RPG Blurbs

Cassette Boy
By Legendgerry
System: Fate (Variant)

In the dystopian city of New Angeles high i.q. people are going missing, the usual suspects, the megacorps are concerned. They have been investigating and after some “clashes” between their operatives they are sure it’s not one of them. Your firm, RF investigations, specializes in solving cases discreetly and has been hired as a neutral party to establish if these disappearances are just some psycho, a boot leg brain taping operation or worse a new breakthrough in the technology that they don’t own. NAPD is also looking into it but it would be “Appreciated” if you didn’t involve them and “Greatly Appreciated” if you could solve it before they did. Set in the FFG Android universe

Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away
by Krishna C. Motheramgari
Edge of Empires

Well y’all have finally done it. Finally messed up so bad that you got all yer contraband confiscated by them Imperials. Now y’all owe Gordo the Hutt 50 large for his missing shipment. He’s graciously allowed you to balance the scales by raiding an Imperial convoy to steal a mysterious package before it leaves the system…if you have what it takes.

The Clocktower Girls take on London!
by Dave Hayes & Michael Calnan
A Fate Accelerated Game

1899, London: The world’s fair is in full swing. Exhibits of mystery, magic and arcane technology from the known worlds line the halls. For the girls of St. Theodora’s finishing school it is a once in a lifetime chance to see the wonders of the age! They’ve been warned to be on their best behaviour but how much trouble could a group of rambunctious girls get into surrounded by the most magical items known to man and beast.

Phone Finders.
By Andrew Barcoe
A Vampire the Masquerade game

“Greetings. This is the vocal mail container of Elder Torc of Clan Ventrue, Sire of Peregrine, Prince of Dublin, childe of Justicar Ward, and Primogen of Clan Ventrue.I currently lack the opportunity to receive your communication. Please deliver your recording into my container, leaving your name, sire’s name, clan, position if relevant, and native city, so that I may respond in time.

You shall normally find me in the Elysium in the Penthouse of the Shelbourne Hotel.


“That, you can’t have that as your voicemail. If some mortal happens to call you, it could breach the Masquerade. Just delete it before anyone else notices, and it will be WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST YOUR PHONE?! WHERE?!
No, do not worry about it. I am sure I can find some expendable neonates to go and search for it.”

Romeo and Julie De’Ath
By Tadeuz Cantwell
A Zweilhander Game

Ah that classic love story, boy smitten by girl, who loves to wear black, stalk cemeteries at night, but girl doesn’t notice him. So boy seeks to woe her by taking poison to appear dead in a Mausoleum, where she will find him and understand how much he loves her. The players have been sent in to rescue this forlorn fool and bring him back safe. Never mind the still misty air and the dull creak of… wait… is that the sound of lifeless shuffling bones?

Guns for Hire
By Ray O’Mahony
A  FATE scenario

The West is out there, and it’s not going to win itself. Some say it’ll take heroes. It’ll take men and women with quick wits, and quicker reflexes. Folks of sterner stuff, who can take on wanted gangs like the Oklahombres without losing their cool, or their hats. People who can ride into danger head on, and laugh in the face of it.

You’re no heroes, and the townsfolk of White Oaks know it. Though when you push through the swinging saloon doors, the music dies abruptly and the barman eyes you over the glass he was cleaning. They know you’re no heroes, but you have what it takes to lock horns with the outlaws plaguing these lands. You have what it takes to win.

The Quare Long Hand
By Baz Nugent
Savage Worlds

Once upon a time, there was an iron box. And didn’t a wicked landlord put all of his money in the box and hide it up the mountains. And didn’t the rebels shoot him for being in cahoots with the brits, cause, sure, the War of Independence was on.

So the box sits there, all full of money, waiting to be taken. Just slip the leg irons first.

A Fenian escapade for the five members of the Ballyhass Special Flying Squad aka THE LADS