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Cáel arrives, equipped and determined. He squints into the darkness. "Have there been any signs of refugees?" He notices men gathering stones. "Make piles of them. Those swords will be less useful if those are skeletons and they manage to get over the walls. We need clubs, maces. Blunt weapons."

Dutta grins. "Sound like a man who understands the importance of initiative. What of the rest of you? No one stays on station for free, not even employees. If you want work while your here, the pay will cover your berth and meals, plus a little extra."

"Bandits, hmm?" says Sasho. "If they're successful, they'd have loot, but also be more dangerous. I'd not be opposed to hiring some local men-at-arms, if such can be hired in this town."

Cáel arrives, equipped and determined. He squints into the darkness. "Have there been any signs of refugees?" He notices men gathering stones. "Make piles of them. Those swords will be less useful if those are skeletons and they manage to get over the walls. We need clubs, maces. Blunt weapons."

The Duonos My first rough-drafted demi-human race for Stars Without Number.

Dutta glances over the shoulders of the new arrivals. "You're dismissed, Livingston." The security chief's eyes harden, but otherwise his expression doesn't change. "Roger that, sir." After Roy has departed, Dutta speaks again. "Openings, huh? Well, I guess that depends on what you think...

Tiamat's Throne Excerpts from my first non-Pathfinder project, Tiamat’s Throne, a sci-fi/fantasy setting using the Stars Without Number core rules.

"You'll have to talk to Dutta about security openings," Roy says. The quartet follows their escort to a cluster of elevators midstation. The ride to the middeck is quick. The elevator door shushes open. Roy points to a door as he walks on. A sign on the door reads "Station Offices". Roy heads...

Update tomorrow night. Moving the action to Dutta's office. Sorry for the delay. :)

"Vermin don't have territory," says the ranger. "The rats' nest that is left alone because it's over there soon expands to over here." He shrugs. "That aside, no one suggested an armed incursion. At most, questions have been asked."

Lately, my regularly scheduled writing for Pathfinder has languished, in part because I've been working on material for the wonderful OSR sci-fi game Stars Without Number. For example: Adharan Ghost Moth Castoran Salt Worm Denebian Ripper Elanoran Tailbiter

The ranger nods. "Ah, I had forgotten." He pauses, scratching his chin. The claws rasp against the stubble. When he speaks again, he may only be thinking aloud, for his eyes do not look at anyone in particular. "Ruins attract orcs as garbage attracts rats."

Sasho breaks off singing. "Well, you won't get any of things standing out here gawking at a sign." The gnome saunters into the inn. "Greetings! Three ales, please! My companions and I must wash the dust of the road from our throats!"

Cáel listens carefully. He says, "Last time you went riding?"

Roy says, "Well, assuming I'm not working, things here aren't as grim as you'd think. There's a park on highdeck, and a theater on middeck. Shows holomovies. We have concerts and plays and debates. The Midnight Sun on middeck serves up drinks and music. If you're looking for companionship, we've...

Cáel perks up a bit. "Such concerns also interest me. I am...uncomfortable within walls and under roofs. Patrolling the wilderness...suits me better." The ranger looks around a bit and then shrugs, as if to apologize for being so long-winded.

I will get the voting thread up and running soon. Busy, busy, busy with work and family stuff. :)

Roy answers questions as the group treks through the station's corridors. "Not sure. The accident has disrupted the shipping schedule. We're going to have to get on the comm. See if we can get something worked out. Best case scenario: two weeks." Inside the envelope are four credsticks, each...

"Dutta first," Roy replies. "The Sisyphus has already transferred your personnel files. The boss'll want to put faces to the names."

"Roy, L." turns and starts walking, assuming that he'll be followed. "You want work, you'll have to talk to Dutta," he says over his shoulder. "He's in charge. Otherwise, you're just a tourist. The wounded weren't hurt outside the station. Processing accident with the novium. Rare, but when it...