Sunday, January 22, 2023

Next Flight 3d: Sewer Kings Raw Treatment

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Sewer Kings

This is from Victory RPG’s Sewer Kings. Images are drawn by me, but after the ones in the module.

House Rules

  • Prone people are +2 to hit hand-to-hand, absent cover.
  • Spend an advantage when using Regeneration and get your Regeneration level in Strength back.

Raw Treatment

Succubus showed up in costume for combat practice that early morning. Flip-Flop gave her a hug, but The Reach looked carefully at her.

“I don’t think you’re better,” said The Reach. “It’s been just a week, and we only have your word.”

Succubus said, “I could say the same about you.” She made the “crazy” gesture near her temple. “We only have your word that you’re cured.”

“Mindbender says—”

“Oh, pshaw,” said Succubus. “We’ve never met Mindbender before. Who’s to say you didn’t ask one of your old chums to claim you are fixed, with some story about testing your students? Or even to pretend to be Mindbender?”

“I didn’t—”

“I didn’t think of that,” said Flip-Flop.

“If I’m lying, then I  suffer,” said Succubus. “If you’re wrong, we all suffer.”

“Mindbender cleared me,” said The Reach plaintively. He did not feel in charge of the team at this second.

“I choose to believe you. If you would return the favor, it would go a long way to re-establishing harmony in the team.”

The Reach thought about it for a minute and then grinned. “Understood, and accepted.”

Flip-Flop let out a whoosh of breath. “So we’re all good now?”

“We’re good,” said The Reach.

“Yay!” said Flip-Flop. “We can work out! Except…”

“Except?” asked the Reach.

“I should confess something.” She looked ashamed and proud at the same time. “I kinda put a bug in the West Side Treatment Facility.”[1]

“A bug?” said the Reach. “I thought of it, but it’s an invasion of privacy.”

“City property, under threat, and no worse than her occasional ESP,” said Succubus.

“I don’t like the practice,” said The Reach.

Flip-Flop explained. “Tara was injured, you’ve been busy because you’re the only full-timer among us, and I’ve had classes because midterms are coming up. We know that the West Side Treatment Facility is important to their plans—I mean, we found a set of plans and a work schedule.” As if it were no-big-deal, she said, “So I happened to save Dr. Kittner a couple of weeks ago.” They didn’t respond. “The tech genius? Founder of Link Inc? God, sometimes you people are so ignorant. He’s a big deal.” [2]

“Okay,” said The Reach. “I know about Link. They made some kind of announcement a couple of weeks ago.”

“I was there! Anyway, I saved his life, thank you very much, good job me.”

“Good job, you,” said Succubus, sounding amused.

“Thank you. I went to him. He gave me a certain children’s Christmas toy that is used by parents to spy on children.”

“Gnome In The Home. Won’t that look out of place?”

“We took the character part off, added sound, improved the resolution, and put it into some dummy binders and hooked it up to the Internet. Then I put it in the treatment facility.”

“How did you get into the treatment facility?”

“I asked,” said Flip-Flop. “They’re very happy to let a young woman tour the facility if she asks. And when they weren’t looking I added the binder to their shelf.”[3] She shrugged. “It’s labeled ‘ISO 9000 Procedures’ so no-one will look.”

“Very good,” said Succubus. “Did you perhaps do that for pump station 4?”

“No. I’ve been kind of busy,” said Flip-Flop acerbically.

“You did a good thing, Flip-Flop. I was asking a hopeful question, not impugning your actions.”

“There was nothing in pump station 4,” said The Reach.

Then. But now?” Succubus asked him.

“Okay, good point,” said Flip-Flop. “The station controls a lot of the west side, the guy said. I bet they’re connected.” She shrugged. “But I didn’t have time or equipment.”[4]

“I’ll make a phone call,” The Reach said, “have them check the pump station. What’s in the treatment facility?”

“I haven’t actually looked,” Flip-Flop admitted. “But I’d like to look now. Can we do it before practice?”

The Reach looked at Succubus and felt a pang of guilt when he saw where her costume had been patched. “Yes.”

Succubus nodded too. Flip-Flop moved to the computer keyboard and typed. “Nothing fancy for graphics or interface. Sorry.” She opened a computer window to show a low-resolution image of an office, with a door ahead of the camera and to the right. “I have software that compensates for the fish-eye lens but it really degrades the visual quality.”

“The angle doesn’t matter,” said The Reach. “Why is there no one there? I’d better call Detective Girard too.”

“She’s probably off,” said Succubus. “Her child was due. Also it’s six in the morning.”

“I’m waking her up. Let her hate me.” He stepped away to talk.

“I’ll put the feed on our phones.” Succubus handed over her phone, unlocked.

The Reach returned. “Girard is off-duty but she was awake — it’s a boy — and she gave me Manny’s number. He’s going to check it out. If the Treatment Facility is empty, we should check it out. Maybe we can be done by class time, Henny, but I’m not certain.”

“Enh. Stefan keeps good notes.” She pulled a face. “I’m going to have to get him a gift; this’ll be twice in two weeks.”

A human-crocodile hybrid walked into view in the treatment facility office. He was followed by Demo and some furry man they had never seen.

“Shhh, there should be sound,” said Flip-Flop. She twiddled with a mixer.

The sound was still awful. They could just make out the crocodile-man saying “—hide in case—” just before the furry fellow disappeared off-screen. Then he said, “—we start. Take your posit—” Demo shrugged, pointed to a camera on a tripod that had been brought in, and then she pointed down to the console.

“—starts it,” Demo said in her strong Boston accent. Then she left.

That left the crocodile-man alone.

“Crocodile? Maybe Sobek?” asked Succubus. “Egyptian crocodile god, believed to control the flooding of the Nile.”

“It’s going down,” said The Reach. “We’ll take the sky-bikes. Flip-Flop, stick with us even though you’re faster than the bikes. These two new guys might make it six to three, so we’re going to have to be smart.”

“They were pushovers,” said Flip-Flop. She saw that The Reach was looking at the patched area of Succubus’ costume again.

“They were outnumbered then, and they nearly killed us at the prisoner transport.”

“Me,” said Succubus. “They nearly killed me. But I’m better now.”

The Reach shook his head. “Now they outnumber us,” he said. “If we move fast, we might have the element of surprise. Thanks to you, Flip-Flop. Reconnaissance first; they’ve got a whole gang to back them up and we don’t know where the other three are.”

The Reach’s phone rang as they were getting on the bikes. “We’re on it, sir.” After more reassurances, he ended the call. “The Sewer Kings have acted,” he told the other two. “They’re blackmailing the city, and they backed up toilets in the studio of KYOT to prove it.”

“If they’re trying to horrify us, that’s the wrong target. Plenty people going to be glad KYOT got sewaged,” said Flip-Flop.

Succubus watched the broadcast threat on her phone. The KYOT anchor was talking about traffic and then there was a cut to inside the treatment facility. From the background, probably the camera that Demo had pointed out. Sobek — Sewer King, she corrected herself — ranted about the despoiling ways of humankind and then flooded the KYOT station with raw sewage. He ended the broadcast with “I sent your city the number of a bank account. You will transfer $192 million dollars into it by noon or I’ll start flooding your homes with your own filth!”

Succubus summarized it for the others, and commented, “Odd number.”

“That’s the police budget,” The Reach pointed out.

The facility looked quite nice once you ignored the open sewage processing tanks: the control building had been faced with a rustic surface so it looked like an old stone house (on this side with a single door). Green grass spread over the rest of the facility, broken only by the parking lot, the guard shack, and snaking paths that gave trucks access to the storage shed and several of the tanks. Morning fog clung to the lake and the grounds.



There was a big tent set up on the far side of the road, across from the entrance to the treatment facility. Uniformed officers were carrying things from police vans into the tent. The Reach said, “The tent is a command post the police are setting up. We go there first; we’d rather they didn’t shoot at us.”

A man carrying a big monitor looked at them and said, “You want Captain Jameson there.”

The Reach nodded and led them to a pair of people sketching things on a wheeled whiteboard easel, meant for a flat floor instead of the grass boulevard. The woman was in her fifties, in a police uniform, and looked crisp. The man had clearly been woken up, shoved his feet into sneakers, and drove here wearing pajamas and a leather jacket. He still had bed-head.

“No, I’m telling you, he can do it. He can send sewage to any place in the west half of the city, including two hospitals.” They both looked up at the approaching heroes.

“The Reach?” asked the woman. “And your students.”

“Teammates,” he replied. “Sitrep?”

“About an hour ago, at least five costumed individuals broke through an interior wall to the control room.”

“Could have just asked for a tour,” Flip-Flop muttered.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing. Go on.”

“Exterior looks fine, so they must have used one of the doors. There are two: front door and a fire exit by the locker room.”

“Cameras or security?” asked The Reach.

“There are cameras,” said the man. Jameson introduced him: Troy Bartkowski, the plant supervisor. “Front gate by the security hut. We got a shot of a costumed man looking outside the front door, but no one has gone in or out.”

“Are there hostages?” asked Succubus.

“There are supposed to be two people on duty. We assume they’re hostages,” said Bartkowski.

“The policy is clear: we don’t negotiate,” said Jameson.

“Can you show us the layout of the building?” asked Succubus.

“The building plans have mysteriously gone missing, but I can draw them,” Bartkowski said. He picked up a pen and started at the whiteboard. “The door is on our side. Corridors run down the outside, but the lakeside wall has the break room and the locker room.” He sketched a box and indicated the rooms. “Beside the break room are the washrooms and then a conference room we sometimes use. The other side — to the north — starting from the lake are the locker room, a hot office, my office, and two more conference rooms. The control room is in the middle of all that.”



“So they could have come through from any room?”

“There’s equipment,” said Flip-Flop.

“Right. Not from the east wall, which meets the lockers and break room. The console is there.”

“We saw it in the broadcast,” said Succubus.

“Right,” said Bartkowski. “The south wall has a big monitor on it, so probably not there. But the north wall has the bathrooms.”

“Why break through a wall, anyway?” asked Flip-Flop. “The door is right there, and the facility isn’t guarded.”

“To avoid cameras?” asked The Reach.

“Maybe. Are there cameras pointing at the lake side of the building?” asked Succubus. Bartkowski shook his head no. “They have a magnetist so they could have gone in the fire door.”

“What I would do is go in the fire door, walk around to the door, and overpower the staff,” said Flip-Flop. “Even if the door is locked it’s not going to stop them. Unless there’s security we don’t know about?”

“Guard station at the entrance; that’s it.”

“And there’s nothing on the cameras?” asked Succubus.

“Nothing.”

“The one guy can fly, but none of the others had transport abilities?” asked Flip-Flop.

“No. He could have carried the others on a metal cart,” said The Reach. He looked amused and proud by them thinking; he was trying to get them to think more tactically.

“There are at least five of them; we’d have seen a cart big enough to hold them. Teleport?” she asked Succubus.

“Maybe.” Succubus smiled. “But the reason they went through the interior wall was to hide the effects of the digging.”

“I wondered if you’d get there,” said The Reach.

“Sobek — sorry, ‘Sewer King’ — told someone to hide. Suppose that was their digger. They come up anywhere in the building, break the wall and the debris hides where the digger has disturbed the floor.”

“Okay, but what do we do? ” asked Flip-Flop. “They’re expecting Succubus to go through the window in the break room because that’s how she got in the bank. There’s probably not someone in the break room — too visible — but someone in the hall outside it. Another one or two at each of the doors. No matter which way we go in, they’re prepared for us.”

“So we don’t try to be sneaky,” said The Reach. “We take the shortest route from the front door. Speed is more important than anything; we want to take down Sewer King and disable the act. Priority order is the Sewer King, the hidden digger, and Lovebite, because she can make us do things we don’t want to.”

“You’re not going to…damage….the facility, are you?” asked Bartkowski.

“We think they already have. You have reports that they’ve burst through an interior wall.”

Troy looked unhappy with that.

“Okay,” said Flip-Flop. “Then we bust open the door, I throw one of the guarding ones across the lawn. You two go for the control room in any way you can — ooze under a door, blind teleport, whatever. I’ll deal with anybody outside and join you as quickly as I can.”

“The control room has two entrances. Hard to control,” said The Reach.

“We might be overwhelmed,” said Succubus. “Captain?”

“Depends who Flip-Flop throws out. Demo we can probably handle; the other two maybe not. But we can drive something up to block the door and slow him or her from getting back.”

“It will have to do,” said The Reach. “Get someone in a truck to block the door; we’re going in. Now.”

They gave the officer enough time to get the truck moving and on the property. Succubus reached out and checked the door. It was unlocked, so she threw it open.

Lockers blocked the entrance.

“Really?” said Flip-Flip. She flexed her hands and mentally grabbed the lockers. They didn’t move.[5] “That rat has welded them together so they’re too big to go through the door. Then I’ll push.” The fused lockers flew backward and through the wall to the room beyond.

Bartkowski whimpered. “My office.”

The Reach said, “Wait for it.”

There was the sound of the lockers sliding out.

“He’s moved them,” Flip-Flop reported. “I can’t see him so I’m going in.” She flew in like a bullet[6] and Scrap Iron flew out. He caught himself in mid-air and charged back in.

The Reach gave a thumbs-up to Succubus and extended a long thread of himself into the building. He spotted Lovebite who spotted him back, but he managed to get into the control room before she could act.

Sewer King saw him as he re-formed. “Gopher!” he shouted. “For you!”

The ground softened under The Reach and swallowed his feet and ankles.

Succubus stood in the shadow of the door she had opened and disappeared. She appeared right behind Lovebite, who was striding for the door.[7] Succubus hit Lovebite hard and bounced her off the wall. Lovebite fell down, unconscious.

The door to the women’s bathroom opened, and a grenade flew in to land before The Reach.[8] The Reach engulfed it with one rubbery hand.

Flip-Flop zipped past Scrap Pile and took up a spot at the entrance to the hall that led to the control room. “Go!” she shouted to Succubus, as the lockers slid across the floor to block them in, pushing Scrap Pile on the way. “He can move that, but it will keep him busy.”

The ground under The Reach softened again, and he fell farther down, to his chest. A normal man would have been trapped.

The lockers slid away again. Scrap Pile was standing there. “You’re not as good as I am,” he said.

“But I’m much more annoying, and cuter, too,” said Flip-Flop.

In the control room, Sewer King was pecking at controls. The Reach stretched out from where he was[9] and grabbed Sewer King from where he was and threw him into the women’s bathroom, at Demo.[10]

Flip-Flop heard, “Let me try, brother,” and a metallic Fusion was standing there and swung at her.[11] Fusion hit, but Flip-Flop smiled at him. “See? Annoying.”

Succubus opened the door to the control room and stepped in. There was only The Reach chest-deep in the floor. “Where’s Sobek? —Sewer King.”

“Bathroom.” The Reach inclined his head to the side.

“I’ll protect the panel. Can you get out?”

“Been busy.”[12]

Flip-Flop backed up to guard the door. “Hey, Scrappy-Doo. Your brother can’t really hit hard at all.” She reached out to Scrap Pile’s brain but was rattled by the hit and couldn’t hit him.

Scrap Pile growled and the mass of fused lockers blocked all three of them in.

Fusion swung again at Flip-Flop and missed.

Outside, Sewer King snarled and leaped back into the control room. He hit The Reach solidly and his tail lashed out at Succubus.[13] She stepped out of the way.

The Reach oozed out of the ground and reached out to grab Demo, then slammed her against the ground. Her costume absorbed all of the damage, but she was at least lying down.

Succubus tried to reach Sewer King, but he was too far away. Rather than ’port over to him, she stayed there. Every moment the panel was protected was a moment the city was protected.

Demo slowly got up and said, “You? I’ve got something special for you.”

“Don’t damage the controls,” cried Sewer King.

“Damn,” said Demo

Flip-Flop reached out mentally and twisted both brothers’ brains.[14]

“She’s doing the brain thing again!” said Scrap Iron. A bit of his costume detached and tried to fasten itself over her eyes.[15] This was the first time that Fusion had experienced it, and he screamed in pain. His swing was wild and hit the wall, making a hole.

Inside the control room, the ground softened under Succubus’ feet; she stepped aside. Sewer King also leapt at her[16] but missed with both his fist and tail. She reached out and touched Sewer King’s side, taking some of his life force[17] but she sensed he was vital; she might not be able to do it again.

In the outside chamber, Flip-Flop twisted their brains again. Fusion fell unconscious but Scrap Pile was holding on. Another metal piece flew off his costume[18] and wrapped around her head. “Gotcha!”

Flip-Flop concentrated. The last time they met, he had done this, and she had defeated it in the same way. She looked just past the metal and hit his brain again.

He fell down. She sighed and turned to the control room.

In the control room,  the ground softened under Succubus and she sidestepped it again. Sewer King roared again and pushed himself to his feet.

The Reach looked at all of them and oozed out of the hole, then said, “You’re just a nuisance,” to Demo. He[19] wrapped his hand around Demo and immobilized her.

Succubus reached out and touched Demo.[20]

“What are you doing?” screamed Demo. She struggled but she couldn’t get free.

“What I do,” replied Succubus.

Flip-Flop flew in. “I think you’re the only one who can knock out Sewer King,” The Reach told her.

“On it,” said Flip-Flop. She touched her temple and said,[21] “His mind is tough.”

The ground softened again,[22] and  Succubus stepped aside again. Sewer King charged[23] and hit her, knocking her aside, and his tail swished in the air over her head. The Reach slid his other stretched hand between Sewer King and Succubus.[24]

Flip-Flop[25] hit Sewer King’s mind successfully but that wasn’t enough. Sewer King roared and batted The Reach’s hand away. He swished his tail at Succubus but missed her.

The ground softened under where she stepped to avoid the tail, and she stumbled, partly caught by the ground.[26] The Reach made a sound, then caught himself. He knew her limitations, so he gave her shadow to work with, while tightening his grip on Demo.[27]

With the shadow, Succubus could teleport into the shadow of The Reach’s other hand, and she grabbed an exposed part of Demo. “Sorry to use you as a first aid station.”[28]

Demo squirmed[29] but couldn’t get free.

Flip-Flop called ut, “The expression is ‘Sorry not sorry.’”

“Oh. Then that,” Succubus replied.

Flip-Flop  tried again to hit Sewer King’s mind.[30] The crocodile-human fell unconscious.

The Reach said quietly, “Demo next, please. I’d like to let go.”

Succubus[31] said, equally quietly, “There’s an open tunnel entrance in the women’s washroom. I’m on it.” She ran and dove into the hole.

Flip-Flop said, “You’re supposed to wait for us! Also,  I think Sewer King has been broadcasting this.”[32] Demo sagged and The Reach gratefully set her down. “Digger guy, you should give up. Come here and things will be better for you.”

A moment later, Succubus reappeared. “He’s gone. Tunneled out and filled in the hole after him. The hostages are there, tied up.”

“And we have the rest of the gang’s supers,” said The Reach. “That’s a good morning’s work.”

Flip-Flop checked her phone. “And I still have time to make my class! See you!” She flew off.

“And I have work,” Succubus said.

“It was a mistake for me to become a full-time superhero, wasn’t it?” said The Reach. “Go do your days. And tell the police to get in here.”

To be done

Next Flight Skybikes

I don’t think these stats have been published yet.

Handling Speed Structure Armor Other
7 4 3
  • Instruments, radio Poor (2) Super senses
  • Useful equipment  Average (3) Gadgets

Sewer King (Birthright)




Game Mechanics

[1] Flip-Flop pays a Determination Point for this retcon.

[2] Succubus and The Reach make Intellect rolls, difficulty 4. The Reach makes his (4+1+2) but Succubus fails (5-2).

[3] I’d charge her, but I consider it part of the retcon she already made.

[4] Or the additional Determination Point.

[5] Not too heavy; the lockers are too big to go in the door.

[6] Does she grab him? 6>4, so yes, a moderate success.

[7] She hits: 7>4, so a roll for a slam too; 7>3, so a major success, and Lovebite is slammed against the wall (there’s nowhere else to go), so she takes an additional 5 Stamina and is out.

[8] She gets 5>(4-2), so a major success…except that The Reach is going to stunt Sensory Resistance, using “Not his first rodeo” Costs him his determination point

[9] He gets an 8>6, so he’s got a strong enough grip to yank.

[10] I’m not even going to roll for it, because I doubt he aimed.

[11] His prowess is high, but he rolls -1, so it’s 5>3, no slam, but 7 Stamina.  Still, the force field soaks up most of it.

[12] He stunts Alternate Form Fluid, but he’s taking a Lost Panel to pay for it.

[13] His tail uses Prowess 6, but misses: 4<5.

[14] Flip-Flop spends her Determination Point to stunt Fast Attack, and hits both of them with Mental Blast: 10>5, 6>4, so both take 6 Stamina

[15] Scrap Pile stunts Dazzle, so she gets a Determination Point back. His roll, though is 4-2<4, and he misses.

[16] He rolled badly: 6-3<5

[17] Well, good roll, but he’s stronger than she has Energy Drain, so not likely to happen again: 10>7, but she takes 3 Stamina.

[18] His willpower is 5, her coordination is 4: he hits with 5+2>4

[19] Excellent roll. 8>3, so a massive success.

[20] 7>5, so 2 Stamina

[21] But she doesn’t hit with the mental blast: 4<6 and 2< 6

[22] Gopher rolls poorly: 2<5+2 because Succubus is being defensive now.

[23] She’s in defensive mode, but that’s not enough. 6+2>5+2

[24] Question: is Demo on the same side of the wall as Succubus? 47% yes.

[25] Fast Mental attack on Sewer King: both hit. 7>6, 11>6

[26] However, she spends her determination point on recovery.

[27] He and Succubus both get a Determination Point for teamwork; for the “wrestling” hold,  he maintains his hold but doesn’t improve it (1<3)

[28] Hitting isn’t a problem; she’s in a full hold. For Energy Drain, Succubus gets 8>5, so 3 more stamina and Demo is that much closer to unconscious.

[29] Her Strength check is 4=4, marginal success, no effect.

[30] This time is a major success: 10>6, so 6 stamina

[31] Succubus spends her Determination Point on GM Insight, and the GM tells her that she noticed an open hole in the ground in the women’s washroom.

[32] To hit Demo, she gets 9>5, and Demo falls unconscious.

[33] So many characters that I went with a simple table in initiative order, with attack and defense values. Damage I can remember or look up.

Monday, December 12, 2022

It's a shame... (Idea du jour)

...that the Lester Dent estate probably wouldn’t let it (he died in 1959, but there are mentions of the estate in 2015, so I presume it’s a going concern), but golly, “Lester Dent Pulp RPG” would be a fine name for what it says on the tin.

Friday, December 9, 2022

Next Flight: Sewer Kings 3c The Ambush

Icons

This is from Victory RPG’s Sewer Kings.

House Rules:

  • Prone people are +2 to hit hand-to-hand, absent cover.
  • Spend an advantage when using Regeneration and get your Regeneration level in Strength back.

The Ambush

Flip-Flop was above the buildings, using binoculars to look down at the roar. “Traffic’s heavy. Why don’t they transfer prisoners at three a.m.?”[1]

Thursday, December 8, 2022

Next Flight: Flying Solo 2d (bonus) Raiders of The Lost Torc

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House Rules

  • Prone people are +2 to hit hand-to-hand, absent cover.
  • Regeneration with an advantage gives back Strength levels.
  • You can use Fast Attack with all your powers, but it costs an Advantage to switch between attacks in a panel. (That is, you can punch twice, but it’s an Advantage to punch and blast.)

This builds off the scenes in Victory RPG’s Flying Solo, which was written by Fran Vaughan as an M&M Superlink module for Mutants & Masterminds 2nd edition. (When I converted characters, I used the same artwork as in the module, but I don’t see attribution on them. Anyway: no intent to infringe or take money; if it’s an issue, please contact me at jhmcmullen@gmail.com and I’ll remove the artwork.)

The adventure itself has been presented as parts a-c, but it’s more a toolkit for use in a campaign. So instead, I present a scene where I just bring almost everyone together. Because of what happens in the next part of Sewer Kings, this bonus part has to happen here; besides, I originally set it for the same day.

Raiders of the Lost Torc

Across the street, yellow police tape still marked the entrance to the museum. There were no obvious policemen, but they had seen the night watchman pass.

Wednesday, December 7, 2022

Next Flight: Flying Solo 2c A Day At The Museum (Succubus)

Icons

House Rules

  • Prone people are +2 to hit hand-to-hand, absent cover.
  • Regeneration with an advantage gives back Strength levels.
  • You can use Fast Attack with all your powers, though it costs an Advantage to switch between modes. (That is, you can punch twice, but it’s an Advantage to punch and blast.)

Credit for the story goes to Victory RPG’s Flying Solo, which I presume is written by Fran Vaughan as an M&M Superlink module for Mutants & Masterminds 2nd edition. When I converted characters, I used the same artwork as in the module, but I don’t see attribution on them. Anyway: no intent to infringe or take money; if it’s an issue, please contact me at jhmcmullen@gmail.com and I’ll remove the artwork.

A Day At The Museum

At work at the museum, Emily Morgan invited Tara Kleine to lunch. Tara’s first inclination was to refuse—and then she remembered that both Flip-Flop and The Reach had told her that she needed to get out more, and needed to meet more people.

Saturday, December 3, 2022

Next Flight: Sewer Kings 3b Cleaning The Sewers

Icons

This is from Victory RPG’s Sewer Kings.

House Rules

  • Prone people are +2 to hit hand-to-hand, absent cover.

Cleaning The Sewers

The Reach was humming while he worked in the headquarters. He was humming because it had been a good dinner and evening, and he was working because the headquarters always needed something. Silkworm, the original owner, had jury-rigged everything; jury-rigs eventually fail. In about three years, he figured, he would have replaced everything with real fixes and it would be the HQ of Theseus. Today he was fixing the combat simulator. Last week the Trouncy Castle had knocked Flip-Flop into a wall and left a dent, misaligning one of the projectors. (At some point alien friends of Silkworm had given her hard light technologies and the combat simulator’s mechanisms were—pardon the expression—utterly opaque to anyone not familiar.)

Friday, December 2, 2022

Felewin & Ninefingers 2 — A Step Off The Road (Actual Play)

Iron Gauntlets

Felewin and Ninefingers 2. Actually posted December 3, 2025 but backdated because it was done long ago.

Felewin & Ninefinges 1: The Haunted Graveyard —::— Felewin & Ninefinges 3: TThe Sanctuary Ruin

A Step Off The Road[1]

The dozen lean wolves chased them to the edge of the river. After Felewin and Ninefingers jumped in to the cold water, one or two actually put paws in the water, but they went no farther, because the river was fast and deep.

Felewin and Ninefingers saw the wolves for only a moment, because the current carried them down, toward the coast, toward the Black Forest. The river clutched at them and pulled, trying to duck them and drown them. It took most of Felewin’s strength to keep his head up. He was not numb yet but it was painfully cold and he knew numbness was coming. Ninefingers had been thrashing; he went down and did not surface again.

Felewin dived, trying to find the goblin’s scrawny body. Nothing; he dived again. Nothing. Had it been too long? How long was too long with goblins? He dived again. This time he brushed against something and grabbed it. He felt cloth, tried to look at it in the murky water, couldn’t, pulled it up.

It was Ninefingers.

It took all of Felewin’s strength to keep both of them afloat.

It wasn’t until much later that the river slowed, and they ended in a bend where Felewin could drag them both out.

#[2]

Felewin shook out his mail hauberk and set it in on the boulder, in the sun. He stored the hauberk in oiled cloth, but it was still wet and might rust. It needed to be dried and sanded and oiled.

Ninefingers was stretched on the field, naked but for a breechcloth. His greenish skin glistened from the river. His clothes were stretched out on the grass beside him, at waist-height for him: the grass was that tall.

The sun felt good on Felewin’s naked back as he sorted his belongings. The food had dissolved in water or turned into a gooey mass. He kept his sword near, in case there were things about.

Probably they were still the Black Forest. The river had taken them downstream. They were not at the coast yet; Felewin had only heard dim tales that there was a coast.

“Well, we didn’t get eaten by wolves,” Felewin said.

The goblin didn’t open his eyes. “But we lost all our food.”

“Pretty much. Cheese blob? Nowhere to keep it.”

“Thanks.” As Ninefingers chewed, he said around the cheese, “I set traps. Noose won’t hold more’n a bird or squirrel, but it might help.”

“You know, wolves don’t normally attack people,” Felewin said.

“Starving, by the looks of them. Maybe something else out-hunted them?”

#[3]

Felewin’s own breechclout was still damp, but the sun was going down, and it got cold at night. He went to the boulder to get his clothes—and saw that his mail hauberk was gone. He grabbed his sword and slowly got dressed. He checked behind the boulder. No, his clothes were there. The leather was stiff from the water, and he pounded it absently before putting it on.[4]

Ninefingers came out of the forest bearing a dead rabbit. “Behold the conquering hero! And it’s easy to skin!”

“Put your clothes on. Be ready.”

The goblin tilted his head, then draped the dead rabbit on a tuft of grass and dressed.

In a low voice he asked what was going on. Still scanning the area, Felewin told him.

“Griffin? They like shiny things. Like innards.”

“What gets me is that I didn’t notice the noise. That’s chain. It makes some sound.”

“That’s because we’re not noisy, like some people,” said a high, sibilant voice.

A group of small, reptilian humanoids stepped from the tall grass. The grass was nearly as tall as they were. They had spears: small knives bound to sticks. Felewin slowly sheathed his sword.

#[5]

“Lizard-people?” asked Ninefingers.

“Tiny lizard people?” corrected Felewin.

“Kobolds! We are kobolds!” said the one who had already spoken. Another kobold began to sing, but the first one silenced him with a gesture. “And we won’t be pushed around anymore.” A kobold shook the sharp end of his spear in Felewin’s face.

“We weren’t pushing,” said Felewin.

“Coming right to the edge of our city, taking our food supply…you were pushing.” He paused a moment, waiting for a response. Felewin made none. “Very well. The mail was simply a rental fee. For the use of our fine field.” He looked at the rabbit. “And we’ll have to charge for the coney, too.”

“We’re lost,” said Felewin.

“Oh, a finder’s fee!” said one of the kobolds—perhaps the one who had started singing. Felewin couldn’t tell them apart, except the lead kobold wore a badge and a slightly different jerkin. “We found you!”

“Let me handle this,” said Ninefingers, “because it looks like everything you say will lead to a fee.”

Felewin said to Ninefingers in a quiet voice, “I have a few silver if they’ll take that instead of my mail.”

Ninefingers said, “Shhh! They’ll take that as well as your mail.”

“Are you his servant? Because there’s a servant fee,” said the lead kobold.

“I’m not his servant. I’m his—” What was a good word for what he was? “His companion.”

“Companion fee! Companion fee!” shouted one of the other kobolds.

Felewin said to Ninefingers, “You’re related to them. Surely you can make them see light.”

“First of all, no, I’ve never seen them before. Second, you’re more closely related to every stinking human on the continent. Can you make them all see the same thing?”

“Hey!” said the lead kobold. “No big words!”

“Big word fee! Big word fee!” The excitable kobold jumped up and down until a fellow kobold hit him on the head.

“Can we see your boss or leader?” asked Ninefingers.

“He’s too busy to see you!”

“We’ll wait,” said Felewin. Ninefingers looked at him. “Sometimes people would wait for days to see my father, and he was just hearing cases.”

The kobold nodded. “You’ll have to hand over your sword.” Felewin looked at him. The kobold said, “No fee this time.”

“Unless the kobold holding it charges you a holding fee,” added another kobold helpfully.

The pair gathered their things. A kobold took the rabbit. Another tried to take Felewin’s sword—he refused to relinquish it.

Ninefingers handed over his dagger. “You know, in an Aprak nest, disputes are resolved immediately. That’s why we sound so sad in the human world.”

“That’s the reason?”

“It could be that I’m just not jolly,” admitted Ninefingers.

#

“Behold!” squeaked the lead kobold, as they stood in the woods.

Three shacks sat in a clearing. They were in use, but they had obviously not been maintained in years. The grass was high around them, and the trees loomed at the edge of the clearing.

“A company of adventurers?” A splash of paint marked a sunrise on the side of one building. “That looks kind of like the emblem of the Golden Helm Society.”

“Loggers,” said Ninefingers. “They were going to tame the great woods. Came to our nest looking for orclins to do brute force work.”

Felewin squinted. It didn’t really look like a golden helm. “It didn’t work out?”

“No, we don’t associate with orclins. They’re animals.”

“I meant the logging—

A stick hit Felewin in the middle of his back. “Stop talking! Behold the wonder that is...” He chirped, then chirruped, then squeaked.

“Pardon?” asked Felewin.

“In your tongue...Koboldia!”

“Where?”

“The buildings!”

“It’s glorious,” Ninefingers assured him. “Can we go now?”

“I need my mail,” said Felewin. “I can’t afford to buy a replacement.”

#[6]

A cloud passed over the sun. Felewin glanced up—the sky had been clear today, until now.

Great wings blocked the light. They stood in the shadow of a bird so huge, it blocked the sun.

Not a bird. Felewin saw the trailing legs and the leading forepaws. A griffin, perhaps? And it blocked the sun because it was low—it skimmed the tree-tops and dropped into the clearing. It was as large as a boar, perhaps, but the wings were huge, reaching as far as four men across.

No, not a griffin: it had no beak. The face was more feline. Definitely fanged.

The thing grabbed a kobold by the scruff of the neck, shook it violently, and swallowed him in two gulps. The beast was standing by the entrance to one building, and another kobold disappeared down its gullet.[7]

Without thinking, Felewin drew his sword and began running across the clearing. He had to distract the beast. With luck, it wasn’t poisonous or didn’t breathe fire or emit dangerous fumes—

His sword bit into the thing’s haunch, right beside the tail of a bird. His sword hit something—bone?—and stuck there.

#[8]

That hurt made the beast drop the kobold in its mouth and turn to Felewin to swipe at him with a massive paw. The claws whistled as they passed him. Felewin yanked at his sword to no effect, and the thing flew off.

Felewin screamed in frustration. “It has my sword!” He balled his hands into fists and no kobold dared go near him. “Now I have nothing! Nothing!”

Ninefingers said, “But you’re still alive.”

“Yes, but—”

“Would you rather be dead and have your sword, or alive and without?”

Felewin relaxed his hands. “You’re right. Alive.” He shook out his arms. The kobolds were all staring. “Shall we go?”

[9]

According to the kobolds, the smallest shack was the royal shack. “It has a door that works,” confided the lead kobold. Before they went in, Felewin asked him his name. He clacked his jaw and made a hissing sound. “Pok-hiss?” asked Felewin.

“You’re not getting the tones right.” The kobold repeated it.

“He can’t hear them,” said Ninefingers. “He’s just a human.”

“Oh,” said Pok-hiss, who reached up to the handle, unlatched the door, and entered. The door stopped about a hand’s-width from the jamb, so each kobold went in easily, Ninefingers with only a little difficulty, and Felewin looked at the door in disgust. He kicked the soil, trying to open the door farther, then managed to get it open wide enough to squeeze in.

The room smelled of kobold, a musky reptilian smell. Felewin blinked in the semi-darkness. The floor was covered with leaves and scraps of cloth, arranged into sloppy nests. Most of the nests were occupied; the occupants were by decoration kobold females. That was the only way Felewin could detect the difference in sex.

“The king has a harem?” he asked Ninefingers in a low voice.

Ninefingers shook his head. “No, he’s the protector until they lay their eggs.”

Something poked Felewin in the thigh, and he stepped forward, almost stepping in a nest with every step. He felt large and awkward in this room. Finally, he reached the counter, where a brawny kobold sat, almost as wide as Ninefingers.

“Kneel!”

Ninefingers knelt. Felewin said, “If I kneel, I’ll hurt someone.” He did bow his head.

The brawny kobold said, “Oh. You may stand.”

“This is King—” Pok-hiss chirped three times, each chirp slightly different. “But human, you can call him Totinkin.” He looked firmly at Ninefingers. “But you have to get it right.”

Felewin saw Ninefingers roll his eyes.

“Do not speak until I speak,” said the king. Felewin nodded. “Not even nodding.” His voice was deeper than that of any other kobold they had met, which meant it was a medium-high-pitched squeak.

“We are honored to meet you, your Highness,” said Felewin.

“No speaking until I speak.”

“But you spoke,” said Felewin reasonably. At his side, Ninefingers sighed.

“I wasn’t speaking as the king then, and I’m not now, I’m speaking to help you. When I speak as the king, you’ll know, by the extra rich sound of my voice,” said the king.

“Sorry,” said Felewin.

“No, no speaking yet.” He cleared his throat. “We wonder what your intentions are, in the fair land of Koboldia.”

Felewin remained silent. Ninefingers hit him on the hip. Felewin shook his head.

“That was my extra rich voice,” said the king. “You can talk now.”

“Oh.”

“He can’t hear the extra tones,” said Ninefingers helpfully. “Humans. You know.”

Felewin scowled at Ninefingers. “O king, we are strangers in your land, and came upon it by accident. We were escaping wolves—”

“Hungry wolves.”

“—and ended up here.”

“You have our permission to stay.”

“Your fees have left us quite bereft of funds,” said Ninefingers. The king stared at him. “We have no money left.”

The king thought about this. Finally, he said, “Then you must perform a service for us.”

“He already opened the door,” said Pok-hiss, unable to contain his excitement any longer.

The king thought about this. “Then you may have one fee given back.”

“My hauberk, please.” Ninefingers covered his face with his hand.

“But your hauberk is worth the staying on the land fee and the protection from beasts fee.”

I’m the one who scared it away.”

“You did? You scared it away?” He turned to Pok-hiss. “Is this true?”

Pok-hiss switched to kobold-speak, and hisses, chirps, and squeaks filled the space between them. Finally the king turned to them and said, “Get rid of the monster, and all debts are canceled.”

“Including time needed for healing afterward?” asked Ninefingers.

“Yes,” said the king.

“And room and lodging until the monster leaves?”

“Yes,” said the king.

“And a new sword?” asked Felewin.

“No,” said the king. “We are a new nation. We need our swords.”

Pok-hiss said, “We don’t really have swords.”

Felewin sighed. “All right. I swear.”

#[10]

Having obtained the king’s permission to camp outside, they sat around the fire eating the squirrel from Ninefingers’ other snare. “The problem is going to be killing it with no weapons,” said Felewin. “I have nothing but a knife. I suppose I could make spears…” He licked juices from his fingers. “Any more?”

“None. And I had no luck finding plants.”

“The beast is too big to get in the forest, so it must be hunting clearings—but I can’t imagine there are enough clearings. Not this near a river.”

“Logging,” said Ninefingers. “They opened it up.”[11]

A squeak sounded to one side. Ninefingers saw a female kobold standing by the edge of the light, by a tree. Felewin said, “We won’t hurt you.”

Without moving, she said, “Thank you. You saved lover.” Even though it was in the common tongue, most was inaudible to Felewin. Ninefingers translated.

The two of them talked while Felewin watched, with Ninefingers asking many questions, and the kobold struggling to answer in the common tongue. Finally, the kobold slipped away.

Ninefingers chortled happily. “Found a grave, I think. And the Corrough bury with weapons.”

Felewin started to rise. “Let’s go!”

“I’ll go. We need it by tomorrow, so speed is important. I can see in the dark and you can’t. I don’t want to be responsible for you when you’re walking into trees and tripping over roots.”

“But it’s a tomb!”

“I started in grave-robbing. It’s a cairn. Worst I can see will be a ghost, and I know how to handle those.”

Felewin sank down. “All right. If you insist. I can wrestle a wight for you, though.”

“No, but—thanks.”

#[12]

Ninefingers checked the stars again. Yes. He was going in the right direction. There. A pile of rocks, surrounded by a ring of mushrooms.

Ninefingers looked at the mushrooms. They were almost never a gate to the fey lands, but.... He threw a stone into the ring, without hitting the cairn.

Nothing happened.

There were traps that were only activated by a living being, but he had no cat or mole to throw in. He took a deep breath and stepped over the ring.

Again, nothing happened.

He looked at the quarter moon. It was a third of the way up the sky, so he had some time. He wished he had a pry bar, but the rocks didn’t look too large: most of them were smaller than his head. He had not wanted Felewin along for all the reasons he said, and one more: he didn’t intend to replace the rocks afterward.

He was shaking. Okay, I’m nervous.

Ninefingers began to dig. Hours later, nearly at the body, he began to feel the tingle in his skin that often heralded the approach of some tomb guardian. He swore, and loosened his dagger, and kept throwing rocks.

He deliberately didn’t unveil the body’s head or arms or legs: if the body were possessed by some guardian spirit, he didn’t need it to grab him. In a cairn, swords were normally placed at the side of the deceased, for a lesser warrior, or on the chest, for a greater fighter. In this case, he was betting on the side: although they might not have known about the river, he figured a significant fighter would have been burned. He wanted the sword, not the guardian.

There was no sword at its side. Was the deceased left-handed? Ninefingers scraped stones back in place, then scampered to the other side and dug there, testing with one hand before he exposed more.

Nothing. Check the chest, then. Perhaps he had been buried without a sword, or he had an axe, or a bow—could Felewin even use a bow? Ninefingers had never seen him.

No: there was the sword, a long sword with a cruciform guard on the chest of the dead person. From the clothes, the deceased had been a woman. The sword was rusty only in spots—she must not have died that long ago, or it would be rusted all over. The sword was not exceptional, and would not have fetched an extravagant price. It was only unusual in being long. But—from what he saw of her—she had been tall.

He grabbed the sword by its rope-wrapped hilt, and felt that it was slick with mold. He pulled the sword free; it was almost as tall as he was. And then he heard a murmur. He wasn’t sure what it was, and he looked around. The river? But the trees in the way kept you from hearing the river: the noise drowned in wind among their leaves. There was no scabbard; or if there was, he wasn’t going to look for it. He still felt the tingle, but there was no guardian that he could see.

Just nerves.

He took a length of twine and tied the sword so he could carry it back.

An owl hooted, and he jerked in sudden surprise. Okay. I’m scared.

And then he ran.

#[13]

Felewin had most of the rust off. The blade was discolored with it, patches of it along the blade, filling the odd grooves the sword had. He had done his best to clean off the hilt, though if he had string he would re-wrap it. While his mentor might not have approved of the job, Felewin knew what he had started with, and the sword held an edge. Ninefingers had caught another squirrel and managed to find some insects. Felewin’s stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten much yesterday, and this squirrel had to be split between them. Finally, he was ready. He took the sword in hand and started by swinging it.

“It’s longer than mine. Corrough, isn’t it?” He tried swinging again. He could feel the extra weight in his shoulders. The blade moved slower than he liked, too. And the tip wasn’t sharp enough. He guessed the Corrough style didn’t involve a lot of thrusting. He didn’t mention it, though. Ninefingers had done a nice thing, thinking of a replacement.

Felewin lifted the tip of the sword and tried thrusting, then stopped. “Did you hear that?”

“The kobolds? Now that I know what to listen for, I can’t not hear them.”

“No. A woman.” He frowned. “Maybe in distress.” Then he laughed. “Oh, it’s the sword. It’s supposed to make a whistling sound when you whip it overhead. You don’t get all of it because of the rust.”

“Just what we need.” Ninefingers wrested a piece of savory meat off the squirrel. “You know what this needs?”

“Six more the same size?”

“Yes, but I meant salt. Some herbs. Maybe some carrots.”

Felewin sat down cross-legged. “I’ll have my half before you’ve imagined a feast and made me hungrier.”

They ate in silence, drawing the meal out as much as they could. Too soon they were done. “Well,” said Ninefingers, “that’s breakfast. Do you have a plan for the birdcat-thing?”

“Kill it.” said Felewin.

“Your cause is just, so you will have the strength of five,” said Ninefingers sarcastically. “You have to get to it first. How are you going to do that?”

“I was thinking of a poisoned lamb or goat or something staked in the clearing there. And then, while it’s busy, kill it. And we haven’t got poison or a goat. What does that thing feed on?”

“Kobolds.”

“I don’t think they’d be okay with us staking a couple of kobolds in a clearing.” Felewin said thoughtfully, “You could do it, though.” Ninefingers stared at him. “You wouldn’t even need to be staked. It comes in for a landing and then you run like stink.”

“No, I’d have to stick around to keep its attention while you fight it. And the second you get hit by those wings, it’s over.”

“Boulders. There’s a gully between hills that I crossed last night. When it comes in for the attack, you roll a boulder down in it and pin it. Then it doesn’t leave and you can finish it off.”

“That doesn’t seem really sporting.” Felewin held up a hand. “I know, it’s not sport. And it has a huge wingspan.” He took his last bite of squirrel and then said, “Do you know anything about rocks and rockslides?”

“You do have to know whether the crypt you’re going to enter is safe.”

#[14]

A sound woke Felewin. A rainstorm in the distance? He didn’t want to go under the trees with the bugs, but if it was raining, he didn’t want to get wet. He lay still, listening.

“—ust die. It must die.” A woman’s voice, heavily accented. He grabbed the hilt of the sword—

—and she was there, before him. Tall, muscular, plain. “You must kill it,” she said. She had a Corrough accent.

“The winged beast?”

“Yes. It killed me when I fought it.” Ninefingers stirred, so Felewin got up and walked into the woods, keeping an eye on landmarks. He did not want to get lost, but he did not want the sound to bother Ninefingers either. She followed him, walking even though she didn’t touch the ground. When they stopped, he could almost imagine she was really there, and it was just the moonlight and the dappling of trees that made her seem insubstantial.

“Here. The wings hit you?”

“No—poison. There is a gland in its mouth—poison killed me. Instantly.”

“And now you seek justice.”

She nodded. “There were so many things I wanted to do. Right wrongs, marry, have children....”

He smiled. “That sounds like my plan for my life.”

“I’m sorry we never met. I am—I was—Glendaras of the clan Olerrough.”

“Felewin. Not a member of a clan or house.”

“How many children do you want?”

“As many as I can have—but I need a title first.”

“I needed honor...but there is no honor in an unmarked grave.”

“Your sword is long but well-maintained.”

“I am tall. It saw much use.”

“I am used to a small sword. Two edged, yes, but also for thrusting.”

She laughed. “A small sword is a knife! A real man uses a sword that can take a hand and a half.”

“I’m worried. We have not enough food, so we must find the beast and kill it in a day or three. I have a strange beast, little help, an unfamiliar sword...”

“If you let me...I can possess your body. You would at least have the advantage of someone who knows the sword and has fought the beast. And I have fought the thing many times in my imagination.”

“My fight is mine alone.”

“Of course. So long as my sword is involved in its death, honor will be satisfied.” She leaned forward. “You are very much like the husband I imagined having. Tell me of the wife you foresee...”

#[15]

The next day, Felewin went to the proposed trap site without mentioning Glendaras to Ninefingers. He started the day tired: he and Glendaras had talked until late about—well, about the beast, certainly, but about everything else.

By nightfall, the rocks were in place and Felewin felt more confident with the sword, but not enough: it was twice as long as the one he was used to.

The snares, however, were empty. Ninefingers had found some bitter roots, and they chewed those slowly.

A kobold stood in the twilight at the edge of the clearing. “Why are you still here? Why does that beast still live?”

“And hello to you, Pok-hiss,” said Ninefingers. “We’re fine, thank you for not asking.”

“There’s a fee for staying without killing.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Felewin said. “We’re—”

“Ah,” Ninefingers said over him. “We have to charge you the rock-movement fee. How much is the staying without killing fee?”

“Depends,” said Pok-hiss. “How much is the rock-movement fee?”

#[16]

I would rather have a lamb, thought Felewin, as Ninefingers tried to prance in the clearing. Ninefingers does not look appetizing.

In fact, Ninefingers looked awkward and mostly naked. This time, he had affected a limp. In the beginning, Ninefingers had spoken—“Oh, I am lame!”—but had given that up as he tired.

Pok-hiss said that the beast fed mostly at twilight, but that might have been because that’s when the kobolds were out. Glendaras said it also fed at noon: something that big had to feed often. So they were trying to entice it at dawn, noon, and dusk. This was noon, and it was a merciless hot noon, away from the cooling breezes of the river. Felewin was sweating in his leather and mail.

Felewin yawned, and in that time Ninefingers disappeared and the beast appeared. He pulled the rope and it broke. He swore. Below he could hear the low drumbeats of wings and Ninefinger’s cries. He moved to the side of the pile and grabbed the stick that the rope was attached to, and yanked, then pulled his arm away.

The rocks rolled down the hillside with a satisfying roar. Even the beast had to notice that, and Felewin ran behind them, at one point outpacing some rocks. It spread its wings to fly away—

Ah. The rocks pinned one wing of the beast. Felewin drew the sword, because the beast was tugging and he had to disable the other wing. He stepped up to hit the thing’s wing, his sword hit nicely—but too near the hilt. He was standing too close.

Could have told you, said Glendaras in his mind.

He tugged hard—the sword had bit into the creature’s flesh—and now he had its attention. It swiped at him with one large paw, and he managed to dodge, but almost lost the sword. From the corner of his eye he could see Ninefingers had already made the trees.

A yank—and the paw hit him hard, like those falling boulders.[17] The mail protected him from the claws, but the blow knocked the breath from him. He hit the ground, hard, his hand numb around the sword. The thing was strong, like a bear but worse.[18]

He struggled to his feet. The moss gave him a good grip. The thing would have attacked him but the rockfall held it back. He waited a few seconds while he got his breath and then waded closer again. The thing mewled piteously, like a cat.

Too close! cried Glendaras.

The big sword sank into the thing’s shoulder, right where the wing joined its back. He grunted as he pulled it free. When he was standing this close, he didn’t get the clean slash he should have. He counted too much on the sharp point to graze the target, and that wasn’t happening with this sword. He staggered back.

The thing pulled hard on its wing. Stones grumbled and then it was loose. It tried to take off with a powerful leap—and fell to the ground. Felewin limped to the trees. A pain-maddened creature was twice the threat.

The creature tried to follow him, but Felewin had chosen this spot carefully. It snapped at him and it spittle sprayed him—but it did not latch on to him. A wild swing of its paw slashed his leg but the leather took most of the damage.

Now.[19]

Felewin swung hard, hoping to crush its head. The sword sank into its skull. The thing collapsed. Felewin aimed carefully for a moment. It started to rise again—

Felewin gathered his strength for a stroke that took all his strength and more, that left him dizzy and staggering. Felewin cut off its head.

See? he told his invisible spectator.

Very nice. Except—

He could hear Ninefingers clapping. And then a shadow passed over the clearing.

That’s too small to be the one I fought, Glendaras told him.

He looked up to see the big one landing.

#[20]

Felewin stood motionless as the huge beast walked to the corpse of the other, smaller beast, and then sat and keened. Felewin wished he were hidden; all he could do is stand still, and he was so tired that he felt he was going to fall over.

Still, he mustn’t move. That’s what he told himself.

Yowling, the beast lunged forward. Felewin jumped backward, and if the beast hadn’t seen him then, it did now. He didn’t see Ninefingers around. Good. Get to cover.

For now, the trees were keeping it at bay, and Felewin asked himself if he should even fight it. After all, he had only agreed to kill one monster for the kobolds. The beast backed up and charged again from a different angle. Saplings bent under the force of its—her?—charge and one massive paw grazed Felewin. He managed to bat her away with the blade.

No: the spirit of the agreement was that he would free them from beasts. That was the knightly thing to do.

He took a deep breath and charged. His first hit, while the beast was looking at something (Ninefingers?) was a good one, hitting the beast along one wing. He heard bones crack and smelled the salty blood of the beast. He even managed to avoid the bite, though he was spattered with venom and spittle from the thing.

But then the sword got tangled up in feathers and the flailing wing caught him on the arm, numbing it and knocking him down.

#[21]

Get your sword up! screamed Glendaras[22] in his head.

He got it up in time for a paw to hit mostly the sword but also him, knocking him across the clearing. The shock of landing was so great that he thought he was going to pass out and all he could smell and taste was moss. He was stunned: nothing was working but his mind. He was sure he was going to die.

The beast started to come after him, and there was a distant yelling.

Ninefingers.

The goblin had come out of hiding to dance at the edge of the clearing. The beast glanced at Felewin, who wasn’t moving, folded one wing along its back—the other started to fold but trailed on the ground—and charged the goblin.

Felewin heard the splintering of trees as he tried to breathe, as he tried to move his arms. Even his fingers would be a help.

He managed to get to his feet, using the sword as a cane. Then he used both hands to grip the handle. Get the blade up!

He managed to get the blade up into something resembling a ready position, though his pose was sloppy as a beginner’s. It moved in, fast, and he folded, and went with the leg it used. He rolled on the rock and moss. His eye seemed stuck shut; he touched it with one finger and it came away bloody.

He knew, then. He couldn’t fight this thing.

It was a sad realization, but a true one. With his own sword, maybe. With a month’s practice with this sword, perhaps. But now?

Please, Glendaras. Take this body. Finish the monster.

#

She stepped in, and slowly stood up. Glendaras/Felewin whirled the sword over his head until it whistled, a sound as eerie as a graveyard at night. The beast dove, and he danced away from it as though he had never been hurt. With a scream, he attacked the monster.

#[23]

Ninefingers watched in amazement. Before, Felewin had been tentative and uncertain, but not now. Now he was confident and sure of himself. The trick with whirling the blade? He hadn’t been able to do that before. And Ninefingers was pretty that the scream had been in another language.

Maybe one that Felewin didn’t know.

Ninefingers thought, Suppose I did hear something when I grabbed the sword. Perhaps there was a guardian, the one that I felt. And suppose that it’s the one fighting.

He watched. Felewin had just cut the thing’s leg, hamstringing it. He seemed to be doing okay against it: both were hurt—it hit him again, but both of them were fighting cautiously now.

And, if it is something possessing him, do I want to do anything until the beast is dead?

And, because the answer to that was no, he made sure he was safe, ignored the mosquitoes, and settled in to watch.

#[24]

The thing died, its belly slit open. The stench of open entrails was in the air, and Ninefingers ran forward, slipping on the gore. Felewin, bleeding and broken, stood at the edge of the clearing and gave no sign of recognizing Ninefingers. Then Felewin began to plod, dragging the sword in his hand.

“Felewin?” asked Ninefingers.

The man gave no answer. He walked away.

Toward the river.

#

We’re done, thought Felewin. What are you doing?

Your wounds are grievous, Glendaras told him.

Then I should lie down and rest.

I can take care of you, she told him. Let me wash your hurts.

The body is mine, he protested. They reached the end of the clearing.

Felewin struggled to control his body. He had slowed it to a dull plod but could not take control.

We will be together, Felewin. Death is a lonely time, out here in the wilderness, without someone to say proper rites. We can reside together in the sword.

Felewin insisted, I won’t die.

Felewin sensed Ninefingers near him, tugging, trying to get an arm. He tasted dirt as Ninefingers tripped him. His body began to crawl to the water.

Felewin tried to find some way to grapple with her control.

#

The drone of insects in the summer afternoon was broken only by the scraping of Felewin’s knees on the forest floor and by his harsh breathing, hard as if he’d just run the length of the continent. Ninefingers waved a hand in front of his face. No reaction; Felewin still saw nothing.

He tried, first, redirect Felewin. He was not strong enough to pick the man up and set him in another direction, but he could place obstacles in his way—bushes torn from the ground, for instance.

Felewin went through them.

It was too far to the snares to get any twine to bind him; he needed something local.

Next Ninefingers tried poison creeper, which grew in loose loops in some of the undergrowth. Rashes broke out on Felewin’s skin but he did not stop crawling to scratch at the itch.

He yelled for the kobolds to come. He didn’t know exactly what they could do, but any help—

Pok-hiss popped up. “There is a calling fee.”

“Felewin—he’s possessed. Stop him!”

Pok-hiss drove his spear into Felewin’s boot, by the toe. The leg tugged…and they watched as the spear came out, breaking the shaft because the point was caught in the ground. Blood began to seep from the sole of Felewin’s boot.

Ninefingers hugged the man’s sweaty and bloody thigh and tried to hold it back. No; Felewin was inexorable. One might as well try to stop the river from flowing. “This is what zombies are like,” Ninefingers told Pok-hiss.

The water was only a few paces away, now.

Frantic, Ninefingers stood on the blade of the sword that Felewin was still dragging,[25] and tried to push on his shoulder. It was like trying to stop a horse—but it got a reaction. Felewin, or the thing that controlled him, lifted the sword, dumping him off, and hacked at him. Ninefingers was so surprised that he didn’t roll with the blow until almost too late.

Felewin slowly stood. “Keep him busy,” said Ninefingers to Pok-hiss. “I’m going to get the sword.”

The kobold nodded. “Will that work?”

“I don’t know, but it has to. I can’t swim.”

Pok-hiss grabbed his spear’s two pieces and hit Felewin hard across the knee. Felewin tumbled again, and started dragging himself to the river.

Ninefingers muttered, “Sorry,” and stomped on Felewin’s wrist. It would take too long to cut off his hand. The fingers twitched but did not open. If it were slick, wet— thought Ninefingers, and he looked at the river.

Ninefingers could smell the water, now. He had to get Felewin’s arms wet. He was going to have to get wet.

“Keep him on the ground. I want him to crawl into the water,” he told Pok-hiss. Pok-hiss smiled and with enthusiasm brought the broken stick of his spear across Felewin’s back, bringing the man down.

Still Felewin kept going. The sword blade was in the water now. The cruciform hilt was still in his hand. “Keep him down without hurting him.”

“How?”

“You know what I mean. Don’t pierce him.” Pok-hiss kicked the inside of the man’s elbow. Two more movements. One more.

There!

He dug his fingers into the muck and got them around the guard. He pulled. Felewin pulled back, and he was much stronger than Ninefingers. The sword was almost wrenched free from Ninefingers, when the goblin pushed it and twisted it and then, at the bottom of the push, pulled it up, making a hook shape.

It pulled free. Ninefingers had the impression of a woman screaming, and he threw the sword into the water. It did not fall far from Felewin, only a few paces, but Felewin fell as if he had been the one struggling. His face was nose-deep in the cold water, and Ninefingers struggled to pull him free, with Pok-hiss yanking at one foot.

Not now, thought Ninefingers. Not when he isn’t possessed any more.

He wedged his torso under Felewin’s head, lifted it out of the water. Muddy water streamed out of Felewin’s nose and mouth. Ninefingers stopped then. He had no more strength; fighting Felewin had taken the last of it, and Felewin was too heavy.

He stood there trembling, an Atlas with the weight of the world on his shoulders, unable to move, unwilling to give up.

“I don’t think this situation is covered by the previous agreement with the king,” said Pok-hiss. “How much would you pay if I could get Felewin out?”

“Three silver pieces.” Ninefingers didn’t know how much longer he could do this. The water looked very inviting—

“Five.”

“I only have three. Two copper as well.”

Pok-hiss appeared to think it over while Ninefingers trembled. “A deal.” He chirped and a dozen kobolds appeared and dragged Felewin free.

“I think the deal with the king takes care of the usual lying on the shore fee,” said Pok-hiss ruefully.

Ninefingers staggered to the shore. “It does,” he said, and fell down.

#

When Felewin awoke, he hobbled over to the smaller beast and retrieved his sword, still stuck in the thing’s rump. Half of the meat had been removed, and ants swarmed over the rest. The kobolds invited them to the feast, and finally Felewin was full: there were two beasts’ worth of meat to eat. For a fee, they showed the old logging path that had led to the buildings.

Felewin tried several times to get Ninefingers to talk about what had happened, but he would not. Once they were on their way, far from the kobolds, Ninefingers cleared his throat. He told Felewin what had happened, and Felewin told Ninefingers what he had done.

“Thank Vult you were fighting her,” Ninefingers said. “It’s the only way I won. At the end there I had no strength left. Finally I paid them three silver pieces and two coppers to pull you free.”

“That’s all right. I had five silver pieces left and I would have paid it all.”

“Yes, but I didn’t want them to know that. I made a better deal!”


Monsters

Both kobolds and griffins are in the Iron Gauntlets expanded edition. For ghost possession, I assumed it was Fabrica Mentus/Union, mechanically.


Game Mechanics

[1] Adventure setup: This time I’m going to stretch the Mythic system. The duo are on the road when something happens. That’s the setup. Chaos 7, and we’ll see what that does. If I need to, I’ll use the Lady’s Honor adventure from the Iron Gauntlets rulebook, but we’ll see.Scene start: Altered (7). Well, I figured it would be. We’ll deliberately start with an event. Context—they’re on the road, travelling. Event is PC Negative, trick, adversities. So in getting away from some adversity, they use a trick and end up in the middle of whatever.

[2] Scene setup: Interrupted. NPC action, bureaucracy, usurp.

[3] Scene setup: Unaltered

[4] Scene start: Altered (5). I keep thinking they’ll do “The Lady’s Honor” and get altered or interrupted. This time, they meet something.

[5] Iron Gauntlets: The game’s version of kobolds talk in “chirps, whistles, squeaks” and so forth. I’ve added the common language.Physically, they are the Iron Gauntlets version of kobolds. I’m sure the personalities are totally different...

[6] Scene setup: Interrupt (4) PC Negative, desert weapons.Okay. Attacked by something, and Felewin loses his sword.

[7] Mythic question: Probable innocents are being harmed. Does Felewin attack (likely)? Yes (42)

[8] Iron Gauntlets: Felewin goes all out in this attack, because he’ll start being cautious next round. Two successes and he only needs one. Its Toughness doesn’t activate, so it takes two Fatigue, 2 Injury. That -1D might save him.And it fails its composure roll and flies away.

[9] Scene setup: Unaltered (9)

[10] Scene setup: Interrupt.

[11] Iron Gauntlets: She’s hiding (stealth). How tough is it to see her? Only one success, so both of them see her easily.

[12] Scene setup: Altered (7) Event: Introduce a new NPC: Failure, Weapons

[13] Scene setup: Unaltered (10)I was interpreting the failure as “bringing back a haunted weapon.” More will come.

[14] Scene setup: Interrupt (4)Okay, I was going to have the ghost appear during the fight, but this works too.

[15] Scene setup: Interrupt scene (2) Iron Gauntlets: Ninefingers takes twice as long to make sure, and just engineers a proper rockfall-on-command. On the other hand, Felewin still has -1D with this sword.

[16] Scene setup: Unaltered (8)

[17] Iron Gauntlets: Felewin burns 2 points of luck to reduce the damage, so he takes 1 Fat and no Inj. The thing is oversized, so it’s relatively easy to hit…until it gets 4 successes on its Fit roll or 2 sets of 3 successes in a row. Then it pulls free. 1 that time.If he does 3 Inj to a single location (chest or wing), the thing can’t fly. He does 2 on this shot, because it fails its armor.

[18] Iron Gauntlets: It hits, but Felewin’s armor stops all of it, which is certainly lucky.Next round, Felewin goes first.I’m treating the possession as 8 dice of Fabrica Mentus power, the Union ability.

[19] Iron Gauntlets: In the game system, this is called a prostrating task, trading fatigue levels for dice. In this case, Felewin has aimed (+1 die) and 2 levels of fatigue (+2) for a total of 8 dice. And he gets a good result, at the risk of being nearly unconscious. Of course, he thinks this ends the battle. He’s as -3 Fat, -1 Inj. Mythic Question: Is the thing alone (Likely)? No (79)

[20] Scene setup: Unaltered (8)Iron Gauntlets: Do both Ninefingers and Felewin make their stealth rolls? Two and 1 successes, respectively. And the beast makes 2 on observation, so she sees both of them.

[21] Iron Gauntlets: He hits on the first shot, and the thing’s armor doesn’t protect her from it; it misses.Next round, Felewin goes second, and it hits him for, well, a lot. He uses all his Luck negating the Injury effects.

[22] Iron Gauntlets: I don’t know if it’s legal, but she uses her own luck to get rid of his injuries. I’m treating the possession as 8 dice of Fabrica Mentus power, the Union ability.

[23] Note that I’m treating this all as one scene from a roleplaying perspective, though I separate each time I change POV.

[24] Scene setup: Altered (5) Gah. Well, in every adventure there’s a point where a last new thing is introduced and they have to solve it with what they have. So no more scene setups. From here to the end, I’ll just use Mythic when I can’t decide.

[25] Iron Gauntlets: He spent all his luck to get rid of the 2 points of Inj and 1 point of Fat.