Small Animal Clause
If a die’s result is adjusted by a resident Small Animal in any way before the total is figured, the die’s new result stands. This may interact with the Edge of the World Clause (see below).
Edge of the World Clause
If a die falls off the edge of the table and is not caught before landing, it is lost and may not be counted towards the total of the roll. It is not replaced in the roll (i.e. if rolling 5 dice and one falls, only 4 dice are counted).
Primary:
- Dangerous
- Persuasive
- Shadowy
- Watchful
Advanced:
- Respectable
- Bizarre
- Dreaded
- Baroque!
- Elusive!
- Savage!
Quirks:
- Austere
- Daring
- Forceful
- Heartless
- Hedonist
- Magnanimous
- Melancholy
- Ruthless
- Steadfast
- Subtle
Zodiac:
- The Rat
- The Lovers
- The Bat
- The Bear
- The Shepherd
- The Crow
- The Lady
- The Lantern
- The Cat
- The Rose
- The Spider
- The Hunter
The Masters of the Bazaar:
- Mr. Apples
- Mr. Cups
- Mr. Eaten (formerly Mr. Candles)
- Mr. Fires
- Mr. Hearts
- Mr. Iron
- Mr. Mirrors
- Mr. Pages
- Mr. Spices
- Mr. Stones
- Mr. Veils
- Mr. Wines
Base the statistics around Storm, Stone, and Salt.
- Storm is that angry power that lives in the roof. He longs for the Surface. He is violence, valour and the crash of waves.
- Stone is the Bazaar’s Daughter, the Mountain of Light She has long guarded the Presbyterate in the South. She is healing, hearth and home.
- Salt lies in the East. They are the god of horizons, partings, tears and the outward urge, and their curse is sometimes indistinguishable from their blessing.
Perhaps use a similar system to L5R’s rings-and-traits setup, where you will have a rating for each of the Three, and they have various traits dependant from them (things like combat and bravery for Storm, physical health for Stone, etc).
Classic dice-pool or roll-and-keep?
Would definitely need some sort of reflection of the Menaces and suchlike you can pick up, they’re fully half the fun of the setting. Merits/flaws?
Upon the Sunless Sea
The crew lazed upon the deck, a few playing cards, a few trying to attract a wild zee-bat with a bit of ship’s biscuit. It was a routine journey, if ever such a thing existed on the Unterzee, ferrying wine from
London to Venderbight for sale. The false-stars above cast an answering glitter
upon the waves as the ship chugged northwards, and her captain considered the
horizon in a manner that was not exactly thoughtful, but not exactly anything
else, either.
How many times had he made this journey? How many times had
his crew been the same during it? Were there any new faces this time? No, no,
these were all men and women and others whom he knew, though it could not be
said that he knew many of them well. Well enough, one supposed, for the purpose
that all bound them together. Seeing the ship from one port to the next.
The candle at his elbow had begun to gutter, the flame
dipping and dancing even in the lack of breeze that was upon them. An ending,
albeit a small one. As though watching the actions of a stranger, the captain
tugged the stump of wax free and flicked it gently overboard, the flame tracing
a languid arc down to the water before being swallowed in darkness. A few of
the crew that saw it tapped a knuckle to their brow to mark the passing.
One more bit of light, taken by the zee. Goodbye, rest well.
The bat hanging from its perch behind his shoulder yawned,
stretched, and chirped softly before returning to its doze. Ahead, he could see
the harbor lights of the Tomb Colonies on the horizon.