32 Githyanki Astral Marines

Githyanki astral marines intercept an earthmonkey patrol.

Githyanki patrols are a menace in the shallows of the Astral seas. They dart out of their haematite wicker towers, mad lymphocytes of a decayed astral deity.  In their wedge boats they rip phosphorecent life cords, stranding tourists and foreign-plane-investors alike. The tunnel-visitors say it is an act of futile fury against the decay of their old theocracy, sunk into the fuchsia mirror of the astral immediacy.

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31 Lucky Kobolds

lucky kobolds for sale

“Buy a kobold now and rub it for luck!” said the sign. PT Helmet approved and handed over a few notes.

The flaccid thing wriggled in his hands. Like a rubber chicken. He rubbed it and a wish oozed out. The ectoplasm congealed into a proto-djinn and PT felt his luck swell.

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30 Catlord of the Violet Citadel

Catlord and Cat Person

This is Part 0.5 of 8 of the first WTF Expedition RPG Pointcrawl. You can get the whole Part 1, v2, here. This is a teaser for the full Patreon-supported series, which you are totally welcome to support (and follow).

The Graceful Cats of the Violet Citadel

Soyez tranquil,” murmurs the dead-eyed lady in P.T.’s mind. Horned cats creep from hazy alleys and examine their baggage. The citadel looms, eerie and obnoxious, beyond the haze layer.

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27 Lonely Cathedral

Sinking into the Quaq, but not yet.

Lonely Cathedral

On the dull tidal beach the downed cathedral hunkers. Concrete, floatstone and jaspis sinking into the sand, but not yet. Not today.

  1. Metal-handed preacher stands on a midden and cries, “the end! the crystal ship! the fools!”
  2. Noodle seller with hooch on the side.
  3. Strawheads trading ivory and furs.
  4. Rusting metal gulls slowly winding down.
  5. Rat urchins attempt to rob you.
  6. Green monks, merchants, cog flower acolytes.

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26 Sky Tower Down

making the world a more level-headed place

Darta’s sapsuckers groaned in fear and ran for the crater pen. One squirted half-fermented juices over her new shoes as it fled. Darta put down her euphoric and squinted up at the brick sky. There. The spiky one they called Man With Flagrant Eggplant. Bursts of stolen sunfire belched from cracks in its black skin. Again and again. Odd.

Then the brick sky lit up, neon blue, as sunfire erupted from the side of the Man.

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