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Oiled and brushed mail hang across their crooked spine and salient jaw. The color too was sucked out of their irises by their tangled lineage, and their wet rosy lips catch the light and toss it back across a sharp sneer. They're saddled under the weight of the Holy Rhombus.

Barathrum's invention records time to the momentary tick by regulating its advance with a crown wheel. On learning of its utility, the water barons commissioned the assembly of dozens more in order to take precise measurements of their reservoirs at set moments of the day.

Q Girl replaced the old oscillator on this Barathrum clock with a swing pendulum. Now the several hours per day that Time cheats from its observers are reduced to mere minutes.

Thousands of alabaster bristles sprout every which way from the braided frame of the eldest urshiib in Qud. Leaning on a walking staff with long, winding grooves for his serpentine fingers, he stares at nothing with pale red eyes like dying suns.

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.

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.

A steel disc stamped with the profile of Barathrum the Old.

Billets of shaved dogwood contour to the breasts, waist, and thigh. The husk is beetle-eaten.

Stumpier legs than their ursine cousins support a backbreaking slab of fur-matted muscle weight. Their long nasal bone is crowned by four cutlass canines, wood-sharpened for cutting through trunk rather than climbing it.

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

Bear flesh was cut into neat strips, salted, and smoked.

Rampant greenspread canopies a starburst of the Eaters' richest works. The jungle is torn at the corners, where crysteel balustrades and star orchid lancets peek through.

The scars of lava flow are legible as little ledges across the wide stone. The small darkling holes were once the birth craters of dissolved gases.

An array of tinkering utensils clang against tin: tweezers, a tiny hammer, pliers, inverted pliers, glass marbles, and three wrenches.

This item increases the chance of recovering additional bits when you disassemble an artifact.

It sheaths itself in filmy wings.

A small mound of wet hair and rotting flesh puts a bump in the ground.

These beads were skillfully dyed and strung together by a hillside native.

Your face bears a sightly beak.

+1 Ego You occasionally peck at your opponents. +200 reputation with birds

"The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild;

They have devoured the infant child. The infant child is unaware They have been eaten by the bear." -A.E. Housman

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

Bear flesh was cut into neat strips, salted, and smoked.

Instructions dictate the reformation of the face into a countenance that arouses latent desires in its onlookers.

+2 Ego Target body parts: Face License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

A rectangle of neutrofoam imprinted with the human form hangs beneath an arch of glass. Across the foam at eye level, glyphs loop on an elliptical screen. Surgical machinery, obscured by blinding light, beetles out from the underside of an enclosing dome.

Fabrics were stuffed with watervine chaff and laid across wooden slats in the style of the hillfolk.

A bundled roll of wool.

Bees flutter around the brim of their hat, pulled low over their sweaty brow. Their apron is stained with glistening drops of honey.

Plump wedges of beetle meat encased in a cracked, bulbous shell.

The beetle 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 and salt.

Mashed beetle meat was cut into neat strips, salted, and smoked.

Bonnet blue wings contour to its abdominal balloon, puffed out to blimpish volume by the garbage it has eaten.

You beguile a nearby creature into serving you loyally.

Mental attack versus a creature with a mind Success roll: mutation rank or Ego mod (whichever is higher) + character level + 1d8 VS. Defender MA + character level Range: 1 Beguiled creature: +(level based) bonus hit points Cooldown: 50 rounds

A hideous specimen.

Planks of wood are nailed together simply to form the austere seat.

A small piece of scrap.

A small piece of scrap.

Skinny, spotted arms and legs flap in an unfolded position. His eyes bulge even further apart than other svardym, and in the center of his orbed head a warty ridge has thrusted up. The pupils of his eyes are narrowed with spirited interest.

Eons-shifted stone entombs the angleless architecture of Bethsaida's lair.

A small crystalline disk with a recessed button on top.

At the center of a particularly thick copse, the vegetation clears. Flower-bedecked huts huddle in the clearing within, surrounded by phalanxes of tidy watervine rows and carefully-tended lah.

A fist-sized snail shell is coiled in soft spirals, blackened with soot, and stinks of sulfur.

Strength Bonus Cap: 3 Weapon Class: Cudgel (dazes on critical hit)

A wrist-mounted display device that gives a detailed readout of the life signs of biological entities in its surroundings.

Inside the insulated cask of the battery, the electromotive apparatus cracks the energy out of blood and converts it to electrical charge.