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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.

A whole new arm fabricated from graphene and neutrafoam. Its pylon awaits engagement.

+2 Strength Target body parts: Arm License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

A whole new pair of hands fabricated from graphene and neutrafoam. Their pylons await engagement.

+2 Agility Target body parts: Hands License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

An apparatus-in-chromium that pumps blood in smooth waves rather than the frantic beating of carcass-grown muscle tissue.

+2 Toughness Target body parts: Body License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

Digestive bile and alkaline churn in glass chambers, while synthetic tissue sieves out bio-toxins.

You are immune to poison and disease. Target body parts: Body License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

An acrid, stinking mess.

A greasy sac of ooze gyres over the floor in spiral-step. Under its membrane, a shoal of spitbright eels slither for freedom.

World-voids in the nethermost reaches of the planet are partitioned by numinous masonry. There is meaning in the patterns of its faint white filigree, but it's discerned by no one.

A black particle defies the light-drenched world and charts a helical orbit.

+4 DV

Pinches of opal black fur stick to the wet leg meat.

Wool was died in a bath of dreadroot and iron salt, and then woven to warm broad shoulders.

Black stone stands in monument to the cities of snails that perished under clay and rotted into pyrite.

Sleek spiral barrels of matrixed metal cradle an enormous cyclinder of ionic gas. On fire the mixture is hyperpressurized into shot and sent to explode at sight's end.

Weapon Class: Heavy Weapon Accuracy: Low -25 move speed

Its cylindric head is embellished with a frilly crest whose symbolism is unknown. It dutifully marchs on a pair of chrome pistons toward its final purpose.

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

You teleport about uncontrollably.

Small chance each round you're in combat that you randomly teleport to a nearby location.

Reticle dots are stretched to curved geometry on its bright and turgid wormback. Its sucker bells flap open, satisfied.

A corpse.

Depigmented belly skin is tumefied with crushed insect matter into a gigantic and ripe pearl. Its legs have been resorbed by fat; the art of jumping mastered by its forebears survives only through ancestral memory.

Splayed feet and cracked legs are tucked under a giant flattened body.

Crisp pages of goatskin vellum are bound into a codex.

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

Dried blood paints the tip and shaft of the wooden arrow, but its colorful fletching remains pristine.

This patch of furry skin is painted with dried blood.

There's dried blood in the salted furrows of this patch of watervine.

A greasy sac of luminous broth gyres over the floor in spiral-step and lights a helical path.

A plastic disk that shines with rainbow light.

A small piece of scrap.

Next to his pig cousions, wild time has shorted his ears, pushed canines through his jaw, and dressed him in a scratch-hair coat. He roots in the ground for jewels.

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

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

Hard leather gloves worn by the moisture farmers of Joppa to protect their hands from the briary watervine fronds.

Ageless bone was pulverized and compacted inside the scarred intestine of a bone worm. Then it was ground into meal.

Warmth radiates from the crackling fire of the round bone oven, and with it comes the smell of leavened pastry, sweet bananas, and warm skulk.

Collagen bubbles swaddle its hundred segments and compacted bone matter squirms out of its tail end.

A corpse.

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

Dwellers in the earth-clefts fashion tables in the style of puzzle boxes. Their drawers house the stenographic imagination.

Their spectacles are fogged and their hands are stained with ink.

Reds and oranges swirl in the bulbous arrowhead. Ignition is a notch away.

It's a small crossbow with a wide barrel to hold darts.

Weapon Class: Pistol Accuracy: Medium

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

A saddleface of scrutable metal material displays pictographs of healing and transformation. It swivels on a shackle that bifurcates to two chrome arms, each sporting a quickshot hand of booster-grooved digits.