Spectral Stalkers! Ziggurat World! Lovely Mantirs!

 This book should be a Fighting Fantasy classic. It's so well-written. It makes such good use of the format. It's brimming with crazy ideas.

A bug-eyed but strangely endearing angel creature hands you the Aleph, asking you to protect it. It's not quite clear from whom or what you should do with it, but it IS quite clear that you should avoid the spectral stalkers, scary long-legged phantom creatures that arrive in short order to investigate the dead bug-eyed angel, at all cost.

The Aleph takes you on a random ride through dimensions, each of them a mini game world. You start at the library in limbo, have a talk with the dragon lady at the counter, grab some intel, and then it goes on: In short order, I ended up as a sacrifice for some cult of the undead, a literal pawn in the game of two god-like creatures in the sky, a customer on a pottery market recruited to save a master potter from his own golem, a specimen liberator aboard a space station, an unwelcome guest in a god's dream of a hunt, and several other things. I also had a memorable conversation with a scientist who tried to convince me that there's no such thing as magic.

Just as all of this starts to feel just a little bit to random, poof, I end up on the Ziggurat World, ruled over by the wizard Globus who may or may not be the big bad. I meet the mantir, very nice insect people who herd grazing insect bulls, the vaskind, lovely monstrous amphibians, and the significantly less lovely winged black shadows and ophidians and elegant and deadly silicate snakes.

Season of the Snail for Troika!

 My Troika scenario Season of the Snail is out, illustrated by the magnificent Shui Zhang! It has the characters surreptitiously protecting cofly merchant Mungis Bohn on behalf of his family while he enjoys the mirth, debauchery and exhilaration of the festival of the snail. The scenario is inspired by the great novels City of Saints and Madmen by Jeff Vandermeer and A Stranger in Olondria by Sofia Samatar, adding a layer of cheerful Troika! gonzoness. Want to get a snail massage, get mixed up in a snailball game or watch the snail of a thousand shells parade? Treat yourself, just be sure no never menton slugs, these vile, shameless, naked creatures ...

Print edition at the Melsonian Arts Council webshop.

 PDF at drivethrurpg.

Metegorgos Gives Us Her Milk

 Evey Lockhart's Ruinous Palace of the Metegorgos is a small Troika!/BX scenario of abject beauty that the author probably needed to write to cleanse the adorable positivity of her very own Very Pretty Paleozoic Pals setting away. It weighs on your soul, far out of proportion for a slim book of 29 pages. It should start with about two pages of trigger warnings, but really, if you're in doubt, just read the product description at Melsonian Arts Council and you'll know whether this is for you. DON'T play it with anyone without proper warning.

ALL OF THE ABOVE IS ALSO TO BE UNDERSTOOD AS TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS REVIEW: BIRTH AND ASSOCIATED TRAUMAS. ABJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN.

NAMEDROPS: JULIA KRISTEVA, JACQUES LACAN

What's Up?

I haven't blogged for a while - so here's what I'm up to and what you can expect in the next few weeks from me:

First, I'm reading Sword of Cepheus (Sword&Sorcery based on the Traveller-inspired old school Cepheus Engine) and FrontierSpace, and I'm hoping to give both a spin soon, so reviews are coming up.

Second, I have a lot more Troika! backgrounds in store, but I'm also working on two scenarios to tie in with them, so I'm holding some of those back to see how exactly the scenarios shape up.

Third, I'm eagerly awaiting the "Zero Edition" of Newt Newports new d100 game Skyraiders of the Floating Realms. Don't know exactly what I'm going to do with it, but a lighter, more streamlined version of Newt's OpenQuest sounds very enticing to me!

Troika! Background: Godmiller

You operate the giant temple machines that feed the thousand gods of Dorpal. Back then, it was congegrations chanting and shouting their adoration under the iridiscent domes of the godstills, the essence of their worship drip-dripping through the central shaft and down into the Adyton cellars. The invention of the godmill changed that: Theologists scribbled down and analyzed the rites of worship and translated them into codes for punchcards. Now, most temples are filled with the creaking of giant clockwork mechanisms, the lowing and bleating of the beasts powering them and the stench of their manure.

Houseruling Troika!

So here's the Troika! houserules I plan to implement next session:

1. Roll-high all the way. I'm actually still a little on the fence about this, because I tend to finde roll-under slightly more intuitive, and more importantly, you have to do less math for it. However, my players keep asking me whether they need to roll high or roll low every single time; and since it's pretty much impossible to go all roll-under in combat, I'll go for always rolling high, including on Luck rolls. The standard target number to beat for unopposed tests is 14 - that way, you end up with exactly the same chances for success. I'll make everyone chant "High - is - Good! High - is - Good!" before the start of our next session, so they'll remember!

New Troika! Background: The Swanosaurologist

You come from a noble house (or or from some upstart merchant family) that can afford paying to provide you with a reputable education that could not possibly be of any use. You have studied the biology, thaumology and the habits of the Swanosaurus, a fierce and beautiful swamp creature that has been extinct for decades. Others may sneer at you for learning fighting techniques you'll never have to put to use; but you know that one day, you'll find that last remaining Swanosaurus and slay it.

The Moss-Eyed Acephalus for Troika!

Back here, I introduced the moss-eyed acephalus, a kind of sfnal take on my favourite mythological creature. I figured that it would feel right at home among the million spheres of the hump-backed sky, so here we go:

Moss-Eyed Acephalus
Your brain - situated firmly in your chest cavity and not, like with many other species, in some bony upper protuberance - is being fed impressions of light and dark, movement and stillness, by the symbiotic lichen that grow around your nipples. Your double-tongued belly-mouth leads directly into the complexities of a digestive system that recognizes and transforms all kinds of substances. You're three-fingered hands are crafty, and your extended family will always help you out, until it won't. Everyone else, they think you're just not from here, and, while useful, never to be trusted. They're not quite wrong, at least about the first part, as proven by the garden chest you have to carry with you wherever you go to inhale the spore-laden scent of your ancestor's home from it. Even though you might have spent your life among humans, you still have trouble figuring out concepts like "male" and "female". Procreation, to your kind is a festive social act, and the whole neighbourhood is invited when a family feels that it is time to sire a litter.

Alchemists make you of you as a cheap and universal analyzer, and dukes, kings and even emperors value you as a re-usable food taster. They just tend to forget that what you can neutralize, you can also create.

Fronds of Benevolence

Fronds of Benevolence is the first published scenario for Troika!, and I can't seem to be able to stop singing its title in my head to the tune of the utterly terrible Paul McCartney song "Hope of Deliverance", so thank you very much for that, Andrew Walter, author and illustrator of this wonderful little book!
I recently ran FoB (stop that singing, Paul!) on an open gaming night with a random group of players. We had a blast, getting about four hours of play out of just 3 of about a dozen sites and encounters featured in this slim chapbook due to its general high concentration of weird and adventurous. There are a few structural stumbling blocks in the scenario, but they are more than made up for by the sheer amount of great material.

Troika!

I finally gave Daniel Sell's minimalist gonzo science fantasy rpg Troika! a spin a few weeks ago - running it's first published scenario Fronds of Benevolence, and I am just as delighted as I expected. I've seen its implied setting described as "Hipster Planescape", and while I'm not very familiar with Planescape, I suspect that hits the nail on the head - you might also add that healthy doses of Monty Python, Michael Moorcock and Terry Pratchett might be involved.
Basically, characters are expected to be anything from temple-knights who carry around half a dozen swords to demonstrate their readyness for the end times to a Monkeymonger (comes equipped with 1d6 trained, edible monkeys) or a Thinking Engine (who has to weld it's whorly, strangely-wood like skin back in shape to regenerate). My favourite player background, however, remains the Ardent Giant of Corda:

Every Giant has a different story about Corda, well told and interrupted with tears and laughter, of how they lost it and mean to find it soon enough, but oh, what of today? We should drink and cheer, we'll search once again in the morning!

 This passage not only perfectly encapsulates both the lyricism and the wackiness of Troika!, it also displays how setting is presented in this game. You won't get chapter headlines like "An Overview of the City of Troika" or "A Traveller's Guide to the Humpbacked Sky". Instead you get all of these allusions and suggestions that begin to form the mirage of Golden Barges travelling through said humpbacked sky to countless worlds encased in crystal spheres. When you've read through Troika!, you'll have idea of its cosmos in very broad strokes, and you'll have lots of details (like dwarves being made rather than born, and some of them coming out ill-made, or pocket barometers being the current fad in the city of Troika, even though the city has no discernible weather).
Now, you can either see this as an "Oh my god! You're telling me I'll need to be constantly hunting for the tidbits of information to learn about the setting?", or as "Whatever comes up while we play the game becomes part of our Troika! universe. Whatever doesn't come up doesn't. When something comes up that contradicts something already established, it's either untrue or both of the contradictory statements are true. Suck it up." Obviously, the latter is where the fun lies with Troika!.