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Skyjacks: Episode 3

We learn something pretty significant about Travis and Dref gets grossed out. Jonnit and Gable try to convince the crew to agree to help them rob The Civility.

MUSIC
Arne Parrott
“Division”
Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
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INSPIRATION
The Decemberists
Illimat

SYSTEM
Genesys

Sky Jacks: Episode 2

The crew negotiates with Sonja. They have to smooth over the captain’s romantic transgressions and secure work for themselves all without letting everyone know he’s dead. What they don’t know is that working with Sonja might get them killed too.

MUSIC
Arne Parrott
“Division”
Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

INSPIRATION
The Decemberists
Illimat

SYSTEM
Genesys

Sky Jacks: Episode 1

Meet the crew of The Uhuru, a Sky Ship under the banner of the notorious captain Orimar Vale! His name is feared by Red Feather captains and privateers alike. However, Jonnit Kessler, Travis Matagot, Dref Wormwood, and Gable share a secret about him that no one else knows…

MUSIC
Arne Parrot

INSPIRATION
The Decemberists
Illimat

SYSTEM
Genesys

Tales from Spéir: The Church of the Slain God

I don’t harbor any ill will towards religious folk. There’s lots o things that make an Airiner’s life dangerous. In the clouds, folk need all the allies they can get. Superstition can quiet an unsteady hand on the line, where anything less than a firm grip courts the cutting stone.

My generosity falls well short of tolerating The Church of The Slain God tho. Bein’ as large as they are I suppose it’s a bit of a risk sayin’ this to you folk, but most worshipers of the slain god got something of a look about them. I’d like to think even in my twilight years I’ve still got a keen eye.

No matter which port you call home you must have at least heard of the church. Even if you’ve never seen their red and purple robes or their strange brass masks. Their teachings are as old as the fall, and their history stretches all the way back to the age of nations. Of course back then the old church looked nothing like what it is now.

In the age of nations, the church was unremarkable in every way except for their reach. They preached to mariners, and traveled the seas. This helped the word of the church spread far over Speir. Picture of the old saying “a god that finds a bed with sailors, wakes up on foreign shores.”

Their god, and it was just the one, was supposed to be mighty, benevolent, and a prince above princes who suffered no pretenders. Can’t say I know much about the old teachings as they never suited my tastes for interesting tales. As their god was lordly, the church behaved very similar to a nation its own right. By the time the nations realized the true influence the church had, they found they were living with a powerful rival that they could not control. Many of the old wars were fought around the church.

Then the stars fell.With the seasons untamed and the seas a raging horror many folk looked at the church with different eyes. A lord that treated its subjects with the kind of cruelty shown to folk in the world after the fall would be seen as a tyrant true enough. The church might have faded alongside the old kings of nations had the church not found a clever profit to weave a new message.

I’m sure you’ve heard the shouting, even if you did the sensible thing and walked by. God is dead. Brought low by insolence, indifference, and sin. Their body cast into the seas, their angels dragged to the ground. In their heaven an empty throne, surrounded by mourning lost souls. The world shall suffer as they have. With no eye to tame the seasons they shall be as wild beasts. With no arm to hold death it shall act according to its own will. The blood of a broken heart will poison the waters of the earth and fill the seas with hate.

If I were to be a religious man, and I had my pick of gods I can tell you I would not worship a dead one. I suppose I just ain’t like other folk as I’ve heard many voices preaching the same nonsense.

It’s fitting in a way that the Church of the Slain God purports to worship a corpse. The foul blood of long dead nations runs through the heart of the church. Apart from the Red Feather the Church is one of the few institutions that’s left over from the old world.

Evil Campaign Episode Thirteen

Blue chases his goal of humiliating his political enemy, but in the process, he risks losing what he has with the people he loves most.

Tales from Spéir: The Luminaries

There are forces in this world that we’ll never understand. But we tell the stories none the less.

If you’re gonna be a Sky Jack you’ll have to learn Illimat. There are plenty o games to play with cards that suit people just fine. Sky Jacks have seen the world though, we don’t settle for just any game.

Illimat is the world’s game. Before the first sailor left port under the banner of a nation there was an Illimat waiting for them on a new shore. Like bowls, bags, and bows Illimat’s something all people of the world share. In the cities, you might find some university type who’ll try to tell ya that it came from some long dead nation and spread, but any Sky Jack can tell you that’s nonsense like the sailors knew before them. And the proof is in The Luminaires.

Just about every drunk who’s spent a late evening at an Illimat has found themselves staring at the cards at the corner of the mat musing on what they’re supposed to be.

If you’re lucky, like I was as a lad, you’ve heard some of the tales. The poor fellow who married a bird and chased her away, the maiden and the changeling who died for their love, or the lad who chased revenge into the belly of a whale.

A lot of folk around here think of these as “just stories” but let me tell you, leviathan and skyships are just stories until you see one right in front of you.

It’s hard to say what luminaries really are. Some folk think of them as gods, and I suppose that’s true enough for a few. The Forest Queen certainly has all the power and wrath of an ancient god. Others say they’re spirits or shades of folk that once lived. The Soldiers match that description true enough. It’s an all too human folly to try and find yourself in something that ain’t even remotely shaped like a person. The only concern The Island and The Butcher have for humanity is as prey.

There are lots of things the Luminaries could be. I find it most useful to think of them as stories that sort of, insist on themselves until they become true. Sky Jacks are allowed a certain amount of superstition. If you want to think of Luminaries as gods, spirits, or fates you be my guest. It’s certainly less complicated.

They might be known by other names in other tongues, but they are something shared by all of Spéir. Even if you never heard the tales, you know the stories. They are as present as the game, and they give it life.

But enough talk, throw down an Okus and let’s see if you can curry favor with a luminary tonight.