
Steamfunk: An Untold Mini Campaign Setting

Imagine if all the most interesting parts of the 1800s were slammed together. Early industrialism blends with Gilded Age monopolies. H.G. Wells mixes with Edgar Allen Poe. Tesla, Edison, and Babbage merge with the Pinkertons and colonial politics. All of it maintains an outer facade of Victorian sensibilities, but on any deeper investigation it is as rotten as the worst parts of Jack the Ripper's Whitechapel London. Now take it all, make a civilization out of it, and run that civilization off city-sized power plants that are on the verge of absolute failure.
Steamfunk is everything that might be considered "steampunk," set in a dystopian world that is as much smog as it is steam and as much disease as it is discovery. It is a place of almost-panicked desperation, barely hidden by the thin shell of a "polite" society in decline. It is a universe decidedly in need of heroes, if you happen to know of any...

Rocky Mountain Region
Fanonical? What?
Fanonical posts are a new thing here at Untoldthegame.com, and as far as we know, something new to RPG's in general. We've talked about our Open Campaign Setting from "Day 1" around here, but we've not made much fuss of it so far. Well, that's about to end...
Basically, "fanonical" is a word we've coined based on the term canonical. Something that is canonical, or canon, is something that is accepted as being the truth or the "way that it is". In RPG's, something that is "canon" is something that has been "blessed and sanctioned" by whomever owns the IP. For instance, if you know anything about the Dresden Files RPG, you know that Dresden is a guy, not a girl - stuff like that is "canon".

Icewind

Alias: The Ghost of the North
Race: L'na Dawn
Aspects: Body 2, Mind 2, Soul 3
Sex: Male Aspect; Height: 4’0” ft at the shoulder; Weight: 200 lbs.
Character Description/Notes: The L'na reaction to Apoc-Earth has been mixed. Some have come and carved out a life aiding the Dreaming, or roaming the new wilds of the post-Event Earth. Others have come and put their powers to good use, even to the extent of becoming leaders of other beings and being worshiped as gods. Other have taken a decidedly negative turn, and some of their actions can be termed only as "evil".
Sl'heera

Alias: Quicksloth, The Verdant Sage
Race: L'na Dawn
Aspects: Mind 4, Soul 6
Sex: Male-aspect; Height: 4'1" (shoulder); Weight: 800 lbs.
"Individual lives are fragile things; life itself is eternal and unending."
Description/Notes: A creature of the verdant jungles of Ai, Sl'heera of the L'na Dawns is an apparent contradiction at first glance. Blending the hindquarters of the fiercely muscled and notoriously swift cheetah and the lazy features of a great sloth, he appears to be a ludicrous chimera, perhaps some failed experiment to copy the L'na by High-bred scientists. A closer look shows the merging of the disparate animal parts into a fluid whole, however, and every movement is deliberate, considered, and suggestive of a coiled grace and power that dares observers to try mocking him.
Thrissa

Alias: Tempest, Slipstream
Race: L'na Dawn
Aspects: Soul 5
Sex: Male aspect; Height: 3'6" (at shoulder); Weight: 180 lbs
"Beware! The wrath of the Tempest draws near!"
Carrion

Alias: Cahariin (Lost name, pronounced Kah-Hah-Reen)
Race: L'na Dawn
Aspects: Body 2, Mind 2, Soul 2
Sex: Male aspect; Height: 3' 3" (at shoulder); Length: 5' 6"; Weight: 130 lbs.
"The others are not our enemies. Ignorance is our enemy, and if not fought it will destroy us all."

Bulk

Alias: Bethleus’an (Real Name)
Race: L'na Dawn
Aspects: Mind 5, Body 8, Soul 1
Sex: Male Aspect; Ht: 15'; Wt: 1600 lbs.
"The ice moves slowly. Unstoppable. Inexorable. It will always win….like me."
Character Description/Notes: Bulk is a massive brute of primal power and stark harshness, like the ice swept environs he calls home. A great walrus-like L'na, Bulk is aptly named by the local Churl tribes; he is well over five meters in length and nearly seven hundred and fifty kilos. His skin is smooth and hairless except for whiskers about his mouth and scimitar tusks, a mottled gray/white that blends with the barren shores of his coastal haunts.

Twilight Remembered

The harsh, flickering light of a chemical camp fire outlined the silhouette of over a dozen men against a stark, desert landscape. The pungent tang of burning sterno mingled with the scent of gun oil and day old sweat. The men, each heavily armed and clad in body armor and desert fatigues, huddled close to the foul, smelly fire to fight the chill of the clear night. As if hesitant to break the silence, they sat together quietly and cleaned weapons or stared into the distance.
Overcome by impatience, a young soldier with dark hair spoke. "How far away are they?"
Closing the breach of his rifle with a resounding snap, an older man in a perfect, unwrinkled uniform covered in medals and insignias answered without looking up. "At least a day's hike to the advanced scouts, Wilson. We'll leave at dawn, meet up with Commander Austin's 4th Battalion by noon, and get ready to engage the Kliks the following day."

Untold Stories - July 2009

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