpower that
would otherwise be lost.
If the target was supposed to pay Gnosis, this damage
stacks. A baseline human with three full points of
Gnosis-debt & a Willpower of two first suffers three
of Health Levels of damage, then loses both points of
temporary Willpower, then takes another Health Level of
damage.
 For victims who are mere Extras (W20, pg. 254),
this, uh …well, it removes ‘em from the fight instantly,
basically.
A member of the Fera, on the other hand, simply loses
three points of Gnosis.
Then, very rapidly thereafter, most-likely also gets a
few points of Rage.
End of the day, this Power is real useful for stabbing a
random security guard, activating a Power like Release
the Infinite Balefire-Enema Apparatus (not included in
this book), and then having the guy bleeding-out on the
floor pay for it – and quite possibly explode – rather than
pay for it yourself.
It is not super good for pulling the same kind of stunt
with a Garou, who will kill your ass deader than dog-
shit if you don’t ace all the rolls the exact first time you
attempt it.
As an aside, other supernatural creatures – like leeches
& ghosts & stuff! – can pay using their own spiritual
equivalent of Gnosis: blood for the blood-suckers,
“pathos” for the traditionally-less-corporeal among the
undead (assuming, of course, that the fomor can get
something approximating blood from a walking corpse on
her Baneklaive), and “glamour” for the Fair Folk.
The target can always choose to pay a higher cost,
as well. A target might willingly lose a point of Gnosis
in place of a point of Willpower, or decide to suffer an
unsoakable Health Level of lethal damage in place of
losing temporary Willpower.
It’s weird, but …who knows why monsters do the weird
shit they do?
Grant the Heart’s Blackest Longing: Whatever
sick desires the mortal mind may conjure, the sanity-
shattering glory of the Wyrm may see fulfilled in flesh:
in full, and ten-thousand-fold.
System: First off, to use this power, the fomor must
hear the phrase “I wish…” stated aloud – live and
in-person, not in a recording or on video-chat or over
a phone call or whatever – by a normal, non-magical,
baseline human within line-of-sight including, but
not limited to, bored 24-hour gas-station clerks, angry
soccer moms, frustrated rush-hour commuters, and
irritated waiters.
In fact, even non-fomor Pentex executives & First
Team members are valid targets. That is, the sort of
people who (theoretically) sorta know what they’re
doing, Wyrm-magic-wise, and who – much more
importantly – should most definitely know not to mess
around with any of this shit.
Ever.
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This does not include Kinfolk, sorcerers, leeches,
Garou, or any other rando supernatural.
Limiting as that might seem, regular everyday folk
capable of setting-off this Power represent something
like 99.9% of the population. So, you know, maybe
hunt around a little bit:
Reek of Burning Desires: A fomor with the Grant
the Heart’s Blackest Longing Power may choose to
taste the wind for the roiling stench of unfulfilled
hopes, whispered wishes, and dreams deferred on the
breeze …though most such fomor lack the patience
(and esoteric training) to do so competently.
System: The fomor spends a point of Willpower (or
Gnosis, if she wants) and rolls Perception + Occult
(difficulty 7). A success on this roll increases the range
of her sense-of-smell to 10 miles for one hour. Each
additional success either increases the range of her
scenting-ability by an additional 10 miles or increases
the duration of this effect by one hour, as the fomor
chooses.
This effect may be cancelled, as the fomor desires, at
any time as a free action.
While the senses of the fomor are increased in this
way, her desire-attuned scenting-ability can pick out
the hot, sour breath of normal baseline humans who
speak their needs, hopes, wants, and fears aloud without
devoting their pleas to a higher power: a guy who
says “I’m begging you, let the Jets make the playoffs and
I will build several shrines in your honor” – addressing
no specific deity – will ping the fomor like he had
just belched a meaty, lite-beer-flavored mustard-burp
directly up the fomor’s nose (even though his comment
isn’t phrased as an “I wish…” statement).
If the human says, “dear sweet Jesus, I swear to Christ
I’ll never drink again,” or “please, God, just kill my fucking
stepdad,” however, the fomor smells nothing.
For the most part, any statement that begins with
“I wish…” will have a nice, thick, nasty stank of
desperation to it: easy to follow. The fomor always
knows the immediate direction toward – and the
rough distance to – any speaker she sniffs-out via use
of this ability. Once she has the scent, the fomor may
thereafter hunt the speaker as normal, via the Tracking
(W20, pg. 284) and Shadowing (W20, pg. 274) rules.
Some desires burn, writhing & spitting venom, much
more grotesquely than others, of course …and thereby
release a significantly stronger scent. Dudes who make
lots of self-pitying little wishes, near-constantly day-in-
&-day-out, develop something like the stale, lingering
stench of a two-&-a-half-pack-a-day chain smoker. An
odor this strong reduces the difficulties on all rolls made
by the fomor to hunt, track, or shadow the selected sad-
sack by anywhere from -1 to -3.
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 The fomor may, of course, choose to act – or not act
– on information she gains in this way as she desires,
and studious use of this ability can provide her with
ample access to a number of desperate people more-
than-likely willing to make a very foolish wish in the
very near future.
Note that the fomor can’t actually grant an
outwardly-verbalized wish (see below) using her Power
unless she specifically hears the wish spoken aloud
AND the prospective wisher is in her direct line-of-
sight. The fomor may very well have to jump in a
van, drive her happy ass across town, break into an
apartment, and ask a guy – currently sobbing in his
darkened bedroom – to repeat himself with the whole
“I wish” thing.
Something about his …dad? His ex-wife? His boss?
C’mon, buddy.
Speak up.
While this sense-augmenting ability is in-effect, the
difficulties of all non-hunting-related die-rolls made
by the fomor are increased by 1; difficulties on rolls
involving real mental acuity or sharp intellectual focus
are instead increased by 3. A fomor with the Merit:
Concentration (W20, pg. 475) reduces these penalties
by one: to +0 and +2, respectively.
Reek of Burning Desires is not a separate Fomori
Power; the ability to utilize this special trick is
inherent to the Grant the Heart’s Blackest Longing
Power: it simply represents a “step up” in training.
This phrase – “I wish…” – must be immediately
followed by a clear, direct statement of what the
human wants: mumbling, trailing-off, or getting
interrupted cancels the activation instantly. Tiny
pauses & slight re-wordings of the wish are allowable,
up to a point: “Boy, I sure do wish my in-laws were dead”
and “Gee, you know what I wish? That all this whole
fucking office would get burned to the ground” are totes
allowable & both work fine.
“We wish you a merry Christmas,” on the other hand,
ain’t gonna cut it.
Once the fomor has a properly-phrased wish
dangling in front of her, all fat & juicy, the fomor may
spend a point of Willpower (or Gnosis, if she has it)
and roll Willpower, difficulty 7. Each success on this
roll allows the fomor to spend one Dark Miracle point
on the menu below, granting the wish (by, in this case,
adjusting the wisher and/or reality as she sees fit):
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DARK MIRACLES MENU
• 1 Dark Miracle point per added dot of any
Attribute
• 1 Dark Miracle point per 2 added dots of
Abilities
• 1 Dark Miracle point per three added dots
of Rage, Gnosis, or Willpower (may be
divided as the fomor desires)
• 1 Dark Miracle point per 5 points of
Merits added or Flaws bought-off
• 1 Dark Miracle point per 3 points in
any set of Backgrounds (W20, pg. 138)
related to the world of baseline humans:
Resources, Allies, and Contacts, for
example; as Storyteller, you may also
consider allowing Backgrounds such as
Fame, Influence (V20, pg. 114-115) or
even Backup (M20, pg. 306). Note that
Backgrounds increased in this way may
very well exceed any sort of “normal
limits” otherwise attainable only by a pack
pooling their Backgroundsl however, this
Power cannot grant dots in Ancestors or
Fetish (for example) to a human
• 1 Dark Miracle point per Health Level
added; for each Health Level gained in
this way, the wisher grows by about a foot
in height
• 2 Dark Miracle points: any one Fomori
Power
• 1-5 Dark Miracle points: generate the
effects of any Gift (1 point per Level of the
Gift) on behalf of the wisher
• 1 Dark Miracle point: generate any
lesser magical effect, like conjuring an
O’Tolley’s cheeseburger and fries from
nothing, or tweaking the subject’s height,
weight, or their apparent gender (without
altering the wisher’s actual Appearance
Trait)
• 1 Dark Miracle point: increase the
duration of the wish’s effects by 1d10
scenes or 1d10 hours (whichever comes
first); the fomor can guess how long the
wish will last, within a rough range of
about an hour or two either way
Once the fomor grants the wish, the victim OOPS
NO I MEAN RECIPIENT gains all the benefits for
one hour or one scene (again, whichever comes first):
this is a temporary boost, at best.
When the wish wears off, the entire wish-effect
ends: instantly, violently, and in the absolute most
destructive way possible. For example: a car purchased
with temporarily-increased Resources instantly locks-
up as the engine annihilates itself, temporarily-boosted
Strength fails spectacularly, and borrowed Appearance
or Intelligence fails hard enough to make the wisher
feel even uglier and dumber (and patheticer) than he
was before he made the wish, like the big dumb stupid
ugly loser he is.
If she so desires, the fomor may also delay the
results of the wish by up to 24 hours, allowing
for the effect to kick-in only when appropriate.
If a dude says “I wish I could kick my boss’s ass,”
for example, a wish-granting fomor (scoring
three successes) could happily oblige by
slapping him with the Exoskeleton Fomori
Power and two free dots of Brawl.
(Note that if the fomor had scored two
more successes, she could have also thrown-
on Berserker, Regeneration, Unnatural
Strength, or anything else the Storyteller
considered appropriate to such an open-ended
wish.)
…which is all great, except that the wisher
isn’t even going to see his boss until the next
day at work, at which point the wish (if
granted immediately) will have worn off.
Thus, the fomor may choose to put the wish
on a delayed timer: the wish will kick-in when
the unlucky boss next crosses paths with his
disgruntled employee, then fade at the end
of the scene. If anyone ever asks the poor
schmuck – who walks into work the next
day & punches his boss’s head clean off his
body, potentially while inciting Delirium in
himself (and others!) the whole time – what
happened, he’ll remember only wishing that
he could kick his boss’s ass …and then a cut-
scene. Like in a movie.
Fade to black.
Suddenly he’s at work, his boss screaming in
terror.
Of course, most investigations by mundane,
non-Garou authorities will begin & end with
the cops poking the dude’s dead body with
a stick (after security guns him down with
extreme prejudice), possibly pausing long
enough to jot-down “looks like drugs done it”.
Immediately after a wish wears off, someone – either
the wish-recipient or the fomor, fomor’s choice! – has
their life expectancy reduced by 1d10 years.
FUN FACT: life expectancy (at birth) in the
United States for 2020 was 77.3 years: male
life expectancy was 74.5 years and female life
expectancy was 80.2 years. Please see the internet
for more fun facts about life expectancy statistics for
use in your Werewolf: The Apocalypse game.
Chapter 2: New Fomori Powers
People who die from this life-expectancy-reduction
effect (effectively an overexposure to the direct
energies of Malfeas) leave behind very creepy corpses,
capable of – in some cases – inciting the actual
Delirium: riddled with tumors, full of colorful metallic
fungus with a thick smell of rust to them, pregnant
with clumps of bizarre semi-solid inorganic growths
that might be …bits of architecture?
Current best guess is that they’re stillborn Wyrm-
tainted Structural Geomids (W20, pg. 449) or
something of similar “base building-blocks-of-
consensus-reality” nature.
But, to clarify, that’s not exactly settled science.
OH!
And last but not least: if the recipient of the wish’s
benefit dies within 24 hours of making the wish,
as a direct unintended consequence of making the wish
(see below), the fomor gets her expended point of
Willpower (or Gnosis) back and then also gets two
more points – of whatever type she wants – added
directly to her current pool of temporary Willpower,
Rage, or Gnosis.
These points are free and are assigned as the fomor
desires: she could score one Rage, one Gnosis, and one
Willpower, if she wanted to, or cash-in all three as
Willpower.
Up to her.
After all …she’s the big winner in Vegas tonight,
baby.
The fomor always gets a quick psycho-spiritual
“heads-up” immediately before her investment in
cruelty pays off. Less than a minute, but enough time
to activate a Power or two (and thereby make room for
the incoming bolt of stolen life-essence & squandered
cosmic potential).
Note that the victim of the fomor’s wish-
granting Power must die as a direct and
unintended consequence of – very specifically
– making the wish before the fomor can
score her payout in hot, hot, dirty, nasty, tasty
life-energy; any other cause of death – erring
on the side of “nope” – means the fomor gets
nothing.
EXAMPLE ONE: A sad-sack convenience-
store clerk mentions offhandedly that he
wishes he were rich. Spooky Sally Razor-
Eyes – a fomor First Team member – spends a
point of Willpower and activates this Power:
skyrocketing the clerk’s Resources Background
for a few hours (she’s guessing around seven).
The clerk’s phone pings, alerting him that
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 137 million dollars was just deposited into his apartment atop a luxury hotel, from which he may take
bank account. Upon checking his account, the his private helicopter to his exclusive new nightclub
clerk screams: jumping up & down with joy. just outside of city limits.
Johnny Chainsaw-Dick, a member of Spooky
Sally’s First Team, shoots the clerk in the head Only a few hours later, however – probably by
– spraying his brains across the convenience morning – there’s no record of the victim ever having
store – and takes the clerk’s phone, which the stayed at the hotel. His fancy clothing crumbles to ash,
First Team uses to pay for a hotel room. and his “nightclub” is a long-abandoned warehouse.
The impeccably-dressed driver of his limo can be found
Sally receives no return on her investment in wrapped in rags, sleeping-off a wine hangover in an
Willpower, nor does she receive any additional alleyway behind the hotel, while the limo & helicopter
Willpower (or Rage, or Gnosis). are simply… gone.
EXAMPLE TWO: A sad-sack convenience- All those hot, fashionable party-goers at the club?
store clerk mentions offhandedly that he
wishes he were rich. Spooky Sally Razor-Eyes They were, it turns out, just an encampment of
– being clever – asks him why he wants to be broken-hearted, hollow-eyed addicts squatting in the
rich: what would he even buy with such epic- shadows of the dusty warehouse. But they’re haunted
god-loads of money? And, like …why not just by tantalizing dreams of that one sweet night for the
wish for a lifetime supply of that? The clerk, rest of their very short, sad, pitiable lives.
upon considering that Spooky Sally seems
pretty cool, mentions that he would spend his
money on purchasing methamphetamines.
Spooky Sally coaches him – oh-so-very
gently – into stating out-loud that he
specifically wishes he had a lifetime supply of
methamphetamines: enough to kill a rhino, so
he could party like the ultimate rock star.
Spooky Sally spends a point of Willpower
and activates this Power: giving the clerk a
few dots of Stamina (& maybe the Mega-
Stamina Fomori Power, just for fun-sies) for an
hour, plus jacking his Resources Background
to 5: enough for him to have enough meth
(retroactively purchased & used before his
shift) in him to kill a rhino. The clerk departs,
a whirlwind of party-hard, dropping his pants
as he goes. Spooky Sally removes his wallet
from his pants pocket, with which she will
later pay for a hotel room.
When the clerk’s heart explodes in his chest – or he
dies from gunshot wounds, or whatever – an hour
later as the wish wears off, Sally receives-back her
point of Willpower and then additionally gains
two more points of temporary Willpower (or Rage,
or Gnosis, as she desires).
When this special Power is used to increase the
Background of a victim, such as his Resources or his
Allies rating, the wisher is always assumed to-have-
had direct access to this newly-established level of
retroactively-gifted opulence & social authority for up
to one full week. Thus, if the fomor bumps the victim’s
Resources from 0 to 5, for example, the victim could
tear-away his ratty trench-coat to reveal a $25,000
suit beneath, with matching $10,000 wristwatch;
the victim could then snap his fingers to summon
a limousine, used to deliver him to his penthouse
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Greater Gifts of Malfeas: The raw mystical killing-
power of the very Maeljin Incarna themselves flows in
the twisted veins of the fomor. Boo-yah.
System: Whenever the freak gains a new Gift via
the Gifted Fomor Power, she may select a Gift of Level
3 or lower (rather than selecting a Gift of Level 1 or
2).
This special Fomori Power may be selected multiple
times: each time the Power is selected, the maximum
Level of Gift the fomor may gain increases by one (to a
maximum of Level Six).
Note that – unless the fomor also possesses the
Twisted Gifts Fomori Power (see below) – the freak
may still only select from the Homid, Ahroun, and
Black Spiral Dancer lists: use of this Power may grant
use of Stolen Hide (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 122)
to a fomor who already possesses Grave Claws (W20
Book of the Wyrm, pg. 121), and it totally provides
VIP, all-access backstage passes to Gifts like Patagia,
Touch of the Eel, Crawling Poison, and even Balefire
(W20, pg. 427-428) …but it can’t get you Call the
Rust or Gift of the Termite (W20, pg. 175), for
example.
In addition, the fomor may always spend points of
temporary Willpower (in place of points of Rage or
points of Gnosis) to activate any Gift she possesses;
similarly, the fomor may choose to roll her Willpower
(rather than the listed Attribute + Ability, if any)
when activating any Gift she possesses.
Heavy Armor: Shrouded in a twitching fortress of
razor-draped plate, the fomor strides the battlefield to
Apocalypse like a living tank.
System: The fomor spends one point of Willpower
(or Rage, if she has it) and rolls Willpower, difficulty
6. For each success on this roll, the fomor gains one
point of armor protection (W20, pg. 291) for the
rest of the scene. In addition, an attacker botching a
Brawl or Melee roll against the fomor during this time
instantly suffers a number of dice of aggravated damage
equal to the attacker’s own Strength Trait.
If the fomor desires, she may also generate a
physical shield at this time: this shield occupies
one of the fomor’s limbs. Each turn, the fomor
may take an action to perform a Dexterity +
Melee roll (difficulty 6), usually requiring the
fomor to either split her dice-pools or to use
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a Rage action if she also desires to attack; on
a success, the fomor wields her hideous active
defense skillfully enough to add 3 additional
soak-dice to her pool.
Armor protection gained in this way stacks with all
other armor worn by the fomor.
For every two points of armor the fomor gains in
this way beyond the first, the freak also suffers one of
the following effects (her choice, when the Power is
activated):
• the fomor loses one die from all Dexterity-
related dice pools: for example, if the fomor
gains 3 points of armor, she suffers a one-die
penalty on all Dexterity-related dice pools; if
she gains 5 points of armor, she suffers a two-
dice penalty on all Dexterity-related dice pools
• the fomor loses two dice from all Perception-
related dice pools: for example, if the fomor
gains 3 points of armor, she suffers a two-dice
penalty on all Perception-related dice pools; if
she gains 5 points of armor, she suffers a four-
dice penalty on all Perception-related dice
pools
• the fomor’s movement-speed is halved: because
normal humans jog at a rate of 13 yards per
turn and run at a rate of 20 yards per turn, a
fomor who gains 5 points of armor, for example
(selecting this effect twice) may run at a rate of
only 5 yards per turn
The fomor may mix-&-match these effects as
she desires: if she gains 7 points of armor, she may
choose to suffer a one-die penalty on all Dexterity-
related dice pools, suffer a two-dice penalty on all
Perception-related dice pools, and half her movement
rate (allowing her to run at a rate of only 10 yards per
turn). In addition, the fomor may reduce the amount
of armor granted to her by use of this ability by any
amount, at will as a free action, causing her armor to
fall away like infected scabs.
Armor that provides only two soak-dice of
protection, after all, has no drawback.
Or, well, except for one: while this Power is active, at
all, the fomor’s Appearance Trait (if any) is reduced to
zero. She can pass for human in silhouette, maybe, at a
distance …but definitely not up-close or under any kind
of halfway-decent lighting.
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Heightened Formula Pool: Some of the products House of Ten-Thousand Demons: The fomor
of Project Echidna are special-bred to hold near- becomes a roiling flesh-tide, with each and every part
limitless volumes of the life-enhancing Formula Z. of the freak given horrid new life: a gore-slick horde of
System: This special Fomori Power may only be
selected by a Z-enhanced fomor.
The maximum formula pool of the Z-enhanced
Fomor is increased by 5.
This special Fomori Power may be selected more
than once. Its effects stack.
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independent, malevolent limbs.
System: This one is dangerous, and rare, and very
likely to kill an incautious fomor …which is probably
the number one reason it’s rare as it is.
The fomor must first possess the Regeneration
Fomori Power (W20, pg. 436) before she may select
this Power.
The fomor spends a point of Willpower (or Gnosis,
if she wants) and rolls Willpower (difficulty 7) to
activate this Power. A success on this roll summons a
single lesser Bane from the local Umbra, inviting the
dark spirit into the fomor’s body, alongside the Bane
(or Banes) already jammed in there.
As noted above, under the Birth-Forth Bane
Fomori Power entry, some type of foul spirit
must be present on the other side of the
Gauntlet for this Power to function: it’s less
than useless while assaulting a sacred Garou
caern, for example, and only 100% reliable in
areas where the local Penumbra is a full-on
Blight or Hellhole. As such, most fomori with
this Power also possess the Power Twisted
Gifts (below) and the Gift: Call of the Wyrm
(W20, pg. 169) …although such abilities
aren’t technically a prerequisite.
Anyway: this incorporeal being, once summoned,
boasts 1 dot apiece in each Mental Attribute
(Intelligence, Wits, and Perception) and a single dot
of Willpower. Each success beyond the first on the
activation-roll, however, greatly increases the quality
of the newly-possessing specimen: adding 1 extra Bane
Point to the Storyteller’s budget, to be spent on the
menu below.
BANE ENHANCEMENTS MENU
• 1 Bane point per dot of Mental Attributes
• 1 Bane point per 2 dots of Abilities
• 1 Bane point per three dots of Rage,
Gnosis, or Willpower (may be divided as
the Storyteller desires)
• 1 Bane point per 5 points of Merits
• 1 Bane point per additional Health Level;
for each Health Level gained in this way,
the fomor increases in size, usually growing
by about a foot.
• 2 Bane points: any one Fomori Power
• 1-5 Bane points: any Gift from any Gift-
list, one Bane point per Level of the Gift
Note, again, that the Storyteller builds this new
Bane, not the fomor. The fomor merely serves as a
temporary “glove” for the Wyrm-spirit to wear in
order to interact with reality: in a heavily-polluted
urban sprawl, the fomor might very well summon a
H’ruggling or Wakshaani, for example …but she can’t
choose which specific variety of Wyrm Elemental will
step across the Gauntlet to join her flesh.
The fomor maintains telepathic contact with her
new summoned Bane under all circumstances, with
no roll or action required; this Fomori Power may be
activated multiple times in rapid succession, allowing
for a small horde of Banes to inhabit the body of the
fomor simultaneously.
Banes summoned in this way remain for one hour or
until dismissed by the fomor, whichever comes first;
the fomor may always dismiss any number of Banes she
has summoned by use of this Power at any time, at-will,
as a free reflexive action.
Once this Power is successfully activated, the fomor
must immediately assign her new Bane to an existing
body-part she already possesses:
• her core mass (torso and all limbs, unless
a limb is otherwise assigned to another
Bane)
• a single arm
• her lower body (including any & all legs)
• one novel extremity or set of novel
extremities (such as a pair of wings, a tail,
an extra arm jutting from her sternum, or
a mass of thrashing tendrils comin’ out of
her butt)
The new Bane, once assigned, takes over that body-
section and “gets comfortable” for the rest of the round:
the chosen mass of flesh mutates even more horribly,
bulging with unholy abundance (including, for example,
erupting with eyes & less-savory sensory organs).
In effect, the chosen body-part is thereafter directed
(under the fomor’s telepathic oversight & supervision) by
the new Bane, while the fomor continues to “pilot” the
remainder of her body:
If the fomor chooses to place a Bane in charge of her core
mass…
she retains control of only her head (and of her
various associated head-centric body-functions):
she can speak, look around, spend Willpower
(and Rage & Gnosis), bite people who get too
close to her, use Fomori Powers like Crown of
Balefire, Frog Tongue, and Voice of the Wyrm,
and otherwise do all manner of horrible shit.
During this time, the fomor is also considered a
small target – with all combat difficulties to target
her increased by two – and she is reduced to only
four Health Levels. As long as she has at least
one of her (two original human) eyes remaining,
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she can always – as a free reflexive action –
choose to lose an eye instead of suffering a
Health Level of damage; so long as the eye wasn’t
destroyed by aggravated damage, she can also
choose to regrow an eye in place of regenerating
a Health Level of lethal damage (since she
retains her Regeneration Fomori Power). She
rolls initiative (and takes actions) separately
from her body and doesn’t suffer wound penalties
from wounds inflicted on her body: she’s in the
gunner’s seat, on the walkie-talkie with the guy
driving the big-rig, so him getting shot thirty
times doesn’t really inconvenience her. She can
even survive decapitation, up to a point: if her
body is totally destroyed, the fomor must heal 10
Health Levels of damage and spend a point of
Willpower to regrow her full body.
Her body, meanwhile, retains all of its normal
Health Levels (usually seven), and is piloted
by the possessing Bane. The body may move,
make attacks, throw shit, set things on fire, and
generally otherwise rampage brutally as the Bane
desires. It has access to all of the fomor’s base
Physical Attributes (her Strength, Dexterity,
and Stamina) and to all of her Fomori Powers
(including Regeneration), but must spend from
its own Rage, Gnosis, and Willpower pools to
use any of ‘em that have an activation-cost. The
possessing Bane may also bring along its own
Powers (like Exoskeleton!) which – again – it
has to pay to activate on its own. The Bane-
possessed body rolls initiative (and takes actions)
separately from the fomor & doesn’t suffer any
kind of penalties from wounds inflicted to “its”
head. The Bane gets to run around and be a
dick in 3-dimensional physical space up to the
point that the body dies, which may or may not
be at the same time as the person upstairs. Note
that the Bane doesn’t get access to the fomor’s
Abilities: if the Bane wants to engage in Brawl,
Melee, or Firearms combat, it has to use its own
Ability rating.
If the fomor chooses to place a Bane in charge of a
single arm…
she retains control of the rest of her body, while
her arm is free to do whatever it is that Banes are
into (usually something horrible). She retains
all of her normal Health Levels (usually seven),
and can do anything that a person – who is
missing an arm – can do. She rolls initiative and
takes actions separately from her evil demon-
possessed arm & doesn’t suffer wound penalties
from damage inflicted to her arm. If her arm is
destroyed completely, she can expend 3 “Health
Levels worth of regeneration” and a point of
Willpower to regrow it.
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 Her arm, meanwhile, becomes a lashing,
independent creature of pure hate (sort of like
a snake) that happens to be attached to the
fomor’s shoulder. It’s considered a small target
(with all combat difficulties to target it increased
by one) with two Health Levels, access to all
of the fomor’s Physical Attributes (Strength,
Dexterity, and Stamina) and to all of her Fomori
Powers (including Regeneration). The Bane may
very well have brought-along some of its own
Fomori Powers, like Numbing or Berserker or
Unnatural Strength. As always, it has to spend
from its own pools to use Powers or Gifts with
an activation-cost. The Bane-possessed arm rolls
initiative and takes actions separately from the
fomor and doesn’t suffer any kind of penalties
from wounds inflicted to its host. Note that
the Bane still doesn’t get any kind of access to
the fomor’s Ability Traits: if the Bane wants to
engage in Brawl, Melee, or Firearms combat, it
has to use its own Ability rating.
If the fomor chooses to place a Bane in charge of her
lower body…
the rules are broadly the same as those for the
fomor relinquishing control over an arm, except
that the Bane is significantly more likely to
bring-along the Extra Speed Fomori Power:
allowing the fomor to sprint at eerily inhuman
speeds while also calmly blazing forth with her
Uzis on full-auto (in effect, the fomor is treated
as “stationary” while her Bane-possessed lower
extremities skitter around all hibbilty-pibbilty,
running up walls like Riverdance).
If the fomor chooses to place a Bane in charge of a
novel extremity or set of extremities…
the rules are broadly the same as those for the
fomor relinquishing control over an arm (or
her legs!), except that the fomor doesn’t lose
use of an arm (or of her legs!): a fomor who
passes command over her wings to a demonic
“autopilot” can do whatever the hell she wants
while in-flight, including Sudoku puzzles or
catching a quick nap, while a fomor who gives
her scorpion-tail the job “kill those guys” can
send a quick email while her tail does its thing.
This horrid Power is particularly common
among those who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the
shamanistic tradition of Wyrm-magicians trained by
Nightmaster W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
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Humanoid Projectile: Rag-doll go WHEEEE!
System: The fomor must first touch her target,
which is obviously easiest if the target is already
grabbed, grappled, clinched, or held (W20 pg. 299).
If her target is dazed or immobilized (W20 pg. 249),
the fomor can effectively touch her target without first
making an attack-roll. Likewise, if her target is just
caught totally off-guard, the fomor can casually poke
the dude right in the chest.
If not? Well, the fomor has to make physical contact
before this power can “go off” …which may require the
fomor to split her dice-pool. Dangerous stuff.
Ever poke an Ahroun in the chest?
When this Power is used, the fomor spends one
point of Willpower (or Rage, if she’s got it) and rolls
Willpower (difficulty 6) to ‘splode her target back like
they just caught a shotgun blast, crashing to the ground
roughly ten yards away a split-second later. Resisting
this sudden corruption of several important, well-
known, named laws of physics requires the victim to
make a free Dexterity + Athletics roll, difficulty 7, and
score more successes than the fomor …or go for a ride.
Getting yeeted in this way deals a number of dice
of bashing damage equal to the Willpower of the
fomor when her target strikes a solid surface, and
automatically knocks the target prone (W20, pg. 269).
Each additional success on the activation roll beyond
the first sends her target flying an additional 5 yards
and deals one additional die of damage to her opponent.
The fomor may choose to place her target nearly
anywhere within the range of her blast that she wants.
Tossing her opponent across a rooftop, onto a highway,
into the jaws of another Wyrm-critter, or out the
window of a building, if she so desires.
The fomor can deal lethal – or even aggravated! –
damage with this technique by throwing her opponent
into (or onto) something inherently more dangerous
than “the ground”. If she throws her opponent
through a glass coffee table, into a rack of knives, or
onto a blazing-hot stovetop, for example, damage
from this attack is dealt as lethal (if not aggravated)
damage. The fomor can even attempt to strike another
opponent with her yeeted victim, if she desires. The
targeted opponent can attempt to dodge the incoming
missile as normal, and the potential damage dealt
by this Power is divided equally between the thrown
victim and the target.
Illusions: This ability allows the fomor to conjure
a set of minor phantasms which confound either the
sight, the hearing, or the sense-of-smell of all her
victims. She may evoke the scent of rot, the image of
a face (or silhouette) at the window, or the sound of
thunder, gunshots, police sirens, or shattering glass (for
example). She can duplicate precise voices, faces, and
even the scent of very specific rot, but she must possess
intimate knowledge of any creature or object she
desires to fabricate.
The fomor may use this phantasm to mask or cover
an existing stimulus (drawing the illusion of an empty
street over herself) or to invent from nothing (creating
the sound of a voice on the phone). Maintaining this
phantasm requires concentration: before the fomor
may perform any action that would require a roll, she
must first succeed at a free, reflexive Willpower roll
(difficulty 7) to hold the illusion’s subtleties in-place.
Failure on this roll causes the phantasm to shatter.
Phantasms created by this Power cannot directly deal
damage. The illusion of a car striking a victim doesn’t
hurt or knock the victim over, illusory flames don’t
burn, an illusory blade can’t cut, and illusory bullets
fired from an illusory gun “always miss”. In point of
fact, most fomor with this ability are very careful to
not include such elements in their illusions, since it’s
a dead giveaway. That said, phantasms can definitely
indirectly deal damage. Drawing the illusion of a packed
nightclub over a victim’s senses might cause him to
walk off the edge of a building, for example.
System: The fomor spends a point of Willpower (or
Gnosis, if she’s got it) to craft her chosen phantasm,
filling an area of roughly 20 cubic feet with images,
sounds, or scents as she desires. This illusion persists
until the end of the scene, until the fomor leaves the
area (such as by stepping out of the room), or until a
creature immune to the Delirium somehow pierces the
illusion. Once the illusion is broken by any victim, it
swiftly fades to mere filth-riddled hallucination.
The fomor may also casually dismiss her phantasm at
any time as a reflexive action.
This horrid Power is particularly common
among those who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the
shamanistic tradition of Wyrm-magicians trained by
Nightmaster W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
Chapter 2: New Fomori Powers
Improved Flight:
From torn and shattered skies, the slavering legions of
the Wyrm descend.
System: The fomor must first possess the Wings
Fomori Power (W20, pg. 439) before she may select
this Power. This special Fomori Power may be selected
more than once; each time it is selected, the fomor
may choose one of the following benefits:
• the fomor’s flight-speed increases from jogging
speed (normally 13 yards/turn for humans) to
15 miles per hour (45 yards/turn)
o the fomor’s flight-speed increases from
15 miles per hour to 30 miles per hour
(90 yards/turn)
o the fomor’s flight-speed increases from
30 miles per hour to 45 miles per hour
(135 yards/turn)
o the fomor’s flight-speed increases from
45 miles per hour to 60 miles per hour
(180 yards per turn)
o the fomor’s flight-speed increases from
60 miles per hour to 75 miles per hour
(225 yards per turn)
• the fomor’s vertical movement, while in-flight,
is at half speed (rather than at less than one-
quarter speed): the fomor can gain 6 yards of
altitude per turn (rather than 3 yards/turn)
o the fomor’s vertical movement, while
in-flight, is at full speed (rather than
half speed): the fomor can gain 13
yards of altitude per turn (rather than
6 yards/turn)
• the fomor flies without the benefit of wings
– simply hanging in-air and moving in the
direction of her choice as she desires – and
may hover indefinitely without requiring
concentration
A fomor may not choose any benefit listed above
until she has selected the previous benefit in the chain
(if such a chain exists). A fomor who has gained this
Power twice may choose to fly without the benefit of
wings and to increase her vertical movement to half
speed while in-flight, for example, and she may – upon
gaining this Power a third time – choose either to boost
her flight-speed to 15 miles per hour or to increase
her vertical movement to full speed while in-flight…
but she can’t jump straight to 60 mile an hour flight
without hitting all the earlier stops along the way.
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Improved Hideous Strength: Some particularly
nasty creatures, raised since first gestation on utterly
absurd doses of Formula Z, respond to the strange
alchemical substance in truly terrifying ways.
System: This special Fomori Power may only be
selected by a Z-enhanced fomor.
The Z-enhanced fomor adds one additional die to all
Strength-related dice rolls; in effect, it gains an extra
+1 to Strength (for a total of +2 Strength). Whenever
it spends a point from its formula pool to exchange
its extra die of Strength for an automatic success on
Strength-related rolls for the turn, it loses both dice
(and gains two automatic successes).
This special Fomori Power may be gained twice. If it
is selected a second time, the Z-enhanced fomor adds
another additional die to all Strength-related dice rolls;
in effect, it gains an extra +1 to Strength (for a total
of +3 Strength). Whenever it spends a point from its
formula pool to exchange its extra dice of Strength for
an automatic success on Strength-related rolls for the
turn, it loses all three dice (and gains a total of three
automatic successes).
Improved Homogeneity: Conform, deviant.
System: The fomor must already possess the
Homogeneity Fomori Power (W20, pg. 434) before she
may select this Power. This special Fomori Power may
be selected more than once; each time it is selected, the
fomor chooses one of the following benefits:
• The range of the fomor’s Homogeneity Power
increases by 20 yards.*
• The difficulty of any activation-roll made by an
opponent to use a Gift, Power, magic spell, or
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other supernatural effect targeting the fomor is
increased by +2.*
• Whenever the fomor is subject to a Gift,
Power, magic spell, or other supernatural
effect, she may – as a free reaction – spend a
point of Willpower (or Gnosis) and roll her
Willpower. Each success on this roll cancels
one of her opponent’s successes to utilize the
supernatural effect. The difficulty of the fomor’s
Willpower-roll is the same as the base difficulty
of the supernatural effect targeting her. If the
fomor is hit with Body Wrack (W20, pg. 174),
for example, and all rolls to use a Gift on her
suffer a +2 increase in difficulty – because she
selected that option from this list previously
– the fomor rolls her Willpower (difficulty of
her own Stamina +3), while her opponent rolls
Gnosis (difficulty of the fomor’s Stamina + 5).
• As long at the fomor has physically touched
her target during the last scene, she may – at
will, as a regular action – spend a point of
Willpower to cancel the benefit of a single
ongoing Gift, Power, magic spell, or other
supernatural effect enhancing her target. This
supernatural effect ends instantly and cannot
be reactivated until the end of the scene (after
that, the supernatural effect can be reactivated
as normal). Permanent magical effects inherent
to a supernatural entity cannot be canceled by
use of this Power: the benefit of Razor Claws
(W20, pg. 171) could be cancelled, but not a
Garou’s inherent ability to shapeshift; similarly,
a leech’s use of the Gift: Eye of the Cobra,
Heightened Senses, Persuasion, or Resist Pain
(W20, pg. 454) could be disrupted, but not the
walking corpse’s inherent immortality or thirst
for blood.
 • Whenever any non-human, supernatural to be fully inhuman. Oops.
creature – such as a leech, fomor, mage, or
member of the Fera – is within range of the That will, BTW, cause certain Garou – and most
fomor’s Homogeneity Power, that creature’s leeches! – to fly into frenzy.
Appearance Trait automatically drops by 1 (to Improved Regeneration: Some things just won’t
a minimum of zero) as the creature’s “mask” stay dead.
begins to slip: their hidden freakishness laid-
bare for all to see. This reveal of the awful System: The fomor must already possess the
truth may not be noticeable – or, at least, not Regeneration Fomori Power (W20, pg. 436) before she
recognizable – by baseline mundane humans may select this Power. At the end of each minute, the
subject to the Delirium, but it’s always noticed fomor heals one level of aggravated damage.
by the fomor (no roll or action required),
as well as by any entity hit with a bout of In addition, at will, the fomor may spend a point
temporary Trait-loss. It feels kinda… itchy. of Willpower (or Rage) as a free reaction to heal a
o Appearance-loss from exposure to level of aggravated damage (instead of healing a single
the fomor’s presence increases by 1; Health Level of lethal damage that round, as normal).
the fomor is flat-out immune to all Alternatively, the fomor may instead choose to spend a
emotion-control Gifts, Powers, and point of Willpower (or Rage) as a free reaction to heal
magic. all of her bashing damage (instead of healing a level of
o Appearance-loss from exposure to the lethal damage that round).
fomor’s presence increases by 1; the
fomor is flat-out immune to all illusion- At will, the fomor may also spend a point of
based Gifts, Powers, and magic. Willpower (or Rage) as a regular action to roll
o Appearance-loss from exposure to the Willpower (difficulty 7). Each success on this roll heals
fomor’s presence increases by 1; the a single level of bashing, lethal, or aggravated damage
fomor is flat-out immune to all mind- to the fomor, in order: if the fomor has two Health
control & mental-manipulation Gifts, Levels of bashing damage, two levels of lethal damage,
Powers, and magic. and two levels of aggravated damage when she uses
o Appearance-loss from exposure to the this Power, then – for example – upon scoring a set of
fomor’s presence increases by 1; the four successes she would remove two levels of bashing
fomor is flat-out immune to any Gift, damage & both levels of lethal damage.
Power, or magic-spell that would limit
her senses in any way: she effortlessly
sees through all magical fog, darkness,
invisibility, and any other effects
that would normally shroud or hide a
supernatural entity.
Any benefit marked with * on the list above may be
selected multiple times; the benefits stack.
… so, regarding that very last Power on the list:
The fomor may not choose any benefit in the
Appearance-loss chain (above) until she has selected
the initial prerequisite, but she may then select later
immunities in the chain in any order.
Appearance-loss inflicted on a supernatural creature
via this Power doesn’t necessarily reveal the exact
nature of the entity in question, but it is thematic: a
leech looks more like the blood-drinking corpse it is,
a werewolf looks more like a snarling dog-man in an
ill-fitting person-suit, and a mage looks (slightly) more
like a drugged-out, wild-eyed reality-bender with a god-
complex.
Note that an entity so-affected doesn’t automatically
rend the Veil when this Appearance-loss occurs…
unless their Appearance drops to zero, revealing them
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Implode Skeletal-Structure: It does exactly what
it says on the tin.
System: The fomor spends one point of Willpower
(or Gnosis, if she’s got it) and rolls Willpower
(difficulty 7) as she touches an opponent.
Note that the fomor usually has to first have her
target grabbed, grappled, clinched, or held (W20 pg.
299) before she can just casually “touch her opponent”.
If her target is dazed or immobilized (W20 pg. 249),
she can touch her target without making a roll, and
she can do the same thing if her target happens to be
surprised or caught off-guard.
Otherwise, the “touch your opponent” part is gonna
require a roll & an action.
Each success on the activation-roll deals one Health
Level of lethal damage to her foe as the victim’s bones
erupt inwards: imploding as a spray of jagged shards
even as they thin, twist, and lengthen into wicked
blades.
A fomor who achieves five or more successes on
this roll additionally causes her victim’s ribcage to
curve inward as it shatters, piercing her victim’s heart:
this is instantly fatal to any creature incapable of
regeneration… and it’s still incredibly painful (and
inconvenient) to Fera and most other supernatural
entities. A leech who suffers this damage to his
heart, specifically, loses half of his blood points as the
physical “seat of his vitae” erupts in a shower of cold
gore.
Note that the fomor may always choose to cause
lesser effects than full-on instant death: with a bit of
time & effort (and a Dexterity + Medicine roll or two),
the fomor can warp the bones of a helpless opponent
into any sick configuration she can imagine: sealing
the sockets of her opponent’s eyes closed or fusing all
the bones of her opponent’s hand into permanent fists?
That shit is casual child’s play to a fomor with this
Power.
Wanna see what she can do when she’s feeling really
creative?
NOTE: the fomor must first possess the Paint with
Flesh Fomori Power (see below) before she may select
this Power.
This horrid Power is particularly common among those
who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the shamanistic
tradition of Wyrm-magicians trained by Nightmaster
W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
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Insculpt the Rune of Shattering Elements: It is
one thing to know the sacred names of wind & wave,
of stone & sky, of flame & forest, and to keep them
forever holy. This path of wicked power, however,
begins with acquiring the grotesque inverse of such
otherworldly names… and in learning to carve the
jagged, abhorrent symbols of these ‘un-words’ into
one’s flesh to form an aegis of twisting blasphemy.
Sometimes, after all, the best defense is to just ruin
whatever touches you.
System: While wielding her awakened, non-
dormant Baneklaive (see Awaken the Baneklaive,
above), the fomor may choose any one substance –
such as iron or glass – or one energy-type – such as fire,
cold, or electricity – spend a point of Gnosis, suffer a
single unsoakable Health Level of aggravated damage,
and make a Willpower roll (difficulty 7).
This damage is from gougin’ a big ol’ horrible rune
into her meaty-bits with her Baneklaive, just to clarify.
Seeing this icon – which represents the “fundamental
antithesis” of her chosen substance or energy-type,
as-written in one of the more-primordial tongues of
Malfeas – incites the Delirium, and is immediately
recognizable by anyone who sees it: the rune of ‘un-
Iron’ doesn’t have to be “read” to be understood or
comprehended; instead, the rune screams its meaning,
violently, across every possible wavelength (to the
point that matter & energy themselves back away,
slowly, eyeing the exits).
Such a rune cannot be pronounced – at least, not
by anything born within spitting-distance of what we
like to call “not the absolute worst parts of the Deep
Umbra” – but trying really super hard to sound-it-out
will eventually cause any number of nasty side-effects
(including severe migraines, bleeding from the eyes
and nose, a precipitous loss of Gnosis, coma, and
death).
The fomor is allowed a certain amount of… leeway,
perhaps, when selecting her specific chosen substance
or energy-type: bullets (and cars, and baseball bats, and
many other objects!) are made from a wide variety of
materials, but the fomor can carve the word ‘un-bullet’
– if she desires – into herself with her Baneklaive and
thereby cover all bullets.
Won’t do her a lick of good against a car, of course.
This doesn’t work on broader categories of dangerous
things – like ‘un-weapon’ or ‘un-Injury’, unfortunately
– but it does, for whatever reason, work for ‘un-undead’
(covering all leeches & all ghosts) and ‘un-blade’
(which covers knives, swords, and claws… but not
fangs, chains, solid punches in the nose, getting hit
with a chair, or being run over by a motorcycle).
The word ‘un-water’ can prevent the fomor from
drowning – forcing water away from her, even if the
water isn’t particularly clean or pure – and the word
‘un-poison’ will instantly cancel the effects of any
venom, toxin, or deleterious chemical that comes into
physical contact with her.
Most fomor who pick up this ability experiment with
it a lot – or, at least, as much as they’re able – and are
very rarely surprised by what they can and can’t do.
The Storyteller is, of course, the final arbiter of what
words work (and which ones don’t).
The fomor may also choose a single living creature
known to her (rather than a given substance or energy-
type) and write-out the ‘un-name’ of that creature…
but the magic covers only physical contact by that
specific creature. If the fomor chooses a specific Garou,
the Power won’t protect against physical contact by
any other werewolf… and it won’t protect against any
attacks made by her chosen Garou with anything other
than fists, fangs, head-butts, and claws: the werewolf
can still stab the fomor with a klaive, shoot her with a
gun, or run her over with a car.
It also doesn’t prevent the Garou from using
offensive Gifts on her.
The fomor also can’t write ‘un-silver’: the word
doesn’t exist, and don’t ask me why.
Something about magic, probably.
For each success on her activation-roll, the fomor
gains one of the following (her choice, made when the
Power is activated; this involves barely-perceptible
micro-adjustments to the exact shape of the rune) for
one hour or for the remainder of the scene, whichever
comes first
• two soak-dice, useable only for soaking damage
from her chosen energy-type or substance: this
functions similarly to the Hell’s Hide Fomori
Power… and stacks with it, if the fomor carves un-
fire into herself!
• a -1 to her difficulty on all soak-rolls made to soak
damage from her chosen energy-type or substance
(as above)
• one additional hour is added to the duration of this
effect
• the fomor deals one Health Level of aggravated
damage, difficulty 8 to soak, to the object (or
creature) whenever she comes into physical
contact with it. Damage of this type is soaked
separately, in the event that the fomor punches a
target she’s warded-against
Chapter 2: New Fomori Powers
When the effect of this Power ends, the carved-
in rune fades to a gross, infected-looking smear of
meat, viscera, and torn-up skin: it becomes illegible,
cannot be read or recognized, and no long incites
the Delirium. The wound’s viciousness also drops in
severity to a Health Level of bashing damage (in other
words, it stops being aggravated), which the fomor may
heal as normal.
Effects generated by the rune stack. A fomor who
writes ‘un-concrete’ on herself, choosing primarily
to deal damage, cracks concrete just by touching it
with her bare palm; with five or more successes on
her roll – thereby dealing five levels of damage to any
concrete she touches each turn – she can push through
a concrete wall of arbitrary thickness at slightly-slower-
than-walking-speed.
Of course… if she doesn’t think to spend a little on
boosting her soak-pool, she might have a nasty surprise
in-store when the building collapses on her.
And unless she’s also willing to write ‘un-rebar’
on herself, she’ll be stopped short by any concrete
wall reinforced with those, possibly requiring her to
monkey-bar around.
No, she can’t just write ‘un-wall’ on herself.
She tried that. It didn’t work.
If the fomor ever completely soaks any attack made
with the selected substance or energy-type – meaning
that not a single Health Level of damage gets through
& she totally no-sells that shit – the fomor may
reflexively roll her Willpower (difficulty 8); this
doesn’t require an action. If the fomor achieves a total
number of successes on her Willpower roll greater than
the number of Health Levels of damage initially dealt
by her opponent, one of the following things happens
(Storyteller’s choice):
• the weapon used to strike the fomor
shatters instantly and is destroyed
• the attacker suffers the same damage
that was dealt to the fomor (before the
soak)
This is the result of a violent backlash of inverted
energy & corrupted matter. A gout of flame that hits a
fomor with ‘un-fire’ written on her is converted into a
burst of balefire, flung right back at the attacker, while
a bullet that strikes a fomor with ‘un-bullet’ written
on her explodes in a spray of hypersonic shrapnel,
specifically striking the shooter (or their firearm; again,
Storyteller’s choice as to whichever one is cooler &
more cinematic).
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Magic Blood: Oooh! It’s sparkly!
NOTE: contact a physician immediately if your
blood (or the blood of an associate) begins to visibly
sparkle in any way. Project Iliad is not responsible for
death or injury associated with (nor death or injury
occurring due to) sparkle-blood, nor may Pentex or any
subsidiary be found liable in the State of California for
any associated medical condition [including, but not
limited to, incidents of roaring-blood, exploding-blood,
blazing-blood, burning-blood, happy-dance-y-pants-y
clown-time party-blood, and full-body spontaneous
blood-evacuation and/or abandonment].
System: The fomor may always choose to spend a
point from her blood pool (see the Blood-Drinkin’
& Blood Glutton Powers, above) in place of a point
of Willpower. She still may not spend more than one
point of blood from her blood pool per round.
This special Power may be selected multiple times:
• If it’s selected a second time, the fomor may
also spend blood in place of Gnosis or Rage
(pick one. Note the fomor must already possess
a Rage pool or a Gnosis pool – such as through
the Berzerker Power or Spirit Ties Power –
before she gains any benefit from this Power).
• If it’s selected a third time, the fomor may
spend blood in place of Gnosis or Rage (both).
Mind-Shattering Blindspot:
It’s nice to be missed, you know?
System: The fomor must already have the Invisibility
Fomori Power (W20, pg. 435-436) before she may select
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this Power.
Whenever the fomor activates Invisibility, she may
choose to pay one extra point of Gnosis (in addition to
her point of Willpower) and increase the difficulty of
her activation-roll by 1 (to a difficulty of 8). If she does
so, and thereafter successfully activates Invisibility,
the difficulty to detect her via any & all other means –
with a contested roll, using the hunter’s Perception +
Alertness – does not increase; instead, it actually lowers
by 1 (to difficulty 7).
Thing is, while this Power is in-effect, the eye very
simply & very actively refuses – violently, if necessary
– to perceive the fomor in any way, shape, or form. If
a creature is looking at the fomor while this Power is
active, that creature goes entirely blind. Simply put, a
creature with the fomor anywhere in their field-of-vision
automatically fails all rolls based solely on acuity-of-sight,
and all difficulties of all Dexterity-based rolls during this
time are increased by 2.
A normal, baseline human gets a little subconscious
“tingle” right before the fomor steps into their line-of-
sight, and will smooth-over this relatively minor hiccup
in their sensory-suite the same way we casually ignore
forty minutes of total blindness from Saccadic Masking
every day. The human either reflexively glances up &
away, checks their phone, blinks, picks a booger out of
the corner of their eye, takes off their glasses to clean
them, squints, or otherwise studiously doesn’t look at the
fomor.
A traffic cop who’s trying to give the fomor a speeding-
ticket will very specifically gaze off into the middle
distance, rub their eyes, glance into the back seat of the
car, and otherwise do anything & everything they can to
avoid looking directly at the fomor.
This is a good thing, because a human who realizes that
they’ve gone blind from gazing upon the works of Wyrm-
magic – even at a subconscious level – immediately suffers
the full effects of Delirium.
Any type of creature immune to the Delirium feels
a similar “push” to look away from the fomor (for, uh,
“vaguely-defined reasons”), but can fight-through this
alien command with the slightest effort: it requires
no roll, and neither a point of Willpower nor of Rage,
to attempt to stare directly at the thing that not only
cannot be seen, but that makes you blind while you’re
looking at it.
No mundane effect (or Gift of Level 2 or lower) can
pierce this loss-of-sight, but a supernatural creature can
– at the very least – look in the general direction of the
fomor, and can guess where the fomor might be “hiding”
by very quickly glancing back-&-forth in a few other
directions to gauge where the Wyrm-tainted blindness-
effect begins and ends: this is represented in the lowered
difficulty of any contested Perception + Alertness roll
(noted above) to sense the fomor.
They’ll have a hard time shooting at the fomor with
any type of accuracy, certainly – is she, like, crouching
behind some …barrels, or something? were there barrels
over there? do you hear barrels? – and they’ll have a bitch
of a time blocking or dodging any attack originating
from that general direction, but they can at least tell
which side of the room the fomor is on.
And if she leaves their line-of-sight – by, for example,
leaving the room – a clued-in creature will know in-an-
instant: it’s the exact moment their sight returns.
To clarify, all other senses perceive the fomor as-
normal: a creature – supernatural or otherwise – can still
totally hear, smell, touch, taste, and otherwise detect
the fomor in all other ways while this Power is active,
without any increase in difficulty. A blind character is
completely unimpacted by use of this foul & vile magic
(and, most likely, won’t even notice that it’s being used).
Word to the wise? Garou, in general, do not become
“a lot less dangerous” if they happen to have their eyes
closed or if the overhead lights get turned-off. Crinos
still works fine.
That said, this Power “broadcasts”: just as an invisible
fomor can’t be observed by a camera, no creature can a
look at a screen with an image of the fomor anywhere on
it while this Power is active.
In addition, this effect isn’t broken by the fomor
dropping concentration or entering combat. The fomor
retains full use of her ongoing blindness-inducing
invisibility even while she’s kicking a guy right in the
dick or screaming about doing exactly that. The effect of
this Power lasts until shattered via use of a Gift of Level
3 or higher – such, just for example, Clarity (W20, pg.
196) or Pierce Illusion (W20 Changing Breeds, pg. 161)
– or for one scene or one hour, whichever comes first.
This special Power may be selected up to three times.
If this Power is selected a second time, the fomor
may – whenever she activates her Invisibility Fomori
Power – choose to spend an additional point of Gnosis
(for a total of one Willpower & two Gnosis). If she does,
any creature attempting to look directly at her while this
Power is active must first spend a point of Willpower (or
Rage) to do so… and then suffer a single Health Level
of bashing damage (difficulty 6 to soak) as their body
reflexively tries to do exactly the opposite.
Creatures – even supernatural ones – will strain
neck-muscles looking away from the fomor as hard as
they can, force their own eyes closed with enough effort
to give themselves a migraine, begin bleeding from
the retinas, suffer full-blown cardiac arrest, faint, and
otherwise do anything they can to not look at the fomor.
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Any creature who endures all of this, of course, still goes
100% blind whenever the fomor is in (what-would-
normally-be) their field-of-vision… but, hey.
Sometimes, monsters just gotta try, y’know?
This heightened effect can only be shattered by Gifts
of Level 4 or higher, such as Web Tremors (W20
Changing Breeds, pg. 275), Mindblock (W20, pg. 194),
or similar magic.
If this Power is selected a third time, the fomor may
choose to spend a total of one Willpower and three
Gnosis whenever she activates Invisibility.
If she does so, any creature attempting to look at
her while this Power is active must first spend a point
of Willpower (or Rage), then suffer a Health Level of
lethal damage and two Health Levels of bashing damage
(difficulty 7 to soak) as their body fights them with
everything it has to not look at the fomor. A creature can
very easily go permanently blind in this way, as their
eyes would very much rather rupture in their sockets than
behold the fomor.
Other fun results include embolisms popping in the
brain, total cognitive collapse leading to coma, and/or
the witness literally just jamming their own thumbs into
their eyes.
As before, any creature who endures all of this is still
blind while the fomor occupies their line of sight. Worse, this
heightened effect can only be shattered by Gifts of Level
5 or higher (or similar magic), which makes “breaking
the spell” pretty much limited to a direct intercession by
a higher-order spirit.
In theory, a hypothetical “fourth-tier” version of
this Power could exist: a creature attempting to look at
the fomor would have to spend a point of Willpower,
then suffer a Health Level of aggravated damage, two
Health Levels of lethal damage, and three Health Levels
of bashing damage (difficulty 8 to soak) as their eyes
literally burst into flame rather than behold the fomor.
But…
You wouldn’t do that to your players, right?
…right?
This horrid Power is particularly common among
those who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the shamanistic
tradition of Wyrm-magicians trained by Nightmaster
W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
Nice Guy: Gosh. He just seemed so… harmless, y’know?
System: The fomor must first possess the Gift:
Brother’s Scent (W20, pg. 177), either through the
Gifted Fomor and Twisted Gifts Powers or through
another source – such as because the fomor is a fallen
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Child of Gaia Kinfolk, for example – before she may
gain this Power.
Note that in most instances, a user must very
specifically expend Gnosis to activate Brother’s Scent,
making that Gift the exclusive domain of those fomori
who also possesses the Spirit Ties Fomori Power (W20,
pg. 479) or who claim some alternate access to a Gnosis
pool (such as fomor Kinfolk and fallen Fera). A fomor
with the Greater Gifts of Malfeas or Twisted Gifts
Fomori Power, however, may spend points of Willpower
(in place of points of Rage or of Gnosis) to activate any
Gift she possesses. For this reason, the Gift: Brother’s
Scent and this Power are slightly more common among
the Wyrm’s teeming legions than might otherwise be
expected.
While the fomor is cloaked by the effects of Brother’s
Scent, she may choose to spend a point of Willpower to
further heighten the effect of her seemingly-mundane
normalcy. She comes off as utterly dull, boring, average,
ordinary, and lukewarm, beige-paper bland even as she’s
brutally stabbing a guy to death in the middle of a mall
food-court with a pair of fabric scissors.
There’s no roll for this. She just does it.
Any action the fomor takes for the remainder of the
scene that normally should draw attention (like, for
example, shouting or starting a fight or kicking down a
door) does not immediately shatter her Gift’s illusion.
Instead, any creature who would normally notice the
bonkers shit she’s up to first makes a free Willpower roll
– using only half their Willpower Trait (rounded down),
but adding their entire Rage Trait – with a difficulty
equal to the fomor’s Willpower.
A success on this roll allows the witness to stare rudely
at the fomor long enough for the illusion to crack… but
it breaks only for the witness. The witness may thereafter
act normally – often by doing things like yelling, pulling
a fire alarm, or trying to shoot the fomor – but everyone
else notices only that the witness is acting like a total
weirdo: “Why is that horrible, dirty old homeless man yelling
& pointing at the nice lady over there? She’s clearly just
gutting her screaming friend, like any normal person!”
A failure on this roll forces the witness to look
away from the fomor super awkwardly: overcome with
horrified embarrassment, silently hoping that the fomor
didn’t spot them gawking.
Every time the fomor does something new that would
also normally attract attention (like, after she finishes
breaking a guy’s knees, she then begins pouring gasoline
on him), all potential witnesses to her ongoing bullshit
get another free Willpower roll. In the instance of
direct, physical danger to the witness – the difference
between the fomor simply kicking in the door,
brandishing a shotgun, versus the fomor full-on firing a
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few rounds toward the witness – a witness rolls their full
Willpower pool.
Taking actual, physical harm – like genuinely getting
shot, stabbed, or set on fire – automatically shatters the
illusion… but, again, only for the violated witness: “Why
is that man hollering & rolling around on the floor? He’s
going to embarrass the heck out of that poor the woman who
shot him! Ugh, he’s obviously just one of those crybaby jerks
who likes to make a big deal & throw a temper-tantrum over
every little thing. Such a shame.”
The actual memories of witnesses aren’t altered or
affected in any way – just the baseline ability to process
the concept of “strangeness” – so witnesses can be
questioned later by investigating Garou who know what
kinds of questions to ask. Something like “did you see
anything out of the ordinary?” won’t cut it, but a question
like “after the perfectly normal woman finished stabbing
her friend to death, what kind of car did she drive away in?”
might bear fruit.
Note that the residual effects of this Power simply
can’t be parsed by a creature who is subject to the
Delirium – “oh, I think she drove off in her friend’s car,
actually, which was on fire; also, there was a sale on socks
that day” – but any creature immune to the Delirium
notices the error in their mental-process the exact
second it’s brought to their attention.
“Oh, shit, wait… they were wearing Pentex uniforms!
Fuck, why didn’t I notice that?”
This special Power may be selected up to twice.
If this Power is selected a second time, while this
heightened version of Brother’s Scent (above) is active,
the fomor may choose a single target she can see within
15 yards, spend a point of Willpower (or Gnosis), and
roll Willpower (difficulty 7).
For each success on this roll, the fomor draws-out
one point of temporary Rage from her target; points
stripped-away from her target are added directly to the
fomor’s temporary Willpower pool. A target without
any points of Rage to draw-upon instead loses points of
temporary Willpower. A target without any more points
of Willpower to draw-from instead suffers a loss of… (roll
d10 on the chart below, rolling a fresh d10 for each
point of Willpower that would normally be lost):
• 1-3: one dot of Wits
• 4-6: one dot of Perception
• 7-9 one dot of Intelligence
• 10: re-roll, rolling twice and ignoring 10s;
the fomor may choose either of the two
results, if the two rolls indicate different
effects
 Points of temporary Rage (and points of
Willpower, and dots of Mental Attributes) stripped
out of her victim in excess of the fomor’s maximum
temporary Willpower pool are lost by her target, but
cannot be absorbed by the fomor’s system. Instead, the
living emotional energy splatters across the nearby
Penumbra (rapidly drawing swarms of Banes); dots of
any Mental Attribute lost in this way are healed as if
they were Health Levels of bashing damage.
The fomor may wield this Power against
baseline humans without revealing herself or the use of
the Power, but any creature immune to the Delirium
clearly perceives the stolen emotional energies as a
vibrant, crimson mist: a coil of roiling scarlet, drawn
out of the victim & sucked into the dull, shining,
empty void of the fomor’s smile like a whirlwind. As
such, use of this Power on any type of supernatural
entity (especially Garou!) is a very-nearly-suicidal
proposition.
Of course… if you hit ‘em hard & fast enough,
the supernatural critter you popped is gonna be like
“oh, yeah, she pulled out my ability to comprehend ‘fear’ or
‘anger’ as abstract processes; that’s all totally normal and
healthy, right? It seems fine. She told me it would be fine.
It’s fine.”
See, once all of the victim’s Mental Attributes
falls to zero, the victim falls into a sort of mellow,
hyper-submissive catatonia: awake, sure… but calm,
malleable, suggestible, and easily manipulated. The
victim – if not normally immune to the Delirium –
becomes temporarily immune to the Delirium for the
duration, and becomes otherwise literally incapable of
perceiving the fomor as any type of threat, danger, or
aggressor. Or even of remembering that “danger” is “a
thing”.
The victim isn’t under the “command” of
the fomor during this time, per se… it’s just that,
well, anything the fomor says or suggests sounds super
reasonable, barely an inconvenience: the sort of thing
you would gladly do for a neighbor who has always
been, like, really polite & super nice.
While the victim is in this state, the fomor can
basically do whatever she wants to the victim without
being questioned: she can “borrow” the target’s wallet,
car keys, cellphone, and ID; she can ask the target any
number of directed questions and draw out answers;
she can guide the target’s brain-meat like a hypnotist
out of a horror story – implanting post-hypnotic
suggestions & fake memories – or she can simply stab
the victim to death in the middle of a mall food-court
without risking the slightest bit of retaliation from
either the victim OR the witnesses.
In this state, the victim always answers the
fomor with complete honesty. If the fomor wants
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to implant false memories, the degree of memory-
alteration she can achieve is dependent solely on what
she wants to accomplish (although the fomor cannot
implant anything scary, violent, or traumatizing).
Given time, the fomor may tweek the subject’s mind
only slightly – which is very effective in eliminating
memories of the fomor using her supernatural powers –
or utterly undo the victim’s entire past: what we like to
call “given’ ‘em the ol’ Spicy Tabula-Rasa Special.”
Memories removed or re-written in this way
can be retrieved, praise be to Gaia, through the use of
powerful magic: usually requiring a Gift (or Rite) of
Level 3 or higher; Mokolé and Nagah are immune to
this Power, as are leeches of Ancient-class or better
(and mages with the Mind Sphere).
Note that the fomor can’t politely request that
the target actually die – although she could ask him
to walk off a tall building, which tends to accomplish
much the same goal in most instances – but she may,
if she desires, suggest that the victim should pass out:
causing the victim to fall asleep for any amount of
time, as directed by the victim’s “friend” (the fomor),
up to about twelve hours.
MEMORY-FUCKERY, DOC! … OR “THERE
IS NO MEMORY-ALTERATION FOMORI
POWER”.
We don’t actually know how many fomori
with this Power even exist, nor how many work of
them for Pentex, but we have an inkling that they’re
significantly more common than the data suggests.
Current theory is that they’re the product of a rare
Bane known as an Innocent (W20 Changing Breeds,
pg. 142) bonding with a human host to create some-
thing like a down-powered Mnetic (W20 Book of
the Wyrm, pg. 161-162) …but, honestly? We can’t
prove that’s even possible (to say nothing of likely).
One way or another, if there’s a single breed of
fomor out there that represents a genuine nightmare
for the Garou to hunt-down & exterminate, it’s
these assholes. And they’re out there.
…or are they?
This horrid Power is particularly common among those
who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the shamanistic
tradition of Wyrm-magicians trained by Nightmaster
W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
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Obscene Reflexes: Coiled nerves like twisted wire,
set ablaze with the very darkest of spirit-magic: the
twitchiness instilled deep within the Wyrm’s chosen
borders on fucking precognition.
System: The fomor may reflexively spend a point
of Willpower (or Gnosis, if she’s got it) to take one
additional evasive action in a single round, usually
allowing her to dodge one attack with her full dice
pool, regardless of what other actions she has already
taken (or plans to take) during the round.
Whenever she chooses to utilize her full inhuman
agility in this way, the fomor incites Delirium in those
mundane witnesses who directly behold her unnatural,
insectoid grace.
This special Power may be selected twice.
If it’s selected a second time, the fomor may spend
a point of Willpower (or, again, Gnosis) and roll
Willpower (difficulty 6) at will as a free reflexive
action; for each success achieved on this roll, she may
take an additional evasive action, still using her full dice
pool, until the beginning of her next turn.
Obtain Meat-Suit: Ever wanted to try what we call
“given’ ‘em the ol’ Hot Rusty Matryoshka?”
…well, my friend, NOW YOU CAN!
System: First, the fomor will want access to a
comatose, fully restrained, or otherwise utterly helpless
baseline normal human; animals, inanimate objects,
and supernatural entities of any kind are a total no-go.
The target can even be willing, but they’ll need to
spend a point of Willpower first: this will be a deeply
unpleasant experience.
Baneklaive Augment: A fomor wielding her
awakened, non-dormant Baneklaive may spend
a point of Gnosis when she activates this Power.
If she does so, she may use this Power on a fellow
fomor (instead of on a baseline human), and may
even “stack” her entire First Team into a single
individual.
Once she has her target all lined-up, ready to rock-&-
roll, the fomor next needs to – very literally – get inside her
victim, then activate this Power immediately thereafter;
this nightmarish process of full-body invasion can be
accomplished in a couple of different ways:
• If the fomor has access to something like Gaseous
Form or Viscous Form, she may activate that
Power and then purposefully move into her
victim.
• If the fomor has access to something like Rat
Head, she can do basically the same thing (but she
saves herself a point of Willpower!).
• If the fomor doesn’t have any other method by-
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which she can forcibly & bodily enter her victim,
she can spend a point of Gnosis to crawl directly
into her victim’s mouth.
Seeing a fomor enter or exit a meat-suit incites
Delirium.
Once the fomor is inside her new meat-suit-to-be, she
and her target immediately begin an extended contest of
domination, with each competitor rolling their Willpower
(difficulty equal to the Willpower of the opposing entity);
after each such roll – which takes a full combat round – the
defeated participant suffers a loss of temporary Willpower,
losing a total number of points equal to the number of
successes by which they lost the opposed Willpower-roll.
NOTE: a fomor who loses on this opposed roll
can cough-up points of temporary Gnosis in place of
Willpower; baseline humans, of course, don’t have Gnosis
to spend.
A willing target can – as noted above – choose to spend
a point of temporary Willpower to keep from reflexively
attempting to fight off the fomor in blind panic. Upon
doing so, the target relents fully and the fomor is thereafter
treated as if her target had a temporary Willpower of zero.
If the fomor runs out of temporary Willpower first, she’s
booted back out of her target.
If her target runs out of Willpower first, the fomor rolls
Willpower yet again (difficulty 7).
For each success on this roll, the fomor gains one of the
following benefits of her choice:
• She gains total control of her target – pushing
the victim’s mind into the backseat & piloting
‘em around like power armor – for one scene or
for one hour (whichever comes first) before being
automatically puked back out.
• She retains use of a single Fomori Power (that
she already possesses) of her choice; this special
Power is hidden – by default – until the fomor
decides to unveil it as a free reaction: if she selects
her Exoskeleton Fomori Power, for example,
the fomor’s target does not gain Strength +3 or
Stamina +3 (and her target looks exactly the way
they did before becoming a meat-suit); at any
time, however, as a free reaction – because she’s
being shot-at, for example – the fomor may choose
to “activate” her Exoskeleton in-full: her victim’s
body gains all the benefits and drawbacks of the
Exoskeleton Fomori Power until the fomor is
hurled up.
• She may use a single “activated” Fomori Power
belonging to her meat-suit, just as if that Power
belonged to her. As noted below, a practitioner of
Baneklaive Sorcery piloting the body of a fellow
fomor has free access to all of her meat-suit’s
“passive” or “always on” Powers.
 Each of the listed benefits may be selected multiple
times, and the effects stack. A fomor with five successes on
her Willpower roll might choose to stay inside her target
for three hours and to retain use of two Fomori Powers, for
example, or vice versa.
While she’s piloting her unlucky target around, the
fomor uses her own Mental and Social Attributes – except
for Appearance! – as well as her own Abilities. During
this time, she uses her target’s Physical Attributes and
Appearance Trait instead of her own.
A practitioner of Baneklaive Sorcery who is piloting the
body of a fellow fomor has free access to all of her meat-
suit’s “passive” or “always on” Powers – stuff like Armored
Hide and Wings – but must spend successes from her
activation-roll (as noted above) to access other Powers.
While piloting her meat-suit, the fomor’s aura is partially
masked. All uses of Sense Wyrm (and similar abilities) to
sniff-out the fomor are at +2 difficulty …unless the fomor
is hiding inside a baseline normal human who happens to
already be pretty corrupt, spiritually speaking – such as an
Endron senior executive – in which case all difficulties to
pinpoint the fomor are at +1 difficulty.
If a practitioner of Baneklaive Sorcery is hiding inside
another fomor, on the other hand, all uses of Sense Wyrm
to sniff-out the fomor are actually at a -1 difficulty.
Probably has something about the sheer density of
fomori-per-cubic-foot.
The fomor, while inside her meat-suit, experiences
everything the victim does; she doesn’t get any kind of
automatic access to her victim’s memories …but she can
spend a point of Gnosis, if she’s got it, and roll Willpower
(difficulty 8) to go rootin’ around in her new meat-suit’s
skull. On a success, the fomor gains access to her victim’s
surface-level memories, including the names and faces of
the victim’s co-workers and the passwords to her victim’s
security systems (for example).
For each additional success she achieves on this roll, the
fomor may increase a single Ability – while in her meat-
suit – by one dot, up to a maximum of her victim’s rating
in this Trait. This represents the fomor digging-through
the target’s muscle memory, using her victim’s training as a
helicopter pilot, male model, divorce lawyer, or guitarist –
for example – in place of her own.
A randomly-selected victim is not guaranteed to have
dots in any useful Ability.
If the fomor wants to dive even further, into her victim’s
deep-seated core memories, she’s gonna need the Traveler
in Nightmare Fomori Power (below).
Anyway: if her meat-suit suffers damage, the fomor is
also hit …although she soaks only the damage that gets-
through after her meat-suit soaks first. If her meat-suit dies,
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the fomor is expelled early, and is stunned until the end
of her next turn. During this time, she can’t do anything
except sort of stumble around in a daze (and attack rolls
against her reduce their difficulty by -2).
The fomor can also choose to exit her meat-suit
early, at any time, as part of her action. This is treated
as movement of more than two yards (W20, pg. 269),
meaning the fomor will have to split her dice-pools –
or spend a point of Rage – if she wants to accomplish
anything else in the same turn.
If the fomor exits her meat-suit purposefully, she emerges
in the same state she was in when she entered her victim:
if she was in Gaseous Form, for example, her time spent
in a meat-suit doesn’t count elapsed time against that
Power’s normal duration.
If the fomor exits her meat-suit because her victim
dies, on the other hand, the fomor arrives without the
benefit of whatever Power allowed her to access to the
victim in the first place. If she was in Viscous Form when
she entered her meat-suit, for example, she thuds out of
the victim like a wet (but very solid) lump of annoyed
potatoes when her victim dies in a hail of gunfire.
When the fomor exits her meat-suit, her victim (who
is still at zero Willpower) passes out from a combination
of terror and exhaustion. The victim remains comatose
for about an hour, and suppresses all memory of the event
upon reawakening.
If the fomor was inside a willing meat-suit and her
meat-suit is immune to the Delirium – like, say, because
a practitioner of Baneklaive Sorcery hitched a ride
inside a member of her First Team – the ex-meat-suit is
unharmed in the wake of the fomor’s departure & may act
immediately.
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Paint with Flesh: A sister-power to Malleate (W20,
pg. 435), this sick twist of esoterica allows the freak to
re-work & re-fashion the meat of living creatures on
the fly.
System: The fomor spends a point of Willpower
(or Gnosis, if she’s got it), choosing either herself or a
creature she’s touching to physically re-sculpt: shaping
blood, tissue, and sinew as easily as a she might work a
lump of wet clay.
If she chooses herself, she rolls Willpower with a
variable difficulty:
• Difficulty 6: adjust her height (by no more
than a foot), physical build, voice, facial
features, skin tone, apparent gender, or
otherwise make some other minor cosmetic
adjustment
• Difficulty 8: duplicate another person (five
successes are required to create a “flawless”
copy of an existing individual)
• Difficulty 9: temporarily increase her
Appearance by 1 per success (requires the
expenditure of one additional point of
Willpower per dot of increase; a botch on this
roll permanently reduces the Appearance Trait
of the fomor by 1)
• Difficulty 9: temporarily gain a single Physical
Merit (such as Acute Sense, Double-Jointed,
Lack of Scent, or even Huge Size; W20, pg.
472-473) at a rate of 2 points worth of Merit
per success.
If the fomor instead chooses to adjust a target she
is touching, she may perform any of the actions listed
above (at the same difficulty) …or she may choose to
reduce the Appearance Trait of her target by one per
success (difficulty 5). She may also impose a Physical
Flaw (such as Anosmia, Bad Sight, Lame, One Arm,
Deaf, Mute, or even Blind; W20, pg. 473-474) on
an opponent with the same roll, at a rate of 2 points
worth of Flaw inflicted per success.
Adjustments made to any creature are healed as if
they were Health Levels of lethal damage.
This horrid Power is particularly common
among those who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the
shamanistic tradition of Wyrm-magicians trained by
Nightmaster W20 Umbra: The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
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Riddle of the Baneklaive Haruspex: The Wyrm
knows many things, child. Dark & terrible things, yes;
many sweet & shining things, too. Come …and have
a look.
System: While wielding her awakened, non-dormant
Baneklaive (see Awaken the Baneklaive, above),
the fomor spends one point of Gnosis and one hour
destroying one or more living creatures in a brutal ritual.
During this time, the fomor slowly pulls the creature
apart: piece by piece, studying both its anatomy as well as
its death-throes.
The fomor may choose to destroy a living creature of
any type, although more valuable living creatures yield
more potent auguries (as noted below):
• Creature is rare (an albino raven or a
member of an endangered species): +1 die
• Creature is unblemished and pure when the
ritual begins: +1 die
• Creature is expensive (a purebred bull
or show-horse): +1 die per two dots of
Resources or Allies necessary to obtain the
creature, rounded down
• Creature is illegal to own (a tiger or Burmese
python): +1 die
• Creature is illegal to kill (includes humans,
doesn’t include mice): +1 die
• Creature is supernatural (a Kinfolk wolf, a
serpent that serves as a leech’s ghoul, or a
witch’s cat familiar): +2 dice
• Creature is a true believer in the Wyrm’s
majesty and sacrifices itself willingly: +2
dice
• Creature is marked (by tattoo or brand,
usually) as the private property of another
magician, not to be touched: +2 dice
• Pieces of the creature are ritualistically cast
into Malfeas (burned in a ceremonial pit of
balefire): +2 dice (the fomor must supply
both her own pit & her own balefire)
• The fomor destroys two or more identical
creatures, such as human triplets or a set of
purebred puppies from the same litter: +1
die per creature destroyed, to a maximum
bonus equal to the Gnosis Trait of the fomor
During this ritual, the practitioner of Baneklaive
Sorcery focuses on a specific event known to her that
she has reason to believe will occur within 24 hours: a
contest between rivals to the position of Sept-Leader at
a local Gaian Caern, for example, or the outcome of an
expected assault on the local wizard-leech mansion by a
heavily-armed invading First Team.
At the end of this hour, the fomor rolls Willpower
(difficulty 7); including any additional dice gained from
her use of valuable ritual objects and/or the performance
of ritual actions (above).
 If this roll is successful, the fomor gains some flash
of insight into the future. She may not know the exact
outcome of the event in question, but she gets a general
feel as to how events will unfold if she does nothing
to intervene. In addition, the fomor always catches a
tantalizing glimpse of something previously unknown to
her, if such a thing exists. For example, the Child of Gaia
challenger to the position of Sept-Leader secretly has a
powerful Fetish that he intends to unleash on his rival,
or the wizard-leech HQ is guarded by a huge “gargoyle”
blood-slave thus-far kept hidden from Pentex.
At this time, the fomor also adds a number of dice
equal to the number of successes achieved on her
activation roll to a special Haruspex Dice Pool. The
fomor may add dice from this pool to any roll she makes
that has to do with the event in question, at Storyteller
discretion; once a die is removed from the Haruspex Dice
Pool, it is forever lost.
For Example: Spooky Sally Razor-Eyes & her First
Team, on their way to execute a smash-&-grab against
an eco-terrorist enclave near Baton Rouge, receive orders
to meet with a new contact: a Mr. Stephens, eerily-calm
Black Spiral Dancer and Senior Partner for Circinus
Brands out of New Orleans. A few hours before the
scheduled meeting, Sally dissects a random drug dealer
as part of her divinatory ritual and scores 4 successes: in
doing so, Sally learns that the “Mr. Stephens” they’re
meeting is actually a rascally Nuwisha in disguise when –
in a brief vision – the contact leads the First Team into a
trap.
Less than 24 hour later, as the First Team is ambushed
on the bayou by the Nuwisha’s werewolf buddies (after
wisely skipping their meeting), Sally could choose to
spend up to four dice from her Haruspex Pool to dodge
a single attack made by one of the Garou; she might
instead choose to spend any of those dice attacking the
Nuwisha directly, or making a Perception roll to spot
him. Heck, she could even spend the dice attempting to
smooth-talk a legendary Louisiana back-country Black
Spiral Dancer into hunting-down the were-coyote for
her: approaching the Wyrm-tainted killing-machine as a
sufficiently-humble minion, merely informing the mighty
beast that Mr. Stephens has been imitated by “a Gaian
trickster”, and then rapidly getting the hell out of the
way.
Sally could not, however, choose to spend her Haruspex
dice on any task not directly related to the Nuwisha
threat. If she wants to spend the dice stealing a car, she
may do so only if her car-theft is in some way related to
her Nuwisha foe.
The special Haruspex Pool created by use of this power
automatically collapses after 24 hours, and any dice left
unspent from the Haruspex Pool are wasted.
The fomor may maintain only a single Haruspex Pool
at any given time.
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Roiling Biohazardous Murder Cloud: Some
fomori can vent poison gas!
System: The fomor spends a point of Willpower (or
Rage, if she has it) and rolls Willpower, difficulty 6:
puking out a thick mass of toxic death-fumes which
hang in the air until the end of the scene or for one
hour (whichever comes first).
These semi-transparent fumes, like thick car-exhaust,
drift as the fomor commands, and may expand to form
a hemisphere covering an area up to the size of a city
block (85-90 yards). The fomor may also choose to
cover a smaller area or to adjust the shape of this cloud
– making a single long wall, a crescent-moon design, or
filling only a single room, for example – as she desires.
This massive, unhealthy cloak of shifting toxic gas
initially surrounds the fomor in a small radius (10
yards), but she may direct this miasma as she desires so
long as it does not leave her line of sight. The cloud of
toxins may move or expand at a rate of approximately
15 yards per turn.
Living creatures in the area of this cloud rapidly
become extremely uncomfortable, and those who
remain within for more than a few seconds begin to
experience a host of severe, painful, and unpleasant
reactions, similar to direct exposure to pepper-spray:
coughing, wheezing, swelling of the eyes and throat,
running noses, and burning rashes are common.
Creatures in the area subtract one die from all Stamina
dice pools (including soak), and those reduced to zero
Stamina by use of this technique begin to asphyxiate
as their lungs swell shut. Additionally, the difficulties
of all Perception rolls made by creatures in the area are
increased by two.
When a living creature in the area first experiences
a drop in their Stamina, roll 1d10; after a number of
minutes equal to the result, if the creature – against
all sanity – hasn’t gotten clear of the cloud yet, their
Stamina drops an additional dot. Roll another d10 at
this point to see how many minutes they have before
they lose their third dot of Stamina.
This loss-of-Stamina continues until the victim gets
free of the cloud, regaining a dot Stamina each minute
they breathe clean air, or they die.
A fomor with this Power may choose to “link” her
Roiling Biohazardous Murder Cloud to another
Power with an activation-cost (such as Body
Expansion or Gaseous Form) she already possesses;
if she does so, she cannot activate her Roiling
Biohazardous Murder Cloud normally. Instead, the
mass of toxic death-fumes roils-forth from her flesh
automatically – with no action or expenditure of
Willpower required! – whenever she activates the
linked Power.
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In a similar way, any number of other Powers might
be linked-together to form grotesque, life-destroying
chains of utterly unique & murderous awfulness!
For example:
• Agonizing Thorns of the Ebon Maze
automatically goes off, targeting a single
creature struck directly by a ‘Splodin’ Tumor-
Loogie shot (see the Bullet-Vomiting Special
Property of the Body Horror Blade Fomori
Power, above)
• Invisibility auto-activates whenever the fomor
activates the Shed Ruin Fomori Power.
• Crown of Balefire gets turned on – or
heightened! – whenever the fomor misses with
Hideous Breath (see the Wicked Weapons
of Malfeas & Yet Still More Hideous Breath
Powers, below)
• The fomor may automatically use Distort
Inertia (no action required) in the round
immediately following her successful use of
Humanoid Projectile.
• The fomor may use Paint With Flesh on any
creature she damages via use of her Venom
Sacs (see the Wicked Weapons of Malfeas
Fomori Power, below)
The only limit is your imagination! Go for it!
Any creature who witnesses the effects of this
poison cloud on an affected living creature can make a
Perception + Medicine roll, difficulty 6 (+2 difficulty
to diagnose yourself as your lungs fill with blisters; +2
difficulty to perform a wellness-check as a free reaction
rather than as an actual action), to make a quick, back-
of-the-envelope estimate as to how long the patient
has until they’ll suffer another drop in Stamina. On
a success, the first-responder can get a rough window
(less than three minutes, for example, or slightly more
than five minutes), while three or more successes on
the roll narrows it down to an exact number: dude has
seven minutes until he dies. It’s go time.
These penalties do not affect the fomor, nor
any creature with any level of poison resistance or
immunity to poison (such as vampires and those with
the Resist Toxin Gift).
Similarly, those outfitted in full biohazard suits are
effectively immune.
While within her cloud of fumes, the fomor adds a
number of dice to all of her Stealth dice-pools equal to
the number of successes she achieved to activate this
Power; she gains this bonus only against those creatures
within the cloud who are impeded by the fumes.
Rouse the Twisting Bane Within: By the
ecstatic whispers of a blasphemous liturgy, roiling
with nihilistic foulness, a servant of the Wyrm may –
very briefly – call-forth slumbering horrors to fullest
wakefulness.
System: While wielding her awakened, non-dormant
Baneklaive (see Awaken the Baneklaive, above), the
fomor may spend a point of Gnosis and roll Willpower
(difficulty 7) to begin a ceremony of metaphysical
“incitement” in a single object she is touching with her
Baneklaive.
This ceremony takes about half a minute (ten
combat rounds) to enact in full.
In order for this Power to do anything at all, the fomor
must touch a single mundane, inanimate physical
object with her Baneklaive at the exact moment she
activates this Power. It doesn’t work on living things
(like people & pets), un-living things (like leeches &
ghosties), any magical shit (like Fetishes & Talens), or
non-corporeal “things” (like an email or the smell of
farts).
Furthermore, her chosen object must have at least
some preexisting level of Wyrm-taint, even if it’s
just the residual spirit-backwash inherent to being
an (otherwise mundane) Pentex product: a pack of
Circinus-brand cigarettes, a greasy O’Tolley’s double-
cheese, a laptop made by Sunburst Computers, or a
classic Falcon Motors muscle-car will all do the trick…
but any object more cosmically-aligned to the Weaver
(or to Wyld, or to Gaia) is 100% guaranteed to not
wake up.
Assuming the fomor has a Wyrm-tainted object
within reach, she may activate this Power as described
above. On a success, she begins the laborious process
of calling the Bane within the object out of Slumber,
causing it to wake fully within the Penumbra.
A newly-awakened Bane called-forth by this Power
can communicate telepathically with the fomor who
roused it, is stuck in the Penumbra (unless it has the
Materialize Charm), has a very small amount of semi-
sentience paired with an absolutely absurd amount of
nihilistic hate, and is bound very tightly to the now-
desecrated object to which it serves as a barely-aware
Umbral reflection. A creature in the Penumbra who
observes the Power’s effect take-hold basically sees a
mostly-mundane object – like, for example, a pack of
cigarettes, a burger, a laptop, or a muscle-car – appear
in the spirit-realm & then immediately start screaming
violent threats and weird, non-human blasphemies.
The Storyteller, not the fomor, builds this foul spirit
using the basic Bane-creation rules (W20, pg. 441);
note that unless the fomor invests a great deal of
energy awakening the Bane – see below – the Bane
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has a total of 9 points to divide between Rage, Gnosis,
and Willpower, 9 points worth of Attributes, 9 points
worth of Abilities, an Essence of 9, and knows a single
Charm.
This spirit – a minor Gaffling on the lower end of
the great ladder of Gaffling success – is an absolute
asshole and wants nothing more than to go back to
sleep (preferably after killing something & taking a big
ol’ dump in the dead thing’s chest-cavity). This Bane
automatically falls back in to Slumber at the end of the
scene or after one hour, whichever comes first.
For each additional success on her roll, the fomor
gains one of the following benefits (her choice, made
once all of her successes are fully counted):
• she may reduce the number of rounds
required to fully rouse the Bane by one; this
benefit may be selected multiple times, and the
benefit stacks
• she may increase the duration of the Power’s
effect by one scene (or one hour); this benefit
may be selected multiple times, and the benefit
stacks
• she may increase the raw majesty of the
Bane by one: if this benefit is selected a single
time, for example, the Bane has a total of 10
points to divide between Rage, Gnosis, and
Willpower, 10 points worth of Attributes, 10
points worth of Abilities, an Essence of 10,
and knows two Charms. This benefit may be
selected multiple times, and the benefit stacks
• she may demand that the Bane empower the
desecrated object (see below)
• she may demand that the Bane do some
fucked-up spirit-shit (see below)
If the fomor chooses to demand that her new-
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awakened Bane empower the real-world object it has access to the Corruption Charm, capable of
reflects, she may spend another point of Gnosis – as a whispering sweet words of hedonistic abandon into
free reaction – at the exact moment the Bane awakens; the ears of all who’ll listen… but it’s just as likely to
she then rolls Willpower again (difficulty 7). On a also possess the Flood Charm (dousing the room &
success, the Bane is forced to do her bidding, filling everyone in it in low-quality piss-water), or the Shatter
the desecrated object with foul magic in one of the Glass Charm, causing nearby mirrors and windows to
following ways (Storyteller’s choice): explode.
• the object functions as a Bane-Talen (W20, Screams in the Mind: Servitors of the Wyrm have
pg. 227-229) except that it requires no Gnosis- a grotesque affinity for sharing the most blasphemous
roll to activate the object.
of knowledge more swiftly than even wind & howl
• the object functions as a Fetish (W20, pg.
can hope to carry. Prolonged use of this cancerous
221-227; see also W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg.
telepathic communication has been shown to cause
183-186, for additional Bane-Fetishes) of Level
Two or lower, which requires both a Gnosis- insanity, total organ failure, and catastrophic death in
roll for attunement as well as for activation. lab-animals (as well as in lab technicians).
• the object grants the bearer a single Fomori System: At will, the fomor may establish telepathic
Power of the Storyteller’s choice: a desecrated communication with a single Wyrm-creature it can
set of Pentex-issued riot-gear might warp & see. She may only maintain contact with a single
grow into the Exoskeleton Power, for example, Wyrm-creature she can see at any given time. An
while a desecrated cigarette might bestow the
unwilling Wyrm-creature targeted by this effect may
Fiery Discharge Power upon whoever smokes
always end communication at any time, at-will, as a
it
• the object grants the bearer the benefit free reflexive action. A Wyrm-creature in telepathic
of a Gift (of Level Two or lower) of the contact with the fomor may always choose to become
Storyteller’s choice. A desecrated revolver temporarily blind: while doing so, the targeted Wyrm-
might grow tooth-like, saliva-dripping bullets creature instead sees through eyes of the fomor (as well
inside its chambers, for example, granting its as hearing though her ears).
wielder the Gift: Hands Full of Thunder
(W20, pg. 184), while a desecrated bullet
might inflict the Gift: Beastmind (W20, pg.
184) on a single foe it strikes.
• the object behaves in some other inexplicable
& nightmarish way of the Storyteller’s choice.
A desecrated baggie of cocaine might function
as Fomorol, for example, while a desecrated
Pentex visitor’s-badge might add +2 to the
difficulty of activating any Gaian Gift against
the bearer.
Once her newly-awakened Bane has fully bent to the
fomor’s will and is actively empowering the desecrated
object it reflects, the fomor instantly knows the general
parameters of what the fun, cool new desecrated object
now does (with no roll or action required). However,
the Storyteller is free to be vague as to the exact
rules-mechanics: “this gun won’t run out of bullets” or
“the badge protects the wielder from Gaian magic” are
perfectly acceptable.
If the fomor chooses to command the Bane to
perform spirit-magic, the final effect is… uh, pretty
much left up the Storyteller?
After all, only the Storyteller knows exactly what
Charms the entity has access to, or what the creature’s
stat-block even looks like: a spirit of drunken, furious
stupor awakened from a desecrated bottle of Blue
Stripe Lite – only from King Breweries! – most likely
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Sever the Baneklaive Homunculus: Who says
you can’t be everywhere at once?
System: At any time while this Power is not active
– and while she’s wielding her awakened, non-dormant
Baneklaive (see Awaken the Baneklaive, above) – the
fomor may spend five points of Gnosis, suffer a single
Health Level of unsoakable aggravated damage, reduce
her permanent Gnosis Trait by five (but see below),
and roll Willpower (difficulty 8).
If this roll is successful, a hideous miniature duplicate
of the fomor crawls out of the fomor’s mouth (or pulls
itself from one of her wounds, or births itself from a
tumor on her back, or otherwise emerges directly from
the fomor’s flesh); this creature obeys the fomor in
all ways and exists for a total of one hour per success
rolled on the fomor’s activation-roll before collapsing
into a liquescent, rotting pile of cancerous, failed
pseudo-organs.
The fomor may also choose to destroy her
homunculus at any time as a free reaction.
When a homunculus dies or is destroyed – for
any reason or by any means – the creating
fomor immediately increases her permanent
Gnosis Trait by five (resetting the original
score of her Gnosis Trait). This does not
return lost points of temporary Gnosis, only
the capacity of the fomor to hold & wield such
power.
A homunculus, much like a physically-summoned
Bane (see Birth-Forth Bane, above) spends the entire
round during-which it’s created pulling-free of the
fomor’s body. If it has access to Rage (or to something
similar), it can spend such a resource immediately
upon being summoned to take an action at the very
end of the round (W20, pg. 266).
It thereafter rolls for its own initiative, starting at the
top of the next round.
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 5, Stamina
1, Charisma 1, Manipulation 3, Appearance 0,
Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Athletics 3, Brawl 3,
Intimidation 2, Stealth 5
Willpower: 5 (has zero points of temporary
Willpower)
Gnosis: 5 (taken from the fomor)
Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, -2, -2, Destroyed
Armor Rating: 0 (1 soak-die, total)
Attack: as per the fomor, except -1 die to all
damage-die pools due to size
Fomori Powers: as per the fomor, but see
below
A homunculus may always draw temporary
Willpower & Gnosis from the Essence-pool of its
creator’s Baneklaive – as well as deposit temporary
Willpower & Gnosis into the Baneklaive – as if the
Baneklaive were in-hand.
A homunculus always has all of the same Fomori
Powers as its creator… except for Sever the Baneklaive
Homunculus (and any other Powers the Storyteller
simply doesn’t want to deal with; feel free to also
swap-out Birth-Forth Bane); in exchange for this
loss, the fomor may choose a single new Fomori Power
for which she otherwise meets the prerequisites –
like Exoskeleton, Extra Speed, Invisibility, Mega-
Dexterity, Siren’s Veil, Umbral Passage, or Wings
– and apply it to her homunculus as it is created.
The fomor automatically maintains full-audio
telepathic communication with her homunculus, and
– at will – may choose to become temporarily blind:
while doing so, she both sees through eyes of her
homunculus and hears though its ears.

Seeing a homunculus being puked into the Gaian

Realm incites Delirium.
A homunculus is always emaciated, serpentine, and
coiling – with bendy-flexible “bones” made of cartilage
and three times as many at joints as a human – and
at least two feet shorter than the fomor who birthed
it: usually no bigger than three-&-a-half feet tall,
weighing about 30 pounds. It otherwise appears to be a
particularly grotesque and deformed clone of the fomor
(since it has an Appearance of zero)… but if the fomor
already has an Appearance of zero & an eerily-skeletal
physique, the two are a creepily-perfect match.
A homunculus possesses the following base Traits:

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Shed Ruin: In the event of an emergency, the fomor x her Strength) yards of her. When she does so, she
can very briefly reduce herself to – generally – the way and her target each make opposed Dexterity or Wits
Banes perceive humans: an undifferentiated, barely- rolls (difficulty 6; each combatant chooses which
animate, chunky-meat-jelly-golem, lacking things Attribute to roll). If the fomor gains more successes
like “vital organs” and “essential biological processes”. than her opponent, her target is briefly entangled in
During this time, her heart, brain, kidneys, liver, the lacerated, dripping flaps of skin and thereby suffers
lungs, spleen, pancreas, and seventy-one other organs a +2 difficulty on all Dexterity- and Perception-based
(including both her entire digestive tract and her
rolls (including most attacks) for one turn per success
circulatory system!), are – along with somewhere in the
neighborhood of two hundred and six bones – replaced by which the fomor beats him.
with a roughly equal mass of infected, gooey, somewhat This occurs in combat as a free reaction, at the same
crunchy carne asada-themed person-flavored stew. The
time the Power is activated, and does not require the
fomor may, in this way, allow an incoming attack to
pass over her or through her (and yeet the outermost fomor to spend an action or to split her die-pool: if the
layer of her destroyed, unsalvageable flesh at a nearby fomor is “gutted” by an enraged Garou, she can yeet her
target while she’s at it), then instantly re-solidify into torn-up skin directly into dude’s face the exact moment
something approximating human… minus the total she yoinks it off.
mass destroyed by the attack, and also some generally
non-essential body-part stuff like “skin” and “hair”.
System: This special Fomori Power can be activated
as an interruption, during an opponent’s action, after
damage to the fomor has been determined; activating
this Power is never an action, and it can only be used if
the fomor doesn’t currently have the Short Flaw (W20,
pg. 473).
The fomor spends a point of Willpower (or Rage, if
she’s got it) and rolls Willpower, difficulty 6. For each
success on this roll, one Health Level of damage – of
any type – dealt to the fomor is negated; this includes
aggravated damage, damage dealt by Fetish-weapons,
and damage dealt by magical attacks, including lethal
Gifts and/or the claws & fangs of a pissed-off Garou.
In many ways, this ability functions as a second –
significantly more powerful! – soak roll, useable only
after the first soak roll has already been applied.
Immediately after using this ability, the fomor either
temporarily gains the Short Flaw or – if she possesses
it – temporarily loses the Huge Size Merit (W20,
pg. 473). Her Appearance likewise drops by 2. If the
fomor’s Appearance drops to zero due to this loss, she
cannot pass for human and may very well incite the
Delirium; either way, seeing this Power actually used
most definitely incites the Delirium. The fomor suffers
the effect of her temporary Flaw (or temporary Merit-
loss) and her attendant loss to her Appearance-score
until she is able to replace her missing body-mass, even
if all other damage to her is healed or regenerated. The
fomor must consume at least a full pound of Wyrm-
tainted food (possibly including the flesh of other
fomori, or maybe just by making a quick swing through
the O’Tolley’s drive-thru) for every Health Level of
damage negated by use of this Power.
When this Power is used successfully, the fomor
may additionally fling the torn sheet of bloody,
shredded flesh at an opponent within a range of (5
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Shitstorm: If you consider ‘power’ to mean “becoming • her Shitstorm acts as passive defense, providing
the very heart of a literal hurricane of rot, radioactive cover: the difficulty of any ranged attack to hit
flame, and infectious human waste,” then yes: the Wyrm the fomor while this effect is active is increased
offers great power. by +1. This option may be selected multiple
times, and its effect stacks. The fomor may
System: While the fomor is using the Coils of Malfeas choose to “boost” her passive defense as a free
Fomori Power, above, she may spend one more point of reaction at the beginning of her turn: if she does
Willpower as a free action to additionally lift all objects so, the normal increase in difficulty of a ranged
weighing up to 100 lbs. in her immediate vicinity (within attack to hit her doubles (to +2, for example,
10 yards) that could be manipulated by use of that
if this option is selected a single time), but all
Fomori Power. Larger objects in the area that could be
manipulated by use of that Fomori Power are ripped-apart ranged attack rolls she makes until the beginning
when this ability is activated: a 300-lbs. corpse might be of her next turn suffer her base penalty.
torn into four 50-lbs. slabs, three 25-lbs. chunks, and a • her Shitstorm serves as active defense: whenever
crimson spray of smaller “bits,” for example. she is attacked in close combat, the fomor
makes a single free counterattack upon her foe
All objects lifted into the air in this way immediately without even thinking about it. The fomor rolls
begin whipping around the fomor in a tight, horrifying Willpower, difficulty 7, as a free reaction; if this
tornado of gore & filth. The fomor is never harmed by roll is successful, the fomor inflicts a base damage
the quick orbit of these unsavory objects, and she is never of (the fomor’s [temporary Willpower + her
splattered with drips or clots of foul material; instead, temporary Gnosis]-1) bashing. This option may
she actually comes out of the experience perfectly spotless: be selected multiple times, and its effect stacks.
dirt, sewer-water, and bloodstains lift from her when this The fomor may make a total number of free
Power is activated, joining the whirlwind. counterattacks each round equal to the number
Any creature within 10 yards of the fomor while this of times she has selected this option.
ability is active suffers a -2 dice penalty on all dice pools
and suffers one Health Level of bashing damage each
turn (on their action).
Note that successful use of this Fomori Power is highly
dependent on the local environment: if it’s activated in
an average office-building, within a suburban home, or in
the middle of the desert, this Power might do precisely…
uh, nothing at all.
Seriously, though: is there really anything just laying
around that the average person would be sincerely
hesitant to touch? I mean, like, the Power can certainly
yank a dirty toilet out of the floor, but that’s probably
about it.
If the Power is used in an abandoned slaughterhouse or
beside a pit full of broken glass soaked in raw sewage, on
the other hand, creatures unlucky enough to get caught
in the tornado suffer lethal damage instead of bashing.
This special Fomori Power may be selected multiple
times; each time it is selected, the fomor may choose one
of the following options:
• her Shitstorm increases in size & intensity:
its area increases by 10 yards & the amount of
bashing damage done to creatures in the area
increases by one Health Level. This option may
be selected multiple times, and its effect stacks.
Thus, if the fomor had selected this Power three
times (and this option twice), any creature
within 30 yards of the fomor – while this ability
is active – would take a -2 dice penalty on all
dice pools and eat three levels of bashing damage.
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Singularity of Razor & Flesh: …and I’ll form the
head.
System: The fomor spends three points of Willpower
(or Rage, if she wants) over the course of three turns,
choosing – as she does so – any number of willing
fomori within 10 yards of her, up to a maximum
number of fomori equal to her permanent Willpower
Trait.
The initial activation of this Power requires an
action, which means the fomor will need to split her
dice-pools if she wants to accomplish anything else at
the same time she activates this Power, but the fomor
is otherwise free to act normally during round two &
round three of her mutation into her ultimate uber-
kaiju death-form.
At the end of her third turn, immediately after her
final point of Willpower (or Rage) is spent, the fomor
rolls Willpower as a free reflexive action, difficulty 7;
she then physically erupts into a huge, nightmarish
fountain of eyes, limbs, tongues, and teeth: engulfing
all chosen willing participants within 10 yards of her in
a wave of viscera and a flare of grotesque, flesh-colored
luminescence.
On a success, the fomor instantly reassembles into
a towering amalgamation of all participating fomori,
gaining the following benefits:
• she gains +1 to her Strength, Stamina, and
Perception for each fomor added to her bulk
• she gains two additional Bruised Health Levels
for each fomor added
• she gains one extra die on all Physical
Attribute-related actions for each fomor added
• she may always use the Ability-rating of
another fomor fused with her: if she has
a Firearms of 2 and engulfs a fomor with
Firearms 4, for example, she may choose to use
the higher Trait-rating instead of her own
• she may use any equipment carried by any
fomor she incorporates into her gestalt
• she may spend a point of Willpower as a free
reflexive action to instantly gain the benefit
of any Power possessed by any fomor currently
fused with her; she gains the full benefit of that
Power until the beginning of her next turn
• her Appearance drops to zero and she incites
Delirium simply by existing
On a botch, her three points of Willpower (or Rage)
are spent, and she totally explodes on-cue, but she can’t
quite rebuild herself into either a super death-monster
or back into her original form: she instantly suffers one
Health Level of aggravated damage – soaked as normal
– for each fomor she meant to pull into her bulk.
On a failure, the same basic thing happens as a
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botch… except the fomor can divvy-up the Health
Levels of aggravated damage among the would-be
participants in her ascension to kaiju-hood as she sees
fit: if Spooky Sally tries (and fails) to combo-move
with her First Team crew-mates Johnny Chainsaw and
Earl “Red-Shirt” Johannsson IV, for example she can
totally just dump both Health Levels of agg into Earl
(rather than deal with ‘em herself).
Eh. He’s probably used to it by now.
If the fomor achieves three or more successes on her
activation roll to use this Power, she may – whenever
she spends a point of Willpower to gain the benefit of
a Power possessed by a fomor fused with her until the
beginning of her next turn – choose two such Powers,
or she may gain the benefits of a single Power for one
full minute.
With five or more successes on her activation roll,
the fomor instead gets one of the following (her
choice) whenever she spends a point of Willpower to
borrow from the suite of Powers possessed by all the
various fomori fused with her:
• three Powers, held until the beginning of her
next turn
• two Powers, each held for one full minute
• a single Power, which lasts until the fomor
drops out of singularity kaiju-mode
The effects of this Power last for one scene or for one
hour, whichever comes first. At any time, the fomor
may choose to release all fomori currently added to
her mass, dividing all Health Levels of damage she has
suffered among the participants (as they exit her body)
as she sees fit.
Smilin’ Straight White MAGA Jesus: Pentex
would just like to take a moment to state, officially, that,
quote, “eternal & incomprehensible suffering await all those
who dare question the infinite love, joy, forgiveness, and/or
abiding compassion of the Pentex Corporation, its Board of
Directors, its majority shareholders, or any associated legal
entity,” end-quote, as well as that… [squints at notes]…
…uh, “believe in us or die.”
We will not be taking follow-up questions at this time.
System: The fomor may spend a point of Willpower
(or Gnosis) and roll Willpower, difficulty 7; her number
of successes determines how many baseline normal
humans – meaning those affected by the Delirium – are
taken-in by the fomor’s bright, shiny, angelic-seeming
mask for the remainder of the scene, as noted on the
chart below.
If there are more witnesses present than the fomor
can influence, she automatically affects those with a
lower Willpower first. She may always choose to affect
a smaller number of people – down to a single target – if
she so desires.
The fomor can’t affect any creature immune to the
Delirium with this Power, nor can she affect any target
with a total amount of temporary Willpower greater
than her own current total.
1 success One person
2 successes Two people
3 successes Five people
4 successes Ten people
5 successes Twenty people
6+ successes Everyone in the fomor’s
immediate vicinity: an entire church, football
stadium, country-western bar, or potluck
Those affected by this Power feel their favor
turn exclusively to the fomor. She radiates palpable
“sacredness” for a very small, sad, angry, narrow-
minded definition of the sacred that mostly reinforces
the prejudices & stereotypes the viewer already has.
To those enraptured, the fomor seems confident,
fascinating, brilliant, strong, wealthy, well-spoken, well-
reasoned, white, and – above all – holy.
More importantly, Fomori Powers and other
supernatural effects the fomor wields or creates during
this time have the following three advantages when
witnessed by a human under the sway of this Power:
• they do not incite Delirium
• they appear to be “angelic” in nature, rather
than “demonic”
• affected humans will seek the fomor’s approval,
and will consider all of her actions in the most
favorable way possible
Note that this state of enraptured adoration does
NOT make a human immune to the Delirium, nor does
it mask physical danger. The fomor can casually activate
her Bestial Mutation Power, for example – complete
with Exoskeleton and Wings – and walk around glad-
handing at the bar while those under the sway of her
Power gaze upon her with near-worshipful awe… but
the exact moment she rips out somebody’s throat, she’s
gonna have some ‘splainin’ to do.
The fomor may cancel her use of this Power at any
time as a free action. If she thereafter incites Delirium,
the effect retroactively covers all of her actions while
this Power was active.
This horrid Power is particularly common among
those who practice Baneklaive Sorcery, the tradition of
Wyrm-magicians trained by Nightmaster W20 Umbra:
The Velvet Shadow p. 46.
Chapter 2: New Fomori Powers
Storm of the Fulgurous Baneklaive: Like a
cackling thunder-wizard of ancient myth, the fomor
may shatter the very heavens above to release the full
fury of onrushing Apocalypse.
This is – to be abundantly clear – the fomor jamming
her Baneklaive directly into the domain of Wyld, with
all the “do not do this, you dumb idiot” safety-sticker
warnings very studiously ignored.
System: While wielding her awakened, non-dormant
Baneklaive (see Awaken the Baneklaive, above), the
fomor spends a point of Gnosis and makes a Willpower
roll (difficulty 8, but see below). She may, when
activating this Power, also choose to spend a few extra
points of Gnosis before she rolls; this, to clarify, does
NOT make use of this Power safer.
If you’re looking for “safe,” my friend, you’re very
much in the wrong place.
A single success on the fomor’s activation-roll
causes her summoned storm to arrive after 13 + 2d10
hours (for an average of 24 hours), minus 1d10 hours
(rolled separately) per additional success achieved
on her activation-roll. This means, on average, the
storm rolls-in somewhere around 13 hours later, for
example, if the fomor nets three total successes on her
activation-roll.
Each extra point of Gnosis thrown-at-the-problem
during activation further reduces the timer-delay on
the storm’s arrival by 1d10 hours-per-point-spent.
A result of five successes on the activation roll – or
of “one success & four extra Gnosis, lol”– therefore
creates a result of [13 + 2d10 - 4d10 hours, which the
Storyteller may choose to simplify to 13-2d10 hours,
if she’s so inclined] until storm-fall… which can, in
theory, cause the storm to arrive instantly.
The Storyteller is encouraged to roll these d10s
privately: the fomor may be given a rough estimate as
to when her storm will hit – the Storyteller can choose
to announce a “time of arrival,” adjusted by 1d10-5
hours (also rolled secretly) – but the only way to get
the storm here on anything approaching a schedule is
to have it kick in the doors right fuckin’ now.
If the storm hits at the exact moment the fomor
activates her Power, the storm is very clearly unnatural:
formed of Wyrm-tainted precipitation, the foul &
ichorous thunderheads called-down by the fomor
vomit hypodermic needles, deformed invertebrates,
severed fingers, rotting meat, eyes from a wide variety
of various unclean species (goats and squid are
particularly common, don’t ask me why), maggots,
feces, or any number of other strange & disturbing
substances.
This is not under the control of the fomor, to be
clear.
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 Even if the storm doesn’t show up for 33 hours,
it’s still uncomfortably weird. A thing of ill omen &
eerie portent. During the oily downpour, calves are
born with two heads, milk sours and turns black, dogs
speak the blasphemous Name of Malfeas and cough-up
bloody maggots, eggs in the supermarket shatter-open
into swarms of flies, church-statues weep blood, tumor-
filled rats swarm from suburban storm-drains, fish
arrange their flopping corpses to spell-out vile occult
symbols as they fling themselves to shore, and the dead
can be heard moaning: tossing restlessly in their graves.
These unmistakable signs of Apocalypse are
witnessed (and might even be photographed, video-
recorded via cellphone, and shared on social-media)
by 3d10 people; in the modern day, of course, such
unhealthy & ominous occurrences don’t get much
media attention, mostly relegated to the “News of the
Bizarre” section of the local penny-saver and a small
community of obscure cryptid-hunting blogs… but
those who know what to look for – like the Garou and
their allies! – can readily catch the scent of a fomor
who wields this Power, and anything more frequent
than use of this Power once-per-month is all-but-
guaranteed to attract the attention of somebody.
Best case scenario (for the fomor), it’s a very
confused meteorologist.
Worst case scenario (for everyone), it’s a pissed-off
pack of Red Talons: furious children of Twister, Wyld’s
Keeper-of-Wisdom and brother to Earthquake &
Volcano.
They are not here to fuck around.
A storm, once called-down by a Baneklaive, cannot
be “cancelled” nor “ended early”. Instead, it lasts for
3d10 minutes before boiling into incoherence once
more.
The area affected by this storm is no more than
three-to-four miles in diameter, centered on the
fomor… although the arrival of the storm can cause a
cascade-effect that blankets a much larger area (which
means the effects are ongoing, but the fomor can no
longer control it even-in-theory).
The base difficulty of the Willpower-roll used to
invoke this Power is, as noted above, variable. It’s
dependent on current local weather conditions,
and the Storyteller should grant a bonus (-1 or -2
difficulty) for relatively minor increases to pre-existing
inclement weather: boosting a light drizzle to a severe
thunderstorm is -1 difficulty, while kicking a severe
thunderstorm into a full-on blizzard is -2 difficulty.
Other end of the spectrum, a penalty of up to +2
difficulty applies when summoning a storm in the
middle of a sunny day beneath a cloudless azure sky.
The difficulty to evoke this Power indoors –
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shrouding hallways with fog, blasting doors off their
hinges with icy 60-mile-an-hour winds, and flicking
bolts of lightning through the flaming, rain-drenched
wreckage of cubicles from one’s fingertips – is always at
+2 difficulty.
Once her storm has arrived in-full, the fomor may
(in theory) direct the tempest, and can attempt to
generate any one of the following effects at-will:
• Fog: Vision is impaired and sounds are
muffled; a +1 difficulty is imposed on all
Perception rolls that involve sight and
hearing, and the effective range of all ranged
attacks is halved.
• Rain or Snow: As fog, above, but Perception
rolls are impaired to a much greater extent;
the difficulty modifier for all such rolls rises
to +2. In addition, the difficulty on all Drive
rolls also increases by two… and these stack,
for Perception + Drive rolls made to (for
example) spot someon sprinting across the
road to seek shelter.
• Winds: The wind-speed rises to around 30
miles per hour, with gusts of up to twice that.
Ranged attacks are much more difficult: +1 to
Firearms attacks and +2 to thrown weapons
and archery. During gusts, a Dexterity +
Athletics roll (difficulty 6) is required to
keep any standing character caught in the
path of the wind from getting knocked-on-
their-ass; this roll requires an action, which
may force targets to split their dice-pools or
to spend Rage. When gale-force winds are in
effect, papers go flying, objects are flung with
abandon, and other suitably cinematic effects
are the rule (rather than the exception).
• Temperature Change: The local temperature
can be raised or lowered by up to 10 degrees
Fahrenheit, to a minimum of -50 degrees or a
maximum of 140 degrees.
• Lightning Strike: This attack inflicts a base
of 10 dice of lethal damage. Body armor does
not add to the target’s dice-pool to soak this
damage.
Altering the effect of the ongoing storm – like,
say, by blanketing a specific area nearby in heavy
rain, clearing the fog around herself so she can see,
hitting someone with a bolt of lightning, dropping
the temperature by another 10 degrees, or causing
an intense wind to start …or to stop, or to change
direction, or to increase for the remainder of the round
into a gust, requires the fomor to spend an action &
make a Willpower roll, difficulty 8.
The fomor may also choose to spend a point of
Gnosis, thereby reducing this difficulty to 6.
On a failure, the storm does whatever it wants:
the Storyteller may choose to roll on the Random Random Baneklaive-Induced Storm-Effects (roll
Baneklaive-Induced Storm-Effects chart (below) to d10):
generate effects, or – and this is very important – she
can totally just make something up. 1. The storm goes eerily quiet (… too quiet); roll
twice next round
On a botch… well, congratulations! The fomor can 2. The storm blankets everything in thick fog, as
– if she survives – now tell everyone she survived being above; roll again in 1d10 rounds
struck by lightning! It’s a great conversation-starter! 3. The storm unleashes heavy rain (or hail or
Super fun at parties! snow), as above; roll again in 1d10 rounds
4. The storm kicks-up a 30 mph wind, blasting
Whenever the fomor wants to hit a specific target directly away from the fomor (in the direction
she can see with a bolt of lightning, she must – as she’s facing); roll again in 1d10 rounds
noted – first roll Willpower to control her storm 5. The storm kicks-up a 30 mph wind, screaming
enough to direct it with anything even approaching into the fomor’s face; roll again in 1d10 rounds
“accuracy”. If she succeeds, she immediately makes 6. The wind surges into a gust, venting in
another Willpower roll (this time, for free!), whatever direction it was going last (if it
with a difficulty of 6 if the target is in-the-open wasn’t active, roll a d10: 1-5, it starts-up in the
& unobstructed, difficulty 8 if the target is near direction the fomor is facing; 6-10, it goes the
something – like a big metal doorframe or a computer opposite way); roll again next round
– that might attract (and thus divert) the bolt, or 7. The temperature increases by 10 degrees
difficulty 10 if the target has full cover (like, because Fahrenheit; roll again next round
he’s behind a glass window or inside a car). 8. The temperature drops by 10 degrees
Fahrenheit; roll again next round
A bolt – upon hitting a target – melts their 9. A bolt of lightning strikes someone the fomor
cellphone, fries the engine of anything they’re in (or is looking-at; roll again next round
touching), permanently disables any kind of magnetic 10. A bolt of lightning strikes the fomor, lol; roll
lock they might happen to be carrying, and also again next round
demagnetizes their credit card and hotel room-key.
Furthermore: within about a yard of the target, the
lights flicker, computers seize-up, automatic doors fail
to open (or fail to close), and machines flash nothing
but error messages. This doesn’t hinder firearms with
electronic components, and this short-out represents a
significantly less-powerful, less-focused effect than the
Gift: Jam Technology (W20, pg. 153-154): a nearby
bolt of lightning can make a car’s engine fail, after all,
but it can’t randomly keep a plastic knife from cutting.
Normal modifiers for Firearms attacks (W20, pg.
293) apply to a thrown bolt of lightning, up to a point,
but, like… dude, the “projectile” is anywhere from
half-an-inch to five-inches wide, burns hotter than the
sun, has a range of two-&-a-half miles, and moves at
approximately 270,000 miles per hour.
The very fastest bullets, for comparison, travel at just
over 1,800 miles per hour.
On a failure, the bolt goes astray.
On a botch, the fomor is – somewhat unsurprisingly
– struck by lightning.
During any round the fomor isn’t directing her storm
– or during which she fails her roll to successfully direct
it, as noted above – the storm goes full-on, hardcore
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Super-Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding
Technique: Sometimes, just sometimes, certain very…
special Banes can be found coiled ‘round the magnetic
strips of sticky, uncomfortably weird old VHS tapes.
You know the ones: you can find ‘em at garage-sales,
jammed into creepily-stained cardboard boxes, each
cassette filled to the brim with ridiculous mega-gore,
blood-shower, grindhouse martial-arts revenge-epic
exploitation-films: think Fist of the North Star, Riki-Oh:
The Story of Rikki, Mortal Kombat, The Raid: Redemption,
Braindead [AKA: Dead Alive], Ninja Scroll, Ninja
Assassin, and/or Urotsukidoji: Legend of the Overfiend
(Extended-Cut, Extra-Jump-Kicking Groin-Explosion
Edition).
Sometimes, those very same (very naughty) Banes
also devote a great deal of attention to some of the
creepier & more violently insane parts of the internet,
where matters of unarmed combat – more specifically,
how to kill people with your bare hands & feet – are
lovingly dissected.
And at great length.
Long story short: sometimes, the fomori such Banes
come-to-inhabit know “kung-faux”.
NOW: to be very, very clear, this isn’t a “real” martial
art in the sense of “an actual practice” that might “be
used” by “actual people” in “this, the world that IS,
that is NOT just a sociopath’s-playground of unending,
wall-to-wall, bat-shit, over-the-top, cartoonishly hyper-
saturated ultra-violence”.
Still, though.
Wyrm-Style Kung-Fu.
Or something horribly, horribly “like it”.
System: At will, at any time while this Power is not-
yet-active, the fomor may spend a point of Willpower
(or Gnosis, if she has it) and roll her Willpower
(difficulty 6).
A success on this roll increases the die-pool of the
fomor by one for all uses of the Super-Death Wyrm-
Karate Organ-Exploding Technique Ability (see
below) for one hour or for one scene – whichever comes
first – effectively granting the fomor a single dot in that
unique Ability. Each extra success on this roll grants the
fomor one of the following (chosen by the fomor when
the Power is activated):
• augments the fomor with an additional dot
in the Super-Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-
Exploding Technique Ability
• reduces the difficulties of all Super-Death
Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding Technique-
related rolls by 1 (down to a minimum difficulty
of 3)
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• allows the fomor a single re-roll on one Super-
Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding
Technique-related die-roll; on this special re-
roll, all 1s are treated as 2s
• increases the duration of the Power’s effect by
one hour or one scene (whichever comes first)
• allows the fomor to use her dots in Super-Death
Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding Technique
in place of her dots in a single Talent, Skill,
or Knowledge of her choice – selected when
this Power is activated – such as Intimidation,
Melee, Primal Urge, Stealth, or even
something as ridiculous as Academics, Law, or
Medicine
The fomor may also spend two successes from her
activation-roll to gain a single Fomori Power for the
duration of the effect. When she does so, she must
shout-out a suitably bizarre, badass name for the specific
style or stance she’s unlocking: Fist of Rupturing God’s
Testicles for Unnatural Strength, for example, or Lord
Centipede Sprints to Take a Dump in Gaia’s Grave for
Extra Speed.
These effects always stack. If the fomor achieves
a total of five successes on her activation roll, for
example, she may choose to increase her total number
of dots in the Super-Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-
Exploding Technique Ability by five, to increase her
number of dots in the Ability by four & lower all of
her difficulties to use the Ability by one, to increase
her dots by three & use her dots in that Ability in
place of her dots in Drive for two hours, or any other
combination of effects.
The fomor may always cancel her current use of this
Power at any time as a free action.
The unique Ability to which the fomor gains
temporary access through successful activation of this
Power – Super-Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding
Technique – is both a Skill and a Knowledge, and
access to this Ability cannot be gained in any other way. It
may neither be learned nor taught except through the direct
tutelage of an actual Bane living inside your soul.
Unlike all other entities, the fomor may – after
gaining this Power – purchase dots in the Super-Death
Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding Technique Ability
using experience points (W20, pg. 244). She gains the
benefits of any dots she has in this Ability only while
this Power is active: the fomor may spend 5 XP to raise
her base number of dots in the Super-Death Wyrm-
Karate Organ-Exploding Technique Ability to 2, for
example; if she does so, she gains no benefit of any kind
from the Ability in general, but gains the full benefits of
having 3 (or more!) dots in the Ability while this Power
is active.
 The Super-Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding
Technique Ability cannot be used in fox-frenzy.
While this Power is active, a fomor with dots
in Super-Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding
Technique gains the following abilities:
• she may always choose to substitute her
dots in that Ability in place of her dots in
Alertness, in Athletics, and in Brawl. She
likewise always deals lethal damage with her
punches, kicks, and all other unarmed strikes,
like head-butts – rather than bashing damage
– unless she’s dealing aggravated damage (such
as via the Organ-Detonating Strike Combat
Maneuver, below).
• she may always block and parry weapon-
attacks unarmed, at no increased difficulty or
risk of incurring damage from – for example
– slapping a sword with her bare hand. Yes,
this includes attacks made with firearms. Unlike
everyone else, who is “obeying” some vague
“semblance” of “physics,” the fomor can
straight-up fist-block an Uzi blast and (in
theory) live to tell the tale. The base difficulty
to block semi-automatic fire is 9; the difficulty
to block automatic fire is 10.
• she is always considered to be making a
running leap (rather than a standing jump)
for purposes of using both her Strength and
Athletics Traits on any roll made to jump
(W20, pg. 271).
• she cannot suffer damage from a fall so long
as she is not Incapacitated. Guiding her fall is
instinctual and does not require any action on
the part of the fomor. The fomor cannot fly,
technically, but she must otherwise obey the
laws of physics – while in midair – only in the
loosest sense. She can, while jump-kicking,
“kick off” off of anything (including nothing-
at-all, although each such “double jump”
increases the difficulty of her next jump by +1)
to change her direction or gain altitude. The
only real limit to how high she can combo her
jumps while executing flying-tornado-super-
kicks is that – eventually – the difficulty of her
Strength + Athletics checks made to jump
hits the double-(or-even-TRIPLE)-digits.
• she may always choose to suffer a single
unsoakable Health Level of lethal damage
rather than pay the activation-cost of a Fomori
Power in points of Willpower, Rage, or Gnosis;
she eats one Health Level of damage for each
point she refuses to spend. Wounds suffered
in this way appear to be caused by extreme
physical and mental exhaustion, dehydration,
and mortification of the flesh in meditation.
Each point of damage accepted in this way also
reduces the Appearance of the fomor by one –
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to a minimum of zero – until all damage dealt
in this way is healed.
While this Power is active, the fomor also gains access
to the following four unique Combat Maneuvers:
• Organ-Detonating Strike: Through the
ancient, esoteric fighting-stratagem of infusing
entropy directly into the vital system of a
foe – via the secret art of hittin’ ‘em real good
– the fomor inflicts one [1] metric shitload of
aggravated damage to her target.
o Roll: Dexterity + Super-Death Wyrm-
Karate Organ-Exploding Technique;
Difficulty: 5; Damage: Strength +2/
aggravated (or Difficulty: 6; Damage:
Strength +3/aggravated if combined
with Flying Psycho Spin-Kick, below)
• Wyrm-Dragon Step: Writhing along
unharmonious wavelengths of twisted thought
& diseased memory faster than the human
eye can follow, the fomor deftly sidesteps any
attack (close or ranged) made by an attacker
she can see. This maneuver acts as a dodge
(W20 pg. 289), except as noted below.
o Roll: Dexterity + Super-Death Wyrm-
Karate Organ-Exploding Technique +
3 dice; Difficulty: 6
• Flying Psycho Spin-Kick: The fomor whips
around in place, rises into the air like a
mountainside, and descends like a blazing
thunder-strike… then yeets a solid, bone-
crunching kick like a mother-fucker...
o Roll: Dexterity + Super-Death Wyrm-
Karate Organ-Exploding Technique;
Difficulty: 5; Damage: Strength +3/
lethal (or Difficulty: 6; Damage:
Strength +3/aggravated if combined
with Organ-Detonating Strike,
above)
• Apocalyptic Nuke-Strike: Hurling herself
through the air, the fomor focuses the entirety
of her mass into a single devastating blow
capable of making reality itself her bitch. In
this moment, she and her target become the
metaphorical “flaming freight-train of razor-
blades” and the “vaguely-human-shaped lump
of pudding” spoken-of in the art-form’s sutras.
Each success on her initial attack roll adds one
additional die to the strike’s damage. Normally,
for each success above the first the fomor
scores on her attack roll, she adds one more
die to the damage dice pool (three successes
on her attack adds two more damage dice, for
example). When using her Apocalyptic Nuke-
Strike, however, three successes on her attack
roll adds five dice to the damage pool: three
dice for her raw successes, plus two dice for her
“successes above the first (as normal)”.
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 oRoll: Dexterity + Super-Death Wyrm-
Karate Organ-Exploding Technique;
Difficulty: 6 (Difficulty: 7 to instead
execute this maneuver as a kick;
Difficulty: 7 to deal aggravated
damage; Difficulty: 8 to pull-off a kick
that also does aggravated damage);
Damage: Strength + 2 + successes/
lethal (or Damage: Strength + 3 +
successes/lethal, if executed as a kick)
• NOTE: a fomor cannot use Apocalyptic
Nuke-Strike more than once every five turns.
While this Power is active, the enhanced fomor is
surrounded by an eerie phantasmal “glow” of pure,
balefire-fueled ass-beatery: shattered jade-flames seethe
from her, extoling her in dark flickers of hell-flame –
twisted to form the grotesque rune-kanji of Malfeas – as
a hyper-efficient, fully-automated, industrial-grade
dick-crushing, windpipe-collapsing, and spine-removing
engine.
This aura is visible only to those creature who are
immune to the Delirium… and to anyone else who
either physically touches the fomor or who witnesses
her commit violence. Seeing this flare to life immediately
after she totally jump-kicks a dude’s head straight off
his torso and then roars away on his motorcycle at 120
miles an hour incites the Delirium, for obvious reasons.
In addition, if the fomor fails or botches a roll that
is currently augmented by use of this Power – meaning
any roll in which she uses her dots in Super-Death
Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding Technique – she may
simply choose to cancel the action. She doesn’t get the
action back, of course, but she’s spared the unpleasant
consequences of her failure. She didn’t quite make
that sprinting leap to the next rooftop over? Didn’t
precisely pull that sick drift under the 18-wheeler on
her motorcycle? Didn’t so much “crush that dude’s skull
instantly” as she did “box the Ahroun’s ears & piss him
off real good”?
Did not, it turns out, move with the exact amount
of speed and silence necessary to effortlessly slip past a
shotgun-toting Kinfolk caern-guard on high alert?
Didn’t manage, god-help-us, to yeet that balefire
grenade entirely far enough?
No matter. The fomor chose not to even try,
then; instead, she spent her action… uh, silently
contemplating the deepest esoteric mysteries of Super-
Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding Technique or
whatever, like the one time she punched a guy in the
neck so hard that his dick fell off.
‘Kay, who’s up? Next combatant in the initiative
order? Anyone? Bueller?
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Tele-Psychosis: A significant step up from the
lamentable “teledementia” of yesteryear (Freak Legion,
pg. 46), this ability isn’t nearly as fatal to users. Which
is not to say that use of this power is in any way safe,
our lawyers very much insist that we clarify.
System: Whenever the fomor is within line-of-sight
of any thinking creature, or within 10 yards of such a
creature (even if they’re on the other side of a concrete
wall), the difficulties of all die-rolls are increased by 1.
All rolls involving mental acuity or sharp intellectual
focus are instead increased by 3.
Note a fomor with the Merit: Concentration (W20,
pg. 475) reduces these penalties by one – down to +0
and +2, respectively – although fomori with that Merit
are, admittedly, significantly less common these days
than Pentex would prefer.
Maybe if they stopped dumping so many goddamn
neurotoxins in the local water-supply.
Eh. They’ll dick around with it.
Oooh, we could try dosing-up some fomori with
meth!
ANYWAY: once per scene (or hour), the fomor is
granted a free, reflexive Perception + Primal Urge
roll, difficulty 6; if this roll is successful, the fomor
automatically reads the surface thoughts of one thinking
creature somewhere within her little 10-yard bubble.
Yes, even if she doesn’t want to.
Yes, even if she was not previously aware that such a
creature was present.
Yes, even if it’s on the other side of the Gauntlet.
Of such things are nightmares made.
In addition, at will, the fomor may choose a target
she can see and roll Intelligence + Subterfuge against
(difficulty of the victim’s current temporary Willpower
total). The fomor may then pluck one basic item
of information – such as her victim’s name, phone
number, birthdate, or password – from her victim’s
mind for each success on this roll.
Deep secrets and buried memories are much harder
to claw-out than surface emotions, basic observations,
daydreams, and unspoken comments: requiring five or
more successes to access.
On any type of failure on any roll related to this
Power, the fomor is overwhelmed with mental anguish
and spirals into a harrowing psychic feedback-loop: she
effectively frenzies for the remainder of the scene or
for one hour (whichever comes first). On a botch, her
frenzy instead lasts 24 hours.
If she wants, the fomor can choose to spend a point
of Willpower (or Gnosis, if she’s got it) at the moment
she activates this ability, rather than using it for free; if
she does so, she reflexively closes-off the feedback-loop
before going ass-fang, bat-shit bonkers on a failed roll.
But who has the time & energy to do all that?
Reading the mind of a supernatural entity (a Garou,
a fellow fomor, a leech, a sorcerer, etc.) is significantly
more difficult. The fomor first has to spend a point
of Willpower (or Gnosis) to even connect with the
mind of such a creature, she can’t spend Willpower
(or Gnosis!) to establish a quick set of basic safety
measures, and the difficulty of all reading-rolls
increases by +2.

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Totemic Baneklaive-Patronage: Unlike the Fera
– even the Mockery Breeds! – the fomori as a whole
don’t really have any kind of… “in” with the greater
entities of the spirit-realm.
This is for reasons, of course: fomori don’t have
packs, nor any type of access to the Rite of the Totem
(W20, pg. 213), nor are they the beneficiaries of any
kind of more-personal relationship with any of the
Incarna… unlike, say, the connection between Raven
& his Corax, or between Cockroach & the Samsa,
or even between Relshab the Faceless Eater & his
adopted Yeren.
But a clever practitioner of Baneklaive Sorcery can
“hack the Umbra,” so to speak: using her own personal,
portable Wyrm-Caern to call-down favors at a whim.
Doing-so – to be clear – is very, very dangerous.
System: At any time while this Power is not
active – and while she’s wielding her awakened, non-
dormant Baneklaive (see Awaken the Baneklaive,
above) – the fomor may spend a point of Gnosis
and roll Willpower (difficulty 7) as a regular action:
intoning an obscene prayer of supplication.
A success on this roll increases the Totem
Background of the fomor by one for one scene or one
hour, whichever comes first, effectively granting her
a single dot in the Totem Background if she doesn’t
already have one; each additional success on her
activation-roll grants the fomor one of the following
benefits (her choice, made when the Power is
activated):
• an additional dot in the Totem Background, as
above
• an increase in the duration of this effect by one
hour or one scene, whichever comes first
Unlike the vast majority of other non-Fera, the
fomor may – after gaining this Power – purchase dots
in the Totem background using experience points
(raising her Background at a rate of a single dot in
Totem per 3 XP spent); the fomor may not pool her
Totem Background with other fomori, nor with Fera,
and is never considered to be “part of a pack” (even
among Black Spiral Dancers).
The fomor gains the benefits of any dots in Totem
she possesses only while this Power is active. The fomor
might spend 9 XP to raise her base Totem Background
to 3, for example; if she does so, she gains no benefit of
any kind from the Background during her day-to-day
existence, but instead gains the full benefits of Totem 4
(or better!) while this Power is active.
The fomor cannot choose a specific Wyrm-Totem to
follow; instead, her Power merely allows her to beg the
indulgence of whatever malevolent Incarna happens to
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be listening at the time.
This is the metaphysical equivalent of picking up
the ichor-dripping Bakelite phone that rests in the
throbbing, hideous heart of an active Pit and dialing a
random number in the Malfeas area-code.
Totem-Roll (roll 1d10)
• 1: Whippoorwill
• 2: Kirijama, the Hidden Foe
• 3: Green Dragon
• 4: Fallen Bat
• 5: Hakaken, the Heart of Fear
• 6: Dark Fungus
• 7: Relshab, the Faceless Eater
• 8: G’lough, the Dance of Corruption
• 9-10: roll another 1d10:
o 1-2: a lesser-known but no-less-
terrifying Wyrm-Totem such as Kendi,
the Frill-Necked Lizard, or Ngadu-
dagali, the Brolga
o 3-7: a traditionally-Gaian Totem
either currently or historically in-
conflict, struggling against corruption,
such as Clashing Boom-Boom, Tsetse
Fly, or Minotaur; the fomor contacts a
splinter-aspect of that Incarna (such as
Fuck Thunder-Gun, Wyrmish aspect
of Clashing Boom-Boom), which
may yet rise as a separate, opposing
entity: much in the way that Unicorn
& Black Unicorn or Easy Credit &
O’ Might Dolla’ serve as “shadows”
to one another, a pair of distinct-yet-
related Incarna
o 8-9: one of the Maeljin Incarna: roll
on the Urge-Wyrm Chart (below)
to determine the ruling Urge-Wyrm
(such as Angu or Abhorra) and
select the relevant Maeljin Incarna in
service to that entity (Lady Aife or
Lord Steel, respectively). Note: three
of the twelve Urge-Wyrms (Foebok,
Vorus, and Mahsstrac) currently
have no Maeljin Incarna: in such an
instance, the fomor calls upon the
closest equivalent entity – Hakaken,
the Heart of Fear, in the case of
Foebok, or Green Dragon in the case
of Mahsstrac – or asks the temporary
blessing of whatever is actively
seeking to ascend (descend?) to the
status of that Maeljin Incarna: this is
unbelievably dangerous, to be clear.
o 10: roll yet another d10: on a 1-7, roll
on the Urge-Wyrm Chart (below);
on a 8-10, roll on the Greater Wyrm-
Incarna Chart (even further below)
The Urge-Wyrm Chart
1. Foebok, The Urge of Fear
2. Vorus, the Urge of Greed
3. Mahsstrac, the Urge of Power
4. Abhorra, the Urge of Hatred
5. Angu, the Urge of Cruelty
6. Ba’ashkai, the Urge of Violence
7. Khaaloobh, the Urge of Consumption
8. Pseulak, the Urge of Lies
9. Sykora, the Urge of Paranoia
10. Gree, the Urge of Despair
The Greater Wyrm-Incarna Chart
1. H’rugg, Wyrm of Sludge
2. Hoga, Wyrm of Smog
3. Furmas, Wyrm of Balefire
4. Wakshaa, Wyrm of Toxins
5. Beast-of-War, the Wyrm of Calamity
6. Eater-of-Souls, the Wyrm of Consumption
7. Defiler Wyrm, the Wyrm of Corruption
8. [Roll twice on the first Totem-Roll chart,
directly above, and choose either result]
9. [Roll twice on the Urge-Wyrm Chart, above,
and choose either result]
10. [Roll twice on this, the Greater Wyrm-
Incarna Chart, and choose either result;
on another result of 10, unfortunately, the
fomor is physically hauled into the very depths
Malfeas to join one or more very annoyed
Wyrm-Incarnae in-the-flesh, along with
everyone & everything within about three
yards of her; even a single success on a free,
immediate Wits + Alertness or Dexterity +
Athletics roll, difficulty 6, is enough to spare a
nearby creature from also takin’ this one-way]
Once the fomor has a Wyrmish Incarna “on-
the-line”, so to speak, she suddenly finds herself –
metaphysically speaking – stripped naked, kneeling
in supplication at the foot of the Incarna’s towering
throne of rot & horror, surrounded on all sides by the
teeming Bane-legions of its personal retinue.
This is usually accompanied by overwhelming, full-
sensory-suite hallucinations.
Visual, auditory, olfactory, you-name it: the fomor is
freaking there, in-stereo.
To clarify: it’s not teleportation, but it sure as fuck
feels like it.
At this time, the Incarna cannot be deceived. The
fomor’s soul is splayed-open & laid bare before this
god-tier servant of the Wyrm. The fomor would have
better luck muttering lies to the periodic table of
elements than “tricking” such an entity. In the next
half-second, during the remainder of the fomor’s action
(but before the next combatant in initiative-order),
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several things happen.
All of them in quite rapid succession.
All of them very bad.
If the Incarna traditionally serves as a totem…
…it checks the current Totem-rating of the
fomor: if this rating is high enough for the
fomor to serve as a Bastard of the entity in
question under other circumstances (like, “if
the fomor was a Black Spiral Dancer”), the
Incarna then checks to see if the fomor has
been obedient to its Ban over the last [1d10
days]: a fomor drunk-dialing Whippoorwill
better boast a final Totem-rating of at least
6, for example, and best come-to-play with
a Totem-rating of 9+ when standing before
Green Dragon.
The amount of personal sin-history the
Incarna real-quick double-checks for any kind
of Ban-breaking offense is purposefully left
random, giving a practitioner of Baneklaive
Sorcery just a little bit of wiggle-room… while
also making her paranoid about violating an
entire laundry-list of bizarre blue-&-orange-
morality behavioral taboos.Whippoorwill
doesn’t give a shit if the fomor has “held a
moot in its honor” recently, but will quite
violently deny the supplications of any fomor
who has harmed a bird in the last [1d10 days],
while Green Dragon will laugh in the face of
any fomor who has fled in mortal terror from
battle lately – and will then set their head on
fire – but “lately” (in this case) could very well
mean “yesterday” or “in the last week-&-a-
half”.
In the case of traditionally-Gaian totems, wherein
the fomor is contacting a foul, Wyrm-tainted splinter-
aspect of a more-powerful & better-known entity (like
Fuck Thunder-Gun, Wyrmish aspect of Clashing
Boom-Boom), the Incarna is exceptionally likely to
offer a truly staggering amount of leeway regarding
“prior obedience” to a “Ban”. The Incarna might have
something it wants the fomor to do now, like as a
favor – see Birth-Forth Bane, above, for examples of
“bargains” the fomor might be able to strike with such
an entity – but it most likely does not care whether the
fomor has remembered to, like, stay in broccoli, brush
her drugs, say no to school, and eat her teeth every
morning over the last… eh, week-or-so.
Although rare in the extreme, practitioners of
Baneklaive Sorcery who wield this Power can be
identified – by those who know what to look for –
by their nearly-religious habits of always sleeping
upside-down (to appease Fallen Bat), preserving their
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anonymity (to appease Kirijama, the Hidden Foe),
feeding dead bodies to wild mushrooms (to appease the
Dark Fungus), wordlessly devouring any meal placed
before them (to appease Relshab, the Faceless Eater),
explicitly terrorizing their victims before killing them
(to appease Hakaken, the Heart of Fear), and violently
opposing the “status quo,” even when the status quo
benefits them (to appease G’lough, the Dance of
Corruption).
All of this, to be very clear, is fucking exhausting.
If the fomor has a high-enough Totem-rating to
approach the randomly-selected Wyrm-Incarna in
question, and she meets the obligations of the entity’s Ban,
the fomor reaps all the benefits of having the Incarna –
or, much more accurately, a Jaggling-level avatar of the
Incarna in question – serve as her Totem for the duration
of this Power’s effect.
If the fomor hits the jackpot with an Incarna she’s been
obedient-to & crushes the Background Cost of such an
entity by five or more (like if she greets Whippoorwill
boasting a Totem of 11+, for example), she gets a little
extra somethin’-somethin’: the Storyteller may, if she
desires, choose to roll on the Wyrm-Incarna Blessing
chart, below.
If the fomor doesn’t meet the required Totem-rating,
the Incarna punishes the presumptuous tool both swiftly
& brutally. This means a Health Level of aggravated
damage for every point by which the fomor failed to meet
the Totem-rating requirements: three Health Levels, for
example, to a fomor who dares approach the throne of
Green Dragon with a paltry Totem 6.
If the fomor hasn’t been obedient to the entity’s
Ban, however, the Incarna deals 1d10 Health Levels of
aggravated damage to the fomor, minus a single Health
Level of aggravated damage per base dot of Totem the
fomor possesses (to a minimum of one Health Level of
damage).
However, if the Incarna doesn’t traditionally serve as
a totem …
…it checks the current Totem-rating of the
fomor, compared against its own level of power;
the Storyteller determines what the Background
Cost of taking such an entity as a totem would
be, if such an entity was in the habit of taking
Bastards.
Which it is not.
The good news: higher-order, cosmic-level Wyrm-
Incarnae don’t really have “bans” or “rules to follow”
in any meaningful sense: the corrupted spirit of some
random elm-tree, after all, might care if you’re polite to
that blighted elm, specifically, and the spirit of a whole
fallen forest (or of Blighted Elms, as an abstract concept)
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might get super mad if you’re not chopping-down or
poisoning at least an elm-grove or two whenever you
have a free weekend… but an entity on the order of “the
Manifestation of All Plants, Ever, Being or Having-Been
Blighted” or “the Fundamental Idea of Consumption” is
pretty much fine with, y’know, just knowing that your ass
exists in 21st-century society.
Ever been in a car? Lived in a building? Worn shoes?
Eaten something?
We’re cool. You’ve done your part, big guy.
The bad news: the Background Cost of a greater
Wyrm-Incarna starts at 13 (& just goes up from there).
This is, just in case you were wondering, because
G’lough, the Dance of Corruption (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 127) requires a Totem-rating of 12 to take his
big, weird, horrible ass as a totem… and there’s not a single
member of the Maeljin Incarna (or the Urge-Wyrms, or
the Elemental Wyrms, or the Triatic Wyrm) who thinks
of themselves as a “lesser god” than Squirmy G’lough, who
– again, metaphysically speaking – has spent the last eight
billion years or so sitting in the very back of the classroom.
Yes, this is significantly more expensive than taking
Katanka-Sonnak, literal face of the sun & high chief
Incarna of Helios (Rage Across the Heavens, pg. 28) as a
totem.
See, thing is… Helios is a true top-ranking Celestine: a
preening, self-obsessed, hyper-macho pretty-boy born at
the literal dawn of ages – four and a half billion years ago,
noting that the concept of “dawn” legitimately didn’t exist
until he ignited – and forged by the Triat themselves to
act as the center of all attention – and light, and matter,
and heat, and gravity, and sexiness – within approximately
fifteen trillion kilometers (100,000 AU), famous for being
a vain, cocky, brash, conceited, selfish prick even for a
super-god-tier entity for-whom the phrase “it’s HIS solar
system, baby, and we’re all just living in it” is a 100% totally
accurate & valid statement.
Sure.
Totally.
Story checks out.
But let me tell you this: old boy’s got nothing on the
narcissistic arrogance of the Wyrm’s minions.
ANYWAY: in keeping with the hideous, cruelty-
flavored, arbitrary senselessness of the ultimate Wyrm-
Incarnae, a Storyteller may decide to randomly determine
the current “cost” of buying the Wyrm-Incarna’s favor
according to the following formula:
roll 1d10 + 13 (just for being better & cooler
than G’lough) + [1 for an Urge-Wyrm; 2 for an
Elemental Wyrm; 3 for a Triatic Wyrm]
…which gives us a nice range of 17-26 dots in Totem as
a base Background Cost for taking (for example) Eater-
of-Souls, Wyrm of Consumption, as a totem. This seems
both utterly insane as well as just about on-par with the
power-level we’re talking about.
If the fomor has a high-enough Totem-rating to approach
the entity, at least in the entity’s half-mad & self-
obsessed estimation, the Wyrm-Incarna blesses the fomor
according to the following chart:
Wyrm-Incarna Blessings [roll 1d10]:
• 1-3: The fomor gains one additional Fomori
Power (chosen by the Wyrm-Incarna; see
sidebar), plus an additional Fomori Power for
every two successes beyond the first on her
activation-roll. A fomor with three successes
on her Willpower roll to activate Totemic
Baneklaive-Patronage, for example, would gain
two new Powers for the duration of the effect,
while a fomor scoring five successes would gain
three new Powers.
• 4-6: The fomor adds her number of successes
on her activation-roll to all Social dice-pools
involving Wyrm-creatures (broadly defined).
The fomor gains this bonus even if a Wyrm-
eaten creature she’s dealing-with has no idea why
the fomor comes off as so charming, trustworthy,
likeminded, and affably depraved: even the most
learned, elder leech-wizard will basically just
think the fomor is, like… super cool, man.
• 7: The fomor is granted two “lesser minions” of
the Wyrm-Incarna (see below) to aid her for the
duration of this effect, plus two additional lesser
minions per success on her activation roll.
• 8: The fomor is granted a single “average
minion” of the Wyrm-Incarna (see below) to aid
her for the duration of this effect, plus an extra
average minion per success on her activation
roll.
• 9: The fomor is granted a total of one “greater
minion” of the Wyrm-Incarna (see below) to aid
her for the duration of this effect for every two
successes on her activation roll, rounded down.
• 10: Roll again, rolling twice & keeping both
results (any results that are rolled twice stack
with one another), disregarding all results of 10
on this re-roll.
Lesser minions, just to clarify, are effectively baseline-
normal humans who can aim a gun, swing a bat, knife a
guy with a ritual blood-letting dagger, or drive a car with
relative competence: the Government Agent (W20, pg.
459) is a good example of a lesser minion. These guys
are actually pretty dangerous, as humans go: cultists,
bikers, street-gang brawlers, corrupt cops, petty criminals,
corporate leg-breakers on the Pentex-payroll, and
horror-junkies who’ve watched just a few too many gore-
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drenched torture-porn flicks. Lesser minions do not possess
supernatural abilities and are not immune to the Delirium. If
all you need is a swarm of dudes to kick in the door, guns
blazing, though… they’ll do the trick.
Average minions are a cut above in terms of both
combat-potential & magical ability: Enticers, Flesh Pack
alphas, Freakfeet, Gorehounds, Normalites, Shadowfiends,
Sons of Typhon, and Toads (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg.
130-139) are good examples of average minions… as are
Kinfolk, Black Spiral Dancers & other corrupted Fera of
Rank 0-1, and young vampires (W20 pg. 453-454).
Greater minions are things like Rank 2-3 Black Spiral
Dancers & other corrupted Fera, revenants (W20 pg.
457), Hollow Men (W20 Book of the Wyrm pg. 135),
and materialized phantasmi (W20 pg. 446): creatures who
most-likely outclass the practitioner of Baneklaive Sorcery
by an order of magnitude… and who can swing a fight
in the fomor’s favor in-a-heartbeat when told to do so by
their dark master.
To clarify further: not even a theoretical “ultra-elite”
level of minion would ever begin to cover Black Spiral
Dancers (or other fallen Fera) of Ranks 4-6, truly ancient
vampires (W20 pg. 454-455), actual ferectoi (W20 Book
of the Wyrm, pg. 131), Fomarchs (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 139-141), Nephandi, or Nexus Crawlers: those
aren’t minions, they’re forces of nature & acts of god (for
particularly foul and profane definitions of “nature” and
“god,” respectively).
Minions sent by the Wyrm-Incarna to serve as “aid” to
the fomor arrive no sooner than the very top of the next
round, and roll initiative separately. Minions may arrive
slightly later during the same scene (at the Storyteller’s
discretion), but will never take so long to show up that
the fomor doesn’t get at least some benefit from calling-
upon the aid of a Wyrm Incarna. If the fomor is in a tense,
hostage-negotiation stand-off, a horde of minions sent by
her indulgent Wyrmish overlord might crash the party
over an hour later, just when they’re needed most: plowing
a stolen minivan through the front of the building, guns
blazing, to “give the fomor a lift” in the half-second before
the shit truly hits-the-fan.
If, however, the fomor’s head is already literally wedged
in the jaws of a pissed-off Crinos when she thinks to use
this Power, the best any Wyrm-Incarna can probably do
is to have a very confused, several-thousand year-old,
Impergium-era Phantasmi materialize somewhere vaguely
nearby – knitting itself a fresh new body out of cinder-
blocks, shattered-glass, infected human waste, and twisted
rebar – to jump back, once more, into the business of
“fightin’ the servants of Gaia”.
Over the last twenty-thousand-or-so-odd years, after
all, at least one fomor has died just about everywhere;
admittedly, the rates have increased somewhat
(exponentially) in the last few decades.
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 ALSO: note that minions aren’t loyal to the practitioner
of Baneklaive Sorcery and do not take orders from her. If the
fomor activates this Power while she’s stuck in a jail cell
after a bad firefight on the wrong side of town, scores five
successes on her activation-roll, adds +5 to whatever her
base Totem Background is (presumably very high), aces
the nightmarishly-arbitrary Background Cost to gain
the indulgence of her randomly-selected Wyrm-Incarna,
then rolls a 9 on the chart above to receive the aid &
assistance of two greater minions…
Well, an entity like Pseulak, the Urge-Wyrm of Lies
(or its Maeljin Incarna, the Honorable Maine duBois,
Esquire) might send a friendly Black Spiral Dancer lawyer
& her fast-talking Bitter Grin lover to throw several
million dollars’ worth of red-tape, Magadon NDAs,
wrongful-arrest lawsuits, and vague threats of “calling the
mayor” at the legal process until the cops (now absolutely
drenched in flop-sweat) release the fomor from custody
with big, shaky, blind-panic smiles.
On the other end of the spectrum, Hellbringer –
Chieftain of Rage, General of the Armies of the Wyrm &
Patron of Abuse, Maeljin Incarna of Ba’ashkai, the Urge
of Violence, incarnation of brutality and high servant to
Beast-of-War – is probably just gonna have a matching
pair of silent Gorehounds kick in the front doors of
the police station & carve a bloody swath through
the building, killing literally every single thing they
encounter until the fomor has a (mostly) unobstructed
path to an exit.
The fomor can expect similarly absurd “help” from
anything else that answers her call.
The worst news: if the fomor doesn’t meet the required
Totem-rating, the Incarna punishes the fomor in ways
the authors of this book are not comfortable describing in
detail: mechanically-speaking, this means a Health Level
of aggravated damage for every point by which the fomor
failed to meet the Background Cost: twenty Health
Levels, for example, to any fomor who dares booty-call
Eater-of-Souls, Wyrm of Consumption (on a bad day,
when his cost is 26) with a paltry Totem 6.
This special Power may be selected multiple times.
For each time this Power is selected after the first, the
fomor rolls an additional time on the Totem-Roll chart,
above, whenever she activates this Power. If this Power is
selected three times, for example, she rolls three times on
the Totem-Roll chart & picks her favorite result.
The fomor still only gets a single Wyrmish Incarna
on-the-line… but this can help narrow-down her odds of
getting a result that she actually wants.

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Transmute Flesh to Filth: Sometimes, the
greatest magic of all is the ability to turn a guy you
don’t like into a piñata filled with piss-soaked broken
glass, filthy VHS copies of Slaughterhouse Video
grindhouse torture-porn sleaze (still banned in the
UK!), and a half-dozen haunted, knife-wielding,
coked-up “Poopi Suzi & Double-D Cici” dolls,
available now from Avalon Toys.
System: The fomor chooses one target she can see.
This special Fomori Power normally has a range of only
one yard, but can (in theory) shoot exactly as far as
the fomor can squint. If the target of the effect is not
within range after successes are counted (see below),
the Power simply fails.
The fomor then spends one point of Willpower (or
Gnosis, if she’s got it) and makes a Willpower roll
(difficulty 6); the fomor may then spend her total
resulting successes in the following ways:
how… although, in theory, an otherwise healthy dude
who gets rushed to the emergency room with 5% of
his body-mass converted into dead cockroaches could
survive the ordeal.
Chunks of animate filth trapped within the victim’s
body attempt to exit as swiftly as possible, dealing a
single Health Level of bashing damage apiece each
turn as they try to pull free (this damage may be soaked
as normal). Each round, on the fomor’s turn, she rolls
1d10: on a 6 or higher, a single mass of animate filth
stuck inside the victim tears fully free – dealing that
another Health Level of lethal damage as it does so –
and goes running off; lumps of animate filth have a
single dot in all Attributes, zero dots in anything else,
a single Health Level, and (if not otherwise smashed
with a brick) die after about a minute: collapsing into
a liquescent, rotting pile of cancerous, failed pseudo-
organs.

• one success: add 10 yards to the fomor’s

range with this ability
• one success: convert a small portion
(5-10% of the victim’s body-mass) of the
victim’s internal organs into a chunk (or
splatter) of inanimate filth; this deals one
Health Level of lethal damage (bashing
damage to leeches & other undead) that
may be soaked as normal
• two success: convert a small portion
(again, 5-10% of the victim’s body-mass)
of their internal organs into a thrashing
mass of animate filth, trapped within the
victim’s body; this effect deals one Health
Level of lethal damage that may be soaked
as normal, and continues to deal additional
damage as the Wyrm-spawn attempts to
escape (see below)
• five successes: the victim’s heart is either
transmuted into something horrible (like
a three-day-old used diaper or a severed
mannequin-head filled with centipedes)
or is pierced by something horrible (like
a spear of rusted rebar or an unwashed
mop used to clean crime scenes in porno-
theaters, which has suddenly replaced his
pancreas). A baseline human hit with this
effect dies instantly, although supernatural
targets are often just very, VERY pissed off:
a leech hit with this effect, specifically,
loses half of his blood points as the
metaphysical “seat of his vitae” erupts in a
shower of cold gore.
Investing even a single success in the transmutation
of a target’s flesh usually kills a baseline human
within a few minutes, regardless of what material or
substance his internal organs are converted into or
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Traveler in Nightmares: An evolutionary “step
up” from Project Aeneid’s groundbreaking Nightmare
Command (Possessed: A Player’s Guide, pg. 115), this
newest psychic weapon in the Wyrm’s vast arsenal has a
chance of utterly revolutionizing the War on Gaia.
Or of crispy-frying the brains of a shitload of psychics.
System: The fomor spends a point of Willpower, finds a
comfortable place to rest, and mentally pictures a creature
known to her. She then rolls Willpower, difficulty 7.
On a success, the fomor falls into a catatonic trance and
immediately knows whether or not her target is currently
asleep. If her target is awake, the fomor may choose to
remain in this catatonic trance – during which time she’s
effectively in a coma – until her target falls unconscious, at
which point this ability activates.
Baneklaive Augment: A fomor wielding her
awakened, non-dormant Baneklaive may spend
a point of Gnosis in place of spending a point of
Willpower when she activates this Power. If she
does, she automatically activates the “deeper”
version of this Power (just as if she had selected
the Power twice).
If her target is simply inaccessible – because her target is
a Bastet, for example, asleep in their Umbral Den-Realm
(W20 Changing Breeds, pg. 210) – the fomor instantly
knows this Power can’t be used, although she doesn’t
automatically understand why.
The fomor may end her trance at any time as a free
reaction. Exiting her trance ends the effect of this Power
instantly, although it may be re-activated at any time.
If her target is asleep (and not otherwise-inaccessible),
the target is instantly plunged into a nightmare. The fomor
may choose to “direct” this nightmare or simply allow her
target’s subconscious to do its thing. Either way, the target
regains no points of temporary Willpower from a night
of sleep (assuming the fomor stays in-trance in order to
maintain these nightmares), and the target is mentally
exhausted after awakening. The target must succeed on a
Willpower roll, difficulty 7, or suffer a one-die penalty for
the next 24 hours (as per the Nightmares Flaw; W20, pg.
477).
A botch on the target’s Willpower roll inflicts a new
2-point Phobia on the target, chosen by the fomor; a
second botch increases this to a 3-point Phobia (see W20,
pg. 477).
Sadly, the fomor can’t actually “learn” anything from
passively observing the target’s drawn-up nightmares. The
storms of warped symbolism & fractured memory-shards
unique to each dreamer are utterly incomprehensible to an
outsider at the best of times, and the dreams of the Fera –
and other supernatural creatures – are even weirder.
…that said, of course, be sure to see below.
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If the fomor continues to abuse this Power over the
course of several days – or evenings – the Storyteller
should tally-up the fomor’s number of successes each
time she uses the Power after the first. Each time the
fomor’s ever-growing bank of successes exceeds the target’s
permanent Willpower Trait, the target loses a dot of
Willpower (and the fomor’s “bank” of successes resets to
zero).
A dot of permanent Willpower lost in this way can be
regained after a week’s worth of peaceful, uninterrupted
sleep. These dots can also be healed via certain Gifts:
either Fabric of the Mind or Head Games (both W20,
pg. 170) can be used to restore the victim’s full Willpower
Trait instantly, while use of Dreamspeak (W20, pg. 169)
can bring back one dot per successful activation of that
Gift.
A fomor who uses this Power more than three nights in
a row begins to suffer the effects of the Nightmares Flaws,
as noted above, although her difficulty is reduced to 6.
This special Fomori Power may be selected up to twice.
If this Power is selected a second time, the fomor may
choose – whenever she activates this Power – to enter her
target’s dreaming mind much more forcefully. If she does
so, the base difficulty to activate this Power increases to 8.
The difficulty further increases (to 9) if the fomor has only
a casual knowledge of her intended target (like working
from a photograph of a target she’s never actually met)
and increases even further – to 10 – if the fomor only has
a single glimpse to work-from. Her memory of seeing a
photograph of the target that one time, for example.
On the other hand, if the fomor intimately knows the
target – including their name, face, scent, touch, and taste
– her difficulty is reduced back down to 7.
When the fomor activates this Power to enter her
target’s dreaming mind more forcefully, she dives deep, past
the surface-level storm of her target’s nightmare, down into
the target’s memories. She automatically remains “locked-
in” for one full hour; each success on her activation roll
causes the fomor to stay locked within her victim’s lowest-
level dreamscape for one additional hour.
The fomor cannot choose to end this effect early.
While invading a target’s dreamscape, the fomor can see
what her target is experiencing – the active nightmare –
far above, covering the sky from horizon to horizon.
Down here, on the “ground floor” of the mind (and far
below, deep into the subterranean bedrock of the target’s
mind), the fomor can wander the vastness of her victim’s
psyche. This realm takes the rough shape of a sprawling,
labyrinthine library woven-through a city, a palace, a
forest, a desert, a machine-filled manufacturing-facility, a
circuitous cave-system, a futuristic art-gallery, or another
mega-scale environment filled with bookshelves…
alongside salons, parlors, amphitheaters, walls covered in
photographs (or runes, or children’s crayon-illustrations),
post-modern statue-gardens, and other “information
repositories” that represent memories the target routinely
accesses.
Inside the nightmare, the fomor is a creature of pure
psychic projection, and her physical Traits and Fomori
Powers offer no benefit. She may not use Armored Hide
to soak damage, for example, nor add her Unnatural
Strength when attempting to open a door. During this
time, her Manipulation score replaces her Strength, her
Charisma score replaces her Dexterity, her Intelligence
replaces her Stamina, and her temporary Willpower
replaces her Health Levels.
If the fomor is reduced to zero temporary Willpower by
damage suffered within the nightmare of her victim while
she’s not locked-in, she’s ejected from the dream and suffers
an unsoakable Heath Level of bashing damage to her
living form.
If this happens while she IS locked-in, damage to her
form translates directly to Health Levels of bashing damage
(which can wrap-around into lethal & eventually even
aggravated damage, given time); each Health Level of
damage suffered also takes an hour off her time-limit of
being locked-in.
If her target awakens while the fomor is still in the
dreamscape, the fomor is both “unlocked” from being
unable to awaken and likewise expelled: the total collapse
of the labyrinth’s structure “kills” the psychic projection of
the fomor instantly.
Now that she’s inside, the fomor can go digging through
her victim’s subconscious for secrets.
Each nightmare-library is unique, decorated & arranged
according to the subconscious of the owner, although there
are some commonalities. The libraries of warriors – like the
Garou, and also pretty much all of their enemies – tend to
be slashed-through with rivers, waterfalls, and steaming
lakes filled with all the blood they’ve ever spilled, and the
echoes of every creature the owner has ever killed walk
among the stacks.
A nightmare-library is not arranged or ordered in
any sane fashion, but the fomor may rapidly develop a
strange sense for the …general direction toward whatever
knowledge she seeks. Searching for any individual memory
– such as learning the name and current mailing-address
of the victim’s mentor, or finding where the target hid
a powerful Fetish – within the target’s library requires
1d10-3 hours, plus one hour for each dot of Willpower
the target has, plus an additional hour for every decade the
target has walked the world.
Any target who has access to the Ancestors Background
also adds the lifetime experiences of all those ancestors
they routinely communicate-with (in dream) to their
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library. A middle-aged Fera with zero dots in the
Ancestors Background has a library with the acreage of
a good-sized skyscraper… but the library of any Fera with
Ancestors 1 will easily occupy several city blocks, and the
library of any Fera with Ancestors 3 is likely to be the size
of a small nation-state.
The library of a creature with Ancestors 5 occupies
multiple continents of memory, riddled with impossible
towers and vast, echoing mazes cut deep into the earth.
This goes triple for anyone with Mnesis (W20 Changing
Breeds, pg. 210-211). Such a creature is effectively immune
to use of this Power, and is mostly mentioned here only a
very dangerous mind for a foolish fomor to accidentally go
wandering around (and then get eaten by a dinosaur).
If the fomor can’t immediately find what she’s looking-
for, she may re-enter her victim’s mind at a later date and
pick up her search where she left off. Hours spent looking
for a specific memory can be ticked-off, one by one, by the
Storyteller until the fomor finds what she’s looking for…
or until some big, horrible thing haunting the stacks rips
her into messy giblets.
Once a proper text – or black-box theater, or weird
diorama, or bizarre series of interlinked oil paintings –
containing the desired memory has been found, the fomor
and her target each make an opposed Wits + Primal Urge
roll (difficulty equal to their opponent’s Willpower). If the
fomor wins, she’s able to decipher the desired information:
pulling knowledge from the text or otherwise gleaning a
sliver of hidden truth through direct, mental interaction
with the illogical, metaphor-soaked gibberish-physics of
the victim’s “sorting system”. On a failure, the fomor has to
start over completely. Finding the same bit of information
filed-away in a different part of the nightmare library.
Once this information has been obtained, the victim
instantly becomes aware: she knows only that someone
broke into her nightmares and took a secret from
the depths of her memory, however, and she does not
automatically know who performed this theft (or what was
taken).
To be very clear: a nightmare library is a dangerous place,
filled with monsters lurking among the memories: in
addition to the shades of all those she’s killed, the victim
herself wanders along the long, crooked pathways of the
library in fully physical form: insensate and immune to all
damage, any creature immune to Delirium will remember
the face of the fomor (and the specific set of memories the
fomor was casually rooting-through) when she wakes up,
should the two cross paths.
The odds of the target randomly bumping into the fomor
aren’t particularly high – eh, maybe a one-in-ten chance
per hour? – but if the fomor spends enough time looking,
it’s bound to happen.
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True Illusions: As per the Illusions Fomori Power,
above, except the fomor may spend a second point of
Willpower (or Gnosis) when activating this ability.
Upon doing so, the freak doesn’t need to choose a
single sense to fool. Instead, her phantasm overlays
all of the senses her victim may possess (in this way,
she may alter the sight and scent and taste of rot, for
example).
The fomor must first possess the Illusions Fomori
Power (above) before she may choose this Power.
The fomor may even create tactile illusions with this
Power. A pistol might be twisted to feel like a broom-
handle in the hand of her victim, for example, or the
air in a warm, dry room might be made to read as cold
and damp.
A tactile phantasm drawn over nothing at all – the
difference between touching the illusion of a painting
imposed on a bare cement wall, versus the illusion of
a bare cement wall placed in the middle of an empty
hallway – has no substance, but can still confound
mortals. A baseline normal human “pressing” against a
phantasmal wall reflexively mimes the action, knowing
somewhere deep inside that he doesn’t really want to
know what will happen if he truly shoves on it… and
topples forward into darkness. Any creature immune to
the Delirium, however, can put her hand right through
such a hastily-constructed mirage automatically
shattering the illusion (no roll required).
This special Power may be selected up to four times.
If it’s selected a second time, the fomor may also
choose to spend a third point of Willpower (or Gnosis)
when she activates the Illusions or True Illusions
Fomori Power. When doing so, she may “release” her
illusion to behave in a simple, repetitive way without
her active direction. The fomor might set her phantasm
to replicate a chill autumn wind blowing down a dark
and leaf-strewn street, for example, complete with
flickering streetlights and the low patter of rain, then
leave it to play in the background while she shoots
somebody or takes a phone call.
Any low-level automation woven into an illusion
must be simple enough to describe in a single sentence:
“a guard walks back and forth in front of a steel door”
or “a couple argues in the next room”; anything more
complex is right out. The fomor could have cars drive
past the house, but they’d be the same cars over and
over, on a loop.
Direct interaction by a victim with an animate
or highly-reactive element of a phantasm set to
“autopilot” is likely to shatter the illusion. The
phantasmal guard will continue patrolling even if the
victim tries to interrupt the guy, for example, and the
illusory couple will never stop arguing.
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Once the fomor has set her automated phantasm, she
must re-activate the Illusions or True Illusions Fomori
Power again to resume control, effectively overwriting
the ongoing illusion with a fresh (and more actively
directed) phantasm, either simultaneously dismissing
her prior effect or choosing to add-in a new layer-of-
illusion that interacts with the first.
If this Power is selected a third time, the fomor may
choose – when she activates an automated multi-
sensory phantasm with True Illusions – to spend a
fourth point of Willpower (or Gnosis). When doing so,
her phantasm becomes permanent until shattered: she
can get leave the scene, get on a bus, and come back
six weeks later to find the illusion still running in the
background.
The fomor immediately becomes aware if an illusion
she has made permanent in this way is shattered, no
matter the distance between her and the now-undone
phantasm; many practitioners of Baneklaive Sorcery
use this as part of a multilayered defense installed
within their lair, weaving obvious illusions over more
subtle enchantments.
A fomor may maintain a number of permanent
illusions equal to her Willpower Trait.
If this Power is selected a fourth and final time,
well… the fomor may – whenever she activates the
True Illusions Fomori Power – spend an extra point
of Willpower (or Gnosis) and choose a single victim
who’ll suffer the full effects of her illusion… and will
continue to do so even if the phantasm is shattered by
another creature, ending the phantasm for all other
victims.
Remember when I said that phantasms created by
the Illusions Fomori Power can’t deal real damage?
That the illusion of a car striking a victim doesn’t hurt,
illusory flames don’t burn, an illusory blade can’t cut,
and illusory bullets fired from an illusory gun “always
miss”?
Yeah, that was all bullshit.
By means of this Power, the fomor ramps up the
effects of her illusion enough to simulate genuine
wounds in a single victim. This can even cause lasting
physical trauma in the form of long-term nerve
damage and permanent Derangements (W20, pg. 485).
Although the illusion can’t actually break bones or
tear skin, it can convince the victim that her spine is
totally shattered, and the psychosomatic effects are
indistinguishable under anything but an X-ray.
“I’m sorry, but we still can’t find the medical
source of your chronic pain, sir. You say you
were… uh, ‘hit by a train’? Interesting. Oh, no.
No, I’m just noting something on my chart
here.”
 The fomor rolls Willpower (difficulty equal to
the victim’s current temporary Willpower +2). Each
success deals one level of unsoakable bashing damage
or lethal damage (as the fomor desires) to the victim.
The fomor may set a hard limit as to the maximum
amount of damage that can be dealt by her phantasm
before rolling. She never risks accidentally knocking-
unconscious a victim she merely intends to torture.
Any creature immune to the Delirium targeted by
this Power may first attempt to shatter the illusion
(as noted above) for herself, if the damaging effect is
wildly improbable. All other creatures witnessing the
illusion – especially those immune to the Delirium –
can attempt to shatter the illusion as normal, and are
never harmed by the “dangerous” effect (like the room
suddenly bursting into flame, for example, or huge
blades ripping through the wallpaper as the ceiling
starts to drop).
Use of this Power cannot actually kill the fomor’s
victim: a creature “eaten” by a horrid swarm of
centipedes that erupt from his skin and then begin
biting him, for example, simply loses consciousness for
the remainder of the scene.
The victim heals all of his damage instantaneously if
he can be convinced the damage he took was illusory…
but convincing him may take some doing: this requires
at least three successes on a Charisma + Empathy
roll (difficulty equal to the Willpower of the fomor
illusionist).
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Twisted Gifts: Any spirit born of Gaia can fall to
the service of the Wyrm… bringing their strangest and
most-potent Gifts with them to the cosmic banner of
mindless, maximum-fallout mutual suicide.
System: Whenever the freak gains a new Gift via
the Gifted Fomor Power, she may select from any
Gift-list (subject to Storyteller approval), rather than
selecting solely from the Homid, Ahroun, and Black
Spiral Dancer lists. She is still limited to selecting Gifts
of Level 2 or lower.
In addition, the fomor may always spend points of
temporary Willpower (in place of points of Rage or
points of Gnosis) to activate any Gift she possesses.
Similarly, the fomor may choose to roll her Willpower
(rather than the listed Attribute + Ability, if any)
when activating any Gift she possesses.
Use of this Wyrmish variant of the original Gift
is always clearly corrupted. A fomor who employs a
foul version of Wuxing (W20, pg. 195), for example,
perverts the very nature of matter, energy, and of
reality itself in doing so; in short, this ability cannot be
mistaken for the true Gift.
In some cases, this represents significantly more than
a mere “change in flavor” regarding the effect of a Gift.
A fomor wielding Elemental Favor (W20, pg. 184)
cannot call-upon uncorrupted urban or postmodern
elementals – entities of the Weaver composed of
electricity, glass, steam, steel, paper, plastic, concrete,
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rubber, magnetism, asphalt, radio, or pure atomic Unholy Blessing: Consecration to the Wyrm’s
energy – any more than she could use the same Gift to unearthly power imbues the wicked with deadly might.
demand service from those primeval elementals born
of the ancient & uncharted root-state of the world, System: The difficulties of all rolls made by the freak
shaped only by the Wyld. Unbridled entities of flame, to activate any Fomori Power with an activation-roll
stone, wood, ocean, wind, lightning, iron, rain, sand, (such as Ectoplasmic Extrusion or Noxious Breath)
clay, fog, and magma will ignore her utterly. are lowered by 2.
The fomor may, however, readily demand the This special Fomori Power may be taken multiple
obedience of the Wyrm’s foul children, obscene times; its effects stack.
spirits tainted by the corruption of the world as it
dies: unwholesome entities of balefire, sludge, smog,
toxin, filth, corporate branding, rot, sewage, blight,
rust, cesspools, radiation, biohazardous waste, and
carcinogenic “cheez-food product” the color of marine
rescue equipment (warning: does not contain food, or
product) leap to obey her with wicked, sadistic glee.
Note that, in combination with the Greater Gifts
of Malfeas Fomori Power (above), this may allow
a fomor to access nearly any Gift in the World of
Darkness setting. Some of the more popular Gifts
among the Wyrm’s legions are Bolt (W20 Changing
Breeds pg. 133), Call of the Wyrm (W20, pg. 169),
Call the Breeze (W20, pg. 199), Call the Rust (W20
pg. 175), Create Element (W20, pg. 155-156), Cutting
Wind (W20, pg. 200), Electroshock (W20, pg. 184),
Elemental Gift (W20 pg. 160), Elemental Meld (W20
Changing Breeds pg. 134), Grasp the Beyond (W20
pg. 165), Hands of the Earth Lords (W20, pg. 199),
Invoke the Spirits of the Storm (W20 pg. 201), Part
the Wall (W20 Changing Breeds pg. 284), Possession
(W20 Changing Breeds, pg. 131), Pulse of the
Invisible (W20 pg. 165; pg. 309), Quicksand (W20,
pg. 187), Reshape Object (W20, pg. 154), Scrying
(W20 pg. 198), and Strength of Will (W20 pg. 172).
Note some Gifts – such as Fistful of Filth and Odious
Aroma (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 175) – might
be made freely available to a fomor without selecting
this Power: although they’re not Homid, Ahroun,
or Black Spiral Dancer Gifts, they’re DEFINITELY
thematically-appropriate to a fomor.
On the other hand, certain very carefully guarded
Gifts – like Gaia’s Breath (W20 Changing Breeds,
pg. 116) or Veil of the Wani (W20 Changing Breeds,
pg. 160) – are very simply not available to any fomor:
if the Gurahl and the Nagah haven’t lost their
most-sacred treasures to the Garou Nation in the
last quarter-million years, the odds of some mouth-
breathing asshole at Pentex getting his grubby lil’ mitts
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Vomit Flies: [eerie droning noises intensify] to “step” into the area of the cloud: her body
withers and collapses, an empty husk… while
System: The fomor spends a point of Willpower (or the mass of her cloud coalesces to reform her
Rage, if she’s got it) and rolls her Willpower (difficulty body elsewhere; use of this ability instantly
6). On a success, she pukes up huge gouts of flies in a ends the effects of the cloud
thick black spray like a firehose out of nightmare. This
swarming filth occupies an area approximately 10 yards A fomor may not choose any benefit listed above
across. The swarm initially surrounds the fomor, but until she has selected the previous benefit in the chain
she may direct the swarm as she desires so long as it (if such a chain exists): a fomor who has gained this
does not leave her line of sight. Power twice may choose to deal bashing damage with
her swarm, for example, and she may – upon gaining
The unclean cloud moves at a rate of approximately this Power a third time – choose to teleport using her
15 yards per turn. The difficulties of all rolls made by swarm or to deal lethal damage, but she could not
creatures in the area are increased by two; this penalty choose to “skip ahead” and deal aggravated damage
does not affect the fomor. with her swarm or to drain Gnosis into her own
Gnosis-pool.
This mass is immune to most kinetic damage
(including firearms, falling damage, most melee
weapons, and most natural weapons) but is not
immune to fire, electricity, or magic… and is especially
vulnerable to area-of-effect attacks including the
Cutting Wind and Invoke the Spirits of the Storm
Gifts (W20, pg. 200-201) and grenades. If this swarm is
targeted by an area-effect that deals damage, the cloud
is dispersed for one round per Health Level of damage
that would normally be dealt.
The cloud otherwise persists for one minute per
success rolled by the fomor to activate this Power or
until she dismisses the effect (a free action).
This special Power may be selected multiple times.
Each time it is selected after the first, the fomor may
choose one of the following special abilities:
• all living creatures other than the fomor suffer
a Health Level of bashing damage (difficulty
6 to soak) at the end of each turn – on the
opponent’s action – spent within the cloud
o the cloud instead deals lethal damage
(difficulty 7 to soak)
o the cloud instead deals aggravated damage
(difficulty 8 to soak)
• any creature trapped within the cloud loses
one point of temporary Willpower (or Gnosis,
their choice) at the end of each turn spent
within the cloud
o the fomor gains one point of temporary
Willpower at the end of each turn in
which her swarm drains one or more points
of Willpower (or Gnosis)
o the fomor instead gains a point of
temporary Gnosis at the end of each turn
in which her swarm drains one or more
points of Gnosis (or at least five points of
Willpower)
• the fomor may choose to become temporarily
blind; while doing so, the fomor instead sees
through the eyes of the swarm
• the fomor may spend a point of Willpower

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Wicked Weapons of Malfeas: A true champion
of the Wyrm, assembled of sizzling sinew & and living
nightmare, the fomor possesses a most grotesque &
unwholesome edge.
System: The fomor chooses one of the following
benefits when this Power is gained:
• Big Claws: Claw-attacks made by the fomor deal
two additional dice of damage; if the claws of the
fomor would normally deal Strength + 1 damage,
for example, they now instead deal Strength + 3
damage. These massive talons – each a minimum
of eight inches long – impose a three-dice penalty
on all Dexterity rolls involving use of the hands for
any purpose other than “stabbin’ folks with yer’ big
sharp fingers” (including use of any firearm or any
melee weapon), and the fomor must concentrate
very carefully when attempting to use her fingers to
push the buttons on a laptop or turn the pages of a
book. These penalties apply to Ferectoi (and other
fomori, such as Sons of Typhon, capable of hiding
their Powers) only when the true nature of such an
entity is fully revealed. A Larvae of the Wyrm who
currently has his nine-inch claws & giant monster
teeth “tucked away” has no problem flipping his
credit card around or using his smartphone. Note
this Fomori Power does not grant access to claws;
instead, it only enhances existing claws already
possessed by the fomor.
• Bigger Teeth: Bite-attacks made by the fomor deal
two additional dice of damage; if the bite of the
fomor would normally deal Strength + 1 damage,
for example, it now deals Strength + 3 damage.
The hideous razor-blade fangs & oversized jaw-
muscles of the fomor prevent her from speaking
intelligibly, although she may still grunt. This does
not impede the fomor from using Powers of any
kind (such as Voice of the Wyrm). As above, this
penalty doesn’t apply to those rare fomori capable
of hiding their Powers until the exact moment
their true nature is fully revealed. Note this Fomori
Power does not grant access to a bite attack; it only
enhances an existing bite attack already possessed
by the fomor.
• Hideous Breath: At will, the fomor may vent a
caustic blast of flesh-eating worms, acidic wind,
shattered glass, rotting meat, obsidian lightning,
venom-dripping swords, or other, stranger
instruments & energies of death. She may use
one of the following (chosen when the Power is
selected):
o project a single bolt up to 30 yards: this attack is
difficulty 5, it requires a Dexterity + Athletics
roll to hit, and normal modifiers from Firearms
attacks [W20, pg. 293] apply. The base damage
of this attack is 6 dice of lethal damage or 3 dice
of aggravated damage, chosen when the Power is
selected, or
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o blast everything in a 10-yard-radius area
centered within 10 yards of her; all creatures in
the area suffer 3 dice of lethal damage or 2 dice
of aggravated damage, chosen when the Power is
selected. The fomor and other Wyrm-creatures
in this area are immune.
• Instincts for Violence: Whenever she is attacked
in close combat (usually with a Melee or Brawl
roll), the fomor may make a free counterattack
upon her foe without even thinking about it, as if
her body was not entirely her own: striking with a
head-butt, shoulder-check, backhand, knee-strike
or with another limb unique to the fomor: a wing-
buffet, tentacle-flex, or tail-swipe, for example.
The fomor rolls Dexterity + Brawl (difficulty7) as
a free reaction. If this roll is successful, the fomor
inflicts a base damage of Strength -1 lethal (often
still enough to kill a human). No more than one free
counterattack of this type may be made per turn.
• Nasty, Nasty Poking-Bits: The fomor gains access
to a special Combat Maneuver, which deals Strength
+ 2 aggravated damage (difficulty 7), that the freak
may use with a single novel appendage – tail, tendril,
tentacle, etc. – gained from the Extra Limbs Fomori
Power or from another Power (such as Wings, or
hideous scorpion-centaur legs inflicted on the fomor
by her Extra Speed). Note this Power alone does not
grant the fomor a new extremity or appendage; it
only enhances an existing non-human-standard limb
already possessed by the fomor into a deadly weapon.
• Stretchy Parts: The fomor’s neck, limbs, fingers,
and torso can extend and elongate, at will, up to
two yards per point of Stamina or Willpower (her
choice) possessed by the fomor. The skin surrounding
the extremity doesn’t gain any particular elasticity,
causing the chosen limb to twist away from the
fomor along a stringy, taught thread of viscera and
muscle tissue. Witnessing the fomor use this ability
incites the Delirium. Use of this Power may allow
the fomor to bite, strike, and grapple an opponent
at range. In addition, the fomor might choose to
uncoil her neck to peer down a hallway and around
a corner, or to send a single hand onto the roof of a
nearby building. Extending a body part requires an
action (but no roll or expenditure of Willpower).
Any part of the body unfurled in this way may be
“snapped back” to its normal size and shape instantly,
including in response to the action of another
character. This special Power may also be used
to increase the range of any fomor’s non-human-
standard limbs. A fomor with the Frog Tongue
Power may strike an opponent up to two yards
away with her tongue, as normal, plus an additional
two yards for each point of Stamina or Willpower
she possesses. Note that limbs unfurled in this way
may be attacked anywhere along their length, and
that decapitation will still kill the fomor as normal
(usually meaning instantly).
 • Venom Sacs: The fomor chooses one natural attack
she possesses: bite, claws, tail-stinger, serrated
talons, wing-razors, body-barbs, etc. Immediately
after damaging a target with an attack of this type,
the fomor may spend one point of Willpower (or
Rage, if she has it) and roll Willpower (difficulty
3 + the victim’s Stamina) to activate her venom.
On a success, the victim suffers one Health Level of
lethal damage the next turn (at the beginning of his
action), plus one additional level of lethal damage
each subsequent turn at the start of his action for
a number of turns equal to the number of successes
scored by the fomor. This damage may be soaked as
normal, at a difficulty equal to (the Stamina of the
fomor +3). Black Spiral Dancers, leeches, her fellow
fomori, and all other Wyrm-creatures are immune to
this damage, as are any targets with the Gift: Resist
Toxin (W20, pg. 174).
This special Fomori Power may be selected multiple
times; each time it is selected, the fomor may choose a
new benefit from the list above.
Wyrmish Glamour: Don’t trust anyone. Or any
thing.
System: The fomor can choose to appear to the
human eye as a completely normal human (or, in the
case of an animal fomor, as a normal member of its
parent species) at-will. This illusion is confirmed by
cameras & recording equipment of all types, but is
otherwise relatively weak: it cannot fool the senses
of any creature immune to the Delirium (no roll
required).
In addition, use of any supernatural ability by the
fomor shatters the illusion instantly.
Yet Still More Hideous Breath: The things that
come out of the fomor are just goddamn nightmarish.
System: The fomor must first possess Hideous
Breath (via the Wicked Weapons of Malfeas Fomori
Power, above) before she may select this Power.
The fomor chooses one of the following benefits
when this Power is gained:
• Arcing: Immediately after a creature is struck
by the fomor’s Hideous Breath, the fomor may
choose an additional target within five yards of
the creature struck and make a free additional
attack against that foe with her Hideous
Breath. This attack uses the same dice-pool
as the first attack but suffers a +1 difficulty
for each yard of distance the arc must cross
to hit this extra foe. It also deals -2 dice of
Chapter 2: New Fomori Powers
SO … WHY TAKE WYRMISH GLAMOUR?
Wyrmish Glamour was added to this text
with the intention that it serve as a sort of “happy
medium” between the Disguise Fomori Power (W20
Book of the Wyrm, pg. 137) and Siren’s Veil (W20
Book of the Wyrm, pg. 130-131).
To clarify: they’re both excellent powers.
Unfortunately, the Disguise Fomori Power
specifically allows the fomor to “look exactly as they
did before they were possessed” …which isn’t much
use to a fomor animal (born with a Bane already
jammed inside ‘em); Siren’s Veil, on the other
hand, provides bonuses to Appearance, Charisma,
and Manipulation – all Attributes that an animal-
fomor, let’s be honest, is probably never going to
use – and further provides access to an activated
ability that (within the context of most Chronicles)
it probably shouldn’t use.
base damage from the first attack. This special
benefit may only be added to Hideous Breath
fired as a single bolt (rather than as an area-of-
effect blast).
• Armor-Piercing: The fomor’s Hideous Breath
automatically ignores up to three points of
armor.
• Burning: Any creature struck by the fomor’s
Hideous Breath suffers an additional 4 dice of
lethal damage or 3 dice of aggravated damage,
as appropriate for the blast, the following
round (difficulty 6 to soak); a creature who
cleans herself completely – by submerging
herself in water, for example – ignores this
secondary-damage effect.
• Deadly: The fomor’s Hideous Breath deals
additional damage. A blast that deals lethal
damage increases its base damage by 3 dice,
while a blast that deals aggravated damage
increases its base damage by 2 dice.
• Extreme Range: The range of the fomor’s
Hideous Breath increases by 30 yards.
This special Fomori Power may be selected multiple
times; each time it is selected, the fomor may choose a
new benefit from the list above.
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 Appendix 1: The “ First
Team on Speed-Dial”
Chart-Chart

“Us super-creeps weren’t built to think. We weren’t put together to teach the masses
what they can aspire to — we’re just here to show them what they’ll get if they ever step
out of line.”
— The Commander, Team Leader of ‘The Americans’; The Authority,
Vol. 1, #14
[Editor’s Note: I love charts, and random creation of of her Chronicle: fully-realized antagonist-NPCs
characters, enemies, and all things that randomize to burdened with all the rich, complex tragedy and
create interesting things you’d never create on your own. pitiable horror of Shakespearean villains; vainglorious
What follows is a really weird set of charts. I mentioned foes who stand all-too-starkly as warped, ugly
this earlier, but these charts are at times a bit off the wall, caricatures of ‘good guys in a world gone bad’; mad
even silly. But, they should give you a good starting place beasts with which she might contrast the heroism &
for creating really gross First Teams or other groups of sacrifice of her – often admittedly flawed – jaded &
Fomori your players are going to have to go toe-to toe world-weary player-characters.
with. If you’ve read the First Team Dossier Books... well,
this set of charts has a similar humor to those. And if you … and sometimes, y’all just need a quick & dirty,
are thinking... humor? Right now, and you’ve read those randomly-generated First Team of douchebags, clowns,
books. Well, you’re in a similar place to me while reading assholes, scumbags, jerk-offs, and gross-out dudes in
some of these. At times they are funny. At other times they unwashed black leather trench-coats with skeevy,
are stomach turning, and honestly, that is what Pentex and pencil-thin moustaches who can puke hypersonic
fomori represent. The horror that is so... ridiculous that murder-turds ‘cause they just love committing arson,
we laugh and then probably feel bad about it in the end. It’s home-invasion, and violent assaults on old people so
so rancid we consider having a shower after. So, as with damn much.
anything in this book. Walk in carefully, and with at least a
pinch of salt] These charts are designed to help with that second
Sometimes, a Storyteller desires a lovingly-crafted, one.
highly-detailed crew of cutthroat mercs & all-too- Go grab some ten-sided dice.
human monsters; she wants a mélange of the strange &
disturbing, slowly woven throughout the background Let’s get nuts.

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Who do these fuckers work for? (sponsoring
Subsidiary & possible Team Name/Nickname!)
• 1-3 Magadon Incorporated: Doctor Feel-Bad
& Associates, the Night-Nurses, Death Panel,
the House-Call Horrors, Dr. Bob’s Bad-
Medicine Brigade, Public Enema #1 (with a
bullet)
• 4-6 Endron International: Oil-Dollar Elite
Security, Kardashev-Raijen Group [Force
Alpha], the Burned Sons of Moloch Unbowed,
Smokey & the Drillteam, Slippery Weasels
• 7-8 King Breweries: The Party-Bus, Drunk
Tank Omega, Frat House Fuck-Squad 9, Puke
& Rally, The Faced & the Faded, Bootlegger
Dick’s On-Call Alcohol-Poisoning Service
• 9-10 a smaller Pentex subsidiary (roll on the
chart below)
Smaller Subsidiaries
1. Ardus Enterprises: Waste Managers,
Midnight Janitorial, Cleaning Crew,
Dumptruck & the Nasty Boys, Biohazardous
Retaliators
2. Avalon Incorporated: Big-Toy Boys, Pretty
Princess Tea-Partiers, Doll Squad 7, Tickle-
Time Friends, Attic-Box Irregulars
3. Circinus Brands: Big Top Bob’s Smokin’-Hot
Murder-Circus, Clown Patrol, Lung-Butter
Corp, Carcinoma-&-U Fan Club, Twist of
Smoke-&-Mirrors
4. Falcon Motors: Thump-Pumpin’ Diesel-Boys,
the Road Rash Crew, Red-Eye Red-Liners, the
Motor-City Motherfuckers, Route Six-One-
Sixers
5. Full Force Solutions: Church of the One True
Gun, Mega-Compensators, Boom-Boom Boys,
Amendment-One Adjudication Financial,
Back-the-Blue
6. O’Tolley’s: Burger-Lickers, Fry Boys, Night
Shift Horror-Show, Shake-Machine Breakers,
Hot-Grease Express
7. The RED Network: Chopper 5, First On-
Scene, Camera-Crew, Fame-Makers, News-
Cycle Editorial
8. Siren Cosmetics: Hot Mamas, Pretty Boys,
Bosom Buddies, Switchblade Kisses, Xtreme
Yoga-MILF Murder Squad
9. POW Comics: The Penetrators, The Fuck-
Tastic Five, Justifiable-Homicide League
of America, Ecchs-Factor, Teenager-Killin’
Titans
10. Tellus Enterprises: Hardware Humpers,
Basement-Dwelling IT Monsters, Overnight
Tech-Guys, Cheese-Puff Monkey-Stains,
Biological Warfare Online Customer-Service
Department [On-Site Mobile Division, Unit 7]
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What’s their First Team designation? (meaning:
what kind of crew are these assholes, exactly?)
• 1-2: All-Purpose.
o Roster: Glorious Team Leader,
Second-in-Command, Brains of the
Operation, Heavy Firepower, Support
(10% chance to sub-out [roll 1d10:
1-3, Brains of the Operation; 4-6,
Heavy Firepower; 7-10, Support] for a
Wildcard)
• 3-4: Assault.
o Roster: Glorious Team Leader,
Second-in-Command, Heavy
Firepower x2, Support (10% chance to
sub-out [roll 1d10: 1-5, one of the two
Heavy Firepower team-members; 6-10,
Support] for a Wildcard)
• 5-6: Ranger.
o Roster: Glorious Team Leader,
Second-in-Command, Brains of the
Operation, Heavy Firepower, Support
(10% chance to sub-out the Second-
in-Command for a Wildcard)
• 7-8: Support.
o Roster: Glorious Team Leader,
Second-in-Command, Brains of the
Operation, Support x2 (10% chance
to sub-out [roll 1d10: 1-5, Brains
of the Operation; 6-10, one of the
two Support team-members] for a
Wildcard)
• 9-10: Retrieval.
o Roster: Glorious Team Leader,
Second-in-Command, Brains of the
Operation x2, Support (10% chance
to sub-out [roll 1d10: 1-5, one of
the two Brains of the Operation
team-members; 6-10, Support] for a
Wildcard)
MEMBERS:
Glorious Team Leader:
1. Battle-hardened, tattoo-covered human
badass, all hopped-up on cocaine & Delerex
Lupus-7.
2. Charming blond fomor super-soldier: Captain
American-Super-Corporate-Man USA,
AWAY!
3. Dull, straight-laced, horned-rim-glasses-
ass-wearin’ head-office suit (probably from
accounting) who can rip off his skin to become
an obscene monster.
4. Eerily-intelligent, well-mannered, inhuman
faceless-mass of muscles, genitals, tendrils, and
hate.
5. Just a Black Spiral Dancer
6. A “well-intentioned extremist” Kinfolk
werewolf-hunter who long-ago sold out to the
man and now hates himself almost as much as
he hates the Garou.
7. Wyrm-cult true-believer sorcerer; think
“hardcore Charles-Manson-meets-David-
Koresh” vibes.
8. Ninja-vampire-fetish commando in a shiny,
skintight black-latex bulletproof bodysuit,
packing a silver katana (note: is most-likely
not actually a vampire or a ninja).
9. A no-bullshit Bane, who speaks to the team
while on-mission through equipment carried
by – or imbedded within! – the second-in-
command, the brains of the operation, or the
support.
10. Roll 1d10: 1-5, a Yeren (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 173-175); 6-10, a Wyrm-corrupted
Fera other than a Garou [roll another d10]:
1: Corax [roll 1d10: 1-6, Buzzard; 7-10,
once-Gaian Corax seduced to dance the
Black Spiral
2: Asura-ridden Bastet, specifically a …
[roll 1d10: 1-2, Hellcat (ex-Ceilican); 3,
Bagheera; 4, Balam; 5, Bubasti; 6, Khan; 7,
Pumonca; 8, Qualmi; 9, Simba; 10, Swara]
3-4: Kumo (50% chance to secretly be
working against Pentex)
5: Kuko (fallen Kitsune)
6-8: Mad Destroyer (fallen Ratkin)
9: psychopathic Mokolé so memory-
twisted by prolonged exposure to a malicious
Innocent (W20 Changing Breeds, pg. 142) that he
thinks he’s freaking Smaugodzilla Von Tiamat or
something; 50% chance to specifically identify as
‘Braney’ (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 161-162)
Appendix 1: The First Team on Speed Dial Chart
10: BALEFIRE SHARK (please note
that the balefire shark is, most likely, not
actually the leader of the team, and in
all probability needs a good amount of
help remembering to put on pants in the
morning; that said, the full-time job of the
“second-in-command” and anyone else on
the team who doesn’t want to get eaten is
therefore pretending – repeatedly & very
loudly – that the balefire shark is totally
in charge and that all the balefire shark’s
ideas are good ones)
Second-in-Command
1. Cruel, grizzled Kinfolk vet of the Amazon War
with a big-ass necklace of severed human ears.
2. Crueler, more-grizzled, one-eyed, heavily-
scarred cigar-chompin’ fomor vet of the
Amazon War with an even bigger necklace of
severed not-all-human ears.
3. Quirky “lover” of the Team Leader, giving
off some very twisted, very deeply unhealthy
Bonnie-&-Clyde-meet-John-Wayne-Gacy-&-
Pogo-the-Clown codependence vibes.
4. Wise old shaman and/or ancient sensei
master… who just-so-happens to be Kinfolk,
with the blood of something much more
esoteric, bizarre, and sinister than a mere Black
Spiral Dancer pumping through the veins
surrounding his icy, eerily-calm heart.
5. Ot-nay oo-tay ite-bray Skull Pig (W20 Book
of the Wyrm, pg. 154-155) or Kerasi (W20
Book of the Wyrm, pg. 171-173) who serves
the Team Leader as a groveling, comically-
dimwitted toady.
6. 2-extrem-4-U grindhouse shirtless crossbow-
huntin’ white-trash redneck antihero badass;
Black Spiral Kinfolk and seasoned vet of many
a backwoods Garou-Wyrmboy war.
7. Young Vampire (W20, pg. 453-454) who has
glided silently through the worst of Earth’s
wars for the last 60-to-90 years
8. Mysterious, sexy, exotic, tarot-reading Wyrm-
witch, like something straight out of the most
xxx-ploitative possible direct-to-motel-pay-
per-view sequel to Balbina: Zombie Gladiator
of Mexican Satan’s Bathhouse 3 (available now,
ONLY from Slaughterhouse Video!)
9. Ninja-vampire-fetish commando in shiny,
skintight black-latex bulletproof bodysuit
– this one is covered in blood-red, possibly
meaningless icons! – also packing a silver
katana (note: is, again, most-likely not actually
a vampire or a ninja); there are still a lot of
these left over from the ‘90s.
10. Possibly-human former “Deep State/NWO”
assassin, armed with a very-nearly-regulation
USMC combat-utility knife constructed of
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 mysterious Roswell-metal (which has all
manner of bizarre & curious properties; for
example, it floats in water and can “home-in”
on Egyptian hieroglyphics); a sassy, Southern,
hardcore-alcoholic, white-haired dandy who
starts talkin’ old missions after a few beers:
grab the absolute weirdest, most paranoid
conspiracy nonsense you can find & read
aloud to your heart’s content …“That night,
Hillary summoned us to the base two miles
‘aneath the Pentagon, where we was briefed by
the President— oh no, not by Bill, by the real
president. Any-hoo, mission was simple: we were
to kill & replace the cast of …hmm, well, let’s just
say, ‘of a certain popular long-running network-
television sitcom I’m not at liberty to discuss
specifically at this time’. Jen, well …she was
the tough one. Real tough. Lot of good men died
trying to take her down. Real good and mean,
if you take my meanin’. ‘Course, this was all
before the lizard-man surgeries; those babies used
4:44-doorway energy, if you can believe it. Crazy
bastards.”
Brains of the Operation
1. Disgruntled, hateful, quick-witted Glass-Walker-
Kinfolk techie & 90s-electronica enthusiast.
2. Project Iliad scientist who left her cushy lab-
job to “see the beauty & power of the Wyrm
up-close, before it’s too late”; dangerously insane
and eerily affable.
3. Asshole know-it-all corporate suit, probably a
Son of Typhon (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg.
137) or a Toad (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg.
137-138), sent by the home office to “keep tabs”
on the team’s leader; might also be a Ferectoi
and therefore scary as all hell
4. Young Vampire (W20, pg. 453-454) cyberpunk
badass with a smattering of “computer-magic”
and several decades of experience committing a
wide variety of information-crimes.
5. Bitter, jaded, dangerously calm, two-weeks-from-
retirement FBI Special Affairs Division (W20,
pg. 459) black-ops agent on-loan to Pentex for
“one last mission,” popping Delerex Lupus-7 &
washing it down with bottled water exactly on
schedule. Does not like speaking to (or looking
directly at) other team-members.
6. Project Odyssey psychic who is very much not
having a good time.
7. Fomor hacker who found something deep, deep
in the darkest abyssal trenches of the dark-
web (which promptly possessed him); alien &
unnerving even by fomori standards.
8. Aging, self-loathing baseline-human occult
scholar & leech-expert; a pathetic “monster
groupie” desperate to be turned into a vampire
but too uncool to ever get picked.
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9. Smiling, super-genius “Take Two” Gorehound
(W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 133-134) serial
killer, sprung from prison by Pentex and
implanted with a cranial bomb – which he really
doesn’t seem to be very worried about – always
at least two steps ahead of everybody.
10. Ancient Vampire (W20, pg. 454-455) + 200-
400 XP, several levels of raw power above
anything else on the team …if not the entire
Chronicle. The big question: is it here as part of
some huge, complex, centuries-long scheme? Or
just slummin’-it for cheap thrills?
Heavy Firepower
1. Shirtless, screaming, bulletproof fomor goin’
hardcore two-gun-mojo with his matching
pair of spike-covered, belt-fed assault shotguns
(W20, pg. 303).
2. Blaster-fomor who barfs acid, shoots eye-lasers,
pisses napalm, shits grenade-tumors, whatever.
3. Crazed sorcerer! He’s flingin’ fireballs,
lightning bolts, magic missiles, screamin’
medusa-heads, pixie-dust bottle-rockets,
fractal-thunder-necro-darts, and god-knows-
what-else all willy-nilly!
4. Take-Two Gorehound (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 133-134) gun-bunny with a big,
clanking bag full of utterly absurd guns: a
Soviet-made, five-chamber, revolver/rifle-
hybrid loaded-up with depleted-uranium
30×173mm autocannon rounds, designed for
Cold-War-era anti-aircraft “boarding-actions”
in (or near) hard vacuum? Yeah, she switched-
out the barrel-alignment to fire from the
bottom chamber in the cylinder, soldered-in
a higher-quality set of pistol-grips, scratch-
built a state-of-the-art trigger-mechanism, and
hand-modded a telescopic stock that collapses
into the upper receiver. It’s her seventeenth-
favorite of all her “little toys”; wait ‘till you
see this next one: it fires over twenty-two-
hundred ultra-sonic, homemade one-point-
five-millimeter caseless incendiary rounds a
minute! From a gel propellant!
5. Some asshole in an ultra-high-end, bleeding-
edge-tech hazmat suit (Armor rating 6;
Dexterity penalty -2) with a Balefire Thrower
(W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 184-185).
6. Masked, mute slasher with a massive chainsaw
& hockey-mask: last of the o.g., Olde-Skool
Gorehounds (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg.
133-134), ready & able to yeet a cop into his
own squad car, through his partner, then chuck
the whole flaming mess in a lake like a Frisbee.
7. Hulking, sexy vampire – “vampire?” – with a
big-ass, Bane-blessed, rune-covered battle-axe
(or possibly great-sword): cosplayer or actual
brooding undead medieval warrior?
 8. Incel edgelord with an oversized handgun
used in an infamous mass shooting; he bought
the gleaming slab of cold, shiny death with
cryptocurrency off a Pentex-owned corner
of the dark-web built to facilitate the rapid,
untraceable exchange of heroin & particularly-
illegal porn. The firearm itself is terrifyingly
impressive: it’s a Wyrm-fetish, it’s sentient, and
it whispers to him ceaselessly. In point of fact,
the boy is – in many ways – actually the gun’s
familiar.
9. Just a regular guy with a rare blood-type who
had an experimental Wyrm-science mega-
weapon forcibly grafted to his arm; now
forced to obliterate designated targets (as if
from orbit!) by his “handler” on the team.
Kept in a drugged-out, near-comatose, very-
sweaty nightmare-state when not actively
deployed in the field. On occasion, isn’t dosed
with Delerex Lupus-7 quite on-schedule and
thereafter spends the entire firefight in the
screaming panic of Delirium.
10. Dorky, pencil-necked, 97-pound-weakling
with absurdly-thick taped-up glasses & a bad,
greasy, slicked-down haircut, dressed like the
dorkiest imaginable dork from a 80s-era teen
sex-comedy about hot college shenanigans in
the 1950s; probably named “Poindexter” or
“Gilbert”. Often covered in blood-splatters;
always smiling. He’s a full-on, no-shit, actual
risen-from-the-grave Revenant (W20, pg. 456-
457) who hits like a freight train & regains
Pathos – the weird, walking-corpse-version
of Rage/Gnosis – from pursuing his Dark
Passions, which are apparently:
a. “being a spree-killer” (as per Stoking
Fury’s Furnace, W20, pg. 172)
b. “being a cringy, obsequious little toady
to the biggest, most fascist alpha-male
around”
c. “killing anyone who questions (or
demeans) the unrivaled, ultimate babe-
scoring hyper-masculinity of the current
object of his creepy, borderline-worshipful
admiration”
When not on-mission, he can be found
propped-up in front of a television: drooling,
unblinking, twitching, and occasionally
chuckling to himself softly. The television does
not need to actually be ON to keep him… uh,
“entertained,” I guess?
Support
1. Hollow Man (W20, Book of the Wyrm,
pg. 134-135) just stuffed chock full-o’-rats;
quite possibly a medieval peasant – once,
long ago, forced at sword-point to scale the
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filth-caked chutes of castle latrines under
siege – and a survivor of the Black Death.
Also quite possibly just an unbelievable
asshole who is also a liar.
2. Creepy-sexy ninja-vampire-fetish “nurse”
in a shiny, skintight white-latex bodysuit
(decked-out in big-ass, gleaming red
crosses), packing a set of silver scalpels and
syringes.
3. 300-pound, 4-foot-long, 3-foot-tall, fully-
robotic (we …think?) decommissioned
early-2000s experimental military-grade
“police dog,” observably possessed by a
Bane; might technically be some type of
corrupted Gorgon (or even Drone?), but is
most definitely a dumb, vicious fucker who
– for reasons unknown – follows the orders
of the Team Leader to-the-letter.
4. Eerie, emaciated, crone-like figure who –
somewhat unsettlingly – talks and dresses
like a ‘90s teen mall-goth. Claims to
be in contact with Satan via her Ouija
board. For reasons far above the pay-
grade of anyone else on the team, Pentex
apparently believes her … and has ordered
them to do as she says, when she says to
do it, or get shot directly in the head by
the Team Leader. Fortunately, she doesn’t
offer-up “commands” particularly often.
5. Super-Genius Take-Two Gorehound, who
is a … [roll 1d10]
1-3: Non-licensed
psychopharmacological chemist &
emergency trauma-surgeon, endlessly
brewing-up exciting new pills in motel
bathtubs (using simple, common
household ingredients!); pushes his
candy-colored drugs on the team
almost as much as he pops ‘em by the
handful. Both despised and needed by
the rest of the team.
4-6: Self-taught automotive mechanic
& stunt-driver: a world-class, speed-
demon wheelman who can turn a
beige, suburban soccer-mom minivan
into a top-performance dragster (or
into a high-yield bomb) in less than
an hour and who’s pretty sure he can
fly a helicopter. Or maybe a 747. Or
possibly both.
7-9: Amateur-experience (yet
expert-level) safecracker, mechanical
engineer, and purely-intuitive “locked-
room intrusion” enthusiast, capable
of opening nearly any door if given
access to a sufficiently-large junkyard
and a few hours to “play”. Note that
neither the door nor the surrounding
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exchange.
10: Master of the darkest (and dankest)
of martial arts; see the Super-Death
Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding
Technique Fomori Power, above.
6. Shadowfiend (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg.
136-137) with a few extra XP.
7. Normalite (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg.
135) with several dozen extra XP.
8. Redcap (W20, pg. 458) who most definitely
hasn’t signed any forms, nor filled-out any
“new employee onboarding” paperwork,
nor sat through any meetings about
synergy, nor in any other way accepted that
she’s even a freelance employee of Pentex
…but who – when she gets a random
after-hours booty-call from her drinkin’-
buddy on the team [what Pentex calls her
“handler”] – will invariably show up only
moments later to wreck shit, split skulls, rip
arms out of sockets, kick torsos open, and
dip her cool-lookin’ hat in fresh-spilled
gore. She could also use a few bucks, if you
got any. For the bus. Or …maybe, like,
some smokes?
9. Holy Hunter (W20, pg. 459) who has
somehow convinced himself that the
“angels” who guide his sacred blade
haven’t been very quietly replaced with
giggling Wyrm-spirits; the problem arises,
psychologically, because …well, where do
you draw the line? Was it really an angel,
all those years ago, who told him to kill all
those monsters in the sewer? What about
the old people in that apartment last year?
Those creatures (were they teenagers?)
in the woods last summer? Better not to
question it.
10. Something from the most foul, obscure
bowels of the World of Darkness, like …
fuck, I don’t know, the Ka Luon or some
shit. Dust-off those dirty old Clinton-era
sourcebooks that never got reprinted & try
to stump even the hardcore fans.
Wildcard
1. Cybered-out, ‘90s-tech, skateboarding punk-
rock Anurana with kewl-shades, a rad ‘tude,
and a screaming neon purple Mohawk (& a
fuckin’ cranial bomb, just in case he tries any
funny shit).
2. Young Vampire with a whole bizarre assortment
of weird, Wyrmish necromancy powers.
3. “Doctor” Aloysius P. Abernathy (see Meet the
Team, above), field-testing a new project.
4. Abigayle Tsembelis (see Meet the Team,
above), training a beloved new hunting-
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companion.
5. Phantasmi (W20, pg. 446) that’s inexplicably
bound to another member of the team, rather
than to a specific “place of death,” which can
Materialize on-command.
6. Something horrible & minotaur-shaped that’s
either a Wyrm-eaten Apis (W20 Changing
Breeds pg. 230) dragged up from the depths of
Malfeas after several hate-filled millennia to
commit savage acts of Stone-Age-era mass-
murder or – in the style of Temenathus the
Great (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 140)! – is a
sweet-ass fomarch designed to look like one.
7. Actual no-bullshit Corrupter (W20 pg. 456),
‘cause why not throw a fallen mage at the
problem?
8. Undead “gargoyle” on-loan from some crazy-
ass blood-wizard currying favor with Pentex;
it’s actually a weirdly twisted Young Vampire
with Physical Attributes (instead of Social) as
primary, plus the Fomori Powers of Armored
Hide, Claws and Fangs, Exoskeleton, and
Wings in place of the normal “Gifts” that
leeches pick up. If you’re feeling especially spicy,
try making it an Ancient Vampire with some
combination of Horns of the Impaler (W20
pg. 427), Might of Thor (W20 pg. 181), Spirit
of the Fray (W20 171), Stonesight (W20
Changing Breeds, pg. 117), Troll Skin (W20,
pg. 181), Visceral Agony (W20 pg. 174),
Ways of the Urban Wolf (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 119), and/or the Fomori Powers of
Berserker, Body Barbs, Extra Speed, Lashing
Tail, Mega-Stamina, Sense the Unnatural,
and Unnatural Strength. Keep it out of direct
sunlight and don’t bleed too much around it:
it’ll totally pull all your limbs off and slurp-down
the entirety of your recently-pulped bodily
fluids like you were a particularly shrill, squirmy
pouch of Capri-Sun.
9. Bloodbat (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 166-
167)!
10. Hollow-Man, jammed chock full of … [roll
1d10]:
1. Ants!
2. Maggots!
3. Wasps!
4. Leeches!
5. Daddy Long-Legs!
6. Starfish! Or cuttlefish! Or squid!
Whichever is most horrible to your
players!
7. Poison-dart frogs!
8. Honey badgers!*
9. Underfed alley-cats!*
10. Alligator snapping turtles!*
*[Note: this fomor most definitely has the Huge
Size Merit (W20, pg. 472-473)]
 … Okay, so what are their names? 34. Fubar
35. Phones
Chart Zero 36. Bats
1-2: Roll a pair of 10-siders & make a two-digit 37. Box Cars
number: 3 and 7, for example, can be 37 or 73. Then 38. Hatchet
consult Chart 1. 39. Hack-Job
40. Pretty Boy
3-4: Roll a pair of 10-sided dice, make a two-digit 41. Sledgehammer “Dick” Richardson
number, and add 100. Then consult Chart 2. 42. Kincaid
43. Kilroy
5-6: Roll a pair of 10-sided dice, make a two-digit 44. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
number, and add 200. Then consult Chart 3. Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
7-8: Roll a pair of 10-sided dice, make a two-digit Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
number, and add 300. Then consult Chart 4. 45. Keloid
46. Cock-Horse
10: Roll for a Personal Complication first (below), 47. Crapshoot
then come back here & re-roll for a name. 48. Crud-House
49. Crunch-Hose
Chart 1 50. Crucifixion P. Wainwright
1. Skidmark 51. Doc Ham-Sucker
2. Hotpants 52. Little Tammy Murder-Doll
3. Beeftips 53. Iceman
4. Mad Dog 54. Shot-Caller
5. O’Doyle 55. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
6. Reaper Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
7. Lynch Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
8. Big Papa 56. T-Bone
9. Rigs 57. Short-Stack
10. Roadkill 58. Knuckles
11. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team 59. Thick-Knives
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal 60. Wreckin’ Bawl
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 61. Crowbar
12. Sasquatch 62. Stunch Jump-Cock
13. Skin-Fry 63. Koko T. Basilisk
14. Hash Tag 64. Gonuts the Clown
15. Lil’ Vein 65. Bitchface Wackenhut
16. Baby Joker 66. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
17. Sharpies Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
18. Tank-Nails Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
19. Mr. Scrappy 67. Horacio Grey-Pubes
20. Giggles 68. Fungus McMasturbator
21. Lil’ Lady Six-Counts 69. Vincenzo VonSaintEvil-o
22. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team 70. Humongous J. Uber-Satan
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal 71. Whipdick Meat-Johnson
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 72. Triple Wedgie
23. Double Felony 73. Reverse-Enema Steve
24. Big Magic 74. Francois “Fricassee” Le’Balefire
25. El Cheapo 75. Sodomy O’Two-Counts
26. Flaco 76. Snarl McPube-Gnarl
27. Pirate Bitch 77. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
28. All-City Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
29. Numbers Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
30. O-Dog 78. Funk Boxcutter
31. Frosty 79. Bitch-Biter Thompson
32. Deez-Nuts 80. Greasy, Horrible Lil’ Marc (of Marc’s Discount
33. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team German “Meat” Emporium)
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal 81. Chester Q. Snitchfixer
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 82. “Major” Mojo VonMooseknuckle-on-Bismarck
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 83. Fuck-Knuckler Hard-On Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
84. Hog-Dots T. Waterhouse Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
85. Paulie D. Ricardo, the Party-Fuckin’ Rhino 123. Special Agent Vance Herakles
86. Slapmeat Titty-Wrangler 124. Napalm Fujimaki
87. Kewl Swordz Junior 125. Doc “Doctor” Squirt-Squart
88. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team 126. Sample-Size O’Malley
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal 127. Blister “Mister” Purple
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 128. Lunchbox Fist-Biter
89. Crack Shack 129. Washing Machine Full of Hotdogs
90. Jonestown 130. Blazo Glory-Boy
91. Fuck-Nugget 131. Blasto Glory-Hound
92. Slapdick Nacho-Pocalypse 132. Glory-Hole Bob Gary
93. [37-Hour Darkwave Remix] 133. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
94. Three-Finger Pete Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
95. Nine-Finger Francis Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
96. Coffin-Filler Jefferson 134. Bishop Le’Stabwounds
97. Smallpox O’Hallahan 135. Jo-Jo Johnny, the Jimmy-Jack Smuggler
98. Bazooka José, Dog-Fightin’ Mother-Fucker 136. Puke-Magnet
99. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team 137. Wink Jaggoffer
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal 138. Dirk Snuffbucket
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 139. Ol’ Pickle-Shittin’ Sasquatch
100. Smash-Meat Anderson 140. Sandwich-Pants McGee
141. Smarty McFarts
CHART 2
142. Ax-Handle Johnson
101. Mufflin Snuffer 143. Beef Hardbeef
102. Muffler Stuffin’ 144. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
103. Orange-Whip the Speculum Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
104. Phenom E. Anal Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
105. Pinkie Punchguts 145. Spin Chuckguts
106. Hank-o the Spank-Bank-o Crank-o 146. Ace “One-Shot” Cash
107. Pancho Regular (pronounced “rey-hoo-lar”) 147. Shart Kill-Money
108. The Mighty Honez (spelled “Jones”) 148. Fudge Plum-Sniffler
109. Little Vinny Two-Slugs 149. Scrote Ham-Dick
110. Chop Six-Dicks 150. Choad Ass-Meats
111. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team 151. Grigori St. Murder-Bastard
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal 152. Lady Constance VonPutrescence
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 153. Smackmeat Q. Wolpertinger
112. Fifteen Getcha-Twenty 154. Barney Boxmuncher
113. “Duane-O McMixxy Sea-Oh-Double-I-Ate” 155. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
… or, more accurately, DUA/NEU: MCMXCI Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
(C-0118), a brass nameplate affixed to a futuristic Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
bulletproof spacesuit; the letters & numbers stand for 156. Candy Cock-Crusher
‘Deep-Universe Analysis / Navigation Exploratory-Unit: 157. Lacy Uber-Pubes
(Mission Launch-Date) Year 1991, Crewmember Zero- 158. Cueball Q. Christ-Puncher
One-One-Eight’ 159. Booty-Smash Betty, BBQ Barbarian-Princess
114. Derek “Derelict” D-Rock the Fomori-Shock 160. Boop the Snoot
Super-Gaia-Fistin’ Mega-Wyrm-o Double-Genocide 161. Shank Headmeats
Hellscape-Licker OH!-bama (bam-ba-lam) 162. Gape O’Guthole
115. Dick McSandblast 163. Ninja P. Cockstab
116. Phil McKraken (and his puppet, Cooter- 164. Sweet Betty Bedspins
Biscuits) 165. Tequila Kate
117. Nathaniel “Forced-Entry” Nazarene 166. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
118. Ethan VonEmpty Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
119. Doug Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
120. The Viscount St. Sebastian De-La-Dogshit 167. Tyrone “Seven-Fister” Tyrell
121. Sister-Reverend Nefertari Apophis-Devouring- 168. Scooter-Toots
Ra (certified snake-handler) 169. Whack-a-mole Willis
122. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team 170. Johnny Fuck-Goblin
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 171. Chupacabra D. Odinson
172. Chutzpah “Brass Nuts” Hernandez
173. Yes-Man Ivanovich
174. Ariana Arkansas, the Knife Whisperer
175. Siberian “Laser-Tag” Knowles
176. “Blackout” Becky Body-Count
177. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
178. “Trashley” McHurricane Ashley
179. Sedgwick Dropdead
180. Caruthers “mincemeat” Smith-Incorporated
181. Ditchweed Dale
182. Overkill Chu
183. August “Knife-Fight” Winters
184. Jimminy Fistful-of-Razors
185. Hoyt “Blasting Cap” Smythe-Avon-on-
Buckshire
186. Wax-On Nine-Irons
187. “Juicy” Goodness T. Gracious
188. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
189. Smegma-Breath Scoliosis-Boy
190. Wise-Ass O’Brian
191. Blaze Firestormer
192. Ol’ Stab-a-Han Callahan
193. Callie “Too-Short” McAss-Murder
194. Clown-Filled Mike
195. “Six-Puck” Hockey-Hose Phil
196. Pig-Fucker VonMacho
197. Rat-Bastard J. Wentworth the Third
198. Boyd “Back the Blue” Bastardson
199. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
200. Adorable Lil’ Cannibal Mickey J. Small-Time
Chart 3
201. Lil’ Dog-Eating Rolf
202. Sea-Monkey H. Jesus
203. Slade “Assman” Shark-Toberfest
204. Windpipe Punch-Holer
205. Wicked J. Samaritan
206. Big “Goddamn” Evil Jesus
207. Horse-Dick Fischer
208. Nicky F. Scratchman, Satan’s Lil’ Step-Bastard
209. Craig “King Me” Crownworth
210. Pitt Fuck-Weasel
211. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
212. Dirt “Skeert-Skeert” McGert
213. Bunny VonMammy-Rammer
214. Elias P. Stench-Throne
215. Dr. Acula A. Dracula, Freelance Pre-/
Postmortem Organ-Donation Specialist
216. Wendell “Widdle Slashes” Adamson
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217. Big Billy Knife-Fondler
218. Wangchun Lewis, Gutter-Licker
219. Charlie the Asshole Psychopath (with a large
knife)
220. Elvis T. Frankenstein-Dick
221. “Duodenum” Pete Macaroni-Nose
222. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
223. Sparky, the Dog that Shits Napalm
224. The Right-Reverend M.K.-Ultra Double-
Reverse Antichrist
225. Nine Horse-Tranq Alice
226. “Road-Head” Randy L. Roughneck
227. Masochist Ricky
228. Gimp-Mask Suzette & the Snuffy-Snuggle
Friends
229. El Diablo Blanco Pendejo Máximo Grande
230. Eyesore Sampson
231. Fudgewick Q. Lichtenstein
232. Gross Bobby Headhole
233. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
234. Fisticuffs O’Dopplebock
235. Sebastian “Mastication” Johansson
236. Drea “On-Drea” Fo’Shey-Yay Bumble-Eyy-Yah
Cash-Paya Hater-Playa
237. Wang-Cock d’Bangkok
238. Lance “Ricecooker” Brown-Note
239. Pencil-Eyes McMartigan
240. Sashay “Sassy” Brass-Balls
241. Eight Pounds of Cool
242. Dinosaur McSwampdick
243. Patrick “Mushy” Magnet-Mouth
244. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
245. Rabbit-Ears VonSoapscum
246. Burn-Ward Clovis
247. French “Fancy Style” Ashbury
248. Providence Glory-Houser
249. Bastard Greg Housegrove, the Kitty-Cat Killer
250. Winch Pickhook
251. April “Juicebar” Cheese-Tits
252. One-&-Done Lockheed
253. Mushrooms O’Leary
254. Murph the Squrff
255. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
256. Squirmy Mitch
257. Pantsleg Baby-Sharpener
258. Petrock Drunk-Text
259. Alexander “Xander” Douche-Canoe
260. Caine Youngmeat
261. Skintendo Cheese-Shart
262. White Joey Fishdick
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 263. Wine-Drunk Nancy-Pants Ray-Gun 309. Fish-Market Haywood
264. Scottie “Wine Bottles” Clown-Maker 310. Brand-o “Brand X” Ecklebottom
265. Babycakes Switchblade 311. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
266. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 312. Piss-Shivers Mahoney
267. Funk-Soul Meat-Brandy 313. Triceratops Garcia
268. Whiskey-Piss Glen 314. Chrome-Dome
269. Ham-Jab Hockeyteeth 315. The Great Fuckwit-ski
270. “Plan B” Patrice VonViolent-Heaves 316. Lord Iron-Turd
271. Spuds Spork-Teeth 317. Randy Toybox
272. Our Lady of Immaculate Brownouts 318. Maxx Mullet-tude
273. Kooky-Pooch Bartholdi 319. The Zilla Gorilla Fo’ Shilla
274. Janine “Neeners” Grout-Cleaner Drinker 320. Chuck-Roast
275. Danny-Boy “Danimal Control” Dank-Shocker 321. Topher the Gopher
276. Hostile Houston “Tex” Dallas 322. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
277. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 323. Topper McBullet-Stopper
278. Ebaum W. Westermarck 324. Stank-Meat Grillz
279. Eats J. Pisser-Cake 325. Marky da Smila
280. Double-Dutch “Urge-In-Ya” Virginia 326. Big Wang the One-Eyed Pirate
281. Slaughter-Hockey P. Pipework 327. Frenchy Too-Fast
282. Brand “Brandle” Dog-Maker 328. Scoots McGoots
283. Ouch McShort-Pants 329. Wheels
284. Ultraviolet T. “Ass-Mockery” Smythe 330. Boxcars
285. Friend-O, the Anus-Pulverizing Robot 331. Shiny Dan
286. Sharp-Edge Wackenbottom 332. Psych-Out
287. Edges “Edgy” Rot-Writher 333. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
288. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 334. Murder-Fuck Kyle
289. Pretzel-Dick Ichiro 335. Hose
290. Crash “Ham-Holster” Hammock 336. Hoser
291. Pain-Toy T. Smooshman, “Attorney” at “Law” 337. Dozer
292. Cletus “Kilobyte” Crowe 338. Slow-Poke
293. Cassidy D’Punching-Bag 339. Big Dawg
294. Kingfish “None Given” Nun-Puncher 340. Dog-Biter Leroy
295. “Mind-Break” Martha Squee-Juicer 341. Steel-Toe
296. Chimp-Licker Rodriquez 342. Jackie Five-Knives
297. Klappo, the Clown who Loves Dynamite 343. White-Out Willie
298. Emperor Blee-Arggh Ultrom, the Cosmo-X- 344. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
Devastator Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
299. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal 345. Wipe-Out Winky
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 346. Spider-Craig
300. Professor Stockley F. Bachmann, Licensed 347. Lady’s-Night Nick
Homicide-Scientist 348. Clarence Jacko, the Sniper-Bait Whacko
CHART 4 349. Gulch Stump-Fuck
350. Doc Silvers
301. Klaus “Monster-Fucker” Straus 351. Punkin’-Eatey Petey
302. Fuck-Stump 352. Horseshoes
303. Numb-Nuts 353. Goat-Bite
304. Skull 354. Shrugz
305. Half-Pipe 355. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team
306. Fuck-Nose Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
307. Dick “Dick-Weasel” Wessel-Bottom Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
308. Calliope “Cauterized” Wound 356. Doormat
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 357. Two-Fence Team Complications
358. Yard-Long
359. Simperin’ Jesse 1. The team’s leader is deeply unpopular, and the
360. Leg-Day crew is this close to just fraggin’ the asshole
361. Inch-Worm, the “Core Soldier” already …optimally, of course, in a way that
362. Metal-Mouth Pentex won’t catch. “Accidentally” letting their
363. Motor-Mouth boss get killed by the PCs would, of course,
364. Smart-Mouth provide excellent cover.
365. Hump-Monkey 2. A pair of conspiratorially-minded team-members
366. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team are officially 1,000% sick of the absolute bullshit
they put up with as underpaid, undervalued,
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal
observably-expendable employees of Pentex;
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!]
they’re planning to exit the organization as soon
367. Posse “Comatose” Irregular
as possible, hoping to spend a little more time
368. Ten-Gallon
murdering & terrorizing innocent folk outside
369. Six-Gun
the supervision of such a stifling, image-conscious
370. Washout
corporate culture.
371. Wainscotting
3. One of the team members is a mole: servant to
372. Dingleberry an ancient Wyrm-cult, their goals and the goals
373. Hambone of Pentex may not be (are not) even vaguely
374. Ham-Doctor compatible.
375. Ham-Hock 4. The team leader is completely and utterly insane,
376. Spam-Jock even by the standards of the Wyrm’s minions.
377. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team This is beginning to have repercussions, and bad
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal ones, which are about to start getting much worse.
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 5. A team-member is losing control of their powers;
378. Pop-&-Lock something (or someone) is definitely going to
379. Drop-&-Shock explode. And soon. And at the worst possible time.
380. Doc Ham-Fingers 6. The team’s “brains-of-the-operation” is actively
381. Hampton “Ham-Radio” Operator scheming to rid themselves of the second-in-
382. Stank Strange-Meat, Ham-Warlock command …and, quite naturally, thereafter
383. The Nutty Mortician assume both that individual’s position of authority
384. The Psychopathically Homicidal Professor on the team and their much-superior pay grade.
385. Dr. Randy T. Archeologist, PHD in There’s a chance that one or two other team-
Undergraduate-Level Medieval Religious Studies members may also need to go. Well …you know.
386. “Rad Chad” Chadwell V. Chaddington III Omelets, and all that.
387. Wayne-O da Insane-O 7. The last mission went badly, and Pentex won’t
388. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team forgive any more screw-ups; the team fights with
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal ruthless efficiency and absolute abandon, with
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] no thought given to retreat. If the PCs kill-off all
389. Regular Wayne-O but a single less-than-loyal member of the team,
390. Ol’ Sammy Smorf-Snorffer however, the survivor will happily betray Pentex in
391. Paulie Deez-Nutz exchange for the promise of protection from his
392. Snitch McBitch bosses … which presents a fun moral quandary for
393. Bullet “Biter” Breckenridge the pack. What do they do with the opportunistic
394. Brady “2-Shady” Vanderlootz turncoat?
395. Wolfgang “Amadeus” Motown, AKA The 8. The team is being actively hunted by one or more
Motor-City Motherfucker pissed-off Fera, specifically [roll 1d10]:
396. Jesus H. Get-Fucked 1: a pair of goth Corax
397. Wrong-Hole Rodriquez 2: a lone Ceilican with the Cat Magic Merit
398. Happy Harry Hobo-Murder (W20 Changing Breeds, pg. 208)
399. [ROLL 1d10: on a 1-5, roll for a Team 3: an Ananasi, disguised as a vampire (who is
Complication; on a 6-10, roll for a Personal disguised as a werewolf)
Complication, then RE-ROLL FOR A NAME!] 4: four smiling Kitsune
400. “Insane” Guy Flavor-Mouth Ferrari’de’Possay, 5: a trio of bickering Ratkin
Mayor of Clown-Smash Town 6: an Ice-Stalker Gurahl; “Do svidaniya, Garou.

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 Tell your elders: with Russia, from love.”
7: a Zhong Lung who is done with this shit
8: a Camazotz who has spent the last several
millennia in the Deep Umbra
9: a visibly-uncomfortable Samsa
10: a “subtle” – read as: QUITE UNSUBTLE
– Same-Bito ninja with all the silent, shadow-
master grace of a hulking, six-foot-ten nuclear
warhead in a trench-coat
…of a Rank, at minimum, equal to the PCs, actively
looking to murder every single member of the
team only after violently extracting certain
carefully-guarded information from one or more
team-members. They hate the Wyrm, obviously
…but they also quite deeply hate the Garou;
they’ll show up at the absolute worst possible
time, potentially (definitely) turning a fight
between the team & the PCs into an apocalyptic
three-way warzone.
9. The team has been given experimental weapons
to test; these are (most likely) modified standard-
issue Pentex-manufactured weapons [usually a FT-
13 heavy semi-automatic pistol and/or a PX-66F
assault rifle with silver-tipped rounds [W20, pg.
303] plus a silver-edged combat knife] … except
that these also [roll 1d10]:
1-2: deal +2 dice of damage
3-4: have -1 difficulty on all attack rolls
5-6: deal one additional die of aggravated damage,
soaked separately (difficulty 8)
7-8: automatically ignore three points of armor
9: allow the First Team member to re-roll one
attack-roll or damage-roll per scene
10: [roll twice, keeping both results; on a match,
these effects stack]
… and they’ll explode like the tank of a Balefire
Thrower (W20 Book of the Wyrm, pg. 184-
185) if they take a nasty hit, which automatically
happens on a botched Athletics roll.
10. Boiling-point! Roll twice on this chart, keeping
both results; if you get a match, or roll another
ten, roll for a Personal Complication (below) for
every member of the First Team.
Personal Complications:
The First Team member …
1. …hates another member (or couple of
members!) of the First Team, specifically [roll
1d10 on the chart below, rounding down
toward 1 if you hit any result that causes the
First Team member to hate themselves or that
indicates a non-existent teammate]:
1-2: the Team Leader
3-4: the Second-in-Command
5-6: the Brains of the Operation
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7: the Heavy Firepower
8: the Support
9: the Wildcard
10: roll again, this time rolling twice (as always,
rounding down toward 1 if you hit the same
number twice; on a pair of 1s, roll on the Team
Complications chart, above)
…with a burning, homicidal passion, and –
furthermore – is very much looking forward to
“accidentally” killing them.
2. …is hardcore addicted to [roll 1d10]:
1-2: Fomorol!
3-4: Wyrm-tainted cigarettes – we’re talkin’ a
four-pack-a-day chain-smoker, here – produced
by Circinus Brands! Tell ‘em Big Top Bob sent
you!
5-6: “imported Cuban-style” Wyrm-tainted
cigars that smell like a burning chemical toilet,
also courtesy of the fine folks Circinus Brands!
7-8: Brain-’Asplody Sody, the newest highly-
caffeinated, maximally-sugared, dangerously-
sweet carbonated soft-drink from Thaw
Beverages (a subsidiary of King Breweries &
Distilleries)!
9-10: Formula Z!
…to the point wherein the First Team member
has to actively spend Willpower to not indulge
their sick addiction when given even the
slightest opportunity to do so; since that’s not
gonna happen, they’ll instead gladly jeopardize
the mission for just an itty-bitty, quick lil’
taste of that good stuff. Or two. Or, you know.
Several.
3. …is, unbeknownst to the rest of the First
Team, also taking top-secret black-ops orders
from [roll 1d10]: 1-3, Harold Zettler; 4-6,
Chase Lamont (Joint Director of both the
Acquisitions Division and the Information
Collection Division); 7-9, Kiro Yamazaki
(Subdivision Director of both Project Odyssey
and Project Aeneid); 10, Harold Zettler again!
Surprise!
… at some level-of-secrecy (roll another 1d10):
1-3: …and that level of secrecy is “none, lol”.
4-6: Oooh, the “benefactor” has disguised his
own identity from his pawn completely; the
First Team member has absolutely no idea who
their mystery-boss is.
7-9: Gosh, the “benefactor” has convinced his
 pawn that their mystery-boss is actually [roll
1d10 on Personal Complication #4 chart,
below]
10: Oh snap, the “benefactor” has fully
convinced his pawn that their mystery-boss is
actually [roll 1d10]:
1: a real weird-lookin’ “grey” alien from
Neptune.
2: former President of the United States,
Ronald W. Reagan.
3: roll 1d10:
1: Elvis
2: the British Royal Family
3: Atlanteans
4: Sasquatch
5: Mothman
6: a Soviet chimp, shot into space
7: a guy who might be Iggy Pop
8: actual David Bowie
9: the fabled monster of Loch Ness
10: roll twice, keeping both results
4: composed entirely of 1/2-Off Gravy!
magazine coupons from the mid-50s.
5: three goblins named “Scooter” (stacked
on top of each other, wearing a trench
coat).
6: the starting line-up of the 1967 Detroit
Lions.
7: a wizard!
8: five-time Grammy-award-winning
mambo & Latin-jazz composer Tito Puente.
9: an original movie, only on Lifetime
(adapted from the New York Times best-
selling novel).
10: [roll 1d10 on the Personal
Complications #5 chart, below]
ANYWAY: the First Team member will routinely
– at least once per session – go off-mission to
complete some manner of unsavory, clandestine
assignment for their “private sponsor”. These little
errands, of course, should preferably be completed
without murdering any fellow Pentex assets or
employees, but …hey, man. Shit happens, you
know?
Appendix 1: The First Team on Speed Dial Chart
4. …is, unbeknownst to the rest of the First
Team, also taking secret black-ops orders from
[roll 1d10]:
1: Benjamin Rushing
2: Frédéri Pochard
3: Sir Frederick Appleton
4: Mike Dragons-Wrath
5: Jimmy Farrington
6: Darrien Terrell
7: Andre Baptiste
8: Adrian Newberry
9: Franklin Rubin
10: Peter Culliford
…and then roll 1d10 again on the level-of-secrecy
chart for Personal Complications #3, above.
5. …is, unbeknownst to the rest of the First
Team, also taking secret black-ops orders from
a mysterious, sabotage-minded outsider, who is
actually … [roll yet another 1d10:]
1: a member of the Technocracy (probably part
of the Syndicate).
2: a totally “1337” Glass Walker and their
badass monkey-wrenching crew.
3: one very stressed-out Bone Gnawer.
4: some nut-bag from the Traditions (most
likely a member of the Mercurial Elite).
5: a Nuwisha, who is laughing their ass off.
6: a Corax, who is legitimately doing their
best.
7: an Ananasi, who is watching it all unfold
with icy-cold, alien detachment.
8: a Kitsune, who’s represents a perfectly-
balanced mix of the Ananasi attitude and
the Nuwisha approach, but who is also much
better-looking while doing-so.
9: some fuckin’ vampire.
10: a Black Spiral Dancer, for reasons unknown
& incomprehensible.
…and then roll 1d10 yet again on the level-of-
secrecy chart for Personal Complication #3,
above. And don’t you worry: this First Team
member is still a total piece of shit who should
MOST DEFINITELY be killed-off by the PCs for
great justice!
6. …appears to be a little kid! They have the
Short Flaw (W20, pg. 473), so they get an extra
Freebie Point to spend however they want, plus
they can dress like a terrifying devil-child from
a bad horror movie – with the school uniform
& everything – and totally pull it off!
7. …is just a creepy brain! The greasy, thrashing,
oily lump of meat-turd has scads of hideous
little tentacles, gross insectile eye-buds, and a
razor-sphincter lamprey-mouth, giving our First
Team member the same base Physical stats as a
normal rat:
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Strength 1, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2; Health Levels: OK,
-1, -5, Incapacitated; Armor 0 (two soak dice, total);
bite for Strength +0 lethal
…before, y’know, the application of XP and Fomori
Powers and such-like, plus the brain has been
installed in a … [roll another d10]:
1: mannequin! [Strength 1, Dexterity 1, Stamina
5; Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK,
OK, OK, OK, Incapacitated; Armor 2 (seven soak
dice, total); punch for Strength +0 bashing]
2: cyborg! [Strength 6, Dexterity 3, Stamina 7;
Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK,
OK, Incapacitated; Armor 3 (ten soak dice, total);
internally-mounted Pentex PX-66F assault rifle
(W20 pg. 303) with six magazines of ammunition
(three standard, three silver); use of integrated
silver-edged claws for Strength +1 lethal]
3: dog! [Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3; Health
Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated; Armor
0 (three soak dice, total); bite for Strength +1
lethal; claw for Strength -1 bashing]
4: panther! [Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3;
Health Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated;
Armor 0 (three soak dice, total); bite for Strength
+1 lethal; claw for Strength +1 lethal]
5: normal human! [Strength 2, Dexterity 2,
Stamina 2; Health Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5,
Incapacitated; Armor 0 (two soak dice, total);
punch for Strength +0 bashing]
6: very large human! [Strength 4, Dexterity 2,
Stamina 4; Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -2, -2,
-5, Incapacitated; Armor 0 (four soak dice, total);
punch for Strength +0 bashing]
7: chimpanzee! [Strength 4, Dexterity 4, Stamina 3;
Health Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated;
Armor 0 (three soak dice, total); bite for Strength
+1 lethal, claw for Strength +0 lethal]
8: gorilla! [Strength 6, Dexterity 4, Stamina 4;
Health Levels: OK, OK, -1, -1, -1, -1, -3, -5,
Incapacitated; Armor 1 (five soak dice, total); bite
for Strength -2 lethal and rend for Strength +0
lethal]
9: shark! [Strength 4, Dexterity 5 (NOTE: may use
Dexterity only while in water), Stamina 4; Health
Levels: OK, -1, -1, -2, -2, -5, Incapacitated; Armor
0 (four soak dice, total); bite for Strength +1 lethal]
10: horse! [Strength 5, Dexterity 2, Stamina 4;
Health Levels: OK, OK, OK, OK, -1, -3, -3, 3, -5,
-5, Incapacitated; Armor 1 (five soak dice, total);
kick for Strength +1 bashing, bite for Strength -2
lethal]
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…which the First Team member can pilot-
around from inside like a mech, using the body’s
stats in place of its own; this “secondary emergency
back-up body” gets all the benefits of all the First
Team member’s various Gifts, Powers, and various
other supernatural bullshit (if any); the otherwise-
brainless body can’t take any actions on its own,
though, and must be actively piloted by the First
Team member in order to, you know … “do
anything”.
In addition, the only way to actually kill the
First Team member is to:
A. specifically target the “brain-area” of the
host-body (with head-shots!), increasing the
difficulty of any attack roll against the First
Team member by +2, as per W20, pg. 295,
plus providing the First Team member with all
the cover-&-armor inherent to “gettin’ jammed
in a Pentex-approved replacement-skull” as an
abstract concept, or…
B. methodically destroy the head after the
piloted body is ripped into chunky salsa, but
before the brain can wiggle away and escape,
making absolutely certain to stomp on the
brain (or set it on fire, or put three armor-
piercing rounds through it, or whatever). All
of this, or course, may or may not be pure
standard operating procedure for the PCs,
basically depending on how much of a dick
you are as a Storyteller.
8. …is fucking terrifying! They get an extra Fomori
Power (or a cybernetic augmentation, or a
bound Wyrm-fetish, or something else horrible
that does pretty much the same thing)!
9. …is protected from on-high by the Devil
himself! The moment they’re in serious danger,
shit suddenly gets real (and real fast): a surprise
airstrike, a wave of well-armed reinforcements,
an unnatural earthquake, an emergency-evac
via gunship, or something even more horrible
hits the fan all of about three-to-fifteen seconds
later, provided by [roll 1d10]:
1. a Project-Echidna-sponsored, all-
animal-fomor, hyper-experimental
shock-&-awe “First Team”!
2. a Flesh Pack alpha (W20 Book of
the Wyrm, pg. 132) & a horde of
slavering betas!
3. an Inquisitor (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 175-176), who shows-
up for god-only-knows what
inscrutable purpose, then leaves for
reasons equally mysterious!
4. a goddamn Thunderwyrm (W20
Book of the Wyrm, pg. 153-154)!
5. a Bloodbat (W20 Book of the
Wyrm, pg. 166-167)!
 6. (roll on the Second-in-Command
chart, above)
7. (roll on the Heavy Firepower
chart, above)
8. (roll on the Support chart, above)
9. (roll on the Wildcard chart, above)
10. (roll again, rolling twice!)
10. …has gotta be fuckin’ kidding me with this shit.
Jesus. For the love of god and all that is holy, roll
twice on the chart above and keep both results.

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 Appendix 2: Sidebars
[Editor’s Note: These sidebars were written by
Clinton for inclusion in the Fomori powers sec-
tion. But... wow, sidebars really suck to make. So!
In my infinte wisdom I decided to cut them mer-
cilessly from the text! But, then I realized that was
pretty stupid. But, I’d already done the damage,
and honestly, you’ve read the powers, you know
it would have been bad to keep a bunch of long
Appendix 2: Sidebars
sidebars in there, right? So, in my nearly infinite
wisdom I decided I’d put them here at the end of
the book. Because, they are acutally some good
storytelling advice in a lot of ways, even outside
of the exact power they were related to. So, check
them out and let us know what you think. Don’t
die.
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n00b-Bane Spawn-Kill 3000
The combat-wonks among your players may notice
that a newly-summoned Bane, currently & actively
ripping its way out of a nearby fomor’s shrieking head-
meat in a pustulent geyser of sizzling maggots, gouts of
balefire, and thrashing obsidian hell-claws, is… well,
just a wee bit “Immobilized,” if you will.
And quite understandably so! No fault of its own!
Scary and very cool!
Thing is, though… since the Bane can’t really “move
around” or “passively dodge” or “do crazy zig-zag ser-
pentine lunges” until the precise moment, at the exact
end of the normal combat round – at a very special
tipping-point – where it rips free in-full & can totally
take actions?
Yeah. That, astute players will observe, traditionally
reduces the difficulty to hit the critter by 2.
And those players are correct.
Unfortunately for them, the Bane also has cover (in-
creasing all difficulties to hit the fucker by +2) during
pretty much every part of the approximately-three-sec-
onds that represent a combat round: a rapidly-shifting
percentage of its body-mass is unavailable for targeting
at the time of any such attack, with one or more “hitta-
ble parts” either inside the fomor or not-really-in-this-
reality-at-all.
All of this basically comes out in the wash, of course,
and can be hand-waved by most Storytellers… but a
player who really wants to kill a physically-manifesting
Bane can – of course! – try to pull-off exactly such a
stunt: taking a shot at the last possible split-second,
when ol’ Bane still has one eighth of a pinky-toenail
(or whatever fucked-up thing it has instead of toenails)
still in the fomor’s mouth, 99.999% out-of-cover but
before it’s fully mobilized (er, is “non-Immobilized”).
Making an attack with such incalculable precision
and timing, of course, should probably increase the dif-
ficulty by at least +1, which kind of defeats the point…
…but you know what? Fuck that. It’s a badass move.
It’s iconic. It’s cinematic. It’s flashy as hell, high-oc-
tane, snarky, memorable, and/or fun. Best of all, it
shows that your players care about the game & the sto-
ry you’re all telling together… even if it’s just the part
where they take your horrible fucking death-machine
monsters seriously.
Seriously enough to fight dirty.
This isn’t a bored player rolling his eyes and then
soloing the end-boss (right in the middle of a very sexy
monologue that you practiced all week) with yet another
164 BOOK OF THE WYRM COMPANION
un-dodge-able, un-block-able, un-soak-able Black-Lo-
tus-Channel-Fireball Vanish-Doom Quickened
Maximized Empowered Vorpal Energy-Admixture
Double-Pun-Pun-Enervation… and, slowly, the silence
of your utter humiliation is drowned-out by the soft
echo of disappointed groans from the rest of your table
as every single player stands up & walks away forever.
No.
Not today, my friend.
Because I am here to tell you that such ‘delayed-blast
Bane-removal shotgun enema’ chicanery – such total
bull-shittery, such shenanigans, such abjectly ugly,
back-alley, punch-‘em-in-the-dick, jam-a-fuckin’-gre-
nade-up-their-ass, and give-‘em-two-to-the-dome-for-
Jimmy, one-time abuse of edge-case hacks & com-
bo-moves – in the very face of the Wyrm’s awful &
ascendant majesty is noble.
It is wise. It is glorious. It is honorable, even, under
some definitions of the term.
This isn’t a badass, ultimate-unkillable Übermensch
knocking-down some scrawny meth-head kid in a
parking-lot ‘cuz your player doesn’t like the way the
NPC ‘looked at him funny’ & needs to work out a bit
of frustration from bad shit going down at home.
This also isn’t a fight to the death. This isn’t even a
war for the survival of the species. This is a one-pack,
all-or-nothing, winner-take-whatever-fuckin’-survives
last stand for reality and Gaia Herself.
Wherever it breeds & wherever it dwells, motherfucker.
Because if your players have decided that the thing
before them – sculpted with hate out of pure butt-nas-
ty, churned-up from the lowest depths of the elemental
plane of nasty-butt & vomited-forth here in a tidal-
wave of sickness by a dreaded nasty-mancer with a foul
specialization in the very dirtiest of butt-magic – is so
goddamn evil that they’re morally obligated to sneak-at-
tack it for great justice?
Then you, my friend, have WON.
You have won, this day, at Storytelling in the only
way we can: by crafting a memorable tale, a war-sto-
ry to be recounted again and again, over laughs and
drinks, with friends old and new alike.
I salute you.
… oh, and as an aside? If you really, really don’t want
your cool Bane to get one-shotted off the board like a
total chump before it even gets an action, do be sure to
remember this one very important rule-element of the
Fomori Power that I very definitely didn’t just totally
make up, right now, at this very exact second:
 If the Bane suffers a sufficient total number of Health
Levels of damage – before it has completed the process of
fully entering the Gaian Realm, while still tethered (how-
ever loosely) to its summoner – such that it would, under
any normal circumstances, be immediately banished right
back across the Gauntlet and forced into Slumber, the Bane
may choose as a free reflexive action to deal any number
of Health Levels of unsoakable aggravated damage to its
summoner, up to a maximum number of Health Levels of
damage equal to the summoner’s total Health Levels (sev-
en, for most fomori).
For each Health Level of unsoakable aggravated damage
dealt in this way, the Bane gains one additional Bane-
Point, which it spends instantly – most-likely on purchasing
additional Health Levels, and also quite possibly on access
to the Numbing Fomori Power – as it messily devours both
the body and the soul of the fomor foolish enough to act as a
gateway across the Gauntlet.
A Bane untethered from its “master” in this way remains
in the Gaian Realm for only a single scene, or for a total
number of minutes (rather than hours, as normal) equal to
the Willpower of the summoner plus the Willpower of the
Bane, whichever comes first.
… anyway, enjoy building some awesome monsters!
So. You’ve decided to become a Bane’s pet
atrocity-dealer
Banes aren’t like people.
They’re not even like weird, cruel, horrible, gross
people. At their very best & friendliest, most polite
& person-like, most affable & charming, they’re still
deeply inhuman, unclean, sadistic, and non-sane: alien
and abhorrent in a way that only spirit-entities fallen
to monstrosity and corrupted by purest cosmic nihilism
can be.
Banes are fucked-up, basically, even by the standards
of the most grotesque creatures born of flesh… and
whatever a fomor is talking-to when she “strikes a bar-
gain” with a Bane is invariably some combination of
fake-out bullshit, paper-thin mask, and willful halluci-
nation. A fomor can no more truthfully “make a deal”
with a Bane than any rando baseline human off the
street can hire Stab-O-Face-O the Toe-Eatin’ Murder
Clown (he’s made of eyeless snakes & used condoms!
he lives in the sewer down the street from Julie’s house!
he knows what you smell like!) to re-grout his kitchen
tile or cover a few shifts down at the office as a new
Accounts Receivable Supervisor.
Now, to clarify: there are entities who can bargain
with Banes.
Appendix 2: Sidebars
They’re called Malfean Nephandi, Black Spiral
Dancer Theurges, Vhujunka Obscenity-Engineers, and
any of a very short list of other names & titles, several
of which will literally kill baseline humans to speak
aloud. These creatures are also – across the board, in
all regards – very deeply inhuman, unclean, sadistic,
non-sane, alien, and abhorrent. Do not look directly at
them.
…and even they get nervous messin’ with some of
this shit, protected by wards & safeguards & contin-
gencies they don’t even have words for.
All that aside, tho, let’s admit to ourselves – pri-
vately, if we have to – that humans have a long &
inglorious history of crudely manipulating things we
totally can’t “comprehend” or “communicate-with” in
any kind of “meaningful way”: the idiot scumbag who
invests a chunk of his ill-gotten, revenge-porn-fueled
meth-money on a pit-bull puppy, hopin’ to score him
some fat cash-money-dollars on the illegal under-
ground dog-fighting circuit, is (in his own dumbass
scumbag way) already interacting with dozens, if not
hundreds, of “vast inhuman forces, materials, and enti-
ties far beyond his paltry understanding of the shape-
less & limitless cosmos”.
He probably doesn’t know how the alternator in his
car works, either.
Or the phone in his pocket.
Or his endocrine system.
Try building a human heart, a revolver, or a court
case at home and see how it goes.
(lawyer’s note: do not try doing that)
POINT BEING: at the Storyteller’s discretion, a
half-clever fomor can try loudly offering-up a wide
variety of increasingly lucrative & enticing evil deeds
as “party-favors” to a rampaging Bane, in a desperate
bid to lower her control-roll difficulty; this may be a
kludgy, desperate effort to exercise control over the
fundamentally uncontrollable, but – in the fomor’s
defense – “metal floats when it’s triangle-shaped” is
also a pretty crude & stupid hack, which hasn’t exactly
prevented humanity from stamping-out ironclads and
ocean-liners by the tens-of-thousands since the 1850s.
So… suck it, “requirement to understand the raw forces
of the living darkness I’m trifling with”!
How does it work? Well, the fomor promises to:
• Injure, abduct, institutionalize, harm, poison,
corrupt, “enlighten,” or otherwise inconvenience
a specific baseline human of the Bane’s choosing,
at a specific time and place (also of the Bane’s
choosing) within the next week, a task that
should require no more than three total hours of
dedicated effort: -1 difficulty on control-roll
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 • Completely destroy the life of a single baseline
human (chosen by the Bane) in a specific way
(also chosen by the Bane) at a specific time and
place (also chosen by the Bane, lol) within the
next week, such as – for example – by killing
the human’s business rival or romantic rival and
framing them for murder, hooking the human on
particularly nasty drugs, or sending the human’s
entire pornographic search-history to all of their
coworkers and loved ones; this is a task that
should require no more than thirteen hours of
effort: -2 difficulty on control-roll
• Fully corrupt a baseline human (chosen by the
Bane) within the next week: causing a psychotic
break, creating a serial killer, or making them
100% susceptible to Bane-possession (a task
that, if it can be accomplished, should require no
more than seventy total hours of dedicated effort
by the fomor): -3 difficulty on control-roll
• Injure, abduct, institutionalize, harm, poison,
corrupt, “enlighten,” or otherwise inconvenience
a specific supernatural entity (such as a Kinfolk,
young leech, or sorcerer) of the Bane’s choosing,
at a specific time and place (also of the Bane’s
choosing) within the next week: a monumental
task that should require somewhere around one
hundred and sixty-eight total dedicated hours of
maximum effort: -4 difficulty on control-roll
Unlike the wicked demons & trickster devils of
Puritan fantasy, Banes aren’t really into the whole
“long-term planning” or “clever bargaining” thing…
especially not with fomori.
Anything beyond ordering-up the next weeks’ worth
of a hot, nasty immediate-gratification – like the fomor
guaranteeing that she’ll cause a proud member of the
Fera to fall to the Wyrm within one year (and thereby
become a suitable vessel for Bane-possession), or swear-
ing that she’ll spend a decade as the Bane’s willing
slave, or pledging to establish a global, secret occult-so-
ciety devoted exclusively to the blood-drenched wor-
ship of her mighty Bane-god if given a century to do so
– is recognizable by the foul spirit-entity as what we in
the industry call “bullshit”.
Fomori, after all, are barely even disposable skin-suits
to be worn into the tiny, insignificant chunk of real-
ity humans & Fera call the Gaian Realm. Long story
short? If a Bane wants something competent done in
real-space, it will find itself a competent inhabitant
of meat-world to make that shit happen… which, by
definition, doesn’t include fomori.
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Pentex, Bane-Summoning
Fomori gifted with ability to puke out Banes in-the-
flesh are rare.
Very extremely rare, actually.
This is for reasons, of course: on the spiritual end
of things, the simple fact is that calling-forth even
the friendliest (or, in the case of Banes, most eager &
opportunistic) of Umbral entities to physically enter
the Gaian Realm is hard. Such feats have – histor-
ically – never been the work of novice or neophyte
practitioners of the dark arts, no matter how focused,
magickally-talented, or empowered with Incarna-level
totemic sponsorship the would-be-conjurer may be.
And the practice of yanking evil spirits out of the
Umbra to do your foul bidding has only increased in
difficulty since the end of the legendary Devil-King
Age… especially over the last century or so, as the
Gauntlet has grown ever more annoyingly unyielding.
So while the delicate art of chaining an uncooper-
ative, thrashing Bane of twisted-iron screams & hot,
unending bloodshed into a freshly-harvested cloak of
human skin to craft oneself a fancy set of Wyrm-Fetish
armor – suitable for fine dining – may be “difficult &
time-consuming” for even an experienced Theurge
of the Black Spiral Dancers or Adsinistratus of the
Malfean Nephandi, it’s more along the lines of “fuck-
ing impossible, lol” and/or “stay in your lane, scrub” for
lesser entities to pull-off successfully.
And when it comes to “lesser entities,” well… fomori
are so many goddamn orders-of-magnitude in raw pow-
er-level beneath the sheer, awful majesty of the Wyrm’s
most-terrible servants that they – even the mightiest of
the Ferectoi! – barely begin to rate as “scum under the
toilet seat,” to any Bane capable of going toe-to-toe
with a pack of Gaia’s chosen warriors… to say nothing
of being favorably compared to mere insects, pawns, or
weapons of war.
The best a fomor can probably hope for is to be
thought-of as a particularly odd-looking jockstrap.
Which, sure. It totes sucks.
Life is hard, get a helmet.
And maybe some knee-pads.
But the fomori, for all their pitiable status as bot-
tom-tier losers in the great cosmic game of “who wants
the schmuck-bait?” have one distinct advantage in terms
of punching holes – for shits & giggles – in the Weav-
er’s elaborate, lovingly-crafted, universe-spanning
four-dimensional chain-link fence, forever separating
the realms of flesh from spirit: each and every fomor in
existence is a walking (theoretically), talking (again,
theoretically), sentient (sometimes?) example of a
Bane “crossing-over” to take a big ol’ hot, nasty, acidic,
non-Euclidean piss in 3D meat-world’s Cheerios.
If one Bane can make the jump, it can most assuredly
act as a conduit: jailbreaking other Banes out of Mal-
feas through a corridor of the very same Wyrm-riddled
flesh.
And where there’s a corner-to-be-cut on the way to
yeeting fistfuls of raw sewage directly into the eyes of
Gaia, you can be damn sure that a shitty, conniving
human & his filth-caked managing-director Bane will
always find a way to cut the absolute fuck out of that
corner.
So, yes. They’re out there, even if they’re currently
outnumbered by (for example) the Nuwisha.
Thing is, they’re growing more numerous by the day.
But there’s a world of difference between “industrial
farm-raised” fomori and “wild caught” fomori: when a
freak comes in from the cold & signs on the dotted line
to join-up with a First Team, most recruiters will look
the other way as long as the dumbass can point a rifle,
a knife, or a pointy stick in the general direction of a
Garou.
After that, it’s their commanding officer’s problem.
Of course, those First Team field-commanders
who’ve actually faced a pissed-off Garou pack and lived
to tell the tale are – in most cases – more than hap-
py to have an extra (and extra-disposable!) warzone
combatant on speed-dial, ready to leap into the fray on
their side … for a certain very loose definition of “their
side” that mostly boils down to “if a frothing-psychotic
werewolf is busy killing that ugly thing, the werewolf is
therefore very briefly not busy killing ME”.
Long story short: the total number of active
Bane-summoners fielded by Pentex is slowly but steadi-
ly increasing with each passing financial-quarter on the
fast-track countdown to Apocalypse.

Pentex, for their own part, frowns on use of this Pow- So… where are new Bane-summoners coming from?
er (as well as use of the associated “bargaining-system”
Well, by and large, they’re the products of medi-
routinely employed by summoners, detailed above),
cally-dangerous, meth-fueled, incredibly unsanitary
since it both unleashes hard-to-monitor, hard-to-pun-
“sweat-lodge vision-quest” orgies – often ending
ish entities onto the battlefield while also kinking com-
in mass cannibalism – performed under the care of
plex snags into the otherwise-smooth-&-elegant chain-
Nightmaster: W20 Book of the Umbra: creator of an
of-command: the Board of Directors doesn’t approve
ancient, terrible shamanistic tradition of something
six million dollars’ worth of shiny new silver-jacketed
he calls “Baneklaive Sorcery,” whispered to him in a
assault-rifle rounds every few months just so PFC
dream.
Johnny Chainsaw-Dick can shit-out a “balefire ele-
mental” in the middle of a werewolf-fight… and then Others are trained during “prayer retreats” hosted by
promise to burn down a state-of-the-art oil-refinery full the Discipleship of Blargo Transcendent.
of orphans if the thing will just stop eviscerating the
rest of his First Team & tea-bagging their corpses with And some are self-taught.
its glowing, glorious, Jesus-sized white-phosphorous
Those last assholes are the really scary ones.
testicles.
In general, therefore, Project Iliad has a number of
safeguards in-place to deal with this kind of Bane-mu-
tation cropping up in their test-subjects; those safe-
guards are (a) identify the fomor suspected of having
this Power, and (b) shoot him in the head.
A procedure of this type is sometimes performed out
behind the chemical shed; in other cases, just right
there in the lab.
This is why we have a janitorial staff, after all.

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Leeches & Shit: Actual Immortal Undead vs.
Pathetic, Gross Bane-Possessed Mortals
A fomor with the Blood-Drinkin’ Fomori Power (es-
pecially one with the Blood Glutton, Blood-Parched,
and/or Magic Blood Powers; see below) is dispropor-
tionately likely to exhibit a specific type of Derange-
ment (W20, pg. 478) associated with their exciting
new hot, crispy, high-iron liquid diet: a fomor so afflict-
ed must spend a point of Willpower to violate any tra-
ditional “rule” of horror-movie vampires: she’s repelled
by garlic, stakes, candles, mirrors, and crosses, she
can’t enter a home unless invited-in by someone with
the authority to do so, and she definitely can’t stand
in direct sunlight, or cross running water, or enter a
church, or do anything else that vampires “can’t do”
(at least, according to Hollywood). Some flinch away
from Bibles, convince themselves they’ve developed a
bad allergy to silver, and even stop to count grains of
rice that’ve been deliberately thrown on the ground.
A majority even begin sleeping in coffins… or, more
accurately, in body-bags.
Those fomor who begin to exhibit such dangerous,
unhinged breaks from reality are swiftly referred to the
office of Dr. Harold Zettler over at Panacea Pharma-
ceuticals, where a specially-trained staff of surgeons,
psychologists, and dentists begin the delicate process of
reinforcing the absolute living shit out of these delusions:
sending the fomor back to her First Team with cosmet-
ically-sharpened teeth, bleached skin, red-gleaming
eyes, black leather pants, a corpse-like build, and a box
of “experimental super-sunscreen” (contains an undis-
closed mix of powerful illegal stimulants & Fomorol).
Because all of this is the glorious, grotesque product
of a subtle, ongoing, very deliberate propaganda-cam-
paign spearheaded by Harold Zettler (through his con-
nections at Slaughterhouse Video as well as at Black
Dog Games): as “vampires,” certain high-performance
fomori in service to Pentex can be scary-as-fuck… but
they most certainly don’t have (for example) any type
of mind-control or memory-alteration powers. After
all, everyone knows that vampires are mere brutes: ob-
vious, crude, blood-thirsty, little more than shambling,
horny gore-drunk corpses, easily forced back by crosses
& silver & holy water, who could never, ever, EVER
bend the minds of mortal men to their whim.
Yes, yes. All according to plan.
In fact, a tacky-as-hell emergency-back-up Mas-
querade (in case of the catastrophic failure of the first
Masquerade) is prepped for worldwide deployment at
a moment’s notice: Zettler can push-notify approxi-
mately 81% of the global population that “vampires
are super real / they’re basically zombies / stay tuned
to your trusted friends here at RED Network for more
details as they develop / are An-Tifa, China, and the
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Gay Media Liberal Elite to blame?” as easily as he can
order an evening O-negative.
On a long enough timeline, after all, the surviv-
al-rate of even the best conspiracy drops to zero.
And when the final legions of the Wyrm storm
across the shredded Gauntlet, stomping Gaia’s
cold and violated corpse into ash-streaked & crim-
son-stained mud on their way to kick the very last
non-Black-Spiral-Dancer Garou directly in the dick
with silver-plated, extra-spikey spiked-boots until he
dies from spike-induced, dick-stomping-trauma-relat-
ed asphyxiation, Zettler will be far too busy pouring
leaded gasoline directly into the root-system of the last
green thing on the planet to bother with crap like “the
Masquerade” …although he didn’t get this old without
mastering the art of setting up multi-layered misdirec-
tions, smokescreens, and oh-so-clever traps.
For those leeches not in-the-know regarding Zettler’s
master plan – which is pretty much all of them – fo-
mori are disgusting annoyances at the best of times,
usually exterminated on sight; any fomor who informs
an actual deathless leech that the two of them are
fellow “undead masters of the night” will be very lucky
to survive until sunrise.
Or very unlucky, depending on the predilections of
the leech in question.
Wait, I’m sorry …did you just say ‘eye-
detonating’? Jeebus H. Crackers, wtf?
Okay, so hear me out.
Every fomor in the game has access to Falling Touch
(W20, pg. 171-171), through the Gifted Fomor Fo-
mori Power. In fact, according to the ‘Quick and Dirty
Fomori’ guidelines (page 429 of the Core Rulebook),
Gifted Fomor is one of the most common Powers, only
slightly less well-represented among the teeming legions
of the Wyrm’s pawns than – as might be expected – Im-
munity to Delirium.
Now: making a Sweep Combat Maneuver (W20, pg.
298) is a Dexterity + Brawl roll (difficulty 8) attack
that doesn’t deal any damage; instead, it simply dumps
an opponent on his duff…where he’s suddenly very easy
prey indeed for a big ol’ nasty full-pack dogpile (W20,
pg. 301).
Classic stuff.
You, the astute reader, may recognize this result as
literally “the exact same effect as Falling Touch,” except
that the Ahroun (or oh-so-gifted fomor, which we’ll get
to here in a second) doesn’t have to, y’know, so much
‘sweep the leg’ as she does ‘make the slightest, most
brushing contact whatsoever’ with her target and then
roll her Willpower pool… but at a statistically much
lower difficulty (unless she’s routinely getting into fist-
fights with Stamina 5, Athletics 4 Olympic gold-medal-
ists and/or Stamina 6, Athletics 3 past-borderline-super-
human, solidly-godlike death-machines).
Which, you know. Maybe she is. Good for her.
There’s a reason these people won the War of Rage,
after all.
Note that our Ahroun friend can do this shit all
day, for free, forever: at no cost, no obligation, and no
out-of-pocket expense to her. Bet she’s a ton of fun at
parties.
Of course, she can totally choose to pop a point of
Rage (or Willpower!) to get an identical result while
also full-on claw-shredding a dude’s torso open. BTW,
this is not a dice-pool-splitting action: it’s a cool thing
that she can just do for funsies, pretty explicitly called-
out in the Gift’s text as such.
I’m honestly surprised that more fomori don’t abuse
this much more often.
…so, what’s my point?
Glad you asked. There’s another cool Combat Maneu-
ver, called Eye Pluck (W20 Changing Breeds, pg. 214),
that’s also a pretty high difficulty – 9, in case you’re
wondering, instead of the 8 for pulling off a Sweep –
and it deals damage, but the best part is when you yank
a guy’s eyeball straight out of his skull when you pull it off
correctly.
Of course, the Corax don’t exactly have an “Ahroun
Auspice” with access to a sexy, special Gift designed (for
example) to let ‘em gouge-out peepers more efficient-
ly, with haymakers & wing-swipes… but you can sort
of imagine how a Gift of that nature would function,
mechanically-speaking. Right?
Right.
And you can sort of see how one could, say… copy
that Gift & give it to a fomor, I’m sure.
Thus, I give you Eye-Detonating: a hilarious & wacky
Special Property for the Body-Horror Blade Fomori
Power, sure to provide hours of delightful, lighthearted
fun and amusement!
As an aside, the Eye-Detonating Special Property
might be re-fluffed – for use against a jaded Werewolf:
The Apocalypse player who’s “seen it all” over the years
– to deafen an opponent, shattering an eardrum on one
side per successful execution of a strike, or to slice-away
at other senses: cutting-off 50% of a Garou’s ability
to taste, smell, or even feel, leaving them helpless &
terrified in the echoing and empty void…much like the
Wyrm they oppose, and all those who kneel before it.
Appendix 2: Sidebars
The Ugly Economy of Willpower vs. Gnosis
In the grand & cosmic scheme of things, Willpower
is cheap-as-shit.
Every human being on the planet – about eight bil-
lion of us, at last count – has a few dots of it just laying
around. 20% of the population, the largest single block
of folks, has only two dots to their name (W20, pg.
263) …but we tend to say “three dots, on average,”
for baseline humans because – and this is important
– there’re approximately 40 million people currently
walkin’ around with a Willpower of ten.
They are all, presumably, currently “getting that
bread” on the “grind-style”.
As an aside, every Ancient Vampire on the planet
has that, too!
Plus, there are another hundred and twenty million
humans out in the streets, right now, rocking a full-on
NINE dots of pure, un-cut honey-badger energy.
Somewhat interestingly, that average holds-true
for non-human animals, as well. Any basic, no-frills,
off-the-rack Chihuahua or Pomeranian has three dots
of Willpower …as do the vast majority of all rats, cats,
German Shepherds, and bald eagles. Lions, tigers, and
bears – and boa constrictors & chimpanzees! – each
get a phatty-boom-batty four dots of Willpower apiece
but are also somewhat more uncommon in a suburban
environment (no matter how badass gothic-punk it
may be).
Gorillas, meanwhile, have a base Willpower of 7 and
don’t ask me why.
DESIGNER’S NOTE: These are facts that I
know only because I am (observably) currently
writing a book about animal-based fomori &
happen to have the stat-blocks handy.
Eight billion humans with three dots of Willpower
apiece, plus seven billion rats, nine-hundred million
domesticated dogs, and four hundred million cats
equals over one hundred billion dots of Willpower in
circulation; this isn’t even counting the three-hundred
and twenty-thousand gorillas out there.
ANYWAY: other end of the spectrum, the entire
Western Concordiat currently claims just about thir-
teen thousand members, total; a few estimates put rates
of Garou at about one-per-half-a-million-humans (or
0.0002% of the population), which means …eh, maybe
sixteen-thousand of ‘em out there, including every
single member in Harano, the Deepest Umbra, or still
waiting for their First Change?
Dying breed, and all that.
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 And other than them, uh …there’s not a whole lot
in the way of people out there with a genuine spot of
Gnosis to their name. I mean, there are what …maybe
twenty total Khan planet-wide? One hundred Ajaba, at
most? Twice that number of Gurahl, and at an outside
guess just over a thousand Rokea?
The average amount of Gnosis claimed by any one of
these people is probably no higher than 3.
Okay, sure: there are also werewolf Kinfolk, who
outnumber true Garou by about 15-to-1 …but they’re
still stupid rare and although they can – at least, in
theory – wield some Gnosis, it’s a 5-to-7-freebie-point
investment to make that sort of thing happen (W20,
pg. 383). We can expect it to be slightly less common
than Huge Size (a 4-pt. Merit), somewhere in terms of
rarity between Untamable (the 5-pt. Merit that makes
a Garou permanently immune to Dominate) and freaking
Metamorph (the 7-pt. Merit that allows a Garou to
perform instantaneous shifts without spending Rage &
make all changes as if she scored five successes on every
single roll to shift forms).
And even then, it’s a mere pittance: a scarce handful
of godhood.
The average amount of Gnosis claimed by any indi-
vidual, randomly-selected Kinfolk is probably zero.
In other words: being allowed to spend Willpower in
place of Gnosis is somewhat akin to exchanging ran-
dom weird rocks & cigarette-butts you picked up in the
gas-station parking-lot for mint-condition Babe Ruth
rookie-cards and hundred-karat diamonds autographed
by the Virgin Mary.
Attempting an exchange like that should probably
deal aggravated damage, if we’re being honest.
Reek of Burning Desires: Servants of Weaver
hate him! See how he defies Her laws with
ONE SIMPLE TRICK!
“These magicks are unstable. Corrosive. They will
inevitably lead to chaos. And I am interested in
chaos.”
- Adam, Superstar (Buffy the Vampire Slayer;
Season 4, episode 17)
Note that use of this special Fomori Power is especial-
ly confounding for Garou attempting to track & kill the
wish-twisting fomor, since this isn’t a memory-clouding
or perception-altering effect: instead, it literally calls-up
swiftly-collapsing splatters of false wealth & world-
ly prestige directly from Malfeas, painting over the
Gaian Realm with glittering fool’s-gold, garish neon,
taut young flesh, reality-warping stupor, and rock-hard
fantasy… leaving behind a mind-rending string of para-
doxical existence-errors in its cruel wake.
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It doesn’t transgress the Veil.
Far worse: it violates causality itself, bending local
reality over the toilet and kicking it in the head as it
vomits up blood & loose screws.
A fomor with access to this Power is intended to be
terrifying & sinister, seemingly capable of re-writing the
laws of reality from the shadows at a whim, always lurk-
ing behind another doomed puppet. This is, of course,
within certain limitations. The fomor can’t use this
Power to suddenly grant to her victim a multinational
multimedia conglomerate, a satellite weapons-system,
or an entire international airline (since acquiring
such a thing would – subject to Storyteller discretion
– require at least a month’s worth of paperwork to be
exchanged between lawyers, no matter how rich &
famous the victim may be).
Of course, people the fomor is trying to kill (or im-
press) don’t need to know all that.
The reality-warping magic (magick?) of this Power,
in short, produces brightly-gleaming baubles that are
universally cheap, tawdry, garish, and vulgar: reeking
of the Wyrm’s self-destructive urges & nihilistic aban-
don. The fomor is thus assumed to be the eye-of-the-
storm: surrounded by an endless procession of tacky,
tasteless nouveau riche garbage, all gold-plated toilets
and champagne-filled hot-tubs installed in the backs
of hot-neon-pink stretch Humvees. In general, use of
this Power is intended to give the fomor (when working
with her victims to get the results she wants) easy access
to disposable mansions and high-performance sports-
cars, exotic island nightclubs and fancy clothes without
limit or end.
Employing the Power to actually accomplish some-
thing useful – or, god help us, permanent – on the other
hand, is pretty much impossible.
For example: the fomor can casually nod at her
current mark and instantly score the doomed idiot a
set of box-seats at the opera, a dozen front-row tickets
to a rapper’s sold-out show, or a soundproof conference
room at the five-star hotel downtown; she can have a
luxury SUV pull out of the parking garage beside them
and drive the pair of ‘em across town to his new me-
ga-yacht – already docked at the marina – without even
having to blink.
On the other hand: using this Power to retroactive-
ly-have-purchased the State Park that houses the local
eco-terrorist caern, and then to tile-over every square
millimeter of the property with three layers of bale-
fire-impregnated silver-ordinance proximity mines?
Yeah, that’s definitely outside the scope of what the
fomor can accomplish.
Project Scheherazade
Deep beneath the most subterranean sub-vaults of
Endron’s eldest “modern-era” facilities – dating back to
those Cold War, space-race days of punched-card com-
puterized data-entry and reel-to-reel magnetic informa-
tion-storage – a clever & inquisitive monkey-wrench-
ing agent of Gaia might discover several large boxes
of musty, mostly-shredded, heavily-redacted Code-
Black-Level dot-matrix-printouts detailing the fallout
of something called Project Scheherazade… buried,
unfortunately, within a very-nearly-literal mountain of
recalled extra-carcinogenic EEEZ-bake lawn-darts from
Avalon Toys, anti-recycling/pro-leaded-gasoline propa-
ganda-comics intended for distribution in elementary
schools (featuring Planet Man & Three-Mile-Island
Pete!), mint-condition NIXON ’76: FUCK WATER-
GATE and NIXON ’80: FUCK YOU campaign-trail
buttons, Betamax cassettes of just shockingly misog-
ynistic unaired Circinus-Brand-cigarette television
commercials, autographed commemorative photobooks
of the Board of the Directors personally setting the
Cuyahoga River on fire, and copies of Harold Zettler’s
ill-advised, cocaine-binge-fueled, synth-heavy disco
album (Ich schlage vor, dass wir die Trennung wieder ein-
führen [I suggest that we reinstate segregation]) on vinyl.
It’s quite possible that Jimmy Hoffa’s corpse is in
there, too.
We don’t know.
Anyway: what little can be pieced-together from the
surviving data on Project Scheherazade suggests that –
at some point in the immediate aftermath of the fatal
“accident” that took out Hiram Bollingsworth back in
1959 – a cadre of in-the-know senior executives work-
ing out of an Endron International office in Istanbul
were approached by a magician calling himself Johnny
K’llasshaa: a charming, debonair, possibly-British(?)
jet-setting man-of-mystery with a scary number of
multimillionaire and/or highly-placed military-intelli-
gence-director “friends” from across Turkey, Syria, Iraq,
Iran, Oman, and Saudi Arabia.
In a series of informal, off-the-books meetings held
in a variety of underground hookah-bars, massage
parlors, gambling dens, and especially in the private
back-rooms of a nightclub known as The House of
Lamps (owned by his “longtime associate” Layla
Madeer), Johnny K’llasshaa claimed secret knowledge
of something particularly tantalizing: forbidden rites
& rituals – lost since 756 CE, and the ending of the
so-called “Devil King Age” – employed by the wizards
of Sodom, Iyrnntorr, and Quin’che-La: the ancient art
of binding Dream-Makers (W20, pg. 443) to the flesh
of mortal hosts.
Let the record show that the senior executives in
question – names purposefully removed from this
Appendix 2: Sidebars
report of reasons of personal safety – were wary but …
intrigued by the prospect.
With these mighty and obedient djinn at their dispos-
al, Johnny K’llasshaa said, the sorcerer-kings of Bhât,
of Hel’jibb the Unforgiving, and of Zeboim the Can-
kered Whore raised from the howling sands the great
Brass Fortress of Irem with but a whisper and a single
crack of shining whirlwind & dark flame most unnat-
ural: become undying masters over a vast, shadowed
citadel of titanic size, endless blood, and unassailable
strength, which stood unconquered for over seven
centuries before vanishing once more – like a fad-
ing mirage – into the parched, empty dunescape one
moonless night.
A small battery of experiments were approved by
unanimous decision of the group.
What follows is ninety-odd pages of fully blacked-
out redacted text, with only a few legible lines of that
include “Balefire Shark,” “Mashkan-Shapir,” and “The
Nameless Angel of Despair”.
A final tally regarding the cost to Pentex of partic-
ipation in this ill-fated venture – as measured in ex-
pended tens-of-millions-of-petro-dollars, irreplaceable
personnel-loss, and total number of overseas black-site
testing-facilities reduced to pits of unrecognizable
glowing obsidian shrapnel which emit a color describ-
able only as ‘hot neon pickle’ – cannot, quite frankly,
be expressed as a “number” that can really be “parsed”
by the “human brain”.
Some of the deniable-ops laboratories burned down
in the resultant cataclysmic conflagration-chain were
located in cities that don’t even exist anymore, and –
much more horribly – at this point never actually did.
Other buildings are still unaccounted-for, and (for all
we know) may still be in operation.
Somewhere.
Which is not a comforting thing to think about, late
at night.
All evidence of this debacle (with fiasco-like qual-
ities) and all associated quarterly loss has been very
carefully hidden from any chance of discovery by the
upper echelons of Pentex, and for good reason: if there
isn’t a psychopath on the Board of Directors who would
gleefully rubber-stamp all of the documentation neces-
sary to restart the project – this time with 21st-century
tech & ten times the budget – in sheer hope of “being
the guy who personally signed-off on the End of All
Things, then went and banged his secretary,” there
most certainly will be.
In the meantime, the lowest-tier powerhouses pro-
duced by Project Scheherazade – fomori with access to
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Grant the Heart’s Blackest Longing – still occasion-
ally crop up, and in ever-increasing numbers each year
… suggesting that a sizable hole may very well have
ripped-open somewhere in the Deep Umbra, slowly
gaping wider with each passing day.
…and as to Johnny K’llasshaa?
He was last spotted walking away from Irem, his eve-
ning-wear splattered with blood, into the desert sunset:
lighting a cigarette with a jagged shard of balefire-drip-
ping obsidian as he went.
They say he was laughing.
On Wyrm-Tainted Illusions
Normal, baseline mortal humans are automatically
fooled by the illusions of a fomor wielding the power of
phantasm & shadow: their senses simply aren’t sharp
enough to slice through the coils of Wyrmish en-
chantments unless the fomor crafts something utterly
unbelievable.
In the case of any creature immune to the Delirium,
the victim must first actively seek to pierce the illusion
(i.e., the player must tell the Storyteller, directly, that
her character suspects she is being deceived by an illu-
sion). After that, it comes down to an opposed roll: the
fomor rolls Manipulation + Subterfuge (difficulty 7),
while the victim rolls Perception + Alertness (difficul-
ty 6); the character with the most successes wins (ties
go to the illusionist).
At Storyteller discretion, the victim of an utterly un-
believable illusion – such as the sun rising at midnight
or the fomor calling-forth an army of ten-thousand
Black Spiral Dancers from beneath a nearby minivan –
might receive a bonus to her roll, lowering her difficul-
ty by 2 or more.
Baseline normal humans may – again, at Storyteller
discretion – attempt to disbelieve in the same way;
doing-so first requires the expenditure of a point of
Willpower, and successfully overcoming an illusion
then immediately incites Delirium. Oops.
A wide variety of mundane recording equipment
(cellphones, video cameras, etc.) can capture the im-
ages & sounds crafted by Wyrm-tainted phantasms, but
– due to the effects of the Delirium – these universally
strike baseline humans as “fake” (W20, pg. 45): seeing
through the illusion at a distance, with the barrier of
a recording in the way, doesn’t cause a full dissocia-
tive episode & panic attack… but unless they have a
Willpower of 8 or higher (which is only about 7% of
the population), humans will instinctively dismiss out-
of-hand any evidence of “magic illusion spells” seen
on-screen as crude hack-work by amateurish would-be
Hollywood special-effects techs.
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Yes, even if they should be sharp enough to notice
the error in their logic: an Intelligence 5, Wits 5, Per-
ception 5 professional video-editor with Computers 5
[Specialty: Spotting CGI] and a solidly-above-average
Willpower of 7 literally doesn’t even get a roll.
Something about seeing Wyrm-magics violate con-
ventional physics straight up the bunghole pings the
uncanny valley, the arachnid response, and thirty-plus
centuries of prey-animal sense-memory terror just as
hard as the primitive monkey hind-brain can register a
sense of NOPE FUCK I REFUSE.
“Uh, Officer? It’s clearly a weird, cringe publicity
stunt for an online street-magic channel. It’s bullshit.”
Any use of a Gift such as Web Tremors (W20
Changing Breeds, pg. 275), Pierce Illusion (W20
Changing Breeds, pg. 161), or a similarly-powerful Per-
ception-enhancing supernatural ability automatically
overcomes any use of a fomori illusion-power. Height-
ened Senses (W20, pg. 159-159) alone isn’t quite
enough to automatically overcome such phantasms…
but it does lower the difficulty.
Shed Ruin: Take off your shotgun-blast &
jacket
A word of clarification.
Just because the fomor can “dodge” an attack by,
for example, allowing a .50 caliber sniper-round to rip
directly through her torso with a smooth ripple – like a
stone, tossed gently into a cool, still pond – or “evade”
a decapitating strike that would (under any normal
circumstances) casually bat her head from its tradition-
al resting-place atop her spine via the simple means of
deciding to lose eleven or so pounds from somewhere
else, it doesn’t mean that the fomor’s equipment don’t
get absolutely bug-fucker-ated in the process: the
Storyteller should feel free to utterly annihilate any
particularly fragile weapons, armor, gadgets, or other
tech the fomor might be carrying in their load-out.
After all: your basic, generic lil’ Action Bill manne-
quin sculpted from a fistful of raw ground beef don’t
exactly have any “delicate spots” or “vulnerable parts”
to get battle-damaged: tear off an arm & toss it to the
pit-bull, and you can (in all likelihood) probably shape
the various remaining leftovers back into another,
very-nearly-identical-(albeit-slightly-smaller) lil’ dude.
… whereas that kitted-out, top-mod Pentex PX-
66F sawed-off dual-barrel 7XL-stock assault rifle
with digi-scope, laser sight, iron sight, bipod, sling
mount, extended mag, double-extended mag, flash
suppressor, boom suppressor, recoil suppressor, erection
suppressor, three unique gauges of rail-system, high-
end Mk-9 compensator, double higher-end Mk-13
over-compensator, all-leather baby-cow reverse-samurai
pistol-grips, whale-skin hubcaps, three triggers, un-
derslung triple-barrel grenade launcher (grenades sold
separately), dual scrotum-washing attachments, seven
tiers of air-spoilers & tail-fins, nine entire booklets of
ultra-chase near-mint hologram-foil BIOLOGICAL
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spinning rims, personalized vanity plate – ME LURV
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magazines of balefire-impregnated depleted-uranium,
silver-oxide-coat ammunition, on the other hand, has
NEEDS.
You can only drop that thing approximately zero
times before it has to go to the shop for a year.
If she desires, the Storyteller may roll 1d10 on the
chart below whenever this Power (or a similar Power!)
is used to determine what gear is destroyed:
1. Nothing! The fomor is free!
2. Weapons (traditionally a Pentex-manufactured
FT-13 heavy semi-automatic pistol (W20, pg.
303) with two magazines of basic ammunition
and one magazine filled with silver-tipped
rounds; silver-edged combat knife (W20, pg.
302)
3. Armor (traditionally reinforced clothing
[Armor rating 1, no Dexterity penalty] or
Pentex-issued Kevlar vest [Armor rating 3,
Dexterity penalty 1])
4. Surveillance equipment (night-vision goggles,
binoculars, flashlight)
5. Communications devices (Pentex-manufac-
tured radio, cellphone, data-pad)
6. Restraints (handcuffs, bungee cords, chloro-
form, duct tape, zip-ties)
7. Recording equipment (cameras, microphones)
8. Illumination (road flares, chemical lights,
matches)
9. Pentex-approved general-purpose field-kit:
silver-edged utility-knife with built-in com-
pass, rope, bolt-cutters, water & MRE rations,
water-purification tablets, civilian attire, petty
cash, fake civilian ID, and/or fake emergen-
cy-responder, local/state law enforcement,
federal law enforcement, or military personnel
uniform (complete with corresponding fake
ID) appropriate to the First Team’s current
mission
10. Oh god. Roll twice.
Note, however, that use of this Power doesn’t strip
the fomor of installed cybernetics, whether they be
beneficial (like an integrated set of claws!) or detri-
mental (like a big, cool-ass cranial bomb!), since the
Bane oh-so-joyously piloting her physical form into
Appendix 2: Sidebars
oblivion is suffused throughout the entirety of her be-
ing: the juicy bits, the meaty bits, the squishy bits, the
thinky-bits, and all of ‘em crunchy bits… including the
shiny, custom aftermarket chrome.
Mr. Absolute Total Badass Jade Hell Dragon
“I see you’re not willing to do what is necessary to
win. No techniques are off-limits to me … but you
hold yourself back? Pathetic.”
-- Akuma, Street Fighter 2: Turbo [HD
Remix]
While fomori with this Power are rare in the ex-
treme, the development of far greater numbers of
such soldiers – and the exquisite “refinement” of their
combat-prowess – is the apparent ongoing person-
al pet-project of the mysterious, Shanghai-based,
multi-billionaire investor Niú Bī De Yù Dìyù Lóng:
a major Pentex shareholder with worldwide influence
over the international arms, drug, and human-traf-
ficking trades, along with… complex ties to the local
Kumo, to certain high-ranking Chinese members of
the so-called Five Elemental Dragons organization, and
especially to the Akashayana. Word-on-the-street is Mr.
Lóng represents some kind of thousand-year-old “fall-
en” grandmaster of their martial-art Tradition, and has
dedicated his immortality to hunting-down & killing
every single member of the order.
…or that he’s, like, the reincarnation of such an
entity?
Sorry, bro. Word-on-the-street don’t know, man.
Either way, the Absolute Total Badass Jade Hell
Dragon most certainly keeps killing other ancient
karate-wizards with his bare hands & taking their stuff;
usually, this occurs only after Mr. Lóng softens-up
his target with several minutes of heavy, sustained
high-caliber machine-gun fire and a unending swarm
of his “white-belt students”: fomori gifted with the
Super-Death Wyrm-Karate Organ-Exploding Tech-
nique Power, which he collects like cheap bubble-gum
trading-cards.
Mr. Lóng then prefers to leisurely descend via heli-
copter – as the smoke clears – to survey the burning
wreckage of his newest hidden-mountainside-temple
real-estate property (soon to be an elite five-star ski-
lodge!) and personally challenge the highest-ranking
survivor to life-or-death unarmed combat.
He knows how to say “you are already dead” in over
one hundred languages.
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Missing Urge-Wyrms?
Karnala, the Urge-Wyrm of Desire, has her talons
very deeply embedded into Kiro Yamazaki (Subdivi-
sion Director of both Project Odyssey and of Project
Aeneid); as such, her base level of interest in any lesser
fomor shat-out by Project Iliad, is – effectively – nil.
Some dumb-ass, spontaneously-generated fomor who
thinks they’re a “wizard”?
Yeah, that’s of even less interest to her.
… of course, all that being said, she’ll certainly take
notice of any Baneklaive Sorcerer who keeps beating
the odds over-&-over for a solid decade or so. And
what Karnala wants, darling? Karnala gets.
Far other end of the spectrum, Lethargg – the Urge
of Apathy – officially does not give even one single fuck
about the existence of any other entity and couldn’t
possibly be less interested in any of this shit.
Wyrm Totem Thing Prayers to the Wyrm
Incarnae: bad idea, or terrible idea?
“The pie shall be cut in half, and each man shall receive...
Death. I’ll eat the pie.”
-- Homer (as King Solomon), Simpsons Bible
Stories (Season 10, Episode 18; 1999)
Just to spell it out as clearly as possible, Powers
granted by an Incarna are themed to – and dictated by
– the entity granting the Power, not to (or by) by the
supplicant: Furmas, the Wyrm of Balefire, assigns Fiery
Discharge and Phoenix Form – ooh, and Crown of
Balefire (above)! – to all those who beg him for inter-
vention, without fail: these are the best of all possible
solutions to any problem, in his flawless & eternal esti-
mation, from traffic-tickets to gunfights to child-custo-
dy battles, and he does not want to hear some bullshit
about how the fomor “would prefer the power of flight”
just because the fomor is “falling out of an airplane” or
any other lame, material-universe crap.
Fuckin’ picky little gift-horse-mouth-lookin’-ass little
sorcerous mother-fuckers.
Take the superpowers we give you and shut up, man.
ONE FINAL NOTE:
“Side effects? Side effects? What kind of ‘side effect’
is medically worse than DEATH?”
– Harry Potter & the Methods of Rationality,
Chapter 100
In the event of an emergency, if the fomor just su-
per-duper needs to increase her Totem-rating right-the-
fuck-now, she can always try sacrificing her Baneklaive
to do so: she can choose to pull this type of panicked,
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last-minute shenanigans as a free reaction, immediately
after the activation-roll for this Power has been made,
once her current temporary Totem-rating has been de-
termined & her new, randomly-selected Wyrm-Incarna
has been assigned.
(but before she gets ‘sploded)
This is not guaranteed to save her bacon.
But it sure beats dying.
And when a practitioner of Baneklaive Sorcery is
staring down the barrel of a pissed-off multi-billion-
year-old cosmic personification of capital-e evil with
a Totem-rating she can count on one hand, anything
she can do to reduce that face-load of aggravated
damage – up-to-&-including “jettisoning her precious
Baneklaive” – is a smart move.
For each point of temporary Essence the fomor
spends from her Baneklaive as part of this free reaction,
she gets a single die added to an emergency die-pool
that she’s gonna roll here in about three seconds; for
each dot of permanent Essence she spends from her
Baneklaive as part of the same free reaction, she gets
two such dice (no free successes today, sadly) added to
the same pool.
She can, if she wants, choose to drain everything
she’s got & then double-dip on this one: if she’s got
a True Baneklaive (a Level 5 Fetish with an Es-
sence-pool of ten), she can top-off the thing’s pool
from her own temporary Willpower & Gnosis pools,
spend all ten points, then sacrifice all ten points of
permanent Essence from her Baneklaive as well.
This would net her a final emergency die-pool total
of 30.
Which is good.
She’s probably gonna need it.
The fomor then rolls all the dice in this die-pool,
looking for an 8 or better (a slight increase from the
Willpower-roll, difficulty 7, she made a mere moment
ago); each success on this roll further bumps-up her
Totem-rating by one for the next three seconds: just
long enough to tip the scales in the fomor’s favor &
keep her from being annihilated at a sub-atomic level
by a grumpy Wyrm-Incarna.
Immediately after the fomor performs this sacrifice,
her Baneklaive is totally destroyed: it no longer func-
tions as a Fetish or as a Baneklaive.
Furthermore, any Willpower-roll the fomor makes
to pull an “emergency back-up Baneklaive” she’s got
stashed-away (or that she subsequently awakens)
out-of-dormancy suffers a +2 difficulty; this penalty
lasts for a number of months equal to the total number
of dice the fomor pulled-together into an emergency
die-pool upon sacrificing her last Baneklaive.
This penalty, while it lasts, also applies to any other
interaction with a Bane, and applies at half-strength (a
mere +1 difficulty) on all Social dice-pools involving
Wyrm-creatures, broadly defined; the fomor suffers this
penalty even if a Wyrm-eaten creature she’s deal-
ing-with has no idea why the fomor comes off as such
a sniveling, opportunistic, devious little self-serving
fuckhead.
It’s just, like… written on her aura, man.
That’s because the duration of this penalty represents
exactly how much the fomor betrayed the Bane tied
into her Fetish when she used it as chaff, flinging it
wildly into the jaws of a justifiably-annoyed Wyrm-In-
carna while screaming “oh god no i’ll do ANYTHING
but face the consequences of my own actions!” at the very
top of her lungs in blind panic.
Metaphysically speaking, of course.
Eh.
Well… better him than me, I always say!
Grand Theft Memory, or ‘Corporate-
Controlled Human-Psyche Exploitation 101’
Diving into the memories of Fera – as Pentex has dis-
covered – is fucking dangerous.
Other end of the spectrum, abuse of this Power is
SUPER useful for accessing the long-buried memories
of a regular-ass Joe Six-Pack or Suzie Homemaker.
While the nightmare-scape of a truly ancient leech
(or of some asshole “magician” who credibly claims
a dozen-odd reincarnations) may be an inhospitable,
planet-sized death-zone, a fomor wielding this nasty
little trick can – with time & effort – crack-through
into the private brain-space of a baseline human or
Kinfolk in a way that even the current best-practices
Pentex-approved interrogation-method (quiet place +
chair + duct tape + crowbar [+ sodium amytal, pento-
thal sodium, or secobarbital + razor blade, in the event
of an emergency]) simply cannot match.
The problem, of course, is that fomori with access
to this Power simply aren’t particularly common, and
those few departments within Pentex with access to
such a resource are NOT in the habit of sharing.
A solid breakthrough over at Project Aeneid, howev-
er, could make the process of churning-out a few dozen
more nightmare-diving fomori a much easier prospect.

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