These cities expand beyond the limits of comprehension: they are effectively infinite and contain entire worlds that even the locals [lokes] will never imagine exist. Even as the city grew, blueprints in triplicate subdivided plans beyond any intention. Interns were fired with ink on their fingers and guilt written across their faces.
Wires cross, lost transmission from securitech eye to the shift-worker’s static-fringed screen. There is no way they will ever be able to see it all. Every corner. Every drop zone. Every lavatory waiting room.
There are those who know their way through [note: THEIR way, not THE way]. Locals scribble directions like streaked graffiti on monorail cars, they let it dribble from their mouths like babies gurgle foam. You’ll have no shortage of potential directions. Who do you trust? Now that’s another matter…
None Local
| 1d20 | a-local | you find them... | they will guide you... | all they ask is... | [roll again] |
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| 1 | Meat-Eater | Under the dripping canopy of the ://Proteinterfaces, lending a spark to a destitute squat of chronic inhalers | through the descending tubes of the ://Proteinterfaces to the Coreward Cross and the Vestigial Organ Choir | An end to the suffering of the bleating cystpigs in the kenneltowers above | Is looking for their child, has enlisted the help of… |
| 2 | Bone - Jon | Bottling mother’s milk with the Jonclones among the collonades of ://Darkmarket | down the White Canal to the ://Chancery. Follow not the dim lights alongside the White Canal, there is nothing for you where they lead | matter from the nearstar, where the Old Empire embedded their tenentships immemorial | Is followed, observed and documented by… |
| 3 | Ophidian - Pile | Beneath ://Stepwell_Filtra, poling the mire for toxinleak | To the brink of the manifold, the threshold, the edge of Ophidian’s world | Should you pass the manifold, ask after the Septician. Give them this torc, it will light the way home | Tracking the onlyborn of the manifold... |
| 4 | Birdsong - Umbra | Recording the white frequencies of the ://Silent_Hulls, oxidizing in their cavernous storage | through the twisted wrecks, towards the old Tortuga’s dark heart | Absolute silence. Recordings must be taken. There are whispered messages in the wiring | Their recordings were stolen, an axiom to someother theory, the culprit must be… |
| 5 | Wartorn | Hissing steam from a ruptured IV catheter, searching frantic through recycled toobs around ://DOPdown | Across the Spinal Ridge to the Lungs of the World, where the Mesospherian Oracle spews Oxygenated Prophecy | An organgraft for Wartorn’s leaking body. The surgeons are right this way | Seeking the non-committal affection of … |
| 6 | Zero - Corner | Gambling offworld stock with fellow corpse-men in the still-white windowed conference rooms of the ://Stack, watching dividends plummet as they chew on their cigars | To meet ‘The Boss’, meaning their boss, meaning who gives their life meaning. Wouldn’t you like to meet ‘The Boss’? | Four fingerprints and a retinal scan | Their hunt for the headrights to some distant asteroid belt has led them to … |
| 7 | Simian - Kettering | Slotted into a lifebed at the ://C.A.R.E._Mediplex, sighing and watching re-runs | take the offered data slate, Kettering’s voice will guide you to the Twelve Selves in their Stasis Tanks | unleash the Selves, run the unity.program, collapse the city | On their impressive dataslate array, tracking the patterned wanderings of… |
| 8 | Lost - Anodyne | toe-balanced on the thrumming monorail, switching the track to divert the weapons shipment | through the underground, between the consuming gaze of securitech eye to a ://Porter safehouse | A message delivered, a body retrieved for proper burial, a promise of secrecy. The contact will have the information | Suspects themself as being suspected a double-agent by… |
| 9 | Nu - Iocaste | Knee-deep in the pulling tides of the ://Reef, pulling parasitic cuttlefish from the algae bloom | To the ://Darkmarket, hevvy with vacuum-sealed packs of algae for the Wishers | a memory or two, to feed the bloom. It doesn’t just grow on its own now, does it? | A body, dredged from the tide, marked ‘sold’ to … |
| 10 | Io -Starfour | In the ://Dreaming_Mothery, searching the rows of oneironauts for a child they’ve been told is their own | into the DREAM, where the what was lost is found again, ever-present, eternal | the pylons of the DREAM are bent under the desperate weight of a city joined in yearning. Lift this heavy burden or the tabernacle will be lost forever | They have been following the dreamquest of … |
| 11 | Obidiah - Lane | pamphleting the drydockworkers into union against the Forgetek operatives, in the maintenance entrance to some hangar or other | by forged credentials and bagged pair o’ eyes into ://Forgetek_Orbital | Those who know you must think you dead. Croaked. Through death, you disappear | A friend, in confidence, warned of potential interference by… |
| 12 | Big - Rog | collecting loose bio from the incinerator floor with a charblack spade, humming a familiar tune | down the ://Cataracts, through the gathering dark by coalight and living sphagnum torch to the ://Core_Retort | could you write your name & purpose down, your guide’s anterograde memory flares up as they get deeper | Emerging from the incinerator, cloaked in flame, a half-memory coalesces into a vision of… |
| 13 | Sister - Xavior | Tracing the lines of their father’s figure across sprawling sectors, standing cycle-side, gazing off the overpass | To the cluttered tenement of an old war companion, an impressive archivist with one leg and a chronic croup | the tea-ceremony protocol must be mastered in advance. The archivist is always so particular | Their father, mortality on his breath, spoke of an old friend.. |
| 14 | Parasol - Crane | Distributing illicit O2 canisters among the fellow debtors of ://DOPdown, avoiding the roaming pods of Kenotic Woolvs | To meet their supplier, a Raised Pilgrim in communion with the ://Stack | a bit of your lung02, you won’t even notice the difference after a few days | Has been caught, persecuted and deoxy-ed before, all on account of a bad deal with… |
| 15 | Limbs - Andonai | In hiding among the obtuse panels of the ://Solar_Farms, with a cadre of biodrones each full-to-burst with newly threshed grain | Through forgotten duct to ://DOPdown and Limbs’ Garage, where a waiting line of empty stomachs nod their greetings | There’s more empty stomachs in the Hanging Tenements that need this grain. Here, take this lung02. You’ll need it | A former companion in the grain runs, estranged after a run-in with Kenotic Woolvs… |
| 16 | Wolf - Killcannon | Two blemishes in the crude shadow, blinking. Killcannon waits, patient, for you to move so that the Corpse-man target is in view | Across wire and rooftop to the geosync escalator at ://Slingshot_Orbital, where the Iceboxed handybois are kept time locked in crystalline perfection | a political prisoner to sacrifice to future gods, inheritors to the Slingshot protocol | The unmaking of a death, a next name on the kill-list... |
| 17 | Lacan - Tamura | Between the red rows of the thrumming ://Mindbank, drawing from each slotted cortical stack a topographic map of the self contained within | Picking, at random a dataslate from the archives, Tamura hands you a map of the sector drawn from the ambulations of some strangely familiar face | Follow the path, record your findings. Do you notice any…memories that weren’t there before? | A disease wracks Tamura’s body, the only hope for preservation a chassis built by… |
| 18 | Manqueller - Trancilos | The bodyplanter is found alleyside in ://Wrongturn’s ass-end, wearing a belt of tucked bodybags and undeniably high on fungus | Across the White Canal to the sweet rot of the ://Corvusgarden | Here, take this husk. For when you go. Your friends, they zip you in and bring you here, ok? | In symbiotic communion, through a mutually held handful of dark soil, with… |
| 19 | Lost - Stencil | Follow the disappearing figure through the dead-end wall and find Lost Stencil, squatting over a warm can spinning stories to a circle of worn-hand weavers | Through the corners of reality, where the walls meet, ever-towards a distant heaven rich in rumor yet never reached | the threads of your clothes, the corners don’t always lead back the way you came through | A farewell transmission from a comrade long-disappeared in search of that mythical ://V… |
| 20 | Errormxn - Harko | Communing with a distant self long forgotten, a self manifest only in the plural dreams of a universe of Harkos, aboard the ://Builder_Addam while the family carouses below | the migrating sector continues its eon-cycle around the c:ty, stay only until some object of desire leads you planetside once more | Relax. Come, take the marrow-tension and let go. What is it you most long for and Addam will provide | After a tour aboard the ://Builder_Addam, Harko now knows the desire sought by… |





