So I finally went to the Mutter Museum of medical oddities in Philadelphia.

So I finally went to the Mutter Museum of medical oddities in Philadelphia. And it was about as fascinating and unsettling as I was expecting – pickled punks, preserved dissections, so many different kinds of conjoined twins. But the thing that sticks with me is the wall of skulls, because it was absolutely a random hireling/NPC generator a la Chris Kutalik – optimally each skull had place of collection, name, biographical remarks and diagnostic remarks, often tied to the cause of death.

My favourite:
Geysa Fekete de Galantha, Magyar
Calvinist, Hussar, deserter, guerrilla.

I could totally play that guy.

http://muttermuseum.org

this is distressingly similar to exactly the campaign I always run:

this is distressingly similar to exactly the campaign I always run:

Bad cosmic weather, or too many beasts have attached themselves to the sails and weighed it down. The further you go without stopping to scrape of these horrifying barnacles the more dangerous the trip will be, eventually scraping your metaphysical hull against the tip of a sphere, causing reality to crash right in to you.

Keeping the ship running becomes a driving factor. Making the ship nicer, or getting a better ship, or hijacking and staffing a horizon fort.

http://whatwouldconando.blogspot.com/2017/10/campaign-ship.html