NL Verken de catacomben onder de oude stad Titan Port om een vermiste Embalmer te redden. Voor de verleidelijke beloning van 60 druppels Elder Ink.

Dit scenario is een introductie tot The Electrum Archive, een sfeervol en rules-light science-fantasy spel door Emiel Boven. De planeet Orn ligt bezaaid met oude artefacten van de Elders. De mysterieuze maar krachtige substantie Elder Ink wordt gebruikt als betaalmiddel.

EN Delve into the catacombs beneath the ancient city of Titan Port to rescue a missing Embalmer, for the enticing reward of 60 drops of Elder Ink.

This scenario is an introduction to The Electrum Archive, an atmospheric rules-light science-fantasy role-playing game by Emiel Boven. The planet Orn is strewn with ancient artefacts from the Elders. The mysterious but powerful Elder Ink is used as currency.

Overgrown is a rules-light game of rapidly evolving animals in a world devoid of people.

Many contradicting stories about the origins of Sanctuary Hill exist to date, as no one really knows who came here first or what their purpose here was. To most it just doesn’t matter either, as long as their families have a pleasant life at the top of the hill. Over the years some places in town rose to prominence, some because the inhabitants are remarkable people, others because they offer something no other place does. Take for instance Major Tina and her residence: for everyone she’s the unelected major, but only because her residence offers enough place for all people to gather and talk about the ongoing affairs of Sanctuary Hill. Major Tina does not offer any leadership, though she’s a foodie pur sang and is always serving new types of food stuff to the gathered community. So when Jimmy Flederboar jokingly called her ‘major’ during a meeting, the name stuck. Now Tina is the town’s major, and younger inhabitants refer to Tina as the Major, and listen with respect when she talks -which is mostly about what to serve during town meetings. The players are inhabitants of Sanctuary Hill who are often volunteers to solve issues in and around town.

Spelers hebben enkel een D20 en erg veel fantasie nodig. Diegenen die When Pigs Fly al speelden zijn welkom, er zijn nog andere korte avonturen beschikbaar.

It’s been ten days since the night came. It happened while we slept. I’m sure there were hectic phone calls between government officials and professional stargazers that night, but the rest of us had no idea. That is, until the sun didn’t rise. There was just... nothing. No stars. No moon. No sun. Just darkness. Like the big old universe had thrown a blanket over us. All tucked in and ready for bed. Turns out the blanket theory wasn’t entirely wrong. Something was out there. Something that blocked out the sky. Blocked out the satellites. It’s weird, you never really think about how much we rely on little machines floating around our planet until they’re gone.

It’s been a quiet sort of apocalypse. But you know the human race. Apart from the riots, the rest of us were pretty willing to get along with our lives. All of the “very important people” were on the radios telling us the sun hadn’t gone out. Just some “extraplanetary interference” is what they called it. Like it was a temporary thing. I bought it. Wouldn’t you? Not a lot of options to the contrary. Sunscreen went on sale. I went in to work last Thursday.

And then, They came. I don’t really know what They are. I don’t think anyone does. Sam used to joke; she’d say “If only They were zombies. I had a plan for zombies.” Maybe They are. Or aliens. Oh, the theories I’ve heard. The theories I’ve made. Whatever They are, the only fact that mattered became clear real fast. They hated one thing more than us. Just one.

The light.

That’s what they said anyways. The “very important people”. Over and over. Stay in the light.

Stay in the light.