A lunchbreak roleplaying game, based on the In a Wicked Age system¹⁾, using the Wuxia Oracle from Abulafia, and quickly turning into a full blown soap opera.

Once the ruthless leader of a gang of outlaws, then the beloved Sensei Supreme to an order of warrior ascetics, and then… Who knows.

Bolt: With violence, potent. He just runs real fast.

Firewall: With violence, far reaching. The pages of an ancient Grimoire have become embedded in his skin, giving a nasty shock to anything that makes contact with it. …the enraged Imogen tries to stick her fiery claws into his back and pierce his heart with her demonic torture-aura, but alas… Leto's back is protected by one powerful stolen grimoire, and the Imogen's spell backfires upon her increased ten folds. Flames engulf her, her skin bubbles and blackens and she drops silently to the floor… (from Rise of the Bandit)

• The five ghosts, following Leto and his book:
  • Radekard
  • Imogen O'connell
  • Aie Bwau
  • Ng Mui
  • Bolo
• The owner of the site, trying to repurpose the accursed asset - The Inside Man
• The one who intends to release the ghosts - Kakeya Soichi

• The aristocrat in charge of their collective assets - The Banker
• His trophy wife
• The aristocrat who helps the thief - The Inside Man
• The coachman who drives The Banker and protects him - The Coachman
• An obsessive police detective
• His hot shot inspector

• The Calligrapher - Mr. Herbert Cornelius Belvedere
• The Sword, mythical and intelligent
• The Guardian of The Sword
• The stonecutter who cut the stone The Sword is stuck in
• A secret agent after the sword's secret

• The father, who can turn into exotic animals - Big Daddy
• The son, engaged in criminal activity while wearing an exotic animal costume - The Sloth
• The son's fuck-buddy / therapist / ex au pair / ex lover of his father (possibly there is more than one character here)
• The grumpy old neighbour that used to shout at the son for stealing fruits from his trees back when he was a kid

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Slimy and slippery, can get out of any situation.

Mine: Covertly, doubly potent. Can remove *any* object from its owner, without the owner noticing.

A Celestial sculptor of flesh, tendon and bone, masquerading as a hard boiled blind bounty hunter.

Description

The Art of Change: Manipulation, consequential. Controls the growth of things, in rate and in form. The effect wears off after a while. Most of the time. The man covered in penises gave me an evil look. They were sticking out in all directions, angles, sizes, hues and stages of stiffness. “Never get on a Celestial's bad side”, he said. Or at least that's what I thought he said. After all, his mouth was kinda full.

What you see is what you get.

Power with two significances:

Quiet and dirty, the grease-monkey that gets shit done.

Nitrous: Doubly potent. He drives a mean machine.

23H of sleep a day, that's the fix. Would be all day if everyone just leave him in peace, meddlesome brats. But the description should be updated to reflect all that's happened to him in the past years.

The Slowness: Covertly, potent. Through subconscious thought when in deep sleep can come up with the most elaborate plans and schemes that require the least amount of effort on his part. Worst part is to wake up and actually make it happen.

A second power, this time with two significances:

A pissed off spirit.

Fishslap: With violence, consequential. Beats you up with fish. Painful AND humiliating. Smelly too.

A cruel demoness, slain by Leto's skulduggery.

Queen of Pain: Potent action. Her limbs fly with exquisite precision to cause her victim the optimal amount of pain. “You don't get it, boy. This isn't a mudhole. It's an operating table. And I'm the surgeon.”

A former promising student, murdered by his best friend, still dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge, albeit in a somewhat cynical way.

Methods of Rationality: Potent maneuvering. Cool headed in the heat of the moment, he matter-of-factly explains how he knew you were gonna do what you did, and was therefore ever so ready for it.

A Sacred Serpent, slain by an overprotective dog in the late stages of her pregnancy, just as she was regaining her eyesight.

Snake Eyes: Far reaching maneuvering. The gaze of those milky dead eyes can change your destiny. Usually for the worst. She stares blindly at the scorpion, feeling the tappings of his feet on the marble floor. The scorpion stops, turns, and walks into the corridor - straight towards the old cleaning lady.

Big Daddy's first born, full brother to the Sloth and master of the northern megatherium style.

The Tree Trunk in Breeze: Action, potent. Twirls a gigantic fucking bo. The small man is shouting at the giant. The giant slowly shrugs. Balanced on his shoulders, behind his ox-sized neck, is a tree trunk. The small man pulls out a sword. The giant seems lost in thought, but his ridiculously developed deltoid swells and the trunk groans under the pressure. The small man charges, bellowing a war cry. The giant slightly shifts his hold. The trunk pops and becomes, just for a split second, a blur. The it rests in the giant's grip, covered with blood and brains.

1. Rise of the Bandit
2. Run of the Bandit
3. Fall of the Bandit

• N!xau