The Coffin Club

"Yeah man, everyone knows aliens did it. Everyone knows aliens blew up the Beanstalk. Check it: we got the Meld, right? Where the fuck did that come from? Wasn't here when we had like, governments and shit. Nah man like. They saw the Beanstalk and realized we were a threat , right? The little monkeys deciding to poke at the stars with their fighting machines and shit. Maybe we'd climb up there and...

"What's most important to understand about the war is that there was an intentional omission and destruction of context. We know the war started. We don't exactly know why or who threw the first punch. We do know what the opening salvo was: cutting down the Beanstalk. Given...recent intelligence, I'm unsure the intent of the Beanstalk was to send things off-world back to somewhere else. But that's...

"Did she ever call her goddess again?" Sister Zlata hugged her knees close as she sat on the stool. The rest of the novice sisters had left the lecture and gone to do chores. Zlata had remained behind to ask questions. Sister Charity didn't much mind; it was a sign of a healthy mind and good faith. "Nope. From what the texts tell us, she survived the war and settled down to rebuild the Temple with...

The history books talk clearly about what happened next after the Scourging of Roden. The Emperor was survived by his mother, Lady Belhaine, his bastard teen son, Volkan of Wrought, and his adopted cousin Firhardt of Tessalan. The members of the Inner Council had their own surviving heirs as well who laid claim to their seats (or, if they were bold enough, laid claim to the destroyed throne). Thus...

It was a cold, slate grey day the morning they killed the Emperor and his Inner Council. There had been a light rain the night before. The two of them awoke to a layer of slick dew on all of their possessions. Nia busied herself with mopping it up as Argenta set up the mortar, loaded the munition. She whistled as she did her preparations. The noise made Nia's hair stand on end. The wind was measur...

The backup weapon looked like if you carved a sitting three-legged dog out out of a hunk of metal. Nia had known about cannons, distant weapons some theorized that they could one day be brought to bear in war. Argenta had said the "mortar" was like a cannon, down to the munitions inside, but Nia didn't know what a munition was or what a cannon looked like. It was a silly, small apparatus to see pa...

The star was a small box with a handle to hold or anchor for a latch. Falling from the stars scorched its casing; they had to wait until it cooled before they could dig it out of the hillside. Nia would glance at in the back of the cart and flinch away. It reminded her of a child's casket. The strider plodded along through the forest, her goddess at the reins. Within the dawning of the next day, t...

They ambled through the forest on a stolen cart. The city burned in the distance behind them as they rode in silence, lit by the light of the moon. The strider was nervous, but Argenta would click her tongue in such a way that it would listen and continue without fuss. The first time she did that, Nia stared at her in surprise. Her goddess smiled. "I grew up on a farm." Questions on questions on q...

Nia did not hear her goddess' arrival. She hadn't heard much in the past few hours. The gun was loud. It hit her in the chest with every shot. She'd braced herself against a dresser in the sisters' quarters to steady her shaking hands, protect her begging shoulder, bruised ribs. The soldiers had followed her, but she knew the building. Once the dead started piling up at the door, they stopped chas...

"Pick it up." Mother Argenta told her how to bypass the Head Sister's locked door; her voice followed throughout the building. She pointed her at the bookshelf, told her how to move it to the side. There was a safe on the other side, something she'd only seen in banks, but smaller. Mother Argenta told her how to open the safe as well. Inside was a long branch of black, polished metal with wood on...

The city burned. Nia fled through back alleys, across cobblestones, ducked behind carts and into doorways. Her sandals muffled her footsteps, but she didn't need to worry. The cries and revelry of the soldiers were greater than the sound of a single girl creeping through the smoke-choked twilight. The armies of Roden had breached the gate earlier in the day. The Head Monk of the Priory of Earth ha...

Jess, Bea, Sophie and Lavender sit down and play Drink My Sweat to flesh out life on the Bluebottle more. What do workers of the crawler do to blow off steam and get closer to one another? Well, old habits and traditions of the prison die hard and serve a different purpose on the outside. https://thecoffin.club

The crew sits down and talks about important NPCs, PCs, the Crawler and the campaign. https://thecoffin.club

Welcome to the lead-up of our Salvage Union campaign. Bea, Grint, Jess, Lavender and Sophie sit down to play Follow to work through the origins of the party's crawler. For the prisoners of a corporate work facility, any future is better than one more day under the boot. First, you have to stand up and fight for it. https://thecoffin.club

Jess, Bea, Lavender and Sophie play "The Audition" by Bully Pulpit Games. Two actors show down for the same role, but one is a doppleganger of the other and the real actor wants to get selected. For more info, check out the game here:  https://bullypulpitgames.itch.io/the-audition

Jess, Grint and Bea played Double or Nothing by Erika Chappell! You can find her game here:  https://opensketch.itch.io/double-or-nothing

Welcome to the end of the campaign. Let's see who lives and who dies.

"Nancy listen ca- It's mom, I- Fucking BLACKOUTS HONEY PULL O- okay. it's okay. we got enough ubiq signal. ha. hey honey. it's mom. dad's driving. he's focused right now, so he can't- Hey Nance, love you, mom's gotta talk right now. -honey focus on the- I will, I will, you talk to them- -okay, Nancy, don't go home. do not go home. it's too. I don't know. there's so much happening. there was that a...

"Becks. It's dad. You remember those hunting lessons with Aunt Maxine? Cool. Good. No, I'm not in trouble. It's. You've seen the news, right? Kiddo we're on a phone call right now, you at least have cell reception, c'mon, don't bullshit me. And, I know, I know, I always say don't trust the news. But. There's something in California. Something is happening. It looks bad, and I don't think…it may be...

"Hey, it's mom. I've got an update on things for you: it's going to be a pretty quiet dinner this weekend. Becks can't make it, she's got that new contract and the overtime is demanding. I told her not to go with that company but, well, she could use the money and work. I can't blame her. Taylor's busy with friends. She didn't say more than that. I don't know who they are or what with, but I know...

"...I don't get it. I don't. I. Shit. I'm having a hell of a time with this, Taylor. I am. I want you to have your life. I want you to live it. But this is the sort of money that doesn't come back when you spend it. You're smart, you know that? You and your siblings are all smart. And I thought...maybe her. Maybe the one who's most like me, but is smart like her mother. I don't know. I don't know...

"Alright. The twins are resting, Taylor's managing to keep fluids down. Your dad's on the phone with the agent. Are *you* okay, Becky? I'm sorry. I am. It took a lot of planning, and I was excited for it too. I've only been in California a few times myself, but. We're not getting to Anaheim, not with three of us throwing up like that. Especially not by train. But, hey, it'll be alright. Klamath Fa...

"Okay, I gotta make this all abundantly clear: none of you kids are ever joining the fucking military. That sounds, like, weird strict dad shit, I guess, but. I gotta put my foot down. Don't tell your mother I used those words. Morgan, Nancy, you two are old enough to enlist if you really wanted to or go into ROTC or something. Don't. Becks and Taylor, you let me know if they do any of those assem...

"...hello? Morgan it's. What time is it, good god...slow down, slow down, honey. Where are you? ...okay. I should not have been yo-no, no honey, it's okay, you're...your dad's not here right now. He's here, but he took some medicine before bed, so he's not gonna wake up any time soon. Fuck. Okay. Here's how this is going to work, okay? I'm not him but I know how these sorts of calls go. You don't...

"Yeah your mom is, uh. Bisexual. Pansexual? She doesn't only like guys like me. I don't know why you're asking me this, Nancy. Oh, the band. Yeah. I thought she was dating Lana when we first met, and I guess Lana thought that too. Got weird when I started hanging out. I think your mom made some mistakes at that time. We were pretty young, it was messy, I was doing my own shit and didn't...pay grea...