It was one of those ideas that seems good when you've been living on black coffee and Yonah white. They obsessed over it.  A dozen Giant laborers taken out into the wilderness, blindfolded and sworn to secrecy, but clearly not sworn enough because Saskia  had heard one talking about the strangest job he ever had, some kind of dungeon or oubliette built around one spherical cell. Then there was that vault robbery, thousands of Moons of gold bullion taken from the Church like it was nothing. Everyone had heard about that, even ten years later, but only Jochem  knew that it had been an inside job and with that bullion there was a certain gold-banded box that must have held something terribly valuable. He didn't remember who he heard it from, but he was never shy about making bets. Neither him nor Saskia  knew how or where they had connected these two events. Maybe he whispered it into her ear, a sweet nothing to which she responded with how she'd kill anyone who ...

Special thanks to Archon's Court . There's a certain way things go. The throughline of history. Fate. It's written in the whispering of advisors and traced by knives in dark places. There's a machine that runs the world. The mind of God, or something like it, with gears and flywheels made from people and nations. Shut your eyes, sit in silence, and you can hear it whirring. Pulsing. Breathing. It's all in the Hidden Writing. You know because you wrote it. The work of spies is the work of the insane. You are a liar, even to yourself. You may not even know it. What do you know?  Agent Skills: Cryptography  and Steganography . Starting Equipment: A set of unassuming clothes, a set of fine clothes (+1 reaction with the Right Sort,) a long-bladed folding knife ( light , easily concealed,) and a  Tool of the Trade . A Intelligencer , Wetwork , +2 SKLL B Nocturnal , +2 SNEK C Icewater Veins , +1 to hit D Someone Else , +2 SKLL As a specialist, you are proficient in kniv...

Piscomancy  Or Ichthyurgy  AKA Ahabs, Aquamen, Casters, Ickies  Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he'll eat forever. You fish because you are master of a domain which is not your own; by deceit and pain, you admire the beauty of another world. Fish to eat, and you're no better than the fish. Just another mouth with a tail going for the lure, not knowing the difference between the real thing and the simulacrum even when the hook pierces its lip. Make a man a fish, and you'll catch him any day. There's no telling how old this school is, but it's never quite had the strength behind it to match its cousin, Agrimancy. Nobody ever ruined their life sport fishing. When it comes to altering the environment, commercial fishing wins every time, but there's nothing personal or magickal about hauling up a thousand cod in a net that could swallow a house. Regardless, some Casters see an opportunity to reach greater heights (or depths,) ...

SURPRISE! This is a double-dip on prompts: a Paladin of an Unorthodox Law. Or, more accurately, a  Monk . Quoted from the linked post, so you don't have to jump between there and here while using this class: All Monks have a pool of chi which they use to fuel their kung-fu. This chi takes up slots in your inventory like exhaustion ; just like exhaustion , you take a point of damage if something would occupy the same slot. When you take an hour to calmly and silently meditate (it is nigh impossible to do this in a city), you may fill as much of your inventory with chi as you wish.     You may use chi to: leap 20 ' horizontally, reduce damage from an arrow or thrown weapon by 1d6 , treat a fall as if it were 10' shorter, upgrade an unarmed attack to deal 1d6 plus your highest modifier damage (it's your job to explain why intelligence makes you punch better but it shouldn't be hard. You're a smart kid), make a pair of unarmed attacks immediately after mak...