Moyra, Trader of Qeraf

Backers of Chariot will be glad to know that Cosmic Memory is finally on its way. This is one of my favourites from Malcolm's collection of supporting characters. It has a delicacy, a poetry to it. It felt right.

Jaa-Shani, Lord of Saturn

It's been a while since I posted something from Chariot. This is from the upcoming supplement Cosmic Memory, and is by the inimitable Malcolm Sheppard. Backers will see the draft for this in a week or two and the thing will be released in the wild as a pdf by September, all going according to plan. Backers, and only backers, get the pamphlet.

Pren

Pren, the Hermit

How exactly can you summarise a five million year history? How do you preserve the history of a people who write no books?

Pren the Elder knows how impossible this is. Pren knows what might be lost.

Lawkeepers of the Akâshic Colleges

Another phone photo, yeah. But all of this is a draft, so it'll do.

The sky glowers over this village's Open Place today, and the crowd is subdued. Four stakes stand in a row, to each riveted a pair of metal loops. To each the priestess's pair of silent, chained Rmoahals shackle, almost apologetically, one of the poor of the region. 

Envoys from Sirius

Look, I'm doing this on my phone, ok.

Are the beings that claim responsibility for the evolutionary course of mankind as benevolent as they claim?

Abominations of the Black Sun #2: The Thralls of Leagh

Thralls of Leagh: A Decorative and an Educative

Travellers in the desert surrounding the city of Leagh should be careful of the huge carnivorous insects and blazing heat, but should take especial care when hunting for meat. An animal that makes no attempt to escape a hunter's blade may carry with it a horrific infestation.

Abominations of the Black Sun #1: The Throng of Bestials

A Bestial of the Palace of the Black Sun, City of the Golden Gates.

You should see them run in packs through the streets, trails of spittle and urine behind them, manes matted with blood and incense.

Conflict resolution (in a slightly roundabout way)

Makarakan.

[Edit, December 1st 2015: some of the mechanics here have changed in the writing of the game.]

So aged twelve, I painted illustrations for my game, like actual illustrations drawn only as a twelve year old with some talent and no technical skill whatsoever could, mainly using the idiom of 1980s Marvel comics, and came the with all these ideas, and none of them survive. They were all destroyed in my teens out of acute embarrassment, which is sad, because I would have loved to show them to you.