Owe My Soul to the Company Store - Session Report #1

 A few weeks ago I managed to secure myself a group of players who have previously played my pamphlet adventure, and asked me to run Mothership for them. I was overjoyed, though, admittedly, I had no clue what to run. Mothership is a favorite of mine for when I need a quick oneshot, but I am lacking in zines suited for longer play. Except for Owe My Soul to the Company Store, of course, which has been staring down at me from my shelf of shame for years now. I gave in, reread it, made 2k words of notes, reread it at least 4 more times, and then scheduled the damn game.

For context, the station the adventure is set on is split into 2 halves, Flower and Bucket, each of which can be run pretty independently of the other one. Our group settled on the Bucket, “where the crabs live”, but one of the players was late to the session by 30 minutes. Once it dawned on me she’s not coming, not wishing to waste a timeslot, I proposed: do the 2 of you want to play a Flower game tonight instead?

What follows is a report of the first session for both the Flower and the Bucket, made half because I want a record I can self-reference when the political situation on Isotelus grows too complex to hold in my head, and half because I want Archon specifically to know what’s going on. 

Loch I adore your art so

Session 1A - Flower

Our cast:

• Harding Harper, a dockworker. Was Forked some time ago, still dealing with regrets over dooming a copy of himself to the labor body life.

• Agnes Leroy, an IT Technician. Memories of a different life spent in battle - she carries a flamethrower the Concern wouldn’t be all too happy about. 

Both clients of Oskar, of course. Agnes needs to somehow drown out the screams of the dying, while Harding has a few personal engineering projects on the side that don’t exactly fit colony regulations. It’s all too bad, then, when a scheduled meeting with their dealer turns into front row seats to a ComSec execution. They dip, just barely glimpsing another witness, and hide within a side tunnel to have a good look at the main arteries of the station.

Quick debrief follows. What the fuck happened, why Oskar, what are we going to do now, etc. Options are thrown around, but the hour’s late, so the duo splits to get some sleep, promising each other to reconvene in the morn.

Day 1

The whole sleeping thing didn’t work out. The memories of Oskar’s face in his last moments, as well as the dull sound of a closing airlock, keep both Harding and Agnes all night long. Nevertheless, they meet up, and decide to make an unannounced visit to Olivia Adkins - Harding’s supervisor. 

A lot of words are said, but not much information is conveyed. Harding implies they could’ve seen something last night, but they’re apprehensive about telling ComSec about it. Olivia implies that, if she was, hypothetically, to see something last night, and a ComSec officer was involved, she would also avoid ComSec. They bother her for a while, asking a whole lot of favors she cannot provide, while she repeatedly tries to make them go bother someone else with their legal trouble. Agnes steals a bowl full of benzodiazepines, which Olivia just barely registers. Eventually, they leave.

They split up when their shifts start, since they want to abuse Agnes’ access to Concern’s IT infrastructure. The ComSecs wouldn’t have murdered a guy right in the view of cameras, of course, but surely at least one of them registered the other witness leaving, so they can ID and bother her. Just barely escaping detection, Agnes copies the recording onto a personal drive, and goes to a previously agreed upon meeting place, so she can hide for 30 minutes awaiting Harding’s arrival, and attempt to give him a heart attack by jumping from the ceiling. She fails the roll, and instead falls on her ass.

They scan the recording, get a good shot of Msia’s face, and ID her by having Agnes browse the employee database 1 by 1, until a match among the office workers in Admin Offices turns up. They go loiter around the place until the woman leaves, and then, one of Harding’s muscular arms pushing her along, remind her they were supposed to go grab beer tonight, and lead her away from the crowd.

A conversation in a side tunnel follows. Lacking better options, Msia tells the gang both about herself, and then about her escape plan on Day 5. Promising them a seat on the freighter Tulsa if she’s still alive ‘til then, Agnes and Harding promise to try to keep her safe. Just a tad paranoid of ComSec coming after them at night, they decide to all move into Herding’s room to sleep, and organize the world’s worst sleepover (1 mattress, 1 blanket, 2 pillows, and 3 beers). With that, Day 1 ends. 

Session 1B - Bucket

Our cast:

• “Galena” Harper, a labor body, and fork of Harding Harper. Dreams of a beautiful Abandonist future, inspired by an idealistic zine he carries. Has a marker-drawn smiley face on his head.

• Eva Leroy, the freshly out of university student forced into Dr Althaus’ hands. Not very good at her job, but without her there’d only be one [1] person staffing the infirmary. 

• Nan Sòng, a bootlicking ComSec officer, and confidant of Benson Hale, who sees her friendship with a Body as potential source of intel.

Each tasked with their own goal in their opening scenes: Benson Hale wants the names of the Abandonist Cell, and rants about it to the entire ComSec squad. Dr Althaus doesn’t want to bother with Eva, so it’d be good if she made herself useful and went to ask “Pages” Morrison for some money - word on the street has it the forebody’s hiding a vein of rhenium all to herself. And, of course, “Galena”, who gets a suspicious package pushed into his hands during the shift change by one “Jacket” Morse.

Day 1

The Bodies, “Galena” among them, all head to the Amenities Chamber to get some food, talk, and play dice (the modified Isotelus variant - this derailed the session for solid 10 minutes, so it has to be mentioned, although I’ll save going into detail as to all the intricacies of the game). Both Eva and Nan arrive shortly after, each on their own business. The former beelines for “Pages” Morrison, who happens to be locked in conversation with “Galena” at the moment. Immediately distracted, she attempts to scribble on the Body’s face, considering his smiley face to be “sad” and “lonely”. Predictably, she is stopped before any vandalism can take place. Nan just sort of loiters around, engaging someone else she knows for small talk, while consciously registering only the far more interesting conversation taking place at the table over.

Eva, questioned over why the hell she’s there, tells “Pages” about Althaus’ request. The forebody replies she’s willing to play ball, and make a small donation to the Doctor, but she needs some work done herself - some guy’s snooping around looking for her private stash, which absolutely doesn’t exist, and someone ought to keep him away from it. Eva immediately agrees, and “Galena”, forced by circumstance to be part of the conversation, does as well. “Pages” then reveals their “target” is someone by the name of “Jacket” Morse. This “Galena” excuse himself from the table, head for the nearest toilet, and open the mysterious package he received. It’s a gun! Without a biometrics lock! What the fuck!

The duo make plans to meet up once “Jacket”’s shift in the tunnels is done, to give him a little scare. While Eva heads to the infirmary to notify Althaus on her progress, Nan intercepts “Galana” and talks with him about Abandonists. The Body quickly turns it into a lecture on Isotelus Sign Language, and all its intricacies.. Nan, frankly, does not give a fuck. The ComSec goes to report to her supervisor, who proposes he’s willing to turn the other way, and overlook minor crimes, if somebody gives him any names to follow up on.

The hour of the meeting nears, and when “Galena” and Eva head to the scheduled location, they’re greeted by Nan, already waiting for them. She’s in whether they want it or not, and has her own business with poor ol’ “Jacket”. Eva protests a bit, but in the end the officer joins the scheme anyway. Notably, no plans are discussed, so when Morse leaves the tunnels, it's pure improv. Eva says he missed his annual checkup, the Body informs her he had no checkup planned. “Galena” cuts in, saying he also wasn’t notified beforehands either, but that’s because the local medical care is understaffed all the time. Nan stands ominously to the side. Eventually, “Jacket” is convinced following them to the infirmary is probably a wise move. 

With Eva leading the pack, and Nan in the back, “Galena” notices his manipulator arms wouldn’t be seen by anyone but “Jacket”, so they establish contact. Quick question about the gun: why do I have it. A very delayed response: shit, wait, you’re not “Branch” Walker? Realizing the package was shipped to the wrong address, “Galena” kindly informs the smuggler: I am going to give it back to you tomorrow, I don’t want anyone to see me with it. Response: what, no, I don’t want it either. They arrive at the infirmary. Eva drags everyone into the surgery room, away from the curious eyes and ears of her supervisor. 

Continuing their sign language conversation while getting “checked up” by Eva, “Jacket” eventually puts 2 and 2 together and realizes the group was sent after him by “Pages” Morrison. Excuses are made: why is she supposed to be the only one with all the extra rhenium? You know the stash’s big enough to pay off one’s debt? I just want to see my wife again, even if she won’t recognize me. 

2 conversations happen in parallel: Nan questions “Jacket” with words, and, whenever she’s not looking, “Galena” exchanges messages with him in sign language. For some reason that’s beyond my understanding, the ComSec becomes CONVINCED the Body had something to do with Abandonists. Eventually, he breaks. Nan promises his name won’t be mentioned in any report, so he reveals he’s with a group known as Ten Feathers, and works directly for Olivia Adkins in the Flower. Out of useful intel, and spooked enough he definitely won’t get anywhere near Morrison’s stash for a long while, the group lets him go. 

Nan heads to report to her boss, and Eva and “Galena” exchange a few words about what happened. Ten Feathers is useful insofar that they provide supplies to the hospital the Concern regularly ignores to cut costs, so they worry that what they did might impact the situation negatively. “Galena” decides to run after “Jacket” to check up on him, gives him the gun he desperately doesn't want, shares a few sips of “gin” with the guy, and then they ways on good-ish terms. 

Benson Hale, meanwhile, gets a report about Olivia Adkins’ involvement in providing weapons to the Abandonists, and he’s pissed about it. When asked about the source of this intel, Nan provides it without hesitation - “Jacket” Morose of Ten Feathers. Hale writes the name down. He trusts that “Judicous” Gogol, the bucketside smuggler leader, has enough brains to not escalate the situation, and to recognize that whatever Adkins is doing through “Jacket” is antithetical to good business. So he’ll simply pass all the information on, and let Gogol deal out justice however he sees fit. Nan nods obediently, before being told to leave.

Some thoughts

Damn, this is hype.

I’m really happy with how these sessions went, although I can claim little credit, I think. While the zine requires a lot of reading to fully Get, once it’s all in your head, it basically runs itself. The way the NPCs are written and drawn makes stepping into their shoes easy [and, more importantly, fun!]. The way various factions interact always feels intuitive in the moment. Archon also very clearly put a lot of thought into how Isotelus works from the technical perspective, which was expected from him specifically, but still feels like the most wonderful gift a Warden could ask for. I don’t need to make tough calls on how the docks work - this guy figured it out for me! Overall, despite choosing a bizarre way to run the game - I don’t think this zine was designed for 2 games running parallel to each other at once - the actual moment to moment running of the game is so smooth.

Some notes for myself:

• If I already crafted this scenario where the players in the Bucket come from very varied backgrounds and factions, some of which are at odds, I ought to put more work into actually giving them a reason to work together. Nan’s player, for her part, did an excellent job inserting herself into the other players’ plot, but I almost feel like she has to actively work to be included in the adventure. I should’ve thought about that before allowing her to be ComSec, and I didn’t, so now I have to work to make her more included.

• I don’t do well translating english room descriptions to polish, in which I run the game, so I should probably at least write keyword notes for every location as a description shorthand. The amount of times I froze because I forgot a very basic word is, frankly, embarrassing.

• There is a part of me that also feels I should give them a more concrete understanding of how certain spaces look, because I feel like sometimes me revealing a fact about the colony’s architecture a bit too late changed how some plans played out.

All of that being said, I’m still incredibly happy with how the sessions went, and can’t wait for more.

On Mildish clothes and arms

 ‘Tis for Wylltin-Milde, my city setting, the border town between Earth and Hell. I wrote classes for it before here.

Art by yours truly - example of clothing across social classes

In an age of firearms, warbeasts and cognitive weapons, walking around wearing armor makes you look like an absolute madman. For every item slot worth of armor which cannot be hidden under clothing, you suffer -1 to reaction rolls. 

Clothing can be worn without taking any inventory slots, unless otherwise stated.

Things to wear instead of armor:

1. Military uniform weighed down by medals. Respectable, regardless of one’s politics.

2. Public Projects Committee sash. You can get into most places just by looking confident and vaguely competent. 

3. Fur hat. Breathes once every 24 hours, moves like a cat, and follows basic commands. Eats 1 ration worth of food per day.

4. Vat-grown leather jacket. Modeled after an animal of choice. Predators will think twice before attacking you.

5. Mass produced button-up. Has stains of your choice [cooking oil; grease; paint; sooth; blood]. While in poorer districts you can disappear in crowds like a drop of water in the ocean.

6. Electrician gloves. New invention to go along with the fresh power grid, powered by thousands of electrogenesis-capable abominations. 

7. Mirrored glasses. Full protection from psychomancers and visual cognitive weapons. 

8. Freakishly tall hat. Mildish folk tend to think you’re well-read and educated. -2 to reaction rolls from people sitting behind you in the theatre.

9. Freakishly wide hat. Kill yourself. Grants you a wide berth in crowds.

10. Horse riding pants. Western cultural import. Insanely tight. Grants +2 to rolls when riding any animal, and -1 to any rolls requiring mobility or flexibility.

11. Hell-diving suit. All the disadvantages of regular armor, but enforces conventional physics on the wearer even in face of demonic influence. Takes up 3 slots.

12. Nothing, to show off your full back tattoo. Pick one, it either looks attractive or tough.

Every character is malproficient with firearms unless otherwise stated, and suffers disadvantage on attack rolls made with them. 

Carrying most weapons in the open is highly illegal, and even if it wasn’t, it earns you weird looks on the street. 

Inconspicuous weapons to use instead:

1. Glass bottle full of local alcohol. Perfectly legal to drink in public, and deals d6 blunt damage. Shatters on a 6, turning into a d6 piercing/slashing damage instead. Shatters on a 6, turning into broken glass in your hand. Ouch.

2. Garrote wire. Used in some districts to kill wild dogs for stew. Advantage on wrestling. Deals d4 damage a turn while the victim is subdued.

3. Mildish knives. Local brands are famous worldwide, and just barely escape the categorization of “weapons” due to general utility, and extensive lobbying campaigns. The 318’s Orbitowski switchblade is a popular choice, but many prefer the 324’s Kantoch butterfly knife for extra style. d6 slashing/piercing either way. The 298 standard issue trench knife deals d8 and extends the damage types by blunt due to its impressive skull cracker, but it takes 2 whole inventory slots, and carrying it openly makes everyone you lock eyes with feel like there is a gun pointed directly at their forehead. 

4. Hammer. After the weapon ban the number of self attested carpenters in the city skyrocketed. Carrying the tools of their trade with pride, they might yet assemble a single chair one day. d8 blunt. Can be thrown with great style.

5. Shovel, hoe, rake. As unstylish as it’s inconspicuous - you’re closer to a street cleaner than a killer. Not a bad pick, if you’re not worried about your image, which is exactly why it’s a bad pick. d8 blunt, long reach, disadvantage in closed spaces.

6. Hat pin. Eastern cultural import. Depending on the social circle, it makes you look weird and foreign, or very fashionable. d6 piercing.

7. Reinforced gloves. Northern cultural import. The gloves, I mean. Embedding metal into them is as Mildish as things get. d6 blunt.

8. Cognitive bomb. In 308 the Mildish government discovered the existence of exactly 28 phrases hard-coded into the human consciousness, the effects of which range from sudden seizures to a temporary ego eradication. Unauthorized possession of one of those phrases is considered a crime punishable by death. Requires earplugs to use with any effectiveness. Damage not measurable in any way that matters. 

9. Demon. Pseudogeographical hyperconstruct, contained within a 3.1 cm diameter lead ball, itself trapped in 20 layers of bubblewrap. Sudden movement awakens the beast within, causing a short but heated debate between it and conventional laws of physics. Unpredictable - d100 damage in an undisclosed radius. Highly illegal, and so extremely rare no one would recognize it at first glance. Causes irreversible damage to reality.

10. Rat poison. They just die if they eat this.

And ways to hide the conspicuous ones:

1. Bone and flesh. Just ask your local street doctor.

2. Second skin. For people who fear actual surgery - a thin layer of fake skin sculpted specifically to conceal small objects. Causes irritation upon removal, and takes 5 minutes to reapply.

3. Leather guitar case. Can’t beat the classic. Patches from all over the world do an honorable job covering holes - earned diligently through years of pub brawls and alleyway scraps - in the fake leather.

4. Embedded in a walking stick. With sarcomancy able to easily replace whole limbs, it's somehow more suspicious than carrying a sword in the open, which makes it a powerful fashion statement. 

5. Embedded in an umbrella.

6. Cigarette pack. Hides small firearms, bullets, or both. Mildish cultural equivalent of putting threads and needles into old cookie boxes.

7. Long poncho. Hides up to 2 item slots of items. As an added bonus, it makes you look very rural.

8. Cognizant Technique. Carried so openly it’d be considered brazen, were it not for the fact no one seems to register its existence. Favorite trick of psychomancers, until some asshat killed the Minister of Public Projects with it, and ruined the fun for everyone. 

General rules on Mildish style are listed below. None of these are absolute. In fact, when thinking of someone’s outfit, aim to break at least 1 of these.

• Loose fabrics, light button-ups, buttonless jackets and cardigans. The oceanic winds can be a bitch, but most days are warm and moist. Pants specifically tend to be loose and baggy, wrapped around and knotted at the waist with a piece of cloth.

• Embroidery is KEY. More tight knit clans may still use patterns created hundreds of years ago, and even when buying the mass produced garbage from textile mills it’s customary to personalize it a bit. Goverment clerks are provided with an uniform, but it's frankly embarassing to not customize it. Mercantile clans regularly hire in-house embroiderers from the countryside.

• Accessories are bone for poorer folk, zinc for most, jade for rich folk. Piercing and buttons are most common. Necklaces and bracelets are gaining in popularity. Rings barely ever show up, unless brought by migrants.

• No modesty culture. Mildish culture originated in matriarchal and matrilineal Destran traditions. Female breasts are not seen as inherently sexual, and nudity is not that much of a taboo.

• Body modyfications. Mildish folk see the body as a canvas, and the gift of sarcomancy lets them tweak the paintings often. Elaborate piercings or face tattoos are commonplace enough as to not draw attention. More extreme body modifications are about as shocking as any of the above in real life. Old people will complain, young will roll their eyes.

• Good hat = tall hat. 

I'm posting the exact same artwork a second time, because I'm damn happy with it. Sue me.

Shaman-Priest [GLOG class]

 For a project that might never leave the conceptual phase.

Josie sent me her list of ritual spells right as I was mid writing this, and I shamelessly stole many ideas from it. I’ll provide a link once she posts it, as it’s exceedingly good.

Shaman-Priest

From Six Ages, one of them

+1 to reaction rolls per template

Start with: Robes; elaborate headdress OR terrifying mask; impressive mustache OR mouth tattoo; ritual dagger; hunting bow OR axe; drums; firestarter kit; shrooms; more shrooms; mortar with pestle

1. Priesthood

2. Embody Divinity

3. Lore-versed; +1 to Rituals

4. Miracle; +1 to Rituals

A: Priesthood

You can worship - properly worship - a number of gods and spirits equal to your template in this class. You can pick them from the list at the end of this class, or from ones you discover during gameplay.

Rituals are an expression of your worship. When you perform them [fulfill the italicized conditions], there is 1-in-6 chance it will be answered. Add 1 for each of the following:

• You excelled in following that god’s Tenets recently.

• You performed the Ritual in a sacred place, or on a holy day.

• You loudly chanted a prayer, uninterrupted, for at least 10 minutes.

• You sacrificed more than was necessary.

• You started a ceremonial fire.

• You Embodied that god [look, template B].

Unless otherwise specified, any Ritual can only be performed once per season.

B: Embody Divinity

By dressing like a god, you become them in the eyes of all who believe, including you. Each god has information on both how the god is usually depicted [so you might prepare your costume accordingly], and what Embodying them offers.

The effects don’t work on non-believers, when your costume is damaged, or if someone confidently discredits you on valid ground [usually, for acting out of character].

C: Lore-versed

Once per day, when attempting to solve a problem, you might stop to tell a myth or legend related to your current predicament. If you use the wisdom derived from it to solve the problem, you get an advantage doing so. 

The stories you make up immediately become real in the world of fiction, at least in the sense that at least some people, somewhere, believe in them as much as you do.

D: Miracle

In an act of godly intervention, you can, once per season, for the duration of one combat turn, ignore any single sentence from the game’s rulebook. 

Common cults in the valley

By no means an exhaustive list - if I were to ever run the game these are for, I’d probably try to double the god count here.

[Iris]

Not a spirit to be worshipped, but one to be placated - it is the pure malice and envy of the world manifest. Not recognized by the devarajas and their courts.

Tenets:

• Do not be led astray by the pleasures of the flesh.

• Never desire more than what you already have.

• Distrust the lighteyes.

Rituals:

• Surrender a secret to the wind. Name an object or a person, and you will see, as if with your own eyes, its current location from a bird’s eye view. The effect lasts as long as you keep the metal in your mouth. It deals 1 hp per round, and never grows cold.

• Sacrifice something of worth that can never be recovered under an open sky - an unique artifact, or a part of your body. A pillar of fire descends around you. It burns all but you for 4d8 damage.

Embody Divinity: Light eyes. Everywhere. You can not so much Embody Iris, but allow it to possess you. You bring bad luck to everyone around - any rolls nearby are made with disadvantage. 

[Mount Raabi]

When the builder of the first people, and the first man to die, was buried, Raabi sprouted from his grave like a cactus. Gatekeeper to the underworld and protector of the hearth. Goose-friend - all geese are Raabi worshippers, which is why they’re kept in households, to warn of intruders.

Tenets:

• Uphold what is natural, even with violence.

• Scrutinize disharmony.

• Let that which is dead burn away. 

Rituals:

• Kill, drain of blood, and disembowel something or someone. Anything bigger than a chicken will do. Arrange their viscera in a circle, and stand inside it. In your mind, name one biggest regret you’d have, if you were to die this very moment. Become a vessel for a soul from the other side that died near the place you are. You have no control over your body for the duration of their visit. Raabi claims them back within an hour, or when you request for the ritual to end. 

• Find a man who deserves to die, and a man who deserves to live. Kill the former, and cook their meat. Bury the latter in the ground, until nothing but their head sticks out. Guard them for 3 days and 3 nights, feeding them nothing but the dead man’s meat. The ritual gets interrupted if someone even touches the buried. When you dig them out, any wounds, illness or curses they suffered from will be mend, as if they never happened.

Embody Divinity: Skin pale like ash, wears nothing but a helmet and loincloth. Carries a cactus flower or scales, sometimes both. You can smell lies. All promises made with you are binding - people would rather die than break a deal made with you.

[Elmire, the All-mother]

Most important goddess in local beliefs. Characterized as an intelligent leader, lover of games, and great architect. Mother of many gods. Slayer of many more. 

Tenets:

• For your children, be kind but reasonable.

• For your subjects, be diligent and wise.

• For your enemies, have no mercy.

Rituals: 

• Cut both of your palms open [-2hp], and press them together. Let blood mingle with blood. Kiss your wounds, and then someone’s forehead. The target falls asleep for 3 days and 3 nights, or until kissed again. 

• Gather and slaughter 3 goats. Drain them of blood, and mix it with clay. Apply to the desired surface, and wait a week for it to set. You can heal houses, walls, temples, and any other human structures, as though they were never damaged in the first place. Walls regrow from where clay was applied, furniture reassembles themself, and so on. Particularly damaged or large structures might require the ritual to be performed multiple times. Some past a certain level of destruction might not be healed at all.

Embody Divinity: Red-skinned woman with many arms - one for each weapon used by humanity, and a pair more to cradle her child, or hold a scroll. Wears only a loincloth. You get +1 attack per turn. You trigger morale at the end of each turn, as long as you damage someone.

[Mambet, or Catamount Boy]

Lost as a baby, and taken in by a pack of catamounts. He warred against gods, after they killed his feline mother, and was accepted into the heavens. Taught us how to treat dead animals, so their souls can get reborn. Hunter, western wind, and protector of young boys.

Tenets:

• Never let that which can still be used go to waste.

• If defeated, take a step back and reassess. 

• When all else fails, bite and struggle.

Rituals:

• Climb to the very peak of the highest place you can see, and let the wind kiss your skin. Taunt the sky, and jump down with no fear in your heart. The wind carries you. Until you next touch the ground with your feet, you may fly at twice your running speed.

• Kill an animal of the sky, river, and desert. Drain one of blood, and bathe an arrow in it. Burn one, and coat the arrow in the ash. Use the bones of the remaining one to engrave a name on the arrow. If shot at the person or beast whose name you engraved, the arrow shan’t ever miss, and will deal d8 extra damage. This ritual can be performed multiple times per season, though it always blesses only one arrow.

Embody Divinity: Cape of his catamount mother’s fur. Skin painted black around eyes, body marked by scars. A bow, or an arquebus. You make no sounds, unless you wish to, and you never run out of breath. 

[Famalie]

Elmire’s first lover and husband, so taken aback by her beauty he popped out of primordial chaos to propose. Lazy, but with the powers to break mountains. Inventor of sotol, fish, fishing, and sex. In the courts of devarajas he’s the god of laziness and debauchery. 

Tenets:

• Live life to the fullest.

• Laugh while others would cry.

• Love all of creation.

Rituals:

• Collect clay with your own hands, and form it into a pot. Find 2 people who truly love each other. Ask each one what they must appreciate about the other, and find an object to represent both of these things. Seal them in the pot, cover with fish and drink, and bury it all near a river. Wait until next season. Smash the pot with a hammer. If the ritual works out, you will find a baby within the pot. It will grow up within a year, is destined to live a holy life, and combines all the best traits of his “parents”. Whether the ritual succeeds or not, a baby is still found inside. It will grow to adulthood within 2 years, and will combine all the best traits of its “parents”. If no errors were made in the ritual, it will grow up to be a pious adult of exceptional character. If the pot wasn’t strong enough, or the “parents” didn’t love each other, or the fish were spoiled, or Famalie simply didn’t feel like it that day, the child will instead bring upon disaster unto anyone it meets, and spread curse upon the land. There’s no way to tell which it’ll be, until it’s too late.

• Ejaculate into the river. Next time the fishermen cast their nets, the haul will be plentiful. This can be done once a day, but it’s not very dignified. 

Embody Divinity: Beautiful fat man with blue skin, dressed in nothing but a headwrap. Often shown with multiple arms. Most magnificent facial hair you’ve ever seen. Most magnificent dick you’ve ever seen, too. As long as you do not act hostile yourself, no one would dare to ever cause you harm. You get +1 to reaction rolls. You are particularly fertile when Embodying Famalie. 

[Ged]

The maker of people, and god of agriculture. As Elmire is the harsh sands of the desert, Ged is the arable land near the river. Died, and was reborn as a human, but reached the heavens once more with diligent work. Healer and goat-friend. In some devaraja courts treated as Elmire’s husband - you can choose where you stand on this debate.

Tenets:

• Always use words instead of violence.

• Protect life, in all forms, regardless of allegiance.

• To animals you eat provide a life worth dying for.

Rituals:

• Engrave a prayer on a plate of lead or gold, and bury it in the ground. If the plate was lead, it causes all plants which grow nearby to diminish and die. If the plate was gold, within hours something will grow from the ground - tree, flowers, cactus, dryad, whatever.

• Mix lentisk fruits, gum resin, and desert lavender with your blood [-1 max hp]. You create a healing balm that, upon being applied to a wound, can miraculously and instantly mend it together, healing 2d8 hp, and providing +1 max hp. 

Embody Divinity: Green-skinned man wearing a loincloth and a headdress with various plants worked into it. Carrying a sickle or a baby goat. Majestic mustache. You inspire by example - as long as you help a group of people in manual labor, they can complete their work four times as fast.