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  PROJECT
  A   MORROW   PROJECT   BI-ANNUAL   MAGAZINE
  ISSUE #2
  Fall 2017
  
  From The Directors Desk
  Well we survived Issue one and made it to re-
  lease issue 2!  I do want to thank everyone that 
  helped with writing for this issue, it absolutely 
  made it possible to release on time.    We still 
  need content and we still need those willing to 
  help.   Making NPC’s or even PC characters to 
  publish for others to use would really help.   Any 
  artist that have maps or any short adventures 
  you want to share.
  you might notice that the look and format of the 
  magazine has changed,  I no longer have access 
  to the really expensive authoring software I used 
  before and instead switched to 
  using a free product.   Apple’s 
  iBooks Author.   So consider this 
  issue an experiment in publishing 
  software changes.  Yes that 
  means I’m locked into Apple prod-
  ucts, but hopefully they wont 
  eliminate this product on me.   
  I also want to take this space to  remind every-
  one that the To Morrows End podcast at  
  http://tomorrowsend.rpgstuﬀ.net is going to start 
  running a giveaway!   You will be able to win the 
  grand prize of a hardcover 4th edition book, cus-
  tom Morrow Dice set and A Challenge Coin!  
  Keep an eye out at the website as well as the 
  Facebook pages for how to enter to WIN!
  There are also other runner up prizes that are go-
  ing to be given away, so please go and spread 
  the word about the magazine and podcast to get 
  your entry to win!
  1
  By Tim Gray
  REMINDER: All Morrow Project Images are property of 
  TimeLine LTD and are used here with permission for the 
  magazine.   All other images are property their respective  
  owners. 
  
  The Project Directors Corner
  This issue we will talk  about electronic tools to 
  organize your game.  Some PD’s love paper and 
  organize everything old school.  That’s great but 
  it means carrying around a ton of stuﬀ and hav-
  ing to keep track of it.   I’m a technology guy and 
  I keep it all in digital form so I can work onthe 
  next gaming session or the whole story arc any-
  where.   I am a HUGE fan of syncing services like 
  Box and DropBox as it lets me share ﬁles with 
  players easily,  for writing text I use google docs 
  because I can access everything no matter what 
  device I have with me.  Having access is huge, 
   plus I can share a document with someone else 
  so we can collaborate on it.
  I used to be a huge “it’s gotta be paper” guy. 
   The tactile feel and having the GM screen in 
  front of me with all my stuﬀ created my separa-
  tion between players and my game god status… 
   And then I switched to a mini game screen so I 
  did not have that wall, and then ﬁnally switched 
  away from a GM screen completely.   When I GM 
  play sessions for the podcast I actually have two 
  computers up and running as well as a tablet 
  with the documents I need on it.   It lets me keep 
  the storyline on one, the books on the tablet and 
  the other available for taking notes.  All this tech 
  allows the podcast to stop after a 6 hour record 
  session and pick up exactly where we left oﬀ 
  without any time wasted as I can read from the 
  notes, “last time you guys were ﬁghting the radio-
  active bugbear and Will decided to launch gre-
  nades into it’s mouth….”   
  Being able to organize all this is key.  And there 
  are a lot of diﬀerent ways of doing this and it 
  really depends on what platform you like for com-
  puting.    If you are an Apple head like me you 
  have some limited choices, and I’ll even run a 
  windows program because there is no native 
  mac choice, plus you have to choose between 
  “free” and paid apps.  Some are better than oth-
  ers, and I am one to shy away from anything that 
  is subscription based.  I am not a fan of the pay 
  a monthly fee forever software model, but some 
  options exist if you are ok with that.
  Let’s start with 
  what is out there 
  from the big play-
  ers.   
  First is from Micro-
  soft and Not for 
  Gamers but it’s in-
  credibly useful...  One Note.   It allows you to do 
  some serious game management and not taking 
  and have tabs and folders for everything.   this 
  way you can create a tab for “town ABC” and 
  tabs under that for NPC’s, items, secrets, etc...   
  It is for OSX and Windows so it’s cross platform 
  and worth owning, you can get free limited cloud 
  version that is more than enough for most peo-
  ple.
  If you are a Tabletop RPG junkie then you are ab-
  solutely familiar with HeroLab.   It’s a pricey but 
  incredibly capable program for character generat-
  ing for many diﬀerent game systems (Except Mor-
  row Project)  and they released their own GM 
  software suite called Realm Works.  This suite 
  looks incredibly polished but unfortunately has 
  no demo at all and at $50 it’s an expensive risk 
  to see if it even works for you.   It has the advan-
  tage that it has a player edition that your players 
  can buy for $16.00 each and they can keep their 
  own notes plus have access to all ﬁles you sent 
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  them.  This requires their cloud sync service that 
  also comes in at $40 a year.   So this becomes 
  an extremely expensive option.   There are other 
  problems with their software such as you MUST 
  be connected to the internet to create a new 
  campaign, that rubs a lot of people the wrong 
  way.   Many of the ideas are really cool, but their 
  pricing for the cloud service is insane, and not 
  allowing you to sync even to local players on 
  your own lan without the cloud service makes 
  this continue to be a GM tool I can not recom-
  mend unless you have an extremely active group 
  with remote players and you play weekly and mul-
  tiple games.  
  There used to be other tools out there but before 
  I wrote this article I decided to look them up 
  again and found most of the mare now gone for-
  ever.  Mapping programs like Dunjinni and other 
  are simply gone and dead.  But one I bought 
  years ago is still kicking around and doing well, 
  and that is “Fractal Mapper” from NBOS soft-
  ware who makes “the Keep”.   I actually decided 
  to get the keep because of their free program “in-
  spiration pad” where you can write in their own 
  script language automatic generators to create 
  loot or NPC’s automatically for you while in 
  game.   I was spending some time searching for 
  a Inspiration Pad script that was “random 
  books” because I had a player that was con-
  stantly asking , “they have books?  What are the 
  titles?  I grab one give me details”  and found a 
  coupon code to get it and the “fractal mapper” 
  program together as a bundle.   I was more inter-
  ested in the mapping program so the download 
  of the Keep sat there for months.  I decided to 
  mess with it one day and realized that it was 
  quite useful.  It’s basically a Game Masters Wiki 
  that lets you create pages and folders of informa-
  tion and even create the handouts so you can 
  print them if you want or copy and paste the info 
  to email or send to your players.   It’s the one I 
  use to this day simply because I can create 
  scripts with the inspiration pad plugin and right 
  there tell that player that he is holding a copy of 
  “Dave's compendium of wasteland edibles, and 
  is a poorly leather bound book with loose pages 
  and incoherent writing” with a single click.  The 
  Keep is $35.00 on it’s own. If you watch Drive 
  thru RPG you can ﬁnd a bundle of the keep and 
  Fractal mapper for $55.00.
  Using free tools like http://tiddlywiki.com/ can 
  work as well.   In fact the free desktop wiki’s 
  work just as good as any of the paid GM speciﬁc 
  programs if you don’t care about sharing images 
  on a second screen to players or the scripting. 
    For the longest time I used a Wiki to keep track 
  of NPC’s and towns and other things the players 
  did in each location.  It made it a lot easier that I 
  can see the notes that the last time the players 
  were in TimVille they saved little timmy from the 
  well but they also left the tavern without paying 
  their tab.  And I can play the interactions of the 
  townsfolk accordingly instead of shuﬄing papers 
  and trying to ﬁgure out where in my notes they 
  did what in what town.   Managing your data is a 
  huge part of being a successful PD in morrow, 
  even if the team is trying to be incognito every 
  time they do a good deed for someone their repu-
  tation grows and word will spread.  People that 
  have been saved tend to talk about it,  keeping 
  track of that really help the game feel like a world 
  instead of a linear story line.
  Sharing 
  maps with 
  players, I per-
  sonally like 
  “Roll20” as 
  anyone can 
  see the maps and can even move their own to-
  ken on screen if you really want to do a battle 
  map.   The free version is good enough and it 
  also lets you set up some online information shar-
  ing with players if you can convince your players 
  to even think of the game when not at the table. 
   All of this means you will be typing a LOT at the 
  table, you really need to transcribe what hap-
  pened at least key items.  One thing I found that 
  helps a LOT is bringing a recorder to game and 
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  record audio during the game.  That way I can 
  play it back and listen to what happened if I can 
  not remember later while I am ﬁlling up my notes 
  as to what really happened.   Granted I have it 
  easy as I have a microphone in the face of all my 
  players and record everything for the podcast, 
   but on a low budget you can get a table micro-
  phone that is called a “boundary” mic inexpen-
  sively from amazon or ebay and plug it into your 
  laptop and use a free record software to record 
  the audio during your game session.  Being able 
  to replay the game really will help you with de-
  tails you may have missed.
  On the Tablet side, I use an iPad.   Speciﬁcally 
  because I am an old fart, I use a 12” iPad pro be-
  cause the displayed pages are as large as the ac-
  tual book pages.  I also use a speciﬁc ebook 
  reader called “goodreader” because it will let me 
  organize my own bookmarks so I can easily ﬂip 
  around to diﬀerent tables in the rule books easily. 
   This allows me to also have other books open at 
  the same time with apple books.  Being able to 
  bring up the rules on dysentery in 3 touches 
  keeps the game moving instead of the grinding 
  halt while I look it up in the book.  As a PD it is 
  imperative that you are fast at retrieving what 
  you need to know so combat or the heat of the 
  moment is not ruined by “wait let me ﬁnd that….. 
  .everyone take a break”  The energy in that mo-
  ment of the game was just killed and honestly 
  the enjoyment for everyone just dropped.  Do 
  what you can to have things instantly accessible. 
     And honestly I will roll a die and tell them the 
  answer I want them to have if it moves the story 
  along.   I’m not a simulation rules must be fol-
  lowed PD, I ﬁrmly believe my job is to make the 
  game fun for the players and to build the story. 
    So if I see even a pause will kill the moment, I’ll 
  fudge it to where it makes the story better, 
  makes the players more energized or makes it 
  more interesting.
  What is important is that you let technology be a 
  TOOL that helps you focus more on the game 
  and less of a distraction  That means then you 
  turn oﬀ all Social network notiﬁcations to mini-
  mize distraction.   If you are using Roll 20 with a 
  mix of local players and remote players, I sug-
  gest doing what you can to keep players con-
  stantly involved to reduce the “I’m bored what's 
  on Facebook” distraction that happens when 
  you allow tech at the table.   Honestly most of 
  the times when this happens it’s because the PD 
  is not involving all the players and you really 
  can't focus on one or two players, you have to 
  do something to keep everyone involved to keep 
  their attention.
  Next time we will look at what to do when all 
  your time prepping is thrown out when your team 
  decides to go oﬀ the rails.
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  FROM THE JOURNALS OF 
  ERIN CARR
  Lt. Carr was frozen in 2014 with Contact team 
  FC-002 outside of Jacksonville Florida. His spe-
  cialty is anthropology, archeology and history. He 
  has traveled the new world extensively and his 
  journals are a popular source of information to 
  many. These journals are banned within the Ken-
  tucky Free State.
  The Florida landscape is back to virgin nature 
  with added dangers. Brazilian peppers make 
  huge acreages impassible. Fire ants have grown 
  unchecked. Wild boar and coyotes and wolves 
  are bigger then belief without a fear of man. Even 
  the smells are diﬀerent, pure. The going has 
  been slow and very hard on my feet. I really miss 
  Chap Stick and suntan lotion. The coastal area 
  are easier so I have made that my route south 
  the last few weeks. I want to remain enthused 
  that nature has thrived, but it has made travel 
  very diﬃcult. 
  I had been resting my blistered feet while hiding 
  from the sun in a camouﬂaged cloth lean-to that 
  would have made my old instructors proud. 
  From here the coastal view is beautiful and the 
  star scape breathtaking. I have never enjoyed the 
  setting and rising of the sun more. I also have 
  found great joy in not risking heat stroke and 
  massive sunburn. Perhaps Florida has fallen into 
  wilderness primarily from the lack of air condition-
  ing and sunscreen? The heat and sun are toler-
  able when you see huge numbers of dolphins 
  jumping at the coast and nature in all its glory. 
  The second day of my respite turned to refuge. 
  The sunrise revealed a sailing ship at sea. Tall ma-
  jestic masts in the wind yet a simple functional 
  design elegant and powerful even from afar.  As 
  it anchored oﬀ shore I could see none of the fan-
  ciful designs all the Pirates of the Caribbean 
  ﬁlms taught me to expect. I saw chains, ﬂog-
  gings, weapons all arranged and managed with 
  eﬃciency. A slave ship. Yet this means trade and 
  a functioning economic entity. Slavery is an eco-
  nomic choice. Politics dictate who is enslaved 
  but it its economic value in a structured society 
  and culture that make it worthwhile to someone. 
    The worst aspect of humanity show there is a 
  deprived social economic structure somewhere. 
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  You see how I ﬁnd the sight hopeful and depress-
  ing at once. 
  The ship sent a landing party that came far too 
  close to m camp site. These may be the ﬁrst 
  men I have seen in weeks but I want nothing to 
  do with them. Ashore I could see no fear in them, 
  they made any noise convenient to them. I hear 
  rattling of chains, curses, talk of rape and pillage 
  hoped for all long before they were in sight. 
   Undisciplined in noise, march and all things. Ruf-
  ﬁans looking for victims, predators. I presume 
  their social order is based on strength and domi-
  nance. Perhaps the larger society behind them is 
  the same, based upon military and or economic 
  strength for leadership? I see signs of basic 
  manufacturing in their clothing and equipment. 
  There must be artisans or cottage factories to 
  make their bolt action riﬂes, leather boots or to 
  farm their food. This would be where the salves 
  are used, the source of the need and use for la-
  bor supplied by slavery. There must be limited 
  soap making because these men stank horribly, 
  as most sailors due I suppose. Their clothing is 
  homemade, all are bearded, and after seeing one 
  with a huge ax I began to wonder if these are hip-
  ster slavers? Maybe that was the social evolution 
  of these people, from lumberjacks to hipsters to 
  slavers? LOL. It is wrong to joke but it helps me 
  put my fears aside. 
  Hiding is best for me. Slavers must specialize in 
  tracking down runners. I saw their dog packs. 
  Against that my skill my blistered feet will fail. So 
  I stayed hidden, snuggled in quiet and low till the 
  depraved rabble passed. I continued to stay out 
  of the way expecting them to return this way to 
  their ship. The time passed easier with the reas-
  suring weight of a revolver in my hand. My vigi-
  lance did not waiver but it did fail me. 
  Next I awoke to a bug eyed monster snarling at 
  me with claws. It occurred to me I might be 
  dreaming but in the new world I have already 
  seen monsters, If I had coﬀee or more than a mo-
  ment of thought I would have realized it was a 
  man with night vision goggles holding back 
  leashed dogs armed with a sword. Instead I re-
  acted by jumping to defend myself and gotten 
  quickly knocked out with a pummel to the head. 
   I wish I could tell you it was a manly manner in 
  which I jumped to ﬁght but truly it was a quick 
  panic of no real planning or skill. I never even 
  saw the blow that put me down. 
  The new reality I awoke to slowly was of being 
  chained to a wooden horse drawn wagon with a 
  dozen assorted people. All had far away looks of 
  hopelessness, shoddy dirty clothing that were 
  practically rags. They smelled of fear that held 
  them mute. This seemed like a good time to shut 
  up and observe. The slavers were chatting about 
  their plans upon return to Savannah, how they 
  would spend their spoils. The rumors I had heard 
  were true and my assumptions of a larger social 
  order were correct. There was indeed a slave 
  based economic state run by the wealthiest 
  strongest families in Savannah. They traded 
  slaves to a larger group in Atlanta. Their main 
  economy was the salvage and slave trading up 
  north as well as Atlanta. These men worked for 
  the Bristy family, one of the ruling houses. The 
  Children of the Night enslaved me to use as 
  food, so back to it, again I guess. 
  My captor made an intriguing appearance, appar-
  ently a man of authority by his demeanor and 
  equipment. He alone has night vision plus other 
  modern equipment and clothing like a HK MP-5 
  submachine gun he now carried. On his web 
  gear I saw a canteen engraved with the Morrow 
  Project logo. The Project or a piece of it does ex-
  ist in this world. Did they fall to salvers like my 
  team did in Jacksonville? Would all his exotic 
  gear be Project issue? Was he a Project mem-
  ber? 
  Then came the beatings, forced march onto the 
  ship, more beatings, stale worm infested bread 
  rarely served, chains and darkness. These 
  stayed constant for a length of time to which I 
  cannot estimate. The life of slave is very hard as 
  you would guess upon both the body and soul. 
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  While chained to the bunks aboard the ship, 
  awash in hunger and agonies my captor and a 
  fancier cleaner dressed man walked the aisle 
  into my vision. I was tired, hurt, and hungry, with 
  nothing to lose so unable to raise my head I 
  crocked out a greeting to my captor addressing 
  him as “Mister Morrow Project”. That stopped 
  them cold. Mister fancy simply turned to give me 
  a quick strong punch to the head. Again, I was 
  out cold. Slavery and concussions have been far 
  to common of my experience in this world to 
  date. 
  The wall I was chained to upon awakening was 
  in a cabin serving as both quarters and private 
  oﬃce. The other walls were adorned with tro-
  phies, status symbols and art work depicting he-
  roic deeds and accomplishments.  I have heard 
  such things referred to as a “I love me wall”. 
  Chart and papers covered the large table and 
  desk. My head throbbed, thirst consumed me 
  while iron shackles bloodied my ankles and 
  wrists. I felt agony everywhere, unable to discern 
  any one pain as it encompassed my being, I 
  fought to consider my plan, and I did not have 
  one. 
  I got to know the cabins’ occupant over the con-
  tinued course of our sea journey. Kate Bristy was 
  an intellectual, disciplined and focused. She had 
  grown up as slaver nobility in Savannah with the 
  urge to see the world. Since her early teens she 
  joined the family expeditions, quickly becoming a 
  leader of them to then the head of the family busi-
  ness. She is cultured, sweet even with an unas-
  suming nature yet beneath that totally ruthless in 
  her defense and pursuit of business, family, and 
  her image. She is dangerous, intelligent, savage 
  and gorgeous. Even if I wasn’t chained up I 
  would know to fear this woman. Yet she dressed 
  simply with a sense of elegance, I never could 
  actually ignore her leather pants. Long hair and 
  soft skin, she looked like she did not know labor 
  and work, yet clearly she was not intimidated or 
  soft. She was a dichotomy. 
  Her interest in me was what I knew of history, old 
  world technology and Morrow Project facilities. 
  Her city state knew of the Project as a source of 
  material wealth and highly useful salves. They 
  have been picking over the frozen idle remains of 
  the Project for generations, We failed to launch, 
  there is no Project out there for me to ﬁnd. I have 
  to hope that maybe the unlooted pieces can be 
  found and useful. 
  Over the days, she questioned me, or ignored 
  me for varied lengths of time. She asked about 
  where I was trained, frozen and whom else I 
  knew in the project. She explored my knowledge 
  of mechanics, engineering, and other hard sci-
  ences I was not overly conversant in. I was never 
  sure if I was trying to avoid disappointing her or 
  to avoid her subtle knife usage upon my person. 
  In observation of her oﬃce work, I learned her 
  ships have plied the east coast, into the Carib-
  bean and even made treacherous raids onto the 
  European and African coasts. It makes me think 
  of the Vikings but the triangular transatlantic 
  slave trade is the most on nose comparison. 
  Maybe that knife she keep running over my skin 
  is why I keep thinking of Vikings. 150 years she 
  tells me have passed since the old world fell. In 
  that time mankind only recover to this brutal 
  primitive mind frame overwhelms my hope. The 
  Project is a shadow of legend while its need is 
  greater than we imaged to plan for. 
  CHAPTER 4
  Upon arrival in Savannah, the great city slaver 
  port, I am to be sold for a high price to a noble 
  family. These jackals hope I can lead them to 
  Morrow treasure, bring them technical toys while 
  being a display of their power.  Leashed Morrow 
  Project dreamer is the ultimate and rarest fashion 
  accessory of the elite it seems. At least this 
  means they will not kill me, or starve me too 
  much. That and the hope I might be bathed are 
  almost too much hope to risk.
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  To date what I have seen of the new world has 
  been ruins, overgrown nature and small enclaves 
  of man. I see now in Savannah more than my ex-
  perience could have guessed possible. Dozens 
  of sailing ships ply the port, large wooden docks 
  serve their trade. Innovations adapted to the lack 
  of power and fossil fuels adorn the city. From 
  afar it looked industrious, active, a hipsters 
  dream of bearded hardworking men without the 
  spoiling eﬀects of modern polluting activity.
   I did not see any coﬀee shops on the streets so 
  this could not be a hipster paradise. I was in a 
  horse drawn cage. The streetscape was covered 
  in ﬁlth, smelled of disease, and was overrun with 
  petty crimes among the town folk. Even the 
  horses were skinny from hunger and looked sad. 
  This close the city loses any romantic notions of 
  a Hollywood produced past or ideal are overpow-
  ered by the ﬁlth, stink and savageness. A most 
  wretched hive of scum and villainy indeed. Open 
  sewers, no public services or utilities. Men de-
  graded as slaves and as economic collateral 
  damage. A dank diseased city under a cloud of 
  savage even sadistic and selﬁshness. You can 
  have your pockets picked or throat slit easily 
  enough. The powerful can buy clean water food 
  and air as they can buy the government. Think of 
  Oliver Twists’ London but far worse. 
  The port bustled with goods coming and going 
  and multiple smells upon the breeze. Dozens of 
  ships I knew to be schooners and sloops, even a 
  few fully rigged ships. Any of these could make 
  the journeys of exploration and trade I envi-
  sioned in place of salving and raiding. There was 
  power here in these ships, but it was used to de-
  stroy rather than to build. Like most evil in this 
  world, it was beautiful. These ships were majes-
  tic and agile looking. 
  As a tourist Savannah would repulse me. Arriving 
  as a slave I was treated to the worst of it and of 
  humanity. The moment I was hosed down in my 
  holding pen made me think of The Planet of 
  Apes, me being Heston of course. So I have 
  come to think oﬀ these people as the apes like 
  the movie. This view was vindicated as I was 
  forced into a private cell and hosed down just 
  like that iconic ﬁlm. I had a six by six foot cell 
  with three walls and study bars over a cement 
  ﬂoor. The building was setup like a zoo, we were 
  to be on display to buyers who strolled the park 
  like scene. Strolling the gaslights with their chil-
  dren human beings were considered as simple 
  commodities to be traded used and discarded. 
  One boy eager to please and impress his father 
  stood out to me. He was well dressed and spoke 
  with intelligence and maturity beyond his years 
  to the masters while heaping foul abuse verbally 
  and physically upon the slaves. This adorable lit-
  tle 10 year old boy whipped a man repeatedly 
  with gutso to the pride of his father while mom 
  smiled upon them both. Gas lamp posts kept the 
  parade of digniﬁed brutality going past dark. It 
  also occurred to me that this is the ﬁrst time I 
  have ever been to Georgia and not seen any con-
  federate ﬂags, that seems ironic. 
  I was fed better. Oatmeal never was a favorite of 
  mine but it was like the food of the gods after 
  what I have been through to date. This place 
  gave me time ot think, worry and wonder if I 
  dared to hope. After the buyers left for the night 
  and the gaslights dimmed I was assaulted by 
  ominous sounds of crying children and adults, if 
  whips cracking and the clanking of chains. If I 
  were to close my eyes today I can still hear 
  them. I was now close to the worst of the city, 
  but still separated with a chance of being spared 
  the worst due to my perceived value. This good 
  fortune produced some guilt in me. I could do 
  nothing to help the others, I felt my failure deeply 
  as well as the Projects. I am here to help these 
  people. I compromised to focus seeking on seek-
  ing information. My quest in very short order has 
  been informative but with repeated concussions, 
  could I live and retain what I discover? 
  In the old world, I never had to truly fear death or 
  question my survival day to day, or see starva-
  tion. My training could not prepare me for this 
  new world. Here in the slave pits facing darkness 
  growing in my soul I learned the true value of The 
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  Project. It gave us a goal. We were chosen for 
  our passion and commitment, which they nur-
  tured in training. Facing the harsh events, I fell 
  back on those values to retain my sanity and 
  strive to survive. 
  With this mindset, I was sent via the dirty caged 
  cart to a stately southern manor. This was classic 
  southern plantation architecture still serving that 
  purpose. It was symbolic microcosm of the slave 
  city culture. Outside slaves toiled to delicately 
  tendered gardens on par with the Palace of Ver-
  sailles while overseers remained discreet. The 
  building housed the country club of the elite. 
   Here they gathered for the gentle art of competi-
  tion, for scheming and gossiping in the glory of 
  their wealth. 
  I entered the realm of the elite through the back 
  door so as not to disrupt the sensibilities of our 
  betters. I was cleaned and given ﬁne clothing. 
  My captor then came to me, I never learned his 
  name. “Boy, you will live well if you can show 
  your value. You will be on display for buyers. You 
  make me look bad and I will kill you slowly. You 
  make the Brsity family look bad and you will pray 
  to die for weeks.” He aﬃxed a thick leather leash 
  to my neck. “Now let’s get out there and show 
  oﬀ all that fancy old world learning you got”. This 
  man was a grunt soldier and overseer. My life 
  was in the hands of a knuckle dragger I admitted 
  with a sigh as a reply. I had already learned not 
  to look him or any master in the eye. 
  On my leash, I entered the parlors of the local 
  elite, civilized savages who had power over me I 
  had to respect and fear. Like a trained monkey I 
  played my role while trying to observe and learn. 
  Slavers carried no weapons openly to show they 
  had raw power of their domain. Finely woven 
  cloth neckties and hats were the style to keep 
  cool. Diamonds and gold adorned them all to dis-
  play wealth. These were not people who dirtied 
  their hands with labor often. I have to admit they 
  were a good looking bunch though the ﬁnger 
  foods produced the most admiration in me. 
  Lady Bristol took my leash while pleasantly sip-
  ping her iced tea over conversation a potential 
  buyer from Atlanta. The hard woman I knew at 
  sea was now a reﬁned prim proper gentle crea-
  ture with a wide smile. She wore a simple sum-
  mer dress and made it elegant. Stunningly gor-
  geous as well as deadly and crafty. I do not think 
  her peers grasped her true depth. With great ef-
  fort, I tried not to admire the ﬁt of her skirt, or the 
  depth of her dark brown eyes. I think I almost 
  managed to succeed. 
  From her chatter and questions, I learned that 
  Savanah was ruled by a council of the strongest 
  families who engage in constant intrigue of cloak 
  and dagger wars among themselves. They pro-
  duce little of their own; they trade slaves and raid 
  for their power. Atlanta is their largest trading 
  partner, which I suspect, is slowly making them 
  an economic vassal state. Soon Atlanta will have 
  true direct control and move openly against 
  them. Slave traders see everyone as potential 
  product after all and it is an economic tool and 
  weapon cutting both ways. I ﬁnd satisfaction 
  knowing the slender hands upon my leash have 
  themselves ﬁguratively leashed to a master as 
  well. I have to ﬁnd a way to use that to my advan-
  tage. 
  Bristy pulled me down to her side where I took a 
  deferential knee. She espoused my value as a 
  tutor to a fat unhappy woman from Atlanta. She 
  seemed the type to forever scowl and enjoy re-
  leasing her simmering anger and resentments. 
  This one, Penny Ginolis, enjoyed abusing others 
  with no compulsion to hide it. The matriarch of 
  her family running a machining business in At-
  lanta I got the impression she dominated the 
  business and family. Her husband in name ran 
  them only. She had useless children in her words 
  and a few grandchildren she was raising herself. 
  What dark hearted woman hates her own chil-
  dren and sees her grandchildren as dynastic 
  pawns? Once people are property all life, even 
  family, is de-valued in new ways I suppose. I won-
  der if she is typical of Atlanta? She could be a 
  symptom of a decaying corrupt society or simply 
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  the product of a marriage for money. I need to 
  sample more people to know. 
  I knew I did not want this woman to buy me. She 
  did not need to know about the extent of my 
  skills, some of which I had hidden from the Lady 
  Bristy. Her questioning ceased when an oddly 
  slender and pale man dressed all in black ap-
  proached. His build was eleven, eﬀeminate yet 
  graceful and powerful. His eyes were a cold 
  black that displayed no emotions. A Child of the 
  Night here, again these savage monsters. The 
  same of the creatures that drank the life blood 
  out of my teammates stood inches from me look-
  ing me over as I froze in horror. 
  Slavers are ﬁlth trying to be sophisticated yet 
  they still are human at least. How could they al-
  low a vile dangerous beast into their realm? 
  These people must be insane or ignorant. Were I 
  the stronger willed man I wish to be I would have 
  launched an attack upon the beast right then. As 
  I am though, I stayed on my leash and observed 
  through my fear. 
  The thing spoke with a soft unhurried voice, al-
  most sweet sounding. His facial expressions and 
  other body language reacted to the emotions his 
  empathic abilities sensed as opposed to the con-
  versation. That is an unnerving thing to watch. 
  His kind pull it oﬀ with a sense of superiority. 
  Lady Bristy was not pulsed by its revolting na-
  ture. While she did not try to sell my knowledge, 
  she oﬀered with great ﬂourish to serve my blood. 
  A pearl-handled knife was produced from the 
  folds of her jacket cut and bleed me into crystal 
  chine for the beast to drink from. I never moved 
  a muscle. Maybe these two creatures are more 
  alike than I have realized? 
  They discussed selling a few score old slaves 
  and quickly came to an agreement I was very 
  glad not to be a part of it. The Children buy food 
  not labor here; Bristy can sell devalued old or in-
  jured slaves at a better price for their blood. It 
  did not walk away so much as it slithered. Those 
  things are unnerve me because they are not natu-
  ral. 
  Dinner wound down quickly without the tension 
  that permeated the cocktail hour. Lady Bristy 
  kept me by her side during the opulent meal. She 
  could make me feel safe and terriﬁed at once. 
  Around her I did not think past the moment, fo-
  cused on the experience of living as it may be 
  my last. I am not sure if it is fear or the relief of 
  survival that keeps my senses notched up. She 
  has power over me I realize as I watch her long 
  black hair while kneeling behind her. I am not 
  sure where it comes from. Certainly she has 
  more hold on me then the leash upon me alone. 
  I enjoyed this dinner because of the heavenly 
  aroma of ﬁne dining. You can learn a great deal 
  of a culture from their food. These slave lords 
  dined like the Roman elite would have. The lob-
  ster meant they had seafaring trade to the north 
  and or south. Coﬀee! They had my ﬁrst and lost 
  love coﬀee I long for every moment.  The pres-
  ence of this magical brew shows some kind of 
  intercontinental trade or raiding. The world is 
  larger than my limited view had suggested to 
  date. 
  Do the creature comforts of this slave society ap-
  peal to me I wondered? Is it weakness needing 
  security that keeps slaves obedient? Are they 
  broken or just content to be fed in this new world 
  I asked? I have to inquire as I am on one knee 
  before the dinner table of slave lords while 
  leashed to one of their hands. 
  I was returned to the salve market zoo cage. The 
  streets were quiet in late evening but felt danger-
  ous. Our driver and guards certainly were keep-
  ing alert. Watching simple men ﬁnger shotguns 
  should unnerve me but I am the property they 
  are protecting. Robert was one of the guards I 
  got to know as he would bring me my meals and 
  ran the wing of cells I called home. He was a 
  large intimidating man with a shaved head and a 
  broad smile quick to laugh. Traditionally guards 
  are not picked for their intelligence or compe-
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  tence, they are brutes often who are quick obey 
  and do not ask questions. Common folk usually, 
  simple salt of the earth, you know, morons. But 
  Robert had a humanity to him I would never have 
  expected. He had three daughters with his wife. 
  This was just a job to him feeding his family. He 
  wants routine and no problems. His wife requires 
  he bathe the smell of his work oﬀ each night and 
  assure she eats healthy. His eyes betray a deep 
  love when he speaks of her and the kids. Like all 
  strong men he is overpowered by his daughters 
  who play with him and break his heart. 
  Robert shows me there is love I this world. Re-
  sponsibility still makes men compromise them-
  selves to support a family. Robert is the post-
  apocalyptic  oﬃce drone really. I like him be-
  cause I understand and sympathize with him 
  while envying his family. Robert took to eating 
  his meals outside the bars of my cells. I would 
  ask him about his family which he was happy to 
  brag about. He would often ask me minutia of 
  the old world. This was not an interrogation, he 
  never seemed to know or care about The Pro-
  ject. He asked who built the old forts at the wa-
  ter, did we really ﬂy across the land, what we ate, 
  those kind of things. These talked showed me a 
  diﬀerent world then the slave lords dinners re-
  vealed.
  We got a new arrival into the cell next to mine. I 
  could not see him for the ﬁrst few days after we 
  were introduced by his joining into my conversa-
  tions with Robert. His voice, eager even in this 
  slave pit betrayed the mix of conﬁdence and ig-
  norance called youth.  His name was Doug, of a 
  clan of ﬂyers from Maine. It is still called Maine. 
  His people live on one of the islands, he will not 
  say where exactly, They roam the country in air-
  ships, well he calls them balloons but they sound 
  like rigid dirigibles to me. Robert names his peo-
  ple Ballooners who trade among a number of 
  communities. 
  Doug tells many stories of his adventures but is 
  careful to never reveal locations. I surmise trade 
  routes are secret like they were in antiquity. The 
  Portuguese routes and details of Asia were state 
  secrets else a competing trader pirate or raider 
  could threaten proﬁts. Trade and war are both 
  selﬁshly motivated. 
  To believe his tales Doug is the smartest tough-
  est bravest and most successful ladies’ man of 
  his people, who really should be a ship’s captain 
  and leading member of the ruling senate soon. 
  He is sure if not for his unfortunate captivity he 
  would have been made a senator upon his return 
  already. Reportedly Doug found himself in our 
  company by way of a storm damaging and divert-
  ing his airship to low altitudes over the coastal 
  waters. There they found themselves easy prey 
  to a passing slave ship. Apparently Doug fought 
  the ship single handedly till the mass number of 
  slavers overwhelmed him. Never believe most of 
  what an excited teenager tells you, 
  To be a young man like this again! I was a young 
  man when frozen yet my short time since has 
  aged me. Repeated concussions and the occa-
  sional starvation will do that. Doug is a young 
  teenager and Robert is a family man at 20. Now 
  like much of human history before my 40 years is 
  practically ancient to them, I am grandpa old in 
  this society and world. Granted I have better 
  teeth then either of them thanks to having met a 
  dentist.
  Slowly summer was approaching us. I was given 
  Lady Bristy had not had use of me for weeks. If I 
  am not sold I cannot guess what my future 
  would be. I got to know other slaves in the mar-
  ket that stayed like me. Others were sold quickly 
  some I only met during chance encounters dur-
  ing market shows and work assignments. 
  Vince was a southern farmer from inland, friendly 
  even while scared in this place, His southern 
  drawl would disarm just about anyone. His last 
  surviving son, of four, needed medical attention 
  he could not aﬀord so he sold himself into slav-
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  ery to pay for it while his in-laws would raise the 
  boy. A man of honor in my book. 
  Tony was a petty criminal who grew up on the 
  picking pockets and shoplifting. Life on the 
  street gave him many intimidating scars as well 
  as a permanent scowl and a malnourished 
  frame. He was cocky mouthy and obviously not 
  to be trusted. Robert predicts he will sell into dan-
  gerous expendable work like mining or ship hand 
  even the harsh ﬁeld work. 
  Susan arrived to great fanfare and hoot calls. A 
  very pretty woman of obvious intelligence. Her 
  fall into the salve pits was a long one. She mar-
  ried a successful trader who took to drink, gam-
  bling and mistresses. He paid less and less atten-
  tion to his business while reveling in the ex-
  penses of his midlife crisis. After a prostitute put 
  a knife through his ribs Susan was widowed with 
  huge debts. She was sold as one of his many as-
  sets to pay debtors. Robert expects she will sell 
  quickly into a lords’ house as a servant which will 
  spare her from many worse fates. She may be 
  happier in that role even. Good to know divorces 
  and bad marriage tragedies have continue 
  through the apocalypse. Some things are just hu-
  man nature and can never change. 
  The one who had the biggest impact upon me 
  was one I never actually met or knew his name, 
  All I experienced of him was the sounds of sob-
  bing, cries of anguish and desperate pleas. He 
  was a disembodied vocal expression of pain; His 
  emotional outbursts awakened me as he was 
  dragged to a cell on my wing while uncontrolla-
  bly wailing. After the guards secured him into his 
  cell he changed to pleading through the sobs. 
  This was a mistake. Why would God do this to 
  him, this was a mistake, please someone help. 
  This can’t be real…and on and on. Other slaves 
  had little sympathy threatening and taunting him 
  for disturbing their sleep. Tony I recall went into 
  detail of how he would cut his fat throat to shut 
  him up at the ﬁrst opportunity. Their complaints 
  and threats ampliﬁed the disturbance requiring 
  Robert to intervene. Robert wanted the order 
  and routine of a simple life after all. I did not 
  could not predict how eﬀectively and directly this 
  father of daughters could achieve that goal. 
  I heard the large hallway door slam open fol-
  lowed by heavy determined foot steps. The other 
  slaves were silent now and I felt the urge to hide. 
  The bubbler began to sequel “I don’t belong 
  here” to which Robert replied by striking a baton 
  on the cell bars while yelling “You will shut the 
  Hell up now or I will shut you up”. 
  “I don’t belong here..please” cried our new neigh-
  bor. My guts tightened knowing what would hap-
  pen, I pulled myself into the far corner of my cell 
  with my head in my knees. I heard a cell door 
  thrown open and the squealer pulled forcibly 
  from his cell. Then came thuds and squishes of a 
  savage beating that were all encompassing in 
  the wing, louder to me then the sobbing had 
  been. The entire wing was dead quiet as a cell 
  door was closed and Robert breathed heavily. 
  “One chirp out of any of you the rest of the night 
  and I swear I will give you the same thing” Rob-
  ert roared. We showed agreement with our total 
  silence that whole night, till guards came to re-
  move the mess Robert left for them to clean up. I 
  stayed huddled in the corner, I could smell the 
  squealers death already. I feared to call out in my 
  sleep from a dream that night so stayed awake. 
  You see, a simple man loving his family wanted 
  routine without having to face the truth of his job. 
  His love motivated him to ignore the evils of his 
  world to blindly become part of it. The sobering 
  squealer forced him to face the evil he compro-
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  mised with and he could not face it or change it. 
  So he silenced the reminder, he struck at the 
  truth and beat it down and away where it could 
  not hurt him. He did evil directly to allow him to 
  tolerate the presence of evil, to protect his family. 
  It is illogical and wrong while it is shockingly com-
  mon and human. This was to be my last night in 
  the market ﬁttingly as it was the most honest re-
  veal of its true nature. 
  Shock and horror held me all night corned in my 
  cell. Lady Bristy arrived in the mooring dressed 
  in ﬁeld ware for royalty, heeled boots, multi pock-
  eted blouse of durable fabric, and tight cargo 
  pants with a gun belt, knife, binoculars and the 
  like. She ran her long ﬁngers along my cheek tell-
  ing me I was safe, she needed me on a salvage 
  expedition so she was taking me away from this 
  place. 
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  Even though the team has been trying to keep a 
  low proﬁle word spreads about those that are 
  powerful and do good.  A reputation as someone 
  that helps others in need spreads like wildﬁre 
  these days.   It’s this reputation that got the atten-
  tion of a pair of slavers and made them risk com-
  ing to town and talking to the team.   The town is 
  in an uproar as they approach,   A woman 
  screams, “kill the slaver scum!”  and the crowd 
  starts to turn violent when one of the slavers  
  yells out “we need help from a monster that will 
  probably come after you if it’s not stopped!” 
     “Please, help us! This monster has taken over 
  and has enslaved most of our men!  She has a 
  thirst for blood and actually will eat you if you dis-
  obey!”
  PD NOTES
  You can start this any way you want and at any 
  location you want, you should have some NPC’s 
  available to solidify that they are evil slavers and 
  not normal honest citizens.  This is a basic “bad 
  boss enslaved everyone” situation.   The team’s 
  best option is to kill or subdue the boss to break 
  the control over the others.   Your team may be 
  happy killing the slavers,  but there is a lot of 
  slaves mixed in with them.   Remember she can 
  only have basic control over women.  You may 
  want to discourage the team wiping out every-
  one,  have townsfolk ask if they can bring 
  their loved ones back ,etc..
  THE SETUP
  The team is at “anyplace” public having din-
  ner, drinking, or shopping in a market.   They 
  are approached by two men that instantly 
  has all the locals very upset and they start 
  yelling slurs and threats at the two men.  No 
  matter what happens they will beg and 
  plead to talk to the “Heros of Morrow”    if they 
  are attacked they will ﬁght back, but they will 
  keep pleading that they are here “just to talk” 
  and “A monster will come for you all after it is 
  done with us”.
  People have been disappearing for years in this 
  area and the locals know it is a group of slavers 
  that have an encampment a day walk away,  as a 
  group they can fend oﬀ a mass slaver attack, but 
  the locals lack the ability to take them on and re-
  cover their lost friends or relatives.
  This clan of slavers have been capturing travel-
  ers and others and selling them to whoever will 
  pay, but recently at a blocked road trap they cap-
  tured a vehicle and it’s driver, thinking it was 
  cargo they took everything back to the camp and 
  found in one of the boxes a woman they could 
  not wake up.  They threw both of them into the 
  slave pens and started looting the vehicle.  After 
  sunset the woman awoke and started to feed on 
  one of the  slaves, when the guards opened the 
  pen to stop her she sun around and grabbed one 
  of them by the wrist and he turned and shot the 
  other guards.   She very quickly took over the 
  compound and exacted her vengeance on those 
  that dared to interrupt her travels.   She quickly 
  decided that she could take advantage of the 
  situation and started to dominate and control eve-
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  THE MISTAKE
  
  ryone in the compound.   They all will willingly 
  die protecting her and do her will.   For all out-
  ward evidence, she is a vampire and feeds oﬀ 
  that legend.   In fact she is a highly gifted empath 
  that has a weird vampire fetish.
  The slavers are looking for help to free their 
  friends and will promise to pack up and go far 
  away releasing all their slaves and giving up all 
  the items they have collected on their raids over 
  the years, Mostly because they are afraid of the 
  team and not because they keep their word.
  THE EMPATH
  Darla is an exceptionally strong empath that with 
  physical touch can dominate the mind of men 
  and male animals.  She has practiced so much 
  that she can now exert extremely strong control 
  over any male for 100 plus D100 hours. Women 
  are not as easy to control for her but she can con-
  trol them with 4d6 hours of control.  But any 
  touch can have suggestion and all women play-
  ers are at a -30% to shake oﬀ the suggestion. At 
  initial touch males resisting has a -60% to any 
  rolls resisting her control.  She is wearing leather 
  armor with a leather cape.  She has 150DP/BP 
   She also has the ability to heal about 2DP and 
  2BP every turn on her own as long as she is 
  above 50DP/BP, she will also stop bleeding out 
  on her own in 2 turns unless she has a massive 
  wound, she can accelerate her healing to 10DP/
  10BP if she can touch another person and actu-
  ally drain life from them, that person Loses 10DP 
  per combat turn she is touching them.  She has 
  a knife and a pistol, she has learned how to use 
  the pistol +10 skill but will only use it at point 
  blank range and always acts like she is a de-
  fenseless unarmed girl. She is only 5 ft 4 “ tall 
  and weighs about 90 pounds.  She is extremely 
  agile with acrobatics +40.
  The pistol is a .38 revolver with 6 rounds, she 
  has another 12 rounds loose in a pouch on her, it 
  will take her 6 combat rounds to reload.
  Due to her life she is resentful of everyone and 
  will never do anything to allow capture.  The only 
  way to break her control is death or waiting it 
  out.  Anyone that she controls will do anything to 
  protect her even sacriﬁce their own lives.  Their 
  own will is gone, they can make basic decisions 
  but they are in essence fanatics under her con-
  trol, deadly fanatical to her.
  Her healing ability is directly connected to her 
  control ability, she actually draws life energy from 
  her victims and they will age the longer she is in 
  control of them. When control is broken they will 
  fall to the ground with a severe headache writh-
  ing in pain and withdrawal symptoms as her con-
  trol stimulates the pleasure centers of the brain, 
  extended control will increase the addiction level. 
  They will remember every single thing they did 
  under her control,  some may instantly commit 
  suicide upon release if you want to really make 
  this into a horror show. 
    PD Note:  If you want to keep it light, those re-
  leased will wander around in a dazed state and 
  be grateful for their freedom to the team.
  If the team does not outright kill her but knocks 
  her out and capture, she will do everything possi-
  ble to escape and will try like hell to touch them 
  even a light touch gives her some control and 
  any touch requires a roll or that player lets her 
  go. If she feels that she will lose, she will run 
  away to avoid capture or death. Short of them 
  nuking the place from orbit make it very hard for 
  them to kill or capture her if they do a full noisy 
  assault.   The only way they have a chance is 
  stealth only 4 of them versus the horde of con-
  trolled she will feel conﬁdent. If the team gets 
  within 100 feet of her she will start to retreat and 
  if they get within 50 feet she will run. If she is cor-
  nered she will panic and draw her gun  if some-
  one gets close enough she will touch them and 
  control them.  Anyone walking towards her will 
  get shot she is deathly afraid of ever being cap-
  tured again due to her past.  IF the team has any-
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  thing non lethal, they need to use it to capture 
  her.   Physical touch, skin to skin is needed.  She 
  is very clever and ﬁgures out ways around  glove 
  by rubbing the ﬁngertips on rocks, etc.. all it 
  takes is even a tiny bit of contact and it’s instant.
  Remember, the slavers and the slaves are techni-
  cally innocents in this. The teams should NOT go 
  on a full murder rampage.
  LOCATION   
  The slaver compound is at an old kennel and the 
  dog cages are used for slaves with scavenged 
  chain link fencing added around the kennels. 
   They also added fencing around the whole facil-
  ity and the slavers live in the haphazardly re-
  paired house with many outside walking the 
  grounds and the kennels.   Now with the empath 
  they all patrol the area for her or go out and hunt 
  for food.  Basically a wooded area and a fenced 
  compound with a typical ruined house and 8 ken-
  nel cages for the slaves.  You can set this up 
  however you see ﬁt, scale up or down for diﬃ-
  culty.   8 is good for new players, if you have sea-
  soned players scale up to 24 cages and increase 
  the number of goons.  I have seen well seasoned 
  players freak out badly when presented with 60 
  goons that they technically should not shoot that 
  are headed for them.
  The location is on a hill 
  with the back to the 
  woods the front has a 
  clear line of sight for 300 
  yards in all directions 
   sneaking in on the 
  house side that as the 
  wooded area is the best 
  approach.  In the yard 
  area is posts set in the 
  ground where slaves are 
  tied up for punishment 
  or entertainment.  There 
  are  two dead bodies on 
  two posts only being 
  held up by the ropes 
  both severely beaten, one has a man alive that is 
  hoarsely screaming, “Darla, come back to me” 
  over and over again. All three of them are wear-
  ing crude armor of leather and cloth.  These are 
  the men that captured her to begin with.  In the 
  cages are still all the women and some children.
  Darla has 25 Slavers under her control as well as 
  about 25 male slaves. The slavers had captured 
  some bobcats and she has turned them to be 
  her pets the number is up to you for scaling up. 
   Minimum 2  but I would not go crazy,  max 4 or 
  it gets pretty silly.
  If your team goes all murder hobo,  The male 
  slaves and slavers are 100 DP/BP and the bob-
  cats are as well.    The slavers have weapons but 
  their skill is not that great,  roll ﬁrearms of 25% 
   hand to hand at 35%    hand to hand for the 
  slaves will be 35% as well   they will all have im-
  provised clubs if they can ﬁnd them.  IF the team 
  does start a killing spree, each one they take 
  down to 70 DP/BP or below   roll a 50% roll. 
   ANY successes means the injuries broke the 
  control and that person will collapse with the con-
  trol breaking eﬀects and start yelling “stop 
  shooting/hitting me”  this can add some nice con-
  fusion to the mix and remind the players these 
  are not just goons to be killed.
  The bobcats, use the 
  standard animal info for 
  bobcat, or if you want to 
  scale them up, give her 
  bears for a bit of “OH 
  CRAP” moment when 
  the team sees them.   
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  QUARTERMASTERS
  CORNER
  In the last article we covered a typical Morrow 
  Project cache and covered what I use for them. 
   But the caches are not just for giving the team 
  more ammo and vehicle parts.  Morrows Mission 
  is community rebuilding and support so each 
  team will have one or more community support 
  caches.   Depending on the team and their role 
  the community support caches will be diﬀerent 
  sized.   A small 2 man Recon team for example 
  will have a small cache similar to their resupply 
  cache but would have things like a community 
  defense case, a doctor in a box, or simply aid.   
  For example,  just like before we have a small 
  cache that is based on a standard concrete 
  sewer vault like before that was easy to rapidly 
  deploy under the watchful eye of the community. 
    For that small team I would include the follow-
  ing for a generic community support cache.
  1 - pelican case Containing…
  12 - Colt stagecoach riﬂes made to shoot 
  .45ACP
   6 -  .45ACP revolvers with holsters and belts
   2 -  repair kits with parts 
  12 - simple cleaning kits with pictogram books 
  on how to clean the riﬂe and pistol as well as 
  how it goes together and comes apart.
  1 - pelican case Containing
  12 - K-BAR knives in leather sheathes
  12 - basic ﬁrst aid kits with pictogram basic ﬁrst 
  aid info
  12 -  single channel FRS radios with hand crank 
  charging
  12 - hand crank ﬂashlights
  12 - black knit watch caps, 
  12 - 6X monoculars
  12 - sets of stainless handcuﬀs
  12 - polycarbonate night sticks
  1 - small pelican case Containing
  24 - rugged e-paper ebook readers loaded with 
  self teaching courses including self teach how to 
  read courses.  These have a solar panel back so 
  they can be left out in the sun to charge. They 
  are waterproof and rugged. 
  1 - pelican case Containing
  1250 - packets of seeds.  These seeds are a 
  wide variety of foods that will grow easily and 
  were genetically engineered to survive dormant 
  for 100+ years. The seeds are common varieties 
  speciﬁcally chosen for the teams current location 
  to be able to grow rapidly and yield enough for 
  food and to harvest seed for replanting. There is 
  enough seed here for 4 farms  100 acres in size 
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  to plant for 4 years in a row to feed a decent 
  sized village.
  6 - ebook readers that are extremely rugged 
  ﬁlled with agriculture and animal husbandry infor-
  mation designed to be from simple to complex 
  as well as simple to follow guides on how to 
  build barns, coops, and greenhouses as well as 
  how to build irrigation, etc…  these will require 
  teaching from the starter ebook readers so they 
  can read and understand basic knowledge ﬁrst.
  1 - small pelican case that is a frontier doctor in 
  a box. It’s contents has 2 ebook readers that spe-
  cialize on medical and has a built in ultrasound 
  device as well as a wrist component that will 
  read temperature, pulse, blood oxygen, etc… 
   Many tools needed for the doctor as well as a 
  pill press and other items needed to make the 
  recipes in the ebook reader for aspirin, penicillin, 
  and other important drugs needed to increase 
  the overall health of the community.
  1  - large case that contains 2400 rounds of 
  .45ACP 
  1 - case with 6 trade packs and 1st contact cloth-
  ing such as ripped up jeans, heavily worn boots, 
  worn and damaged  leather jacket, shirts etc.
  This community support cache will allow the 
  team to set up a local law enforcement or militia 
  that will be eﬀective against animal threats as 
  well as raider threats.  The whole kit will be able 
  to set up a local doctor, a small school and get at 
  least 2 farms going well.  It is not a drop oﬀ and 
  “good luck” cache.  The team will have to spend 
  time in the community getting them rolling. At 
  least 6 months is needed, and they will have to 
  continue to support the community for a couple 
  of years before they would be able to be left on 
  their own.  The above is a small enough amount 
  to ﬁt in a small team vehicle in one load to drag 
  back to town.   
  A bit of details on the ebook readers.   Putting in 
  regular books like the original Morrow caches 
  would have consume lots of precious space that 
  they just don't have,  technology pioneered by 
  Morrow Industries has created extremely rugged 
  ebook readers that use epaper that short of us-
  ing them as bullet shields or intentionally trying 
  to destroy them they will continue to function for 
  at least a 30 year time span in severe conditions, 
   longer if they are well cared for.    Power supply 
  is a super capacitor system that the entire back 
  of the unit is a solar panel that will charge it com-
  pletely in only 2 hours of direct sunlight.  The 
  memory storage is not “ﬂash” but instead a laser 
  burned rom so memory degradation is not a 
  problem.   Each unit can hold 10,000 books, 
  some are generic education and entertain-
  ment and others are speciﬁc for a certain 
  ﬁeld.   There are special versions with 
  added sensor connections such as the 
  medical ebook tablet that has storage in it 
  and can have a sensor plugged in to give 
  them more information the connectors are 
  surface pegs that are waterproof and re-
  quire no maintenance.   The medical tablet 
  for example has a simple rugged rubber 
  wristband that when connected will let the 
  medical operator read basic health stats 
  and it has a built in rudimentary ultrasound 
  device to image internally.
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  What about a larger team?   Scale up the kit. 
    But if it’s a science team? They are supposed 
  to set up and rebuild an area or even start a uni-
  versity, etc…   their community support caches 
  would be quite large.   In fact I have gone as far 
  as having the cache for one science team be a 
  separate bolt hole that contained a large trailer 
  packed with everything needed to set up a base 
  of operations that was to become a central learn-
  ing location and lab.  A mars team may have a 
  similar trailer that is a defense post or even a sec-
  ondary bolt home with that trailer and a couple 
  of HMMV vehicles designed to run on biodiesel 
  for the community to use themselves for security 
  of the base.   Finally a  Science One team would 
  have a couple of bolt hole sized caches as well 
  as mars teams all designed to meet at a location 
  to set up and defend a large university they are 
  to build.     
  The important part is, out of the 5 caches, 2 
  should be community support caches.  They are 
  a Morrow team not a death squad.  Their primary 
  mission is to restore society, so their caches will 
  reﬂect this.
  Details on the community support caches and 
  how you should design your own are interesting. 
   Think of it this way,  what if a community had a 
  major disaster and all local leaders are wiped 
  out.  What would you need to get up and running 
  again?  Let’s explore those in detail.
  Community Security support in a 
  Box
  You can not have community security without 
  communications.   Short range radios with a 
  base radio that can act as a “repeater” to in-
  crease range and reliability.  So in the box would 
  be a “command center” that would have a radio 
  for command that has enough cable to run the 
  antenna to the top of the highest structure they 
  have.  This radio has a built in power supply and 
  charges from solar panels.  It can run for the en-
  tire night under light use.  Radios for the patrols 
  on the ground, again self contained with a crank 
  to charge them, or they can be connected to the 
  base and charged from the solar panel.   They 
  are a single frequency, you can turn it on and ad-
  just volume.   Along with this would be a typical 
   army ﬁeld desk ﬁlled with what a sheriﬀ would 
  need to manage a group of deputies.   Generic 
  badges, polished stainless steel for deputies and 
  polished brass for the sheriﬀ  no writing on them. 
    Weapons and restraints for all as well as infor-
  mation on training for being a community peace 
  oﬃcer as well as guidelines on handling disputes 
  without force.  There would also be ﬂare guns to 
  call for help in case radio is not working or un-
  available.  Several ebooks on dedicated readers 
  for police training.   How to shoot better, self de-
  fense, how to do investigations, and many more. 
   Designed to deliver basically a frontier level of 
  law and peacekeeping with some modern tech-
  niques. 
  Hospital in a Box
  This would be a large cache that is medical in na-
  ture only.  Lots of tools for basic medical for im-
  mediate modern aid.  But a whole half of the box 
  is dedicated to sustainable medicine.   Simple 
  tools for diagnosis including a microbiology lab, 
  pharmaceutical lab and manufacturing, as well 
  as items needed for surgical and care that are ex-
  tra durable as well as duplicates. There is 
  enough here to set up a small hospital that can 
  care for 20-30 long term cases as well as 20 per 
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  day emergency cases for one year.  After that it 
  will need to be resupplied.  The labs can start cre-
  ating medicines, and the documentation has 
  enough there for a highly skilled blacksmith to 
  start making some of the items needed as well 
  as information on medical grade stainless steel. 
   If 2 years were spent and a suitable building was 
  found a fully operational hospital could be cre-
  ated with the external support personnel to make 
  it self sustaining for basic care at a level of medi-
  cine from the early 1900’s but with modern knowl-
  edge available.   Training a doctor completely will 
  take much longer.  But even with basic training 
  such a facility will dramatically reduce the mortal-
  ity rate of a community even with only 1900’s 
  level of technology.
   
  Farm in a Box
  Lastly we have the agriculture 
  in a box system.  This ex-
  tremely large version would 
  have tens of thousands of 
  packets of seeds as well as an 
  extreme amount of ebook read-
  ers and some basics to help 
  get farms started.  Morrow In-
  dustries clear plastic rolls that 
  do not degrade in UV light and 
  have thin clear ﬁbers running through them 
  to resist ripping for up to 50 years. These 
  rolls are designed to get several green-
  houses up and running quickly to extend 
  growing seasons.   The same plastic can 
  be used to make water tanks for rainwater 
  storage for the greenhouses, this delivers a 
  large thermal mass inside the greenhouse 
  for temperature stabilization as well as a 
  large source of water to make the crops 
  survive dry seasons.  There is enough plas-
  tic inside a large cache to create 5 acres of 
  greenhouses and 1000 gallon water stor-
  age for each ½ acre sized greenhouse.   If 
  done properly yields will be increased dra-
  matically.   There is also enough PVC and stain-
  less steel pipe in the cache to sink 4 wells up to 
  500 feet deep with a large volume cast iron hand 
  pump at the top.  Along with all this is also a 
  blacksmith starting kit that has some hammers 
  and other tools to get an forge functioning fast 
   so that more tools and plows and saws can start 
  to be manufactured.
  I left out details so that you as the PD can create 
  the kit you want your people to have.  Also the 
  full details are really not needed unless you have 
  an accountant on your team. Letting them know 
  they can build X number of  greenhouses, etc… 
  is enough.  Don’t let the game turn into “The Mor-
  row Accounting and Ledgers Project”.
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  SOLITARY MORROW
  Cold, damn cold... Joints stiﬀ... Can’t move... 
  Where am I? Blinding, ﬂashing light in my face 
  accompanied by a muted alarm. Getting warmer 
  now, electrical humming and sparks. Morrow? 
  Memories coming back now. They said the freez-
  ing process was safe, but they didn’t say any-
  thing about the thawing process. As the hatch 
  began to open the tube’s emergency system 
  tried to zap me one last time, got out just before 
  caps overcharged and detonated with a bright 
  blue plasma and the smell of ozone. I slammed 
  the hatch shut on my pod, looked around the 
  room. It's dark,with the dim ﬂow of the emer-
  gency lighting only. I made my over to inspect 
  the others, everyone else is still in cryo. I at-
  tempted to start the manual wakeup on each of 
  the tubes, nothing. Opened the panel on one of 
  the tubes, the wakeup control board is busted. I 
  checked the board from my pod, fried. It must 
  have failed while i was  a waking up. The tubes 
  cryo functions are still working just the damn 
  wakeup controls are fried. Looking over the con-
  trol boards I noticed that the serial numbers were 
  almost sequential. Must have been a part out of 
  tolerance, for it to degrade in only a couple of 
  years. If only Sparks tube had activated ﬁrst. 
  Looked up at the nameplate on the tube “William 
  C. Sparkman”  He could troubleshoot these 
  boards. Referred to as Willie C. Sparks by others 
  in the group that knew him before Morrow train-
  ing. Something he did his ﬁrst year in Electrical 
  school secured that moniker. 
  Grabbed one of those shiny bags that Sparks al-
  ways kept electrical components in and put one 
  of the control boards in it and took it over to the 
  computer terminal. Turned on the terminal and 
  swiped my badge to login. Attached the board to 
  the diagnostic port. Fortunately it was an auto-
  mated process. After a few moments an error 
  was displayed on the screen. 5 VDC = 0.14 VDC 
  and a shortcut to the speciﬁcation sheet for the 
  TS5205. So I clicked on it, without even knowing 
  what I was looking for. After skimming the docu-
  ment for what seem like hours. Saw something 
  about capacitance aging and happened to 
  glance down at the system time bar, 7/25/2167. 
  After some quick math, that’s more than a cou-
  ple of years in cryo than we were supposed to 
  be. We were only expected to be in for 3 to 5 
  years, but 150, no wonder the tubes were failing. 
  Looking back at the spec sheet the TS5205 re-
  quires an output capacitor of a minimum of 2.2 𝞵 
  Farad, whatever a Farad was, after a 150 years 
  I’d reckon that’s enough time to degrade below 
  that value.
  I need to get out of here, see if there is some-
  where I can get help. Gathered my pack, 
  checked my gear and threw the switch for one of 
  the personnel exits, held my hand over my face 
  as the sand came down from the hatch and 
  made my way up the ladder.
  It's night time, I cover the entrance and survey 
  the area. I look up at the sky to get a bearing, 
  pick a direction and start walking, hoping to ﬁnd 
  a town. Full moon out, that helped,  How did the 
  tubes wakeup systems fail? After a few hours i 
  approach the edge of a settlement, no electrical 
  lights, just campﬁres and torches. Everything 
  looks so primitive. How long was I in cryo? 
  Surely I can ﬁnd what I need to get the other 
  tubes controls working here, I wonder what 
  passes for currency here, hopefully it’s not bottle 
  caps or something dumb like that.  
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  By Jason Brown
  
  Made my way into the settlement, found what 
  looked to me a tavern, went inside almost expect-
  ing the cliche of everyone in the bar going silent 
  and looking at me coming in the doorway, but 
  that didn’t happen everyone kept to their own. 
  Went up to the old man behind the bar and or-
  dered something to eat, traded something for it. 
  Barkeep has a microwave he heated my meal in 
  it. I played dumb. Asked him where he got a 
  fancy contraption like that. He said a group of 
  travelers a few years ago dressed similar to the 
  way I am came through here, helped ﬁx the place 
  up and made them a couple of power generators 
  too. I said it’s a microwave. He recalled that's 
  what the travelers called it. Asked him if i could I 
  take a closer look at it. He was afraid that I 
  would break it. Tried to convince him I was part 
  of the same group that came through here. He 
  wanted me to prove it by ﬁxing the large genera-
  tor that normally powered the settlement, it went 
  out a few months back and all they had was the 
  smaller one used to work the food heater. I 
  agreed, only if he would let me look at the micro-
  wave latter. 
  Managed to get the generator working and the 
  barkeep allowed me to look at the microwave. It 
  was just as I expected, the other Morrow team 
  that came through her used parts from a cryo-
  pod and fabricated this microwave and they 
  used the very same control board that I need to 
  wake the others. Tried to explain to the barkeep 
  that I really needed to borrow a part from it and 
  at ﬁrst he wasn’t having it, until I explained that I 
  could use it to wake the others in my team and 
  how we could help the city further. He oﬀered a 
  room for me to stay the night in if I could pay for 
  it the same way as the other Morrow group did, 
  with a chocolate bar. Who would have thought a 
  freeze dried 150 year old chocolate bar could be 
  more valuable than gold.
  The next morning I left the settlement with the 
  working control board, in the shiny bag with the 
  broken one. Made my way back to the bolthole, 
  uncovered the entrance and went back down the 
  ladder. Powered up the generator, so that I would 
  have better lighting. Swapped the control board 
  in Sparks’ tube ﬁrst. Everything worked correctly. 
  After Sparks got acclimated he woke the rest of 
  the team. I explained to them what happened at 
  the settlement asked what we could do to help 
  them further. Sparks spoke up ﬁrst said he had 
  just the thing in mind, while looking at the busted 
  control board in hand.
  We arrived at the settlement later that evening 
  went straight to the tavern The barkeeps eyes 
  were wide as we presented him with 4 working 
  microwaves and the control board that he al-
  lowed me to use.  Sparks later upgraded the gen-
  erators, Gunner improved the settlements de-
  fenses and Sam ﬁxed the water problems.
     
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  The CCC
  Central California Coast
  What can I tell you? As a trader in these lands 
  the CCC is a safe place when you compare the 
  cess pool of local warlords or the crazy monks of 
  Baraba or the endless ﬂooded ruins of the Bay 
  Area.  Add to that they have a smooth paved 
  road and a working railroad, and I tell you it’s like 
  heaven in comparison to the rest of the south or 
  most of the north.  The Farmers Collective of Sali-
  nas  is a bunch of rich Landowners and the poor 
  peasants that till the land. The Soil is as rich as 
  any I have seen and they actually export food 
  through ships to the other lands around the area. 
  Can you believe an area that can export food?
  Camp Roberts is the center of the CCC military 
  and they still have actual running vehicles and 
  pre war equipment. You say that's bullshit? No I 
  swear to the Gods that I actually saw what they 
  call a Tank once. And if you know the right peo-
  ple, you can even trade for actual ammo that can 
  ﬁt the old weapons. Heck if you know the right 
  people, I heard you can get almost anything from 
  certain quartermasters ( if you know what I mean 
  ).
  They also patrol the roads and the boundaries of 
  the CCC from any bandits or undesirables for 
  the Farmers collective and for SLO. I heard that 
  the soldiers from Roberts can be hired for most 
  things, so if you need some muscle and you can 
  pay, they might be what you need.  Last in the 
  CCC is SLO. I think the old title was “San Luis 
  Obispo” but today it’s just SLO. It’s what they 
  call a University town under the Faculty Senate 
  and it runs most of the south from Morro Bay to 
  Solvang. They are pretty friendly to traders and a 
  good place to buy goods as they make a lot of 
  interesting things. There graduates keep all the 
  prewar gear working, and I heard that they are 
  making machines that let people ﬂy. I personally 
  don’t believe it, and you know you can’t trust eve-
  rything that you hear on the road.”
  Introduction:
  The CCC came about during the regionalization 
  and breakdown of the California government dur-
  ing the crisis of 2017 and the resulting nuclear 
  exchanges. The important point about the CCC 
  is that it is not one government but three diﬀer-
  ent groups that work loosely together in order to 
  control the region.
  Regions:
  North - Salinas - Farming - Salinas Farming Col-
  lective  “The Collective” 
  Central - Camp Roberts State Government - Mili-
  tary dictatorship. “Roberts”
  South - San Luis Obispo - University Republic - 
  “SLO”
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  By Clive Hendrick
  
  Central Coast - Underpopulated - “Coast”.  
  Prewar:
  The California Central Coast has long been a 
  lightly populated who main products are agricul-
  ture and tourism from the state parks on the 
  coast.
  It major feature of the area is Highway 101 that 
  links Los Angeles to San Francisco. Once it was 
  the primary road linking Northern and Southern 
  California, but has largely been bypassed by the 
  more direct Interstate - 5 in the central valley.
  The War and the Asteroid Strikes:
  With no major targets, the central california coast 
   escaped most of the warheads with the excep-
  tion of strikes at the Diablo Nuclear Power Plant 
  and Vandenberg AFB in the far south.   Because 
  of the strong oﬀshore wind currents (West to 
  East ), it escaped all of the fallout from the Bay 
  Area to the north and the Los Angeles region to 
  the south which eﬀectively boxed in the area 
  from a refugee inﬂux.  The Asteroid Strike did lit-
  tle direct damage to the area, but the resulting 
  tsunami caused major damage to the low lying 
  coastal regions of morro bay and Monterey bay.   
  The global cooling of temperatures from nuclear 
  strikes and impact from the asteroid strikes 
  again did little damage to this area as the sea 
  regulated much of the changes, and the increase 
  rain actually helped the region which before the 
  war was semi-arid.  Once the Tsunami from the 
  Asteroid and hit the coast, it look years before 
  the local population resettled the rich coastal 
  farming lands around Monterey and some se-
  lected areas around Morro Bay, but abandoned 
  much of the central coastal areas accessible by 
  highway one do high maintenance needed and 
  the sparse population.
  The Early Years:
  Within a year the population did fall by 40% do 
  to hunger and widespread disruptions in trans-
  portation and infrastructure, but the catastrophic 
  collapse seen in other areas did not happen. The 
  reason why the area was able to weather the war 
  and asteroid strike was isolation, geographical 
  location, and a strong military presence.
  Civilian Government:
  This State Government ceased to exist almost as 
  soon as the war broke out with both the state 
   capital and most major cities taking nuclear 
  strikes.  The local government in the california 
  central quickly came under martial law from 
  Camp Roberts and Fort Hunter Liggett. The stabi-
  lizing inﬂuence did much to help the region sur-
  vive more or less intact.  With little in the way of 
  any higher state government or a strong national 
  government, the area more or less continued to 
  function independently and over time became a 
  completely independent of any national organisa-
  tions ( or the 4 to 5 National governments that 
  claimed jurisdiction).  
  Military:
  The Region has two major Military bases used by 
  the California National Guard (Camp Roberts) 
  and the United States Army Reserve ( Fort 
  Hunter Liggett ).  Camp Roberts was built during 
  world war two and is spread across 41,000 acres 
  and is the center for California National Guard 
  Training. It is a sprawling camp with only a small 
  permanent support garrison but it is close to 
  highway 101 and major rail lines.  Fort Hunter Lig-
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  gett was also built around world war two and is 
  the largest USAR base in the world ( 167,000 
  acres ) that is used to train US Army Reserve 
  units in infantry, artillery, air, and tank combat. Un-
  like Roberts, there is a  permanent support garri-
  son as well as a large amount of equipment that 
  was used for training.  The California National 
  Guard and USAR was already on High Alert be-
  fore the war started due to the upcoming Aster-
  oid Strikes in 2017 and the need to train units 
  and pre - position equipment away from the 
  coastal areas. At the time of the war parts of the 
  parts of the 79th Infantry Brigade Combat team 
  were at Camp Roberts for disaster relief training.
  On June 12th, 2017, The following elements 
  were at Camp Roberts.
  79th Infantry Brigade
  1st Battalion, 184th Infantry Regiment 
  1st Battalion, 160th Infantry Regiment 
  1st Squadron, 18th Cavalry Regiment 
  1st Battalion, 143rd Field Artillery Regiment 
  578th Brigade Engineer Battalion 
  40th Brigade Support Battalion 
  At Fort Hunter Liggett 
  91st Training Division HQ group  
  3rd Brigade 356th Logistics Support Battalion
  U.S. Navy's 31st Seabee Readiness Group
  Elements of the 5th Armored Brigade were as-
  sembling at the Fort when the war started -
  3rd Battalion, 362nd Regiment (Armor) “Stal-
  lions” 
  2nd Battalion, 356th Regiment (Logistics Sup-
  port) "Red Ball” 
  2nd Battalion, 362nd Regiment (Field Artillery) 
  "Red Leg” ) 
  After the ﬁrst days of the war, the 79th Infantry 
  Brigade spread out over southern areas of cen-
  tral coast areas trying to help with disaster relief 
  as well as radiation containment from the strikes 
  to the Diablo Canyon Nuclear Power Plant and 
  Vandenberg AFB.  The elements of the 5th Ar-
  mored Brigade moved out and attempted to sup-
  port the northern areas around San Jose but 
  soon found out that with the amount of devasta-
  tion to the Bay Area there was not that much that 
  they could do to help with the few resources at 
  their command.   Both units attempted to help 
  the survivors the best they could but only 
   100,000 or so refugees from the North and 
  South were resettled into the local farms and 
  ranches that were desperate for manual labor as 
  much of the infrastructure was destroyed by the 
  EMP eﬀects of the war.  By 2018, the US Central 
  Government and Military structure more or less 
  collapsed as three diﬀerent  leaders claimed to 
  be president and their ability to aﬀect more than 
  regional resources ceased. Seeing the writing on 
  the wall, the commanders at Camp Roberts and 
  Fort Hunter Liggett declared that they would no 
  longer accept commands from outside groups till 
  there was a legitimate national government. 
  Needless to say, as each region tended to its 
  own, and fought for vital resources,  this never 
  happened.
  2018 Army Mutiny :
  Within the ﬁrst year the stress of the relief work 
  and the growing breakup of the national govern-
  ment caused a rift between the elements of the 
  army command that wanted to go home to their 
  ruined cities vs those that wanted to stay in the 
  Central Coast Region.  Some of the 5th Armored 
  Brigade and National Guard units decided that in 
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  comparison to other sections of the United 
  States, were chaos and mass starvation was 
  common, this area was more or less intact so 
  they were in no rush to leave.  It looked like a full 
  scale munity might occur when calmer minds pre-
  vailed and elements of the Military that wished to 
  leave were allowed to leave. In all about 70% of 
  the National Guard Troops stayed with 60% of 
  the 5th Armored Battalion. The rest headed oﬀ 
  and disappeared from the area. A large armored 
  element did leave and made it’s way back to 
  Texas ( See Operation Lonestar ). 
  The Middle Years: 2020 to 2120
  The Middle years was one of stabilization and lim-
  ited rebuilding. Much of the electronics was per-
  manently lost, but with the knowledge of Cal 
  Poly in SLO, the basic infrastructure was slowly 
  rebuilt and maintained.  By the mid 2020’s, the 
  North and Southern areas chaﬀed and the con-
  tinuation of Martial Law and the imposed food 
  supplies demanded by the Army to protect the 
  areas from constant border skirmishes with ma-
  rauding bandits and hostile groups.  After a se-
  ries of civilian strikes against the military, it 
  looked like the remaining civilian and military gov-
  ernments were going to come to a head when 
  compact was brokered by the mayor of the 
  Northern Farmers Collective ( Salinas  ) allowed 
  for the valley to be at peace with an barter sys-
  tem setup that more or less lasts till today.  The 
  north would provide Agriculture to Roberts while 
  SLO would supply technical support would oper-
  ate the Oil ﬁelds and infrastructure in exchange 
  for army protection of the region's governments.  
  It is not a perfect system and hostilities still ﬂare 
  but it has managed to keep the peace for over 
  100 years. Now the main three power elites are 
  actually repressing the new democratic move-
  ments in the population as all three governments 
  are not interested in changing the status co.
  North:
  After years of hunger the and near subsistence 
  living, the north managed to stabilize faster than 
  the other areas due to the amazing rich soil and 
  the larger population.
  As there was not the driving need to keep the cit-
  ies running and most of the population was 
  spread out on the farms, this led to a slow but 
  steady erosion of elected power from the larger 
  cities to that of the Large Farms and Ranches 
  that became the true power in the area.
  The Northern government soon fell under a char-
  ismatic farmer named Carlos Rodeos who was 
  instrumental in organizing the local farm workers 
  and refugee into work groups to keep the farms 
  operational.
  With the local county government with little ac-
  tual power, The other larger farming and ranching 
  families soon formed an elected council that 
  elected Carlos to the title of Mayor. Today his de-
  scendants continue with that title today ( 150 
  years latter ).
  Middle:
  The Middle regions had little external problems in 
  comparison to the southern regions. 
  Slowly the Military command structure turned 
  less from an merit based one into a inherited one 
  with the sons of the oﬃcers and senior NCO pro-
  vided an inherited elite. By the 2040 it was com-
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  mon to see the same unit be commanded by the 
  sons and daughters of the soldiers that started 
  before the war.
  The Military did centralize its control and equip-
  ment to Camp Roberts from Fort Hunter Liggett. 
  Over time Camp Hunter Liggett returned back to 
  a large Cattle Ranch that still provides Beef to 
  most the region and is a major source of wealth 
  for the oﬃcers at Roberts.
  South:
  The south had a harder time that the north and 
  the central regions as it had to deal with the last-
  ing eﬀects of fallout as well as being closer to 
  the refugee inﬂux from the now safe to travel 
  highway 101 to Santa Barbara.
  San Luis Obispo (SLO)  very quickly became the 
  seat of the regional government and its leader-
  ship dominated the local politics.
  By 2030, the relative safety of the Salinas River 
  valley drew more and more desperate people 
  from the devastated Los Angeles region. The 
  great ﬁre of 2031 in Santa Barbara sent tens of 
  thousands of people moving north following high-
  way 101 and threatened to overwhelm the fragile 
  CCC governments.
  The Military had to clamp down of the area 
  passes and roads and institute a strict immigra-
  tion policy.
  A small proportion of the refugee were settled in 
  the less desirable ( and still dangerous from the 
  fallout from the Diablo Canyon Nuclear Power 
  Plant Strikes ) in the Santa Maria area while with 
  the collapse of the Santa Barbara government, 
  the more choice land around Solvang soon was 
  annexed to the SLO government.
  This rejection of many of the refugee that were 
  blocked at the tunnel around Las Cruces on high-
  way 101 and the mountain top along Highway 
  154 by the MIlitary. Many of the people were 
  forced back to the Santa Barbara region and to 
  this day results in many hard feelings.
  Recent History:
  Power has been consolidated in all three local 
  governments. 
  In the north, the top is an oligarchy ruled by the 
  main ranching - farming lands with a lower tech-
  nology and education base.
  Camp Roberts recruits from the north and the 
  south but has become a more or less military dic-
  tatorship for hire with the oﬃcer class a inherited 
  title and the lower ranked NCO’s drawn from the 
  lower educated masses.
  The South is ruled by SLO and the Faculty Sen-
  ate. It has an outward facing democracy but the 
  real power lies in the faculty senate and its inher-
  ited members.
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  Many of the oﬃcer children do attend SLO as do 
  the more wealth farming barons in the north so 
  there is a far degree of contact between the lead-
  ers of the diﬀerent regions. This has created a 
  more or less stable ruling class with many fami-
  lies intermarrying.
  As mentioned below, in general, the rulers of the 
  CCC have little interest in democratic change but 
  there are those who ﬁght for the rights of the 
  common people.
  Over time, much of the northern farms and 
  ranches fell under the charismatic leadership of a 
  local rancher named Delgado who eventually 
  formed NUEVESPANIA ( See below ). At the time, 
  the collective barely noticed the change till the 
  new kingdom started to actively expand into the 
  border regions north of Salinas.
  Infrastructure:
  Land:
  Highway 101 is much smaller at 2 lanes but it 
  generally a paved road from SLO to Salinas. It is 
  a well worn gravel road from SLO south to the 
  borders at the 101 and a poorer gravel road on 
  the old highway 154.
  There is a 38 MW Gas turbine Power Plant near 
  Camp Roberts that provides power to Roberts, 
  SLO.
  The Gas - Oil Wells near Roberts also still pro-
  vide both Gas and Reﬁned Oil to the region but it 
  is heavily regulated by Roberts and is a source of 
  wealth to the military.
  There is windmills that generate power for Sali-
  nas more powerful families, but most of the popu-
  lation is without electrical power.
  There is well main tended Diesel Train Railway 
  that runs from just south of SLO all the way to 
  Salinas.
  Sea:
  There is a minor port at Monterey that can take 
  larger wooden ships as well as smaller tramp 
  freighters. This is a known port of call for many 
  of the Paciﬁc region power bases and does brisk 
  trade with groups from Los Angeles ( insert 
  names from other module ), Latin America, south 
  america, china, new zealand, and the australian 
  city states.
  Small ocean capable wooden ships are com-
  monly made up and down the coast with a small 
  shipyard in Monterey.
  Air:
  While there was small airports dotted throughout 
  the region, over the last 150 years most airports 
  have been abandoned with the remaining few pis-
  ton driven aircraft under the control of the re-
  gents board at the SLO County Regional Airport.
  A newer breed of aircraft have started to appear 
  in the last few years which are made by a small 
  company out of SLO, that resemble late 1920 air-
  craft in design ( mostly made from wood and can-
  vas ). These have been equipped and sold to 
  Rich farming families for agricultural spraying 
  and are proving to be a huge success.
  The Current Camp Roberts is experimenting with 
  a small recon squadron of 3 planes and has com-
  missioned 4 more for the next year. The Military 
  has high hopes that these will one day allow if to 
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  project greater power up and down the coast 
  and allow for it to push eastward to reclaim areas 
  in the central Valley.
  Communication:
  There is a Telegraph system to various outward 
  facing regions and an active telephone line that 
  follows Highway 101 from SLO to Salinas.
  There is a Commercial AM Radio Station on the 
  hills of SLO that broadcasts a single that can be 
  heard for about 100 miles around. The play local 
  news and a mixture of music from various pre 
  war groups ( mostly on vinyl records ).
  Technology:
  LAND:
  The rural society is more or less horse drawn 
  with limited mechanized support mostly in the 
  way of tractors on the well to do farms in the 
  north.
  Internal Combustion Engines are well known, but 
  rarely used as the cost to keep them up means 
  only the wealthy use them. Camp Roberts has 
  the largest amount of pre-war equipment that 
  still runs but they use it rarely as their reserves of 
  spare parts is limited.
  The workshops of SLO have produced in limited 
  qualities internal combustion engines for the new 
  aircraft and for reconditioned cars, but they have 
  not been able to built engines at the same power 
  or reliability of the prewar designs. Most of the 
  working designs are closer to the 1940’s in com-
  plexity with little in the way of electronics.
  Train travel is commonplace up and down the val-
  ley and reasonably inexpensive for the middle 
  class but quite expensive for the poor. In the last 
  few years, they have added train lines to Morro 
  Bay and Monterey Bay to support the growing 
  shipping and tourism of the more well to do.
  The Diesel Train transportation for goods is com-
  monplace and is the real driving force for the 
  trains continued operation.
  Most of the population does not travel and more 
  than 70% of the population will have never trav-
  eled more than 30 miles from where they are 
  born. 
  SEA:
  SLO engineers can work on the more simple pre-
  war internal combustion ship, but the workshops 
  at Montery do not have the ability to do more 
  than rebuild existing ships engines.
  The sea port at Monterey does have a small ship-
  yard running by a shipping company from SLO. It 
  is are only capable of producing ships smaller 
  than 150 tons. Steam Engines can be produced 
  in the workshops of SLO then shipped by rail to 
  the shipyard for special orders but are common 
  on the more well to do coastal merchantmen. 
  While building an iron ship is possible, the lack of 
  cheap iron sources means that the cost would 
  be prohibitive for the common merchantman so 
  most ships are built from wood with Iron sup-
  ports.
  Next Up. - The - Salinas Farming Collective and 
  The University Republic of “SLO”
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  The Melitia
  The boots, really.  The knee high 
  jackboots, well polished, of the oﬃ-
  cers, when they would drink 
  brandy and laugh about skirmishes 
  in his fathers cafe in Loisville, had 
  been his ﬁrst real impression of 
  them.  Sometimes the jackboots 
  had been muddy or scarred, fresh 
  from the ﬁeld, and the men 
  that wore them ﬁlthy and 
  wearily battered by what-
  ever it was that had they 
  had contested against.  The 
  ﬂoor of the cafe was gouged 
  deeply by the hobnails, and dents testiﬁed to the 
  stomping along with the drinking songs until one 
  imagines the cafe ﬂoor as one vast instrument 
  for the playing of The Gunner's Daughter.  
    He loved the natural swagger that the boots 
  lent their wearers, whether they were in ripped 
  ﬁeld smocks or dress blacks, and they way they 
  spilled their wages on the tables for drink, food 
  and gambling, or to bait over the best whores 
  the cafe had.
    Then it was the felt berets.  Red for tankers, 
  green for infantry, black for artillery.  And the sil-
  ver snakes on the lapels of the dress blacks, 
  starched to an impervious sheet of ﬂawless 
  cloth.  As a boy, he had loved it all.  As he aged, 
  he learned more about them.  Watched them 
  brand the palms of a newly commissioned Gun 
  Captain, or the gauntlets formed to welcome the 
  new infantry oﬃcers with rods and knotted 
  ropes.  Once, they even performed a Tanker 
  blood pinning before my wide open eyes, and 
  the oﬃcers swore honor and victory over 
  burning glasses of shine.
    They would come in on paydays, to 
  sheepishly buy their tabs back from my 
  father, who kept the ledger book under 
  his hanging saber over the tile stove, an 
  ever present reminder that he was a Re-
  tiree, and that refusing a tab was never 
  acceptable for a gentleman.
    I could not wait for my turn, and at six-
  teen, with my fathers blessing, I joined 
  the Infantry, 2nd Battalion.  I was already 
  a veteran of the Junior Ranger program, and 
  had served as a orderly for a few months to one 
  of my fathers former cadets.
    Three days later, as I waded through the in-
  fested sludge of a nameless stream, eyes sting-
  ing from the pepper spray, I was nearing the end 
  of my pride.  The sergeants had us chanting “The 
  Militia is my Homeland, I will have no other!” as 
  we lugged the infamous honor trees on our ach-
  ing shoulders.  I had slept only ﬁve or six hours 
  since getting to Camp Bravo for Infantry Basic.
    When I went through Tank Scout school a year 
  later, I would wistfully remember the good old 
  days of Basic with a fond sigh.  But I was far 
  more prideful by then.  I was already Infantry; 
  had accepted the full weight of my family name 
  and heritage, and the two made me lust after a 
  Tank Scouts brier pin of my very own.
    But all that was a decade ago, and nearly end-
  less frontier conﬂicts and long emergencies have 
  faded that pride somewhat and even replaced it 
  with a amused fatalism.  I too have bought the 
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  By Doc
  
  whores and drinks of the veteran cafes, and had 
  both fail to blot out the stink of ﬂame-thrower 
  burned villages.
    Now, I am sustained by a businesslike jaded-
  ness, one that I have built brick by secret brick 
  from the unspoken wreckage of civilization.  I 
  have personally led punitive expeditions, 
  brokered peace deals with warlords, and shot 
  every tenth member of a town once because 
  they couldn’t pay the taxes without starving.  All 
  to preserve the Homeland.  All to tame un-
  checked aggression.  All to save my comrades 
  from violent ends.
    I’ve seen the other end too, the darkness that 
  rules outside the hamlets of the Militia Zones. 
   Human bones cracked for marrow,  soldiers 
  slowly tortured by tribal children as their elders 
  cheered them on, slave markets and whole 
  groups wiped out over petty feuds.
    I’m 28 years old now, and have slaughtered for 
  the Militia for nearly half my life.  I drink too 
  much, something my father mutely despairs over. 
   I’m a Gomez, a jumped up family with no preten-
  sion to the status of Lordship or Captaincy.  Our 
  hands are the ones usually soiled by the endless 
  skirmish of the frontiers.  I live alone in a room 
  over the cafe.
    I laugh into my brandy.  It’s a soldiers life.  And 
  tomorrow I lead a tax train to the east to handle 
  Villanueva, Yartigan, and Colson.  The blacksmith 
  in Colson should have my double riﬂe ready.  I 
  dimly anticipate this as Sergeant Soong enters 
  the cafe, striding in his silent boots to my table.
    Crisply snapping to attention, he awaits my re-
  turn salute, which I begrudgingly give.  “Report,” 
  I mutter into my glass.
    Soong doesn’t relax a bit.  The man would 
  stand attention while burned at the stake.  “Lieu-
  tenant, the preparations are ﬁnalized for the train. 
   All details are here, sir.”  He thrusts the Clip-
  board at me.  I shudder inwardly, but take it any-
  way.  I even set my glass down to leaf through it.
    I’m shocked by how few of my requisitions 
  have gone through.  Not only have I been de-
  clined for a Scout Dragoon diamond, but both 
  gun cars.  My Marauders can’t handle security, 
  crowd control, labor AND all reconnaissance 
  work, especially not at speed.  A tax train is a 
  slow moving, ungainly beast made up of oxen 
  and men.  Held after the harvest, the roads are 
  invariably mired in the September rains.  It is a 
  ripe target, and we will be carrying the accumula-
  tion of three hamlets as well as Agroville 4.  Nor-
  mally, I post ludicrous demands for mission requi-
  sition; assuming I will get a third of it and still 
  have what I really need.  
    The liquor burned from my blood as I poured 
  another glass before shoving it to Soong.  “Drink 
  that, Sergeant, and give me the Intel roll.”
    Soong still doesn’t relax, but slaps the roll into 
  my hand before snatching up the glass.  I don’t 
  take the time to enjoy this brief humanity of this 
  before I quickly inspect and then break the wax 
  seal ravens of the intel branch.
    Soong is long done with his drink by the time I 
  ﬁnish my brief scan of the document.  Atypical 
  signals traﬃc?  Illicit motorized river movement? 
   Advise strong caution in regions adjoining tribal 
  sector?
    “Three bottles for the road, please.  Give them 
  to Sergeant Soong.” I called, donning my ﬁeld 
  jacket.
    “Sir?”
    “Apple brandy is the fuel that ﬁres the Kitchen. 
   And we need more than this fucking roll.”
    During the Founding, General Maxwell would 
  convene his oﬃcers, scouts, spies, and local in-
  telligence sources in the large farmhouse that 
  served as his HQ.  And there, around a vast har-
  vest table his men had hewn with axes, they con-
  vened for intelligence sessions in the kitchen.  In-
  tel Branch has been informally called the Kitchen 
  ever since, 
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    I’ve been part of the system long enough to 
  know how to work outside channels when neces-
  sary.  However, while my brandy was eagerly ac-
  cepted, additional info was sparse.  In fact, it 
  was non existent, hidden carefully behind the vis-
  age of none other than her Ladyship Filma 
  Branch, of Tank Lord fame.  And for her to stir 
  from her lair meant I was pushing some serious 
  boundaries.  She sent forth her most withering 
  legion of stares, and I, no fool, withered appropri-
  ately.  I have crossed the Lady Filma more than 
  once, and will likely do so again.  However, such 
  things are not done without due consideration.
    This is too much resistance; often enough intel 
  holds back just to support some house feud or 
  to gain bribes, but holding things this close to 
  the chest meant heat from higher up.  And to be 
  too bold could have outsized consequences.  
    “Soong, we are assigned the Albertson Hamlet 
  loop same as last year, correct?” I queried.
    Soong dutifully following exactly one stride be-
  hind answered immediately.” Yes sir!”
    Albertson bordered the eastern tribal sector, but 
  2nd Battalion had performed its brutal work in 
  that area only ﬁve years ago.  It was doubtful 
  that the tribes would be ready for another dose 
  so soon.  I was lost in thought when I realized I 
  was heading to the stables without really choos-
  ing to do so.
    The dashing oﬃcers of my childhood, who 
  would let me sip from their glasses and run er-
  rands for coins, had always imparted what wis-
  dom they thought I should know.  One of the 
  best was this:  There are enemies inside the wire 
  same as without.
    Intrigue and plot was how the Houses of the Mi-
  litia kept and exchanged power.  There are rules, 
  of course, but much leeway available for those 
  looking for it.  A mustang oﬃcer, one who earned 
  their stripes by merit rather than family connec-
  tion, is a useful pawn in those conspiracies, as 
  few will go to war for them.
    I want to see the oxen, every wagon, every sol-
  dier for myself.  If I am to be made sacriﬁce in 
  some game, than I will be a expensive piece to 
  take from the board.  MY plans were gaming out 
  in my mind as I turned to Soong.
    “Fetch a bottle of devil's tea and rouse Fournier 
  and his squad.  Instruct him to tell no one where 
  he is going and to get here soonest. We have a 
  long night ahead.”
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  Detailed Weather
  Weather can be a bit ﬁckle and a pain in the butt for the PD but it doesn’t have to be.  There are things 
  you can do to make keeping track of the weather  easier and make it more realistic.   Now this does not 
  mean you as the PD can not control that weather and make it storm when you want it to.  No you will 
  ALWAYS have that ability and I suggest you use that god gift.   This is for when you want to not bother 
  but you have players that ask “whats the weather like?”   Typically I start with what it is outside when 
  they ask in real life unless I want them to be in a diﬀerent climate or season.    I then roll a D6 each time 
  in game that any real time has passed..   1 or 2 temperature dropped.   3 or 4 it stayed the same.  5 or 6  
  temperature went up.  You can also use fudge dice for this as well  (I love abusing other games dice for 
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  D%
  Weather
  (Winter)
  Cold Climate
  (Spring + Fall)
  Temperate 
  Climate
  (Summer)
  Warm Climate
  01 - 70
  Normal
  Cold and calm for 
  2D6 days
  Normal for 2D6 
  days
  Warm and Humid 
  for 2D6 days
  71 - 80
  Abnormal
  Cold Snap <74 or 
  Heat Wave 75> for 
  3D6 days
  Cold Snap <74 or 
  Heat Wave 75> for 
  2D6 days
  Cold Snap <74 or 
  Heat Wave 75> for 
  2D6 days
  81 - 90
  Inclement
  Snow
   1D6-1 inches
   Wind=3D6+5
  Precipitation
  1D6/2 inches
  wind 2D6
  rain with scattered 
  thunderstorms
  2D6/2 inches
  wind 3D6+5
  91 - 99
  Storm
  Snowstorm
  3D6 inches 
  wind 5D6+10
  Thunderstorm
  1D6 inches
  wind 4D6+5
  Thunderstorm
  1D6 inches
  wind 4D6+5
  100
  Powerful Storm
  Blizzard
  6D6 inches 
  wind 6D6+15
  Severe 
  Thunderstorm with 
  tornados
  2D6 inches 
  wind 5D6+20 
  Extremely Severe 
  Thunderstorm with 
  tornados and very 
  active lightning
  4D6 inches 
  wind 6D6+30 
  
  my Morrow Needs!)  I then simply keep track on my story notes or in the GM/PD software I use what 
  the temperature was at that time.    really simple.   If it become night, drop the temperature by 10 de-
  grees.  if it was night and becomes day?  increase it by 10 degrees or more if you want it to be a hot 
  day.   If you want more tables to choose for you, roll on the big weather table here! Cold snap drop the 
  temp by 20.   Heat wave increase by 20!  (Fahrenheit  not Celsius...   if you use Celsius then a drop of 
  20 would be drastic while an increase of 20 will cook them.    Cut those to 10 and 10 for Celsius and a 
  5 degC change from night 
  to day) 
  Wind speed and listed 
  conditions match the ﬁrst 
  weather type in the list. 
  Weather starts 2D6 hours 
  after weather check.
  Temperate Climate nor-
  mally includes forest, 
  hills, marsh, mountains, 
  plains, and warm aquatic. 
  Marshy regions are 
  warmer in winter on aver-
  age.
  The temperate average 
  (Avg) is based on the sea-
  son – mid-winter = 20, mid-summer = 70, mid-spring & mid-fall = 50.
  The desert average (Avg) is based on the season – mid-winter = 78, mid-summer = 98, mid-spring & 
  mid-fall = 88.
  Abnormal weather lasts 3D6 hours. A desert cold snap brings a single light cloud, with 4D6 minutes of 
  rain, and then dissipates.
  Inclement weather typically brings precipitation, which lasts for 2D6 hours. Precipitation is in the form 
  of Fog (01-30), Rain/Snow (31-90), or Sleet/Hail (91-00) when the temperature is 30 degrees or less. 
  Hail will last only 2D6 minutes with 1D6 hours of rain. 
  Storms last 2D6-1 hours. Any thunderstorm occurring in a relatively open area has a 10% chance of 
  spawning a tornado 2d6+10 minutes before the storm hits an area. If a raint storm lasts 5 hours or 
  more, there is a 50% chance it will upgrade itself to a full-ﬂedged thunderstorm. A non-upgrading rain 
  storm has a 30% chance of being followed, 2d10 minutes later, by a downpour lasting d4 hours.
  Powerful storms: Blizzards last D6-2( round up) days. Windstorms last D6 hours. Hurricanes last 2D4 
  days but will aﬀect a single area for only 5D6+18 hours if near the center of the storm. If near the edge 
  of a hurricane, it will last only 3D6+6 hours. Tornadoes last only 2D6+6 minutes and the thunderstorm 
  that creates tornados will sprout D6+1 funnels. Typically, only D6\3 will have enough power, or touch 
  the ground long enough, to be truly destructive. 
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  Tornado – A tornado’s base moves 4D6 mph (Movement Rate of 3D6 x10) each round. The top moves 
  in one direction only. The base can move in a 180-degree arc centered on the general direction of move-
  ment (use d10, treat a roll of 10 as a roll of 5, a 2 indicates same direction as tornado top, a 4 indicates 
  9 o’clock movement, a 6 indicates a 3 o’clock movement 5 means it goes back to the center it can 
  move 3D6 meters from the center). 
   All ﬂames extinguished. Ranged and siege attacks, and listen checks, are impossible. Characters are 
  sucked toward it unless they can grab something that is solid. Standard strength check at this point. 
  Once sucked in one takes 2d6 damage per round for 2d6 rounds and then is ejected at a height of 
  (2d4+2) x 5 meters. 
   
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