One page setting: The Shrouded City

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Another one-page city setting for Earth-at-the-end. The previous two are the Haunted City and the Mad City.

This time we have the city of Gaulot, where people have been living an idyllic life, protected from seeing the horrors their city is built on by the sea of coloured fog that surrounds the rooftops they live on.  Now they're facing invasion and centuries of peaceful living have crippled their ability to fight back.  Worse yet, the invasion has stirred up the awfulness of the city below and it's boiling to the surface.  Safety was always an illusion, now it's been stripped away.

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Scar artists

If you're a rich weirdo with access to miraculous medical equipment and if you need a distraction from the fact you'll die soon when the sun fizzles out, you might choose to spend those last days in hope and generosity, healing the needy... or you might silence your better nature with drink and drugs and become a scar artist.

Some of the medical machinery available to people living on Earth-at-the-end dates back five hundred centuries, but it works as well today as it did then.  The ancients built to last.  These devices can perform surgery without pain or blemish, cure infection, remove hereditary conditions and repair crushed, cut, burned, poisoned, or frozen tissue in moments. But they can't create flesh from nothing.  The raw material has to come from somewhere, and that's almost universally another person.

Needless to say, scar artists are attractive if that's their thing.  Lean, tanned, muscular, perfectly coiffed, exquisite faces.  It's an eerie beauty, though.  Somehow slightly removed from human.  Shake hands with a scar artist, and you could be shaking hands with three different people.  Those long, strong bones could be from one donor, that even-toned skin from another, and the muscles and veins could be from someone else.  Someone so destitute they sold a piece of themselves or just vanished in the city's back alleys late one night.  Those scar artists are disturbing if you consider the implications of their existence, but they're not the worst.

There's a faction that says becoming the platonic ideal of the human form just makes you first among a very bland group.  They want to push past beauty into artistry.  Transparent skin, veins that bulge and glow, feathers or fur or scales instead of hair.  Muscles that chime as they flex, lungs that exhale psychotropic vapours, glands under the fingernails that stain whatever they touch with swirls of iridescent pigment.  Creating that kind of exotic flesh needs experimentation, and there's an implied level of human wastage.  But creepy as they are, they're not the worst either.

There's a school of thought at the extreme forefront of scar artistry that says keeping the natural human body plan is timid, pedestrian, dull.  Take risks.  Go further.  Dare.  Take what you need, use what you need.  Cut your conscience out if it bothers you.  Become art.  And keep your mistakes alive, because they have a kind of beauty too.

Those are the worst.

Lord Scapho of the mad city Incarnari has a hole all the way through his torso.  He can reach through and shake hands with himself.  At parties, he encourages young ladies to put their heads through it, to the amusement of all present.  To achieve that he needed a second spine, and to replace his two adult kidneys with six child-sized ones.

Lady Vinta has a crown of eyes.  They blink in unison and swivel to face whatever has her attention.  She claims each one of them is a trophy forfeited by a lover, and only laughs if someone points out that not all of them are human.

The Daly Twins, sons of the city's wealthiest merchant prince, play a complex ongoing game of their own devising to see who gets to wear all the arms this week.  Their older brother was the first to experiment: he had the position of his arms and legs swapped.  He was a sensation for several months, but it made debauchery awkward, so he dispensed with limbs altogether and had himself attached to a distended floating gas sac.

Lady Margot, wife of the city's ruler, earned their respect by suffering for her art.  She had her breasts carved into the shape of roses the old-fashioned way -- a knife, a vial of poppy juice and a surgeon who loved money more than his reputation.  Now she heads the Critics, a clique of scar artists who kill the creators of what they consider bad art.

Scar artist Narcissist
Narcissists are the lowest rung of the scar artist ladder.  It's not the art that interests them, it's the health, youth and beauty.  They don't warp their bodies so much as fine-tune them.  They're physically tough as well as gorgeous.  They form the baseline for scar artist stats.

AC 4 [15], HD 1+2 (6hp), Att 1 × weapon (1d6 or by weapon), THAC0 19, MV 120’ (40’), SV D12 W13 P14 B15 S16 (F1), ML 8, AL Chaotic, XP 15

Scar artist Canvas
Canvas scar artists transform their bodies, but not so much as to be unrecognisable.  Roll a D6.  On a 1, 2 or 3, give them one feature from the table.  On a 4 or 5, two features.  On a 6, three.

1. Silver eyes.  Reflective like a cat's, can be any shape or even a symbol. Gives low light vision. *
2. Transparent skin.  Watch blood flow through veins, muscles flex and slide.
3. Hollow fangs.  After successful grappling, the scar artist can automatically do 1d6 damage and regain half that number (rounded down) of HP.  They take blood, bile, spinal fluid or eyeball jelly. *
4. Musical muscles.  Sounds like a violin, or some other instrument where strings are strummed with a bow.
5. Pheromone glands - as per Charm Person.  HD x daily.  One target in an adjacent square, only in an enclosed space. *
6. Bioluminescent markings.
7. Echolocation - dark vision. *
8. Mobile tattoos.  Usually of an offensive and/or erotic nature.
9. Thick skin - as leather, +2 to saving throws vs heat/cold. *
10. Skull ridges.
11. Scales. Equal to 2 points of AC. *
12. Feathers.  Colourful.
13. Quills.  On a successful grapple, target must save vs poison. *
14. Eyestalks.  Disturbing rather than practical.
15. Serpent tongue.  Enhanced sense of smell. *
16. Reversible joints. The life of any party.
17. Talons.  Never unarmed.  Att x 2, 1d4 damage. *
18. Striped or spotted skin.
19. Prehensile tail.  Adds to climb ability. *
20. Extra fingers or toes.

* +4 XP.

Scar artist Atrocity
Atrocity artists have redesigned themselves (and the test subjects they keep with them like pets) to capture attention and offend the senses.  1 - 3 on a d6 - one feature.  4, 5 - two features.  6 - 3 features.

1. Faces. The artist has extra faces on their body (and perhaps limbs as well if they're unusually large).  They uniformly wear an expression of fear and revulsion and some have independently-moving eyes.
2. Crab claws.  Serrated and bony, like giant scissors.  (d8 damage) *
3. Extra limbs. More arms, more legs or a combination of both.  They're often mismatched in length and position of joints, and may sprout from surprising places on the body.
4. Cloud.  The artist carries a visible miasma with them, coloured or simply blurry.
5. Shrieking.  When the artist moves, it's accompanied by screeching from joints and muscles remade to generate noise as they function.  Discordant and loud.
6. Wings.  Non-functional wings made from elongated finger-joints with skin stretched taut between them.
7. Protruding bones.  Sharp bones emerging from the skin, like spear points twisting erratically around them as they walk.
8. Symbiote.  The artist has one or more smaller creatures living inside their body.  Like wasps in the eye sockets or mice in body-holes.  Will emerge on demand to cause disgust or work mischief. *
9. Sticky.  The artist's skin continually secretes a viscous fluid.  It may be caustic, flammable or just unpleasant to touch. *
10. External organs.  Air sacs on the back that inflate with every breath, a pumping heart attached to the breastbone, pulsating tubes emerging from and re-entering the body.
11. Giant.  This scar artist is much larger than the average human being.  This one's more of a billboard for their work than a canvas. (+3 HD, 125 XP)
12. Bloody.  This artist's skin continually seeps blood, staining everything they touch.  Doesn't cause any harm to the artist, just inconvenience to anyone else.
13. Hot.  This body runs at a temperature much higher than normal.  Not hot enough to injure, but anyone in close quarters is going to feel uncomfortable fast.
14. Mutilated.  This artist has reconfigured him/herself to cause maximum distress with their appearance.  They're fully fit, but appear to be terribly wounded.
15. Stinking.  Continual or at will.  The artist produces a smell so reeking anyone within two squares must save vs poison or spend a round vomiting. *
16. Foul.  The artist is covered with small orifices that continually dribble body waste.
17. Pustulant.  Random body parts slowly swell, then shrink back to normal.
18. Sting.  The artist has a venomous stinger they can attack with.  May be obvious, or hidden. (Att x 1, 1d6 + poison) *
19. Armour plate.  Thick, stiff skin like a rhino's hide. (2 [17] AC)*
20. Electric.  The artist has sparks arcing over their skin.  If touched, delivers a shock to both the artist and whoever touched them.

City of Ghosts

It's off to GeyserCon this weekend, where I hope to get in a drunken argument about whether Spock's ear-points give him better or worse hearing in the air pressure maintained on Federation starships.

This is another city-based one page setting.  Like the previous one it's part of the far-future mythical post-apocalyptic world I call Earth-at-the-end.  In this case we have three factions camped in the wasteland around a city haunted by ancient machines and deadly electrical ghosts.  The city's homes automatically prepare fresh food, medicine and clothing every day.  It's the resource that allows the tribes to survive in the wilderness, but it's also a fatal trap.  The machines enforce an obscure ancient code of laws and their punishments kill.  An encounter with a ghost might be survivable - barely.  A second, probably not.  There are treasures in the city's residential towers and the Ice Market, but no-one has lived to describe them.

Made using Watabou's fantasy city generator, which deserves a lot more recognition.

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The Anthropophage

In a previous post I added a one-page setting document for a far-future city in a world inspired by Jack Vance's Dying Earth stories. One of the hazards mentioned but not described thanks to space restrictions is the anthropophage. And that might be best, because I think with the one page setting concept, it's proper for a GM to interpret the beasties in a manner that suits their campaign. Michael Prescott often includes creatures as a name only in his Trilemma adventure locations, as a kernel for GMs to form ideas around.

But I've been thinking a little more about my Mad City hazards. At first I intended the anthropophages to be poetically-named human cannibals, decadent and morally bankrupt. Now though, I think I like the idea that they're a separate species entirely. Something out of antiquity, from a previous age of the Earth. Maybe even that age's human race, devolved into savagery. I always wondered how Vance's deodands originated. Irresponsible magical experimentation? Visually, I'm inspired by Doctor Who's Futurekind. 

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It's common wisdom that the Lighthouse has revived the human race from extinction on at least three occasions. Since the last revival, the world has been plagued by man-eating anthropophages. It's possible that during the last age of man the human race degenerated into this predatory form and no longer met the Lighthouse's minimum standard for 'human', triggering the next revival.

The typical Thropo is human-looking, but with a spine curved slightly forward and bowed legs, as though frozen in in the moment of springing at a victim. They also have leopard-like spots on shoulders and neck, where they can be easily hidden by clothing. And carnivorous teeth. There's a noticeably musky smell about them, like a lion or other large predator. They like to attack at night, when the darkness hides their nature. A common tactic is for a female or cub to pretend to be wounded and call for help, drawing rescuers into a pack ambush. They've been known to join travelling caravans, stepping into the column one by one until they have the numbers to grab someone and drag them away, quietly incapacitating them in the process. They have a talent for mimicry and learn languages easily.

Thropos are cunning, but not clever. They don't plan long-term. They can use tools or technology if they see a human use them first, but don't retain the knowledge. Specimens in captivity have learned to read, but they show no interest in doing it without the threat of punishment. They're highly sensitive to human moods and quickly pick up on stress or fear. Thropos themselves don't react to fear like human beings. They'll retreat from a conflict if the odds are against them, but if cornered they fight without hesitation or holding back.

Packs usually number around 3D4 of all ages. When food is scarce, Thropos cope by eating their weakest. A pack which has had lean times will have no cubs or older specimens with them. When there's real risk of starvation, they turn on pregnant females as well. They can supplement their diet with animal meat, but a Thropo that doesn't get at least half its protein from human flesh will grow sickly and become a target for others.

Communities which catch or kill Thropos like to dismember the bodies (so they don't distress residents with their human appearance) and put the parts on high stakes at a distance around their settlements. Thropos can smell their own dead for miles, and are less likely to hunt where other Thropos have been killed. Even so, their numbers have been growing in recent years. Well-known settlements in the plains have been wiped out by Anthropophage predation. In these times of lost hope, only creatures that never think further than their next meal can thrive.

HD 2, AC 6 [13], Att 2 claws (1d4) 1 bite (1d6), MV (120') 40', SV D12 W13 P14 B15 S16 (F2), ML 9, AL Chaotic

Specials:

• Howl. Once per combat a Thropo may spend an action to make a screech that triggers an atavistic dread in any living man. Human characters of level equal or less than the Thropo must save or freeze for a turn.
• Frenzy. A Thropo bloodied but still in positive HP gains 1D6 temporary HP that lasts until the end of the fight. It's quite possible for a Thropo to defeat all opponents and then keel over dead from their wounds.

If a player wants to play an anthropophage: why? Did their serial killer character get locked up? Create the character with -2 INT +1 WIS.  Each day they go hungry, make a saving throw vs paralysis.  On failure, immediately start hunting the nearest suitable prey.  -1 to the roll per extra day spent hungry. Each week they don't eat human meat, roll vs death or take -1 CON with no natural recovery until their next meal of long pig. Each turn, NPCs can make an opposed WIS roll to realise what it is they're standing next to.

Incarnari, city of the mad

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Over at the RPG subreddit, user /u/Dan_Felder proposed the idea of the one-page setting.  His example, The Echoing Wood makes it seem like a great idea.  It's a fae-haunted forest that could be dropped into any adventure that requires overland travel.  One page is just enough information to supply a framework to hang your own ideas from.  A few more followed:

The Iron Dunes, a desert where the sand is a mixture of tiny metal filings and ore grains, and corroding clockwork monsters steal children.

The Slugslime Sedge, a dry lakebed given over to vegetative rot where disease festers and only weird loners seem to thrive.

The Savage Tundra, a cold region facing multiple threats in a climate where the environment can kill you if nothing else does.

The Ashlands, a sci-fantasy wasteland with the hook that a war was fought with a superweapon that erased the survivors' memories.

Out of all the examples above, Savage Tundra would have to be my favourite.  The author (Dungeon Possum?  His blog profile doesn't give him a name) describes the region, the locations, the factions, the important NPCs and day/night encounter tables in just the right detail to invite a GM to colour it in.  There's months of gaming in that page.  I think he's also arrived at exactly the right format for showcasing a 1PS.  Everything's available at a glance and easily related to the map in the corner.

I've written a setting of my own and tried to match that format as closely as possible: The Mad City.  It's a far-future setting in Earth's dying years, inspired by Jack Vance's Dying Earth stories and M. John Harrison's Viriconium novels.  People are falling to despair and desperately looking for distraction.  The city is a permanent drunken party that can switch to violence at a moment's notice.  Player characters may be natives looking for revenge, redemption or profit in the time they have left, or the forgotten heroes of a bygone age revived as entertainment.

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