Saturday, December 8, 2018


So what have you been doing, Evey? Other than staring sadly into the middle distance.

It’s a book of pseudo-nihilistic mystical beetle magic.

Also I’m working on like too many other things, always.

One of those things is a campaign I wanna start early next year. Ya know, sometime after the soul crushing thrust of the holidays have run their wretched course. There’s a reason that Xmas adventure I wrote is about Santa getting fat fucking murdered.

Anyways, what this bloggity blogpost is about:

I was reading through Fire on the Velvet Horizon, looking for stuff to add to my encounter charts. The melanic moor biz in particular fits in the Canal Wetlands on muh map. Adding other people’s creations, mixing in pieces of others’ minds sort of breathes a broader life into the pretend places we make. (Also, FotVH is the bestest RPG thing evah. In case y’all didn’t know.)

It occurred to me at some point, I was gonna have to do a bunch of regional encounter charts; which, yah of course. That’s fine, most of those I can write while the PCs are headed to the place. But, there is a Rural/Wilderness chart that’s will get a load of use right off, just because of where the campaign is beginning. I began mentally drafting On the Path* and In the Shit* versions of that chart. The overlap between the 2 was almost total so I bailed on the idea. (*This has been my goto method for a while.)

I also kind of hate empty slots on charts. “Nothing happens” isn’t interesting, even if it is realistic. Also don’t like rolling to see if you need to roll because I am easily annoyed, I guess. So it occurred to me, an on the road encounter can be a nothing result off the path. The reverse is also true.

But simple revelations are never enough, I also wanted a chance for a Big Fucking Event ™ to happen without spending a chart spot on “ROLL ON THIS TABLE NOW”. I just can’t get no simple satisfaction. I am planning on d20 charts so a daily 5% chance of Big Fucking Event was a bit much anyways.

First I considered the idea that when you roll the same result 2x in a row then you roll on the big fukken event table. That, however, required me to remember and/or write down the last roll every time. Nope.

I landed on the idea of rolling a second d20. When doubles occur, take that result on the Big Fucking Event table instead.

Of course, that felt like too little use being extracted from the 2nd roll. Can’t get no… well you know the rest. I toyed with making a 20 different examples of each of the 20 possible results but fuck that. Just no.

Instead, I landed on a lazier method.
  • Have the group agree on a lucky number between 2-19 at the beginning of each session.
  • If they can’t agree, then it’s 13. (I am a contrarian.)
  • When that number is rolled on the 2nd d20, the encounter is somehow VERY LIKELY to be positive for the PCs.
  • When a 1 is rolled on the 2nd d20, the encounter is stacked against them.
  • When a 20 is rolled on the 2nd d20, extra encounter that day.
  • ???
  • Profit


d8 Encounters En Route to the Beige Duke’s UltraOrgy®
  1. d6 Goblin-bears, d4 Orc-twinks (looking for sexy dudes)
  2. Snake-oil Sex-Unguent Seller (looking for coin, duh)
  3. Uptight, Proselytizing Dragon Preacher (looking for converts)
  4. d14 Shit-hammered  Lushes (looking for more drugs)
  5. Ogrish Magi (lost in a tantric ritual)
  6. Green Grocer w/ cart full of overpriced fruit (likes money and peeping naked peeps)
  7. 2d6 Young Nobles slumming it with d12 Thieves (Nobles: good times, Thieves: good times and money)
  8. 2d6 Beggars badly disguised as Men-at-Arms (they wanna sneak into the party after everyone’s wasted)

So obviously this rolled with 2 d8s instead of d20s. A 3 day, one time journey doesn’t need much more. Well a Big Events Chart:

d8 Big Happenings on the way to the UltraOrgy®
  1. 13 Sassy Angels descend to taste Earthly Delights. Like a 12 year old with an internet connection, they’ve had a ton of time to think about and watch sex stuff but no opportunity to do sex stuff. They’re gonna make it weird. They can literally kill with a glare and brought enough holy Nectar to get an angelic elephant wrecked. Good luck.
  2. The Mauve Baron has sent dozens of spies. He hates the Duke and intends to blackmail EVERYONE.
  3. Minor Earthquake: 2/3s of the guests leave, fearing the wrath of god.
  4. Rain. Ugh… the outdoor orgy-hole  is ruined. Wait. No. Just dirtier.
  5. Tax Collector has set up a road block just outside the Duke’s estate. He’s spuriously gathering taxes on everything he possibly can.
  6. If any of the PCs have surviving parents, they’re on their way too. Awkward.
  7. The Burnt Sienna King has decided to show up with his whole court. There isn’t enough room at the inn orgy. Things are getting riot-ish out front as none are now allowed entry.
  8. Somebody snitched e’ryone out! The Inquisitor marches with the Militant Orders to crush this plague of rising decadence (and folks being pleased by/with each other). FUCKING NARCS.

too sexy

So, as an example from the example, if I rolled a 3 and the lucky #, I’d probably have the PCs stumble upon the Dragon Preacher’s corpse (fresh dead from a heart attack or some shit). Dragon parts are hard to come by and super valuable so a party thinking on their feet outta turn that straight into scumfuck profits.

Anyways, that’s how I’m structuring this campaign’s out and about times.


The adventure from which these sentences were pulled ought to be available soonish from HOCUS!



by Anxy

Friday, November 2, 2018

Coming at Some Point from Violent Media

“The sun under cosmic impetus rolls in orbit around the great protrusion of the world. So too does a ball of dung circle an ant hill, beneath the impetus of the lowly scarab. Cosmic secrets repeat across nature. Echoing spirals and circular orbits reiterate the grand works of existence.

“In the ignoble beetle is contained all of existence. Study. Understand. Observe. Comprehend.

“Allow the cosmos into you. The beetle becomes one with your flesh. So does the sun. So too does the impetus of all things.”
- Excerpt from a Heathen Grimoire

“As the holy war against the dry kingdoms was waged, praise God-most-Censorious, an order of fighting friars became entranced with the heretics’ natural philosophy.

“They took the lowly, crawling beetle as their symbol. With it, Delanore did fall.

“But so too did the Friars of Coleoptera, heathens now, one and all. Forsworn are they against the Eye of God. Show such sorcerous filth no mercy.

“This is the duty of all God’s wards.”
- From Bishop Tomlin’s “Prescriptive Histories”

Since an Inquisitor first scrawled the word “Heathen” in scarlet across a Coleopteric tome, “Heathen” has been writ on the title pages of the Friars’ Grimoires. Whether personally penned by hand or secretly printed upon the Far shore, all texts describing Coleopteric meditations share a single name.


A bit about SCARABS:

Each and every scarab is hatched alone into a dark world of perfect sustenance, carefully selected by a mother they will never know. When grown and metamorphed, they then emerge from her buried ball of dung into the shining world.

They are made for shaping sustenance, and digging unto the earth. On each front leg are four truncated rays. Upon their armored heads, six more rays are found.

(Fourteen is a sacred number and shibboleth amongst the scattered Heretics.)

They dig into the earth, carve dung into balls, and bring the sun (the dung) below.

After the fullness of mating, she will find particularly fine food for her egg and bury it with solicitous consideration.

Then, Each and Every are hatched alone unto a dark world of perfect sustenance, carefully selected…

Scarab Grimoire
“The moon is the sun, the sun is a ball of dung, a ball of dung is the grass. Your corpse will become soil. Soil shifts into the grass. You have always been the sun, the moon, the thorn and fruit.

“This is the first lesson, the necessary lesson. Separation is a lie. (So too then is logic, but that lie is quite useful to the seeming world we see.)”

Scarab tomes requires 48 minus INT hours of intense study to Understand.
As well as 48 minus WIS hours of Watching Scarab Beetles in the wild to Comprehend.

Once one has Comprehended, an Aspirant need only let the Beetle within them.

A female Scarab soon to lay her eggs must be found and coaxed into the Aspirant’s palm.

“Look at Her. Know Her; know Yourself. Submit to Her ‘Your’ right to live.”

“If she accepts you, she will present her ovipositor.

“Open then your skin for her. Therein shall she lay her egg.

“Only then will you Comprehend, actively.”

1d6 Active Comprehensions of the Scarab Subset

One – Stone and mortar are no more than wind and dust. With intense non-concentration, very literal outward dissolvent meditation really, the Aspirant can ignore solid barriers. Requires 1d6 minutes of focus and a successful WIS check to begin. And another WIS check for each additional foot beyond the first. Failure at that point is death. Cosmically irrevocable and all that.

Two – The center of infinity is everywhere. Instantaneously switch places with another object of roughly similar volume within sight. Requires successful INT check. 1% cumulative chance to fuck it up and fuse equidistance between two points, resets each day. Fuck up causes 1d20 damage.

Three – Am become as the sun. Aspirant may shine with the intensity of a bright bonfire, the sullen glow of dying yellow coals, or anywhere in between. Requires CHA check to continue shining longer than a single 30 minute stint each day. Each noncontiguous use requires another CHA check.

Four – We are one; we are connected. With a successful INT check, melee damage done to the Aspirant can be reversed to the attacker. No more than one attack in a combat round. Requires at least a heartbeat’s foreknowledge of the attack.

Five – It is undifferent wherefrom the impetus comes or goes. One hour of Meditation and a succesful INT check function as 1 day’s ration. One hour of Meditation and a CHA check can remove an entire day’s worth of nutrition from any being meeting these two requirements: within 1 mile of Aspirant AND has been physically touched by the Aspirant.



Monday, October 22, 2018

from the bones of buried children it grew

there are no stronger poisons than The Mother's Tears, none more costly
a single stamen can kill a healthsome lad with a feather touch or poison a well for a day and a year
it's petal can fell ten herds of oxen or ruin 40 acres of fruitfulness  77 years
its stem can kill a dragon,
its roots can slay a god

to bring forth the pestilent plant:
inscribe the sigils into your flesh and in a fortnight find a family bereaved of twins, and buy from them, the children's bones for any price they ask. (this wish the spell will grant, most painfully from your flesh. pray they do not wish you dead.)
the bones will compress into a bright white seed, when planted with the wizard's right thumb (severed) the flower will grow in 3d20 hours

only the wizard and grieving mother are to the fatal flower immune

Monday, October 15, 2018

known realms of Feywode part I: the Glass Lands

in the Glass Lands the All Color Serpent does dwell
past a smoke glass forest, on edge of the shattered wastes, there stands Mt. Confusion. 

within that looming tumble of huge unclouded quartz pillars winds some several caves, an enormous cavern therein, the omnicolored dragon Iyacktikchik lairs.
there with spy glasses magnificent, the great beast surveys his terrain

also in this land there spreads a circus glass gladed park wherein all things sing pastoral and tinkling calls the ornamental lark, in opalescent orange //\ bends and winks all light within || mesmerizing, hypnotic, gleaming, glossy ... save or succumb  and be slowed and dim: have only one action every 2 rounds, movement quartered, -1 on actions. saving leaves one permanently immune. call for save 1d4×10 minutes after entering
the Muave Wizard may then at leisure procure particular objects from other worlds and complete his greatest work: the Atlas of Forms
glass foxes swift and crystal squirrels clever as catpaws collect MANY items in hopes to please their creator ... 1 in 10 or less of the haul helps the Muave Wizard perhaps || so in oversized fox holes and bulging squirrel nests many odd and valuable things hide
also too pottery goblins press in from the earthenware pastures West
and many many more folk, creatures, and things dwell in these Glass Lands besides

Friday, September 28, 2018


  • 4’ diameter, 3+4 HD, AC as Chain, 11 Paralysis Glance attacks, Hovers. Special: Dense grey rubbery flesh (even the eyes) ½ damage from Bludgeoning, Slashing, and Fire attacks. Slashing or Piercing weapons that do max damage are irretrievably stuck.
  • Flesh tube tangle will not release unless it close to being severed, 30hp.
  • Each eye-stalk has 8hp.
  • Central eye has 12hp.
  • Destroyed eyes cannot see.
art by Dyson Logos, inspirado for sure

The Still-Watching Beasts, aka Lookyloos, aka “oh fuck run, some kinda eye monsters!”, stumble about in places best forgot.
The orbish creeps enjoy to observe very old and very still objects. Maybe.
Who the fuck knows what they actually want?
No one.
They might not want anything. They may not be capable of want, nor any analogous alien sensation.
The things do haunt old places. There, perhaps, they once had a meaning beyond bumbling terror.
They have no lair and tend to float about under a distracted haze within certain ruins. Pausing infrequently to deeply regard this or that particular bit of rubble, all 11 eyes focus in sync. It holds then as still as its victims. Sometimes for hours.
Upon being seen by a Lookyloo, living beings capable of motion are held perfectly still --even midair or in other poses impossible for more than a moment. This lasts so long as the Lookyloo regards the victim.
After 27.9 seconds, it’s shining golden beak snaps brightly open.
During combat, most of them hover in place and lazily rotate or trace bent figure eights in rocking movement. It’s only defense is it’s eyes. Up to 11 creatures can be held. Up to 11 can be peep-attacked at once. Save vs Paralysis to avoid if the victim is aware of the creature's power.
Anyway, not quite 30 seconds later, the Still-Watching Beast rapidly vomits up a tangle of dayglo-rainbow fleshy tubes. The tubes thrash about and attach like supremely powerful flesh magnets to the initial victim. Attached flesh tubes then automatically deal 1 damage at the beginning and end of each round, as pebble sized chunks of the victim evaporate painfully away. It moves then to the second, then to the third to be held, etc.
The things do have very little discernment. Any moving animal that catches it eyes will be treated as described above. It does not need light to see nor can bright light blind it. Opacity and reflectivity still apply to however the things have vision.
You could hide behind a pillar. A Lookyloo would likely believe anything reflected by a mirror to be the genuine article. Almost no discernment, y'all.
Fortunately for graverobbing scumbags, unless a party is surprised by a Lookyloo, they will notice the creature long before it notices them.
What the PCs have heard about Still-Watching Beasts:
They have lots of eyes, their gaze freezes folks in place, and [roll d4].
1. They only haunt places fat in forgotten gold. (False.)
2. Laughter keeps them away. (True, but only genuine laughter.)
3. They eat the memories of worked stone. (False.)

Thursday, May 24, 2018

What is this, 20 questions?

Jeff asks real good questions. I answered them, rather than face the vast and indifferent abyss of existence this afternoon.

the fog-bound province

1) What is the deal with my cleric's religion?
Clergy are a thing. DnD clerics aren't. The most powerful, profitable, and widespread religion is the Church of God-most-Censorious. Most folks pay at least lip service.

It teaches that evil is human : human is evil. Abeyance is the most one can strive toward. Censor your every thought. Hold tight and ruthless the reins of your wretched soul. Those who dedicate their worthless lives to the church may rise to the point of herding some portion of humanity towards the mediocre & middling morality of which it is capable. 

Speakers, Seekers, Sisters, Monks, and above all Inquisitors. Inquisitors are the only ones of the lot allowed to own land. It is they who maintain the church's private militaries. In many locales, the Inquisitor's word is the only law. PCs probably don't want none of that.

There is a scarcely visible spirit world all around, especially on the liminal edges of civilization. These are seen by some and intuited by others. They have their bargains to make. It's always a bad idea. Interesting though.

And there are things so far removed from the precarious balance of this world, one cannot understand. One call on them. They often answer, in unexpected ways. Some seem to strive for permanence; some wreak havoc and smiling change. ISoG is the most popular and well know of these beings. It/they is firmly in the latter category.

The God that Laughs seems to be legit too. However, those fuckers are soooo goddamn hinky. Some folks think their god eats babies.

2) Where can we go to buy standard equipment?
No such thing. All the PCs are just folk fucked over by fate to be special.

Look for abandoned homesteads and villages in the wilderness, there's always useful things to be had. After a week or two, limp back to town and get side-eyed by ostentatious merchants, begrudgingly taking your strange and tarnished silver.

3) Where can we go to get platemail custom fitted for this monster I just befriended?
You're gonna need to kidnap an accomplished blacksmith. Or if you find one who worships ISoG, she probably wouldn't care. (ISoG only accepts craftswomen in its terrible ranks, not craftsmen... for reasons as mysterious as every fucking thing that bag of madness does.

4) Who is the mightiest wizard in the land?
Rumors persist of Coleopteric Brother, from the founding and before the diaspora, still at large. Ropey muscles and long, long grey hair are standard fair to describe him. A few stories claim he grew a left breast and birthed a litter of kittens to understand in full the circle of life. All sources agree that the Beetle of Truth lives in his left ear.

5) Who is the greatest warrior in the land?
The Supreme Inquisitor's nephew, Jogg George the Mighty, is lauded as the greatest swordsman to ever have walked the wretched world. Both his horse's gait and armor are definitively impressive.

6) Who is the richest person in the land?
The Supreme Inquisitor. No doubt. The mayors and merchants of the Eastern Coast are also VERY wealthy, and they don't go everywhere with a private army in tow. I mean there's lots of money and unusual goods way up Sky Port, but that's Callister's biz. INVITE ONLY. There are corridors and tunnels and crazy machines inside the spire... Not even Sky-Folk go in there.

7) Where can we go to get some magical healing?
No where. No where safe. The cost is extremely high and it can't be bought with silver nor gold nor gleaming gem.

8) Where can we go to get cures for the following conditions: poison, disease, curse, level drain, lycanthropy, polymorph, alignment change, death, undeath?
Posion, disease, curse = Witches sometimes Aelfs. Levels aren't real and can't be drained. Lycanthropy is forever. Polymorph is forever unless polymorphed again... probably not what you wanted. Alignment isn't real either. To spurn death, you must defeat death in paramortal combat. Undeath is the domain of Elementalists, and those fuckers are TERRIFYING.

9) Is there a magic guild my MU belongs to or that I can join in order to get more spells?
No. Secret cabals sometimes but mostly they're just fucking around.

10) Where can I find an alchemist, sage or other expert NPC?
That east coast is really happening y'all... mostly due to population. Especially Xephir, which has grown way beyond its walls. Miles and miles of cityscape hugging the coast.

11) Where can I hire mercenaries?
Anywhere people are desperate so literally anywhere with people. To get the real pros, you're gonna have to outpay the church. Good luck.

12) Is there any place on the map where swords are illegal, magic is outlawed or any other notable hassles from Johnny Law?
Magic is feared and outlawed pretty much everywhere. If you're wearing armor in a city and not part of the local power structure, everyone will (rightly) assume you're up to no good. Strangers are always blamed when shit goes missing or somebody gets stabbed. You carrying stabbing shit? Clearly you did it, weirdo. Let's hang 'em and have a party!!

13) Which way to the nearest tavern?
Look for a sheath of barley hanging above a door. Somebody there sells beer, probably the lady of the house. They might have a place for you to sit, often in a garden 'round back. 

If there's a candle burning above a door, it's a public house AND they're accepting more folks. There'll be a big room, usually a long table. They will be happy to let you sleep in there for money. They will also be happy to sell you booze and food. The strongest stuff around is applejack. (That's cider carefully frozen in the winter to jack the alcohol content way up.)

14) What monsters are terrorizing the countryside sufficiently that if I kill them I will become famous?
Rumors abound that there's a dragon with black-glass scales killing livestock and shepherds near the Ruinous Woods of the north. It's begun to affect the dividends of powerful men so something might be done about it.

15) Are there any wars brewing I could go fight?
The Church of God-most-Censorious is always looking for somebody to hold a musket or a spear and go fight in whatever the fuck it is they're doing past the Ocean Fog.

16) How about gladiatorial arenas complete with hard-won glory and fabulous cash prizes?
Glory? No. Money? Yes. Basements, dockside. Stone walls sweat and men fight to the death; others bet and wince and grin and sometimes clap. Not every fighter's there by choice. 

17) Are there any secret societies with sinister agendas I could join and/or fight?
ISoG is always hiring. Soon its black ash planet will arrive. Permanence will be impossible. Pain will be joy; all will scream uneven.

Also there are an surprising number of cults being led by clever goblin-spirits. Those little animal headed bastards are just having a laugh. The blood and pain they inflict amounts to nothing but blood and pain.

18) What is there to eat around here?
Stews of whatever is available, often salt pork and garden veggies. Crusty bread is a must. About half the populace still eat from wooden trenchers, rather than pewter or pottery. Those folks have fewer teeth. Eggs have become common after some wildly successful commercial breeding operations out east. Often the eggs are scrambled with skirt steaks and other garbage cuts farmers can actually afford from their livestock. Winter is gruel thickened with old fat.

19) Any legendary lost treasures I could be looking for?
There's supposed to be this Naiad Treasury, way up the river Whey. Whatever that means. Also pushing far enough in any direction will take you past the fog... to somewhere else. The Desart Strange is supposed to be studded with shunned ruins and old gold.

20) Where is the nearest dragon or other monster with Type H treasure?
Past the fog, everyone hopes.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Vengtenk, Dertective

So your name is Vengtenk, which don't make sense, but that doesn't really matter. See you're a pile of sweaty garbage in a filthy overcoat. You work as a P.I.

Your office is just a room with a corner marked off in chipboard. Behind that, a rusty shower and a toilet. You're drunk, and the toilet’s on fire.

Anyway, this game is meant to be played on social media in like a single thread or whatever. Everyone plays Vengtenk. After the GM asks for action, first commenter gets to does their thing.

If there's some question about the success of doing the thing, roll a Fudge die. [+] means it goes well. [-] it goes bad. [  ] and it goes the way you'd expect.

Vengtenk had 90 lives because he ate 10 cats on a dare. He's got 3 left. [-] on a dangerous thing means death.

Someone is trying to kill him. He doesn't remember why. Play until y’all figure it out… or until Vengtenk dies. Probably that.

GM, steal a plot from a cop show if you need to.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Malfunctioning Machine

From another time, perhaps another world, you were made. You know this, but you do not, cannot remember.

You have no nerves, simply sensors. Damage is noted, not felt. You rust, or rather, tarnish. White dust sifts like snow from joints long unused to movement.

This would be fine sans self-awareness.

Even then it might be okay... without the tantalizing memory of fulfillment dancing electric across microcircuits.

From danger, or any intense and immediate need, comes the closest pass to electric sensation.

Entropy is winning as always.

You are strong but deteriorating. You are a static value slowly failing. You will cease to function.

No one can repair you. The circuits will break, you hope. If only the gears and pistons fail, this chassis shall be your prison.

Game Stuff:

Ennui Robot, a class for like LotFP and B/Xish shit like that.

Each EnnuiBot is a unique configuration, though all will have 2 recognizable arms and at 2 recognizable legs. They weigh between 400-600 lbs. and stand between 4-7 ft. tall. Beyond that, go fucking nuts.

The mysteries of EnnuiBot power-supplies require at least 4 hours of nonfunctional downtime. This can be overridden by the unit. However the next night-cycle will require 8 hours, and will automatically engage.

Robots don’t need air, food, or water, and are immune to sleep spells and biological toxins. They take 2x damage from electrical attacks.

Ennui Robots are considered to be 5HD creatures whenever that would matter. However, they begin play with 80 hitpoints (CON Mod still applies but only at level 1).

They do not heal. They cannot gain more HP. Mend does not help them. No one can fix them.

EnnuiBots will, of course, lose HP in the usual fashions.

Beyond that, all saves are 16 and drop by 1 every even level. +1 BAB. +2 STR or STR Mod is 1 higher than indicated. AC as Leather, unless otherwise indicated. Advance as Dwarf.

At character creation, players may choose to forgo 10 hp, and in exchange roll on the special Robot Biz chart. No more than 30 HP can be expended thusly.

1d10 Robot Biz
  1. Ray Gun - 1d10 ray gun, +1 to hit due to integrated targeting systems. 10 minute recharge between shots. Player decides where weapon is mounted.
  2. Tripod Leg Arrangement - Gyroscopically controlled balance, plus 3 legs, plus excessive weight make these units very difficult to knock over. +5 to any saves to prevent slipping, tripping, etc. Unit only needs 2 legs to function; however, save bonus is reduced to +2.
  3. Tool Arm - 1 robo-hand is replaced by a tool. Roll d4.
    1. Industrial Drill, 6 inches. 1d4+1 damage. Can Drill through, for example, ferrous alloys and soft stones.
    2. Titanium-alloy Pick-axe. 1d8 damage. Capable of tunneling through stone.
    3. Interchanging mini-tool set. Imagine a retro-future Dremel tool. This is that. (d3+1 if the player insists on punching with it. On an attack roll of 1, the hand is ruined.)
    4. Hypersonic Pest Repulsion Device. Uses soundwaves outside human hearing to repel pests in a 30’ radius. Insect setting repels insects and most arachnids. Small pests keeps snakes, rats, and the like at bay. Large pests keeps most Hare to Nutria sized animals away. Using a higher setting does 1 point of damage per minute to smaller animals. The large pest setting, with a successful melee attack, can cause a man sized creature extreme intestinal distress. (Save or be stunned for 1d4 rnds.) Use beyond 10 minutes in a day, adds 1 hour to the EnnuiBot’s for each 10 min. increment.
  4. Electro-Parasitic Symbiotes -  Glowing, semicorporeal lines twist into something resembling a leech built out of electricity. Not original to the unit, these creatures sustain themselves from an EnnuiBot’s power-supply. In exchange the E-PSs actively try to protect their unit. The Symbiotes interpose themselves between their unit and incoming threats. Not quite here, not quite somewhere else, the E-SPs cannot be harmed, but act as sort of a kinetic dampener. This improves the units’ AC by 3, but the unit’s night-cycle requirements are increased by 2 hours.
  5. Extra arm - Simple, an extra arm to hold a shield or a wriggling captured goblin or what-have-you.
  6. Approved for Heavy Construction Assistance - Additional +2 to STR or STR mod is 1 higher. 3/6 Architecture skill (or system equiv.).
  7. Deep Wilderness Assistance ROM and Hardware - 3/6 Survival (or system equiv.). EM Shielded Internal Compass and highly accurate Pedometer yield 5/6 Navigation (or system equiv.).
  8. First Contact Protocol Subsystems with Adjustable Data Set -  6/6 Language (or system equiv.). However, when any new intelligent species are encountered, the unit is compelled to initiate communication. Once marked as HOSTILE, the unit may respond as appropriate.
  9. Odd Antenna - Made from rock crystal, narwal ivory, twisted willow roots, or other similarly NOT robot type materials, and carved with intertwining sigils. Detects unshielded Magic within a 20 ft. radius.  These are EXTREMELY valuable to wizardly types.
  10. Holographic Display Projector - Unit can project an image of any roughly man-sized or smaller object, creature, etc. it has witnessed. With a successful INT check, it can project a ‘believable’ chimera made up of 2-3 distinct objects/creatures.