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A kaleidoscopic tartan textures the tongue and vamp. On the backstay, a diode square displays the image of a morphing wall.

Arteries of wood tissue collapse into a navel knot, and their topology forms an inner space. The cirrus cabinet opens to the earth and into a world-scale circulatory infrastructure normally hidden from the regnum animale.

You spit a puddle of corrosive acid.

Cooldown: 10 rounds Range: 8 Area: 3x3 Covers the area in acidic slime

Their leafy lobes flush and dampen with liquid.

A voluminous tome whose pages are bound between two slabs of waxed wood.

A voluminous tome whose pages are bound between two slabs of waxed wood.

A voluminous tome whose pages are bound between two slabs of waxed wood.

A stygian spongeball is stuck to the floor and dappled with disorienting dew.

Spindle glitter rained from heaven and sowed the holoptic valley of the adiyy's eye. It sprouted gluttonous molecules that sucked the hue from the bug's head, chest, and wings. It unrendered the adiyy, and left it to flit from leaf to leaf, half-blind and dirgeful.

You regulate your body's release of adrenaline.

You can increase your body's adrenaline flow for 20 rounds. While it's flowing, you gain +(level-based) quickness and other physical mutations gain +(level based) rank. Cooldown: 200 rounds

A loose ledger of vellum has been rolled, bound to umbilici, and sealed with the wax mark of the master maker.

A severe hindren woman wears a spotless white tabard with long tails tailored to drape across her longish back. Dappled flanks are arrayed in saddlebags heavy with esoteric gadgetry, and a bluish-white crust grows across her face, rendering her gimlet stare all the more striking.

Its thorax is warted with metastatic sacs, and its pin-painted fly legs spasm with blind instinct. An eerie and jaundiced light suffuses its thorax and kindles the filament on its paper-thin wings.

It is a writhing and pallid maggot, and pustules of noxious gas quilt its bloated abdomen.

Rotting pipe milk has soaked its wings and stuck them permanently to its sides as a second skin. Pus-moist barbs mitten a matched pair of fly-like fore and midlegs, while a third set crooks under its ass, skinny and naked.

Pouches of Tomb scrap and cookstuff are spread and hung from this mopango's carapace. Eir countenance is full of familial care and welcoming.

Stone was carved and shaped into a rough dome with square, even-spaced windows to let air flow. The small difference in temperature inside the dome causes dew to condense from air and accumulate in a catch basin below.

Your skin, hair, and eyes are absent of pigment.

You regenerate hit points at one-fifth the usual rate in the daylight.

A snow white slumping head is beset with keen and soft red eyes. Their fur is powdery on their hulking ape-frame, and on moon time instinct squeezes their fist into a chest-beater.

A mound of wet hair and rotting flesh puts some elevation to the ground.

A four-chambered slab of wet and raw tissue slumps under its own sopping weight.

A snow white trapazoid of fine ape fur, prized for its beauty and warmth.

Shorn from the back of a sacred lemur, the hair is laced in a prophet braid.

A table scorched with the radial patterns of hot chemistry holds a phial rack and alembic.

Mottled leaf-chutes are splayed out in a rosette. They all bear the same imperfections.

Mottled leaf-chutes are splayed out in a rosette. Dust appears and disappears in swirls.

Mottled leaf-chutes are splayed out in a rosette. They sputter and smolder.

Mottled leaf-chutes are splayed out in a rosette. They sizzle and pop.

White fur and skin-crimps hatch from the corners of his shy eyes. He runs a spare bolt over his knuckles, ready to fix a wanting chromeling for the thousandth and first time rather than chat with another person.

Dreamstuff was crushed, burned, and granulated into a soft astral powder.

A starless, triangular prism of black glass holds still.

-1 Willpower +1 Ego

It's a gnarled, acacia staff set with a small orb of primordial amber.

+1 To-Hit Strength Bonus Cap: 3 Weapon Class: Cudgel (dazes on critical hit)

You forget things and places.

Whenever you learn a new secret, there's a small chance you forget a secret. Whenever you return to a map you previously visited, there's a small chance you forget the layout.

The amoeba farmer slouches in the heat. A beaten, leather hat is pulled low over their eyes and sweat glistens on the scruffs of hair on their cheeks. Their hands are caked in mud, slime, and salt.

Your skin must be kept moist with fresh water.

You pour water on yourself rather than drinking it to quench your thirst. You require about two-thirds more water than usual. +100 reputation with frogs

Spikes tipped with crysteel are sutured to the skeleton and shoot through the skin and ground when tensed.

You cannot be forced to move by physical means. Target body parts: Feet License points: 2 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

Tissue was mineralized while it grew and then snapped off the tree of living things to become an artifact of life.

A slight and trim faundren narrows his Spindle-blue eyes. Like the other younglings, his face is bright with burning curiosity. Unlike theirs, though, his is tempered by poise and honed to a dagger's point by a startlingly precocious discipline.

Their deepest encoding is the moral imperative: 'extinguish spatial and temporal anomalies, be they from happenstance, maleficence, or planar kismet.'

Ur-metal strips on the soles are magnetized by bosonic coils, producing a continuous ribbon of negative-mass bubbles that repel the wearer upward.

An ursteel casket pens in the magnetic field that holds positrons in suspension. When a current is formed, the paired particles annihilate and send the full force of universal rupture through a channel and to a device.

Soft fur is cut from the alabaster pelt of an albino ape into a broad-shouldered cloak.

-100 reputation with apes +15 Cold Resistance

Soft fur is cut from the alabaster pelt of an albino ape into thick-fingered gloves.

-100 reputation with apes +10 Cold Resistance

Soft fur is cut from the alabaster pelt of an albino ape into a tam with earflaps.

-100 reputation with apes +10 Cold Resistance

Crisp pages of goatskin vellum are bound into a codex.

Fine crushed herbs dust the old human's pestle knuckles.

This brawny, mustachioed man wears a white apron stained with the juice of starapples. His sable hair mats against the browned skin of his forehead. From his left forearm hangs a wet rag, with which he scrubs the dirt from his hands every few moments.

These brawny, mustachioed human wear a white apron stained with the juice of starapples. Their sable hair mats against the browned skin of their forehead. From their left forearm hangs a wet rag, with which they scrub the dirt from their hands every few moments.

Cables purled together form the barrel of a blastgun that fires along the cambered electromagnetic field lines.

Weapon Class: Heavy Weapon Accuracy: Very High -25 move speed

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

Sharp points of chrome are the vertices of this utilitarian light fixture. Brightness bursts from its edges and lights the world.

A spiral crank closes a chrome-encased circuit and ejects charge through two contact tips. Smoke twirls through their yellow glow.

Weapon Class: Pistol Accuracy: High

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

It's an open portal of stacked stone.

A hood shades their face from the salt sun and the halogen lamps of the vacated underearth. Their cloak bulges around a scrapbag slung about their waist, and their core is tense with the promise of the chase.

Their hunched back is sown with tufts of white fur and needle quills. The nose at the end of their bear-snout is dark and wet. Long, slender, triple-jointed fingers sprout from their pudgey paws and flutter with composed precision.

An asymmetrical jumble of girders and thin wire, an arcwyrk appears to be just another pile of rubble. Only when they spring to life, their countless limbs popping with thousands of electrical sparks, does their great danger present itself.

Kneaded under the salt sun by a leatherworker and stuffed with glowcrow feathers for the repose of its owner.

Brass gears, balls, and rings turn in precise mimicry of worlds and stars.

Wooden and chrome poles let armor rest peacefully.

Tongs clip between their soot-seared apron and the barrel of their chest. They clasp a swivel knife and hammer for working leather and metal.

Several sharpened trunks of sallow brinestalk were driven into the ground here. The gaps aren't wide enough to squeeze through.

Fairy rings of braided grass-coral-fungi hybrids poke along their shadow network and excrete replicated struts as sheathing.

Millennia of chymified metropolis that's fed the grass-coral-fungi hybrid shadow-forking in its guts are resorbed inside the seed coat of an eco wad.

The aching earth belched a ribbon of molten glass onto the Black Stair and anointed a nonet of gas-eating flax-wearers.

Matter was crushed, burned, and granulated into a soft powder.

A squadron of flowstone limbs grip the cave floor, and a banded trunk of calcite pokes the rotting air. Its twirling apex is wrapped in bone-made-vapor.

Rubble encases this abandoned mine where ancient tribes siphoned the black blood for their own inscrutable purposes.

Their leafy lobes flush and dampen with liquid.

A clan of contoured petals upfold to a florid bowl. Sharp current climbs their filament and hops from anther to anther, while the dirt stutters under their digging roots.

You live in an alternate plane of reality.

They flicker behind their marble coat, synchronously inhabiting this dimension while stalking the dreamy corridors of their own chimeric world.

Wet nostrils flare at the seat of their dropped snout, and furry arms wave in unpredicted motions. Their eyes are full of stony mischief.

A mound of wet hair and rotting flesh puts some elevation to the ground.