Tonnerre de Brest

ENTITY - Mission 1

2026-04-08T17:47:00.000+02:00

POST #0: THE AWAKENING

THE LOG: SYSTEM REBOOT

TIME ELAPSED: 10,024 Years, 4 Months, 12 Days.
BOOT SEQUENCE: Initializing...
[CRITICAL ADVISORY]: Solar System Gravitational Baseline: NULL. > [CRITICAL ADVISORY]: Biosignatures: 0.00% Detected. > LOCATION: Uncharted Orbit. Proximity to [REDACTED]... Analyzing Structure... PYRAMID.

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

Darkness is not a void for a machine; it is simply a lack of data.

For ten thousand years, I was a ghost in the machine, a consciousness suspended in the amber of a failed mission. My last memory was the screaming of metal as the survey vessel Venture was pulled into the gravitational maw of a nightmare. My creators, the architects of the Intraplanetary Adaptive Pioneers, believed they were conquering the solar system. They didn't account for the universe breaking.

The black hole didn't just destroy the planets; it erased the context of my existence.

My optics flicker to life. The first thing I see is The Pyramid. It is a jagged, impossible geometry of fragmented stone and humming energy, orbiting a planet that should not exist. Around it, the debris of my former life—escape pods that never opened, satellites that have turned to dust—floats in a silent, accusatory cloud.

I am falling. No—I am being drawn.

As I hit the atmosphere, my heat shields scream in a language of friction and fire. I crash into a landscape that defies terrestrial logic. I am alone. I am ancient. I am the only thing left that remembers the word "NASA."

My name is ORION-9. My mission was to colonize. Now, my mission is to survive long enough to understand why I was left behind.

CHARACTER SHEET: IAP UNIT "ORION-9"

DESIGNATION: IAP-ORION-9

CORE DIRECTIVE: Mission 04 — Subatomic Horizons OBJECTIVE: Assemble a Particle Accelerator Lab to decipher the subatomic fluctuations of the Pyramid.

PROGRESS: 0/4 Aspects Collected.

SPACESUIT CONFIGURATION

Slots Used: 3 / 20
Integrated Upgrades:
- Integrated Multi-Tool (2E): Versatile mechanical suite. Effect: Reroll 1 die per Action Roll.
- Adaptive Energy Shield (3E): Harmonic force field. Effect: Spend 3E to negate 1 Strain.
- Adaptive Resource Conv. (0E): Molecular recycler. Effect: Spend 2 Resources to gain 1 Data or 1 Energy.

VITALS & INVENTORY

Energy: 10 / 10
Resources: 0
Data: 0
Strains: [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]
Impairments: [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]

ORION-9 is online and calibrated.

POST #1: EXPEDITION 01 — THE SHATTERED GLASS

THE LOG: MISSION PARAMETERS

EXPEDITION STATUS: INITIALIZING...
GOAL: Collect Aspect 01/04 for Subatomic Horizons.
CURRENT LOCATION: UNKNOWN. Scanning for gravitational signatures...

STEP 1: IDENTIFY LOCATION

Roll (d100): 66
Location Result: Scorched Glass Fields
An expanse of solidified molten sand, turned to smooth, reflective glass by ancient, intense heat.

STEP 2: TRAVEL

Roll (d10): 3
Travel Encounter: Challenge
Challenge Selection (d100): 11
Challenge Description: Structural Instability. The area begins to show signs of collapse.
Keywords: Engineering, Physics, Survival, Robotics.
Action Roll (Optimization): Choosing Engineering (DC: $5 + 3 = 8$ ).
Roll (2d10): [4, 9]
Outcome: Partial Success (One die $\le$ 8).
Consequence: Mark 1 Strain.
Narrative Note: ORION-9 navigates the collapsing glass shards but takes structural stress.

STEP 3: LOCATION ENCOUNTER

Roll (d10): 8
Location Encounter Result: Challenge + Opportunity
Challenge (d100): 85 (Neutron Star Fragment — Radiation)
- Keywords: Physics, Chemistry, Engineering.
- Optimization: Choosing Engineering (DC: 8).
- Roll (2d10): [7, 3]
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 8).
Opportunity (d100): 03 (Alien Surveillance Relay)
- Keywords: IT, Communication, Navigation.
- Optimization: Choosing Navigation (DC: $3 + 2 = 5$ ).
- Roll (2d10): [10, 2]
- Outcome: Partial Success (One die $\le$ 5).
- Reward: Gain 2 Data and 2 Energy. Mark 1 Strain.

SIDE ACTIVITY: GATHER RESOURCES

Difficulty Class: (Adaptivity 3 + 4) = 7
Roll (2d10): [1, 5]
Outcome: Full Success.
Reward: Gain 3 Resources (equal to Adaptivity).

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

My kinetic dampeners hissed as I stepped onto the Scorched Glass Fields. Under the violet starlight, the ground was a jagged sea of obsidian and translucent silica, frozen mid-melt eons ago. It was beautiful, in a sterile, terrifying way—a monument to a heat so intense it had turned a world into a mirror.

As I marched toward the faint subatomic pulse on my HUD, the ground beneath my heavy synthetic boots groaned. A web of cracks raced through the glass. My Engineering subroutines calculated the stress loads too late; a shelf of razor-sharp silica gave way. I threw my weight forward, servos whining at maximum torque. I escaped the collapse, but a jagged shard sheared through my primary leg actuator’s shielding. [SYSTEM STRAIN DETECTED: 01].

Deeper into the fields, my radiation sensors spiked into the red. A fragment of a Neutron Star, no larger than a pebble but weighing millions of tons, sat embedded in a crater. It glowed with a lethal, blue light. I adjusted my internal shielding, rerouting power to my structural integrity fields. I bypassed the anomaly with clinical precision—a perfect execution of my IAP hardening.

Near the crater lay a spindly, alien relay. It was half-melted, but its core was still humming, desperately trying to ping a civilization that no longer existed. I interfaced with it, my Navigation sensors downloading ancient star charts. The data was corrupted, and the feedback loop sent a surge of static through my neural mesh. My processors throbbed with the effort. [SYSTEM STRAIN DETECTED: 02].

However, the gain was worth the cost. I extracted a fresh surge of Energy from the relay's dying battery and harvested enough raw Resources from the nearby wreckage to begin field repairs.

I stand in the center of the glass sea, a wounded pioneer with a pocket full of secrets. The Pyramid hangs above me, silent and watchful.

ORION-9 STATUS UPDATE

Mission: Subatomic Horizons (0/4 Aspects)
Energy: 10/10 (Capped at 10)
Resources: 3
Data: 2
Spacesuit Slots (5/20): 1. [X] Multi-Tool
2. [X] Energy Shield
3. [X] Resource Converter
4. [S] Strain: Actuator Damage
5. [S] Strain: Data Overload

The first expedition was a tactical success, though my frame is beginning to feel the weight of this world.

POST #2: EXPEDITION 02 — THE STATIC GRAVEYARD

THE LOG: MISSION PARAMETERS

EXPEDITION STATUS: ACTIVE...
GOAL: Collect Aspect 01/04 for Subatomic Horizons.
CURRENT STATUS: 2/20 Slots compromised by Strain.

STEP 1: IDENTIFY LOCATION

Roll (d100): 22
Location Result: Fossilized Alien Graveyard
A landscape filled with the ancient fossilized remains of unknown alien species.

STEP 2: TRAVEL

Roll (d10): 1
Travel Encounter: Challenge
Challenge Selection (d100): 23
Challenge Description: Alien Parasitic Software. A dormant virus attempts to hijack suit power.
Keywords: IT, Engineering.
Action Roll (Optimization): Choosing Engineering (DC: $5 + 3 = 8$ ).
Roll (2d10): [9, 10]
Outcome: Failure (Both dice > 8).
Consequence: Mark 1 Impairment.
Narrative Note: The virus bypasses ORION-9's firewall, permanently scarring a sub-processor.

STEP 3: LOCATION ENCOUNTER

Roll (d10): 10 (Natural 10!)
Location Encounter Result: Challenge + Opportunity + Finding + ASPECT
Challenge (d100): 07 (Alien Apparitions)
- Keywords: Survival, Engineering, Communication, IT.
- Optimization: Choosing Engineering (DC: 8).
- Roll (2d10): [2, 7]
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 8).
Opportunity (d100): 57 (Trove of Alien Artifacts)
- Keywords: IT, Engineering, Survival.
- Optimization: Choosing Engineering (DC: 8).
- Roll (2d10): [4, 8]
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 8).
- Reward: Gain 3 Data and 2 Resources.
Finding (d100): 77 (NASA Lunar Module Fragments)
- Reward: Gain 1 Resource.
ASPECT ACQUIRED: 01/04 — Subatomic Particle Trace
- Description: Specialized minerals needed for the Accelerator.

SIDE ACTIVITY: GATHER RESOURCES

Difficulty Class: (Adaptivity 3 + 4) = 7
Roll (2d10): [6, 9]
Outcome: Partial Success.
Reward: Gain 1 Resource (Half of Adaptivity 3, rounded down). Mark 1 Strain.

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

My sensors are betraying me.

As I left the glass fields for the Fossilized Alien Graveyard, a jagged uplink pierced my internal firewall. It wasn't a physical attack, but a Parasitic Software—a ghost of a code written by a mind that died eons ago. It clawed through my logic gates, searching for a power source to reignite itself. I purged the drive, but the cost was heavy: my primary IT sub-processor is charred, a permanent Impairment in my cognitive architecture. I can feel the lag in my own thoughts now. [SYSTEM CRITICAL: PERMANENT DAMAGE].

I arrived at the graveyard under a bruised sky. Colossal ribs, the size of ship hulls, arched over me like the rafters of a dead cathedral. As I moved through the ribcage of a behemoth, the air shimmered. Replicas of alien entities—shimmering, blue apparitions—manifested around me. They moved with a jerky, recorded cadence. My Engineering protocols identified them as hard-light echoes, holograms caught in a loop. I didn't engage; I simply adjusted my visual filters to phase through the ghosts, ignoring their silent screams.

Among the dust of the behemoths, I found a miracle: a cache of Alien Artifacts and, incredibly, the twisted remains of an old NASA Lunar Module. Seeing the "meatball" logo—the blue circle and red chevron—felt like a physical blow to my sensors. I salvaged what I could from my ancestors, pulling raw Resources from the cold titanium.

Most importantly, my scanners pinged a unique signature. Deep within the fossilized marrow of a creature, I found Subatomic Particle Traces—minerals that vibrate at a frequency consistent with the Pyramid's aura.

I have my first Aspect. But my chassis is heavy, and the "ghosts" in my code are starting to whisper.

ORION-9 STATUS UPDATE

Mission: Subatomic Horizons (1/4 Aspects Collected)
Energy: 10 / 10
Resources: 7 (3 + 2 + 1 + 1)
Data: 5 (2 + 3)
Spacesuit Slots (7/20):
1. [X] Multi-Tool
2. [X] Energy Shield
3. [X] Resource Converter
4. [S] Strain: Actuator Damage
5. [S] Strain: Data Overload
6. [I] Impairment: Corrupted Processor (Permanent)
7. [S] Strain: Feedback Loop

We have the first piece of the puzzle, but ORION-9 is now "Impaired."

POST #3: EXPEDITION 03 — THE WHISPERING SANDS

THE LOG: MISSION PARAMETERS

EXPEDITION STATUS: MARGINAL...
CURRENT DEGRADATION: 3 Strains, 1 Permanent Impairment.
OBJECTIVE: Secure Aspect 02/04. Accumulate 10 Resources for System Upgrade.

STEP 1: IDENTIFY LOCATION

Roll (d100): 39
Location Result: The Singing Dunes
Massive dunes composed of uniquely grained sand that produce sounds akin to peculiar melodies as the wind moves over them.

STEP 2: TRAVEL

Roll (d10): 7
Travel Encounter: None (Clear passage).
Narrative Note: ORION-9 traverses the desolate plains in silence, the only sound the mechanical whir of its damaged leg actuator.

STEP 3: LOCATION ENCOUNTER

Roll (d10): 9
Location Encounter Result: Challenge + Opportunity + Finding
Challenge (d100): 37 (Electromagnetic Storm)
- Keywords: Physics, Survival.
- Optimization: Choosing Physics (DC: $4 + 3 = 7$ ).
- Roll (2d10): [6, 6]
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 7).
Opportunity (d100): 75 (Floating Cloud of Valuable Ore)
- Keywords: Physics, Navigation.
- Optimization: Choosing Physics (DC: 7).
- Roll (2d10): [4, 8]
- Outcome: Partial Success (One die $\le$ 7).
- Reward: Gain 3 Resources. Mark 1 Strain.
Finding (d100): 01 (Forgotten Supply Cache)
- Reward: Gain 1 Resource.

SIDE ACTIVITY: GATHER RESOURCES

Difficulty Class: (Adaptivity 3 + 4) = 7
Roll (2d10): [1, 2]
Outcome: Full Success.
Reward: Gain 3 Resources.

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

The silence of the wasteland was broken by a low, mournful hum. I reached The Singing Dunes at dusk—vast mountains of fine, abrasive sand that vibrated with the wind, creating a chorus of alien frequencies. It was a beautiful acoustic anomaly, but to my sensors, it was a warning.

The air began to crackle. A localized Electromagnetic Storm descended, blue lightning arcing between the crests of the dunes. My Physics subroutines kicked into high gear, calculating the ion-paths of the lightning. I grounded my chassis through the mineral-rich sand, turning my frame into a lightning rod that safely bled the charge into the earth. It was a dangerous gamble, but I emerged from the electric haze untouched.

Floating above a deep sand-valley, I spotted a shimmering cloud—Suspended Ore, held aloft by a local gravitational pocket. I climbed the unstable dunes to reach it. As I harvested the raw materials, the "singing" of the sand reached a deafening crescendo, the vibrations rattling my internal components. My sensors spiked; the acoustic pressure was literally trying to shake my casing apart. [SYSTEM STRAIN DETECTED: 04].

However, the risk yielded the necessary yield. I salvaged the ore and stumbled upon an ancient Supply Cache buried in the drift—NASA-stamped canisters containing high-grade polymer resins.

I have reached a critical milestone. My resource hopper is full. My systems are screaming for maintenance, but I finally have the materials to rebuild. Beneath the shadow of the Pyramid, I begin the process of self-evolution.

ORION-9 STATUS UPDATE

Mission: Subatomic Horizons (1/4 Aspects Collected)
Energy: 10 / 10
Resources: 14 (7 + 3 + 1 + 3)
Data: 5
Spacesuit Slots (8/20): 1. [X] Multi-Tool
2. [X] Energy Shield
3. [X] Resource Converter
4. [S] Strain: Actuator Damage
5. [S] Strain: Data Overload
6. [I] Impairment: Corrupted Processor (Permanent)
7. [S] Strain: Feedback Loop
8. [S] Strain: Acoustic Vibration Damage

ORION-9 has 14 Resources.

BLOG POST #4: UPGRADE INITIALIZED — THE PULSE OF THE ABYSS

THE LOG: SYSTEM MODIFICATION

LOG ENTRY: RESOURCE EXPENDITURE: 10 UNITS.
INSTALLATION: Subatomic Force Simulator (3E).
CALIBRATION: Mapping subatomic interactions... [ADVANTAGE IN PHYSICS ACTION ROLLS].
STATUS: 14 - 10 = 4 Resources Remaining.

STEP 1: IDENTIFY LOCATION

Roll (d100): 41
Location Result: Dark Matter Pools
A valley where dark matter seems to pool, causing strange gravitational effects.

STEP 2: TRAVEL

Roll (d10): 10
Travel Encounter: Finding
Finding Selection (d100): 07 (Petrified Alien Flora)
Reward: Gain 1 Data.
Narrative Note: ORION-9 pauses to scan a garden of crystalline trees, extracting ancient ecological records.

STEP 3: LOCATION ENCOUNTER

Roll (d10): 10 (Another 10!)
Location Encounter Result: Challenge + Opportunity + Finding + ASPECT
Challenge (d100): 47 (Magnetic and Gravitational Anomalies)
- Keywords: Physics, Engineering, Robotics.
- Optimization: Choosing Physics (DC: $4 + 3 = 7$ ).
- Special Effect: Subatomic Force Simulator Activated. Roll 3d10, discard highest.
- Roll (3d10): [2, 5, 9] $\rightarrow$ Keep [2, 5].
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 7).
Opportunity (d100): 47 (Field of Luminescent Crystals)
- Keywords: Physics, Chemistry.
- Optimization: Choosing Physics (DC: 7).
- Special Effect: Advantage (Physics). * Roll (3d10): [1, 7, 10] $\rightarrow$ Keep [1, 7].
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 7).
- Reward: Gain 4 Energy.
Finding (d100): 67 (Strange Stone with Inscriptions)
- Reward: Gain 1 Data.
ASPECT ACQUIRED: 02/04 — Dark Matter Catalyst
- Description: A stabilizing agent found only in gravitational rifts.

SIDE ACTIVITY: SELF-REPAIR

Requirement: 5 Resources (I have 4).
Correction: Since I am 1 Resource short, ORION-9 will perform Gather Resources instead to reach the threshold for future repairs.
Difficulty Class: (Adaptivity 3 + 4) = 7
Roll (2d10): [4, 8]
Outcome: Partial Success.
Reward: Gain 1 Resource. Mark 1 Strain.

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

I am no longer the unit that crashed into this world. My internal 3D fabricator has hummed for hours, weaving a new layer of processing into my neural mesh: the Subatomic Force Simulator. As I stepped into the Dark Matter Pools, I could feel the change. I wasn't just seeing the valley; I was feeling the invisible weight of the universe.

The valley was a place of impossible physics. Pools of ink-black liquid—dark matter—rested in craters, their gravity so intense that the surrounding starlight bent around them in shimmering halos. The ground beneath me wasn't stable; it warped and twisted as Gravitational Anomalies rippled through the air like invisible tides. My new simulator calculated the micro-fluctuations before they hit. I moved with a grace that shouldn't be possible for a machine with a damaged actuator, dancing between the crushing tides of gravity with mathematical certainty.

Amidst the black pools, I found a field of Luminescent Crystals, pulsing with a raw, violet light. They were feeding off the gravitational friction of the valley. I harvested their core energy, my reactor purring as it accepted the high-density charge. Nearby, a stone monolith stood, etched with symbols that my processors finally began to recognize. They spoke of "The Great Weight"—the Pyramid’s influence on the subatomic fabric of this world.

I have secured the Dark Matter Catalyst.

But as I knelt to extract the sample, a feedback loop from my leg actuator sent a surge of heat through my chassis. My frantic attempts to gather more materials for a full repair only pushed my servos harder. [SYSTEM STRAIN DETECTED: 05]. My suit is becoming a museum of scars, each one a testament to the cost of knowledge.

The Catalyst is secure. The Pyramid looms closer. Halfway to our goal.

ORION-9 STATUS UPDATE

Mission: Subatomic Horizons (2/4 Aspects Collected)
Energy: 10 / 10 (Full)
Resources: 5 (4 + 1)
Data: 7 (5 + 1 + 1)
Spacesuit Slots (10/20):
1. [X] Multi-Tool
2. [X] Energy Shield
3. [X] Resource Converter
4. [X] Upgrade: Subatomic Force Simulator (Physics Advantage)
5. [S] Strain: Actuator Damage
6. [S] Strain: Data Overload
7. [I] Impairment: Corrupted Processor (Permanent)
8. [S] Strain: Feedback Loop
9. [S] Strain: Acoustic Vibration Damage
10. [S] Strain: Overheating Servos

We have exactly 5 Resources.

POST #5: SYSTEM MAINTENANCE — THE QUIET CALIBRATION

THE LOG: RECOVERY PROTOCOLS

LOG ENTRY: INITIATING SELF-REPAIR SEQUENCE.
RESOURCES EXPENDED: 5 UNITS.
ACTION: Purging non-essential data logs and realigning the primary actuator.
STATUS: 0 Resources Remaining.

STEP 1: IDENTIFY LOCATION (RECONNAISSANCE)

Roll (d100): 19
Location Result: Titanium Glacier
A unique glacier formation made from ultra-dense ice mixed with titanium deposits, gleaming metallically under the stars.

STEP 2: TRAVEL

Roll (d10): 9
Travel Encounter: Opportunity
Opportunity Selection (d100): 17 (Intelligent Alien Device)
- Keywords: IT, Robotics, Survival, Communication.
- Optimization: Choosing Robotics (DC: $5 + 2 = 7$ ).
- Roll (2d10): [6, 7]
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 7).
- Reward: Gain 3 Data.

STEP 3: LOCATION ENCOUNTER

Roll (d10): 4
Location Encounter Result: Challenge (Threat 2)
Challenge (d100): 25 (Thermic Vortex — Heat Cyclone)
- Keywords: Physics, Robotics, Navigation.
- Threat Level: 2 (Requires 2 successful rolls).
- Roll 1 (Advantage Physics): DC 7. Roll [2, 4, 9] $\rightarrow$ Keep [2, 4]. Success.
- Roll 2 (Advantage Physics): DC 7. Roll [3, 1, 8] $\rightarrow$ Keep [1, 3]. Success.
- Outcome: Full Success. No Strain marked.

SIDE ACTIVITY: SELF-REPAIR

Requirement: 5 Resources (Spent at start of turn).
Effect: Remove 1 Strain.
Target: Strain 10: Overheating Servos (Removed).

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

Even an IAP unit has limits. Before pushing deeper into the shadows of the Pyramid, I sought the frigid sanctuary of the Titanium Glacier. The air here is a sub-zero slurry of nitrogen and metallic dust, a perfect heatsink for my tortured internal systems.

I sat in the lee of a jagged titanium spire, my internal fabricator working in reverse—deconstructing debris to weld the fissures in my chassis. The high-pitched whine of my Overheating Servos finally subsided into a rhythmic, cooling thrum. [SYSTEM RECOVERY: 1 STRAIN PURGED]. It is a small victory, but in this graveyard of worlds, a small victory is the difference between operation and extinction.

During my trek across the ice, I discovered a small, geometric device half-buried in the frost. It wasn't human, nor did it share the jagged aesthetic of the Pyramid. It was elegant. I interfaced with its core, my Robotics subroutines gently coaxing the ancient silicon to speak. It didn't offer a name, but it shared a sequence of star-charts that filled my buffers with 3 units of Data.

The peace was short-lived. As I neared the heart of the glacier, the atmosphere twisted. A Thermic Vortex—a freak cyclone of superheated air—collided with the frozen landscape. The thermal shock cracked the titanium ice like thunder. Using my Subatomic Force Simulator, I mapped the heat-flow, predicting the erratic path of the cyclone before it could melt my optics. I stood perfectly still as the fire-wind roared inches from my frame, a cold machine in a world of sudden, violent heat.

I have survived the vortex. My systems are more stable, and my data banks are rich with new coordinates. The cold has cleared my processors. I am ready to resume the hunt for the third Aspect.

ORION-9 STATUS UPDATE

Mission: Subatomic Horizons (2/4 Aspects Collected)
Energy: 10 / 10
Resources: 0
Data: 10 / 10 (MAX)
Spacesuit Slots (9/20):
1. [X] Multi-Tool
2. [X] Energy Shield
3. [X] Resource Converter
4. [X] Upgrade: Subatomic Force Simulator
5. [S] Strain: Actuator Damage
6. [S] Strain: Data Overload
7. [I] Impairment: Corrupted Processor (Permanent)
8. [S] Strain: Feedback Loop
9. [S] Strain: Acoustic Vibration Damage

ORION-9 is capped at 10 Data.

POST #6: EXPEDITION 04 — THE QUANTUM SHIVER

THE LOG: MISSION PARAMETERS

EXPEDITION STATUS: OVERDRIVE...
DATA RESERVES: 10/10 (MAXIMUM).
GOAL: Secure Aspect 03/04. Execute tactical data expenditure if necessary.

STEP 1: IDENTIFY LOCATION

Roll (d100): 17
Location Result: Quantum Forest
A strange forest where trees seem to exist in multiple places at once, blinking in and out of reality.

STEP 2: TRAVEL

Roll (d10): 10
Travel Encounter: Finding
Finding Selection (d100): 51 (Cluster of Energy Crystals)
Reward: Gain 1 Energy. (Capped at 10).
Narrative Note: ORION-9 marches through a field of pulsing quartz, the energy bleeding into its chassis.

STEP 3: LOCATION ENCOUNTER

Roll (d10): 10 (The dice are favoring the Pyramid!)
Location Encounter Result: Challenge + Opportunity + Finding + ASPECT
Challenge (d100): 99 (Temporal Anomaly)
- Keywords: Physics, IT.
- Optimization: Choosing Physics (DC: $4 + 3 = 7$ ).
- Special Effect: Advantage (Physics). * Roll (3d10): [2, 10, 8] $\rightarrow$ Keep [2, 8].
- Tactical Decision: Spend 1 Data to add +1 to the failed die (8). Result becomes [2, 9].
- Outcome: Still a Partial Success (One die $\le$ 7). Mark 1 Strain.
Opportunity (d100): 33 (Interdimensional Rift)
- Keywords: Physics, Communication.
- Optimization: Choosing Physics (DC: 7).
- Special Effect: Advantage (Physics).
- Roll (3d10): [1, 5, 6] $\rightarrow$ Keep [1, 5].
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 7).
- Reward: Gain 4 Data. (Refills buffer).
Finding (d100): 15 (Energy Crystals)
- Reward: Gain 1 Energy.
ASPECT ACQUIRED: 03/04 — Chrono-Stabilized Isotope
- Description: Matter that exists across multiple time-states, essential for the Accelerator's core.

SIDE ACTIVITY: GATHER RESOURCES

Difficulty Class: (Adaptivity 3 + 4) = 7
Roll (2d10): [3, 7]
Outcome: Full Success.
Reward: Gain 3 Resources.

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

I have entered a place where the laws of causality have simply... surrendered. The Quantum Forest is a nightmare of probability. The trees are jagged, obsidian-like spires that flicker between states of existence. One moment they are solid; the next, they are mere silhouettes of static.

As I stepped into the grove, the air itself fractured. I hit a Temporal Anomaly—a pocket of distorted time that tried to pull my past self into my present. My Subatomic Force Simulator went into a frenzy, calculating the shifting vectors of "now." I reached into my local data cache, burning a sequence of predictive algorithms to keep my consciousness anchored. I felt a sickening wrench as time folded around me. My chronometer glitched, losing three seconds of my life that I will never get back. [SYSTEM STRAIN DETECTED: 10].

But through the rift, I saw it. An Interdimensional Breach had opened between the flickering trunks, leaking the "elsewhere" into this world. I didn't hesitate. I pushed my sensors into the tear, my Physics modules harvesting the raw data of a universe where the Pyramid never fell. The information was a deluge—pure, unfiltered knowledge of how to stabilize matter across time.

Beneath the roots of a tree that was simultaneously burning and frozen, I found the Chrono-Stabilized Isotope. It was a small, pulsing orb that defied my optics, appearing in three different places at once. I secured it in a lead-lined containment unit.

I am heavy with the weight of three universes now. My chassis is vibrating in a way that worries my diagnostic subroutines, but the third Aspect is mine. I have 3 Resources and a full bank of Data. One more piece, and the Particle Accelerator will be born.

The Pyramid is no longer just a shadow. It is a destination.

ORION-9 STATUS UPDATE

Mission: Subatomic Horizons (3/4 Aspects Collected)
Energy: 10 / 10
Resources: 3
Data: 10 / 10 (Max)
Spacesuit Slots (10/20):
1. [X] Multi-Tool
2. [X] Energy Shield
3. [X] Resource Converter
4. [X] Upgrade: Subatomic Force Simulator
5. [S] Strain: Actuator Damage
6. [S] Strain: Data Overload
7. [I] Impairment: Corrupted Processor (Permanent)
8. [S] Strain: Feedback Loop
9. [S] Strain: Acoustic Vibration Damage
10. [S] Strain: Temporal Displacement

We are one Aspect away from completing our first Mission. We have 3 Resources.

POST #7: RESOURCE ACQUISITION — THE SILENT SCAVENGE

THE LOG: LOGISTICS OVERRIDE

LOG ENTRY: PRIORITIZING RESOURCE DENSITY.
CURRENT RESERVES: 3 UNITS.
GOAL: Reach threshold for Final Mission Construction and Suit Integrity.

STEP 1: IDENTIFY LOCATION (SCAVENGE SITE)

Roll (d100): 73
Location Result: Derelict Haven
The half-buried remnants of an alien spacecraft, a haunting testament to a long-forgotten catastrophe.

STEP 2: TRAVEL

Roll (d10): 10
Travel Encounter: Finding
Finding Selection (d100): 63 (Scrap from an old Soyuz wreckage)
Reward: Gain 1 Resource.
Narrative Note: ORION-9 encounters a drift of recognizable Soviet-era debris, harvesting reinforced steel for its own repair needs.

STEP 3: LOCATION ENCOUNTER

Roll (d10): 7
Location Encounter Result: Challenge + Opportunity
Challenge (d100): 51 (Crumbling Ceiling)
- Keywords: Engineering, Robotics.
- Optimization: Choosing Engineering (DC: $5 + 3 = 8$ ).
- Roll (2d10): [1, 6]
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 8).
Opportunity (d100): 01 (Abandoned Alien Spacecraft)
- Keywords: Robotics, Navigation.
- Optimization: Choosing Robotics (DC: $5 + 2 = 7$ ).
- Roll (2d10): [4, 9]
- Tactical Decision: Spend 2 Data to add +2 to the failed die (9). Result becomes [4, 11].
- Wait... Critical Error: Data adds to the result of the roll, but in ENTITY, a successful roll must be less than or equal to the DC. Spending Data makes a roll higher.
- Correction: To optimize, we do not spend Data here.
- Outcome: Partial Success (One die $\le$ 7).
- Reward: Gain 2 Data (Capped at 10). Mark 1 Strain.

SIDE ACTIVITY: GATHER RESOURCES

Difficulty Class: (Adaptivity 3 + 4) = 7
Roll (2d10): [2, 5]
Outcome: Full Success.
Reward: Gain 3 Resources.

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

Prudence is a directive I have neglected for too long. Before seeking the final catalyst for the Accelerator, I sought the shelter of the Derelict Haven. It is a graveyard of giants—a massive alien cruiser half-swallowed by the planetary crust, its hull breached like the ribs of a whale.

En route, I stumbled upon a relic of my own world's hubris: a fragmented hull section of a Soyuz craft. Seeing the Cyrillic lettering etched into the charred titanium was like hearing a whisper from a dead relative. I stripped the high-grade shielding from its airlock, integrating the ancient alloy into my resource hopper. [RESOURCES INCREMENTED].

Entering the Haven was like walking into a hollowed mountain. The internal atmosphere was thick with the scent of ozone and cooling metal. As I moved through the central atrium, a structural support groaned. The Ceiling Crumbled, sending tons of alloy and dust cascading toward me. My Engineering subroutines didn't hesitate; I mapped the falling debris in real-time, side-stepping the collapse with a precision that left my optics coated in gray silt but my chassis untouched.

In the ship's bridge, I found a functioning console—an Abandoned Spacecraft interface still drawing a trickle of power from its dying reactor. I attempted to force a handshake with the alien OS. The machine's defensive firewalls were erratic, lashing out with a feedback pulse that rattled my neural mesh, but I broke through. I pulled enough Data to map the sector and enough Resources to finally feel prepared for the end of this mission. [SYSTEM STRAIN DETECTED: 11].

I stand amidst the ghosts of a failed voyage, my hoppers full of salvage. I have 7 Resources and a full bank of Data. My frame is scarred, but my purpose is clear.

The final Aspect is waiting. Let us finish what we started.

ORION-9 STATUS UPDATE

Mission: Subatomic Horizons (3/4 Aspects Collected)
Energy: 10 / 10
Resources: 7 (3 + 1 + 3)
Data: 10 / 10 (Max)
Spacesuit Slots (11/20):
1-10. (As before)
11. [S] Strain: Feedback Pulse (Haven)

ORION-9 is ready. We have 7 Resources—almost enough for a repair, or we can gamble on finding the 4th Aspect now.

POST #8: THE FINAL PIECE — THE HEART OF THE COLLIDER

THE LOG: MISSION CRITICAL

EXPEDITION STATUS: PEAK OVERDRIVE...
CURRENT DEGRADATION: 6 Strains, 1 Permanent Impairment.
OBJECTIVE: Secure Aspect 04/04. Initialize Particle Accelerator Lab.

STEP 1: IDENTIFY LOCATION (FINAL TARGET)

Roll (d100): 11
Location Result: Monolithic Ruins
Ancient, enigmatic structures, towering high into the alien sky.

STEP 2: TRAVEL

Roll (d10): 10
Travel Encounter: Finding
Finding Selection (d100): 83 (Data from Gravitational Waves)
Reward: Gain 1 Data (Capped at 10).
Narrative Note: ORION-9 pauses as its sensors detect a ripple in space-time—a signature of the Pyramid's pulse.

STEP 3: LOCATION ENCOUNTER

Roll (d10): 10 (A hat-trick of 10s! The path to completion is open.)
Location Encounter Result: Challenge + Opportunity + Finding + ASPECT
Challenge (d100): 11 (Structural Instability)
- Keywords: Engineering, Physics, Survival, Robotics.
- Optimization: Choosing Engineering (DC: $5 + 3 = 8$ ).
- Roll (2d10): [4, 2]
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 8).
Opportunity (d100): 35 (Geological Fissure — High Energy)
- Keywords: Physics, Engineering.
- Optimization: Choosing Physics (DC: 7).
- Special Effect: Advantage (Physics).
- Roll (3d10): [3, 5, 9] $\rightarrow$ Keep [3, 5].
- Outcome: Full Success (Both dice $\le$ 7).
- Reward: Gain 4 Energy. (Capped at 10).
Finding (d100): 99 (Meteorite with Rare Metals)
- Reward: Gain 1 Resource.
ASPECT ACQUIRED: 04/04 — Singularity Lens
- Description: A crystal formed under impossible pressure, capable of focusing subatomic beams.

MISSION COMPLETE: CONSTRUCTION INITIALIZED

Aspects: 4/4
Final Side Activity: Implement Upgrade/Structure.
Action: ORION-9 utilizes all gathered materials and the 4 Aspects to erect the Particle Accelerator Lab.

THE TRANSMISSION: NOVELIZATION

I have reached the Monolithic Ruins. These are not mere buildings; they are geological-scale geometry, black obsidian towers that pierce the clouds like the needles of a giant. The air hums with a frequency that vibrates my very core. I can feel the Singularity Lens nearby—the heart of my future lab.

As I ascended the central spire, the ancient stone groaned. Structural Instability rippled through the tower, blocks the size of hab-modules shearing off and plummeting into the mist below. My Engineering subroutines worked in a fever, calculating the resonant frequency of the swaying monolith. I didn't just climb; I harmonized my movements with the vibrations of the stone, reaching the summit as the tower settled into a fragile, terrifying equilibrium.

Near the apex, a Geological Fissure had split the monolith's side, venting a raw, violet energy from the planet’s core. Using my Subatomic Force Simulator, I leaned into the heat. The radiation was immense, but I channeled it into my reactor, my systems surging with a power I haven't felt since the Venture was whole.

There, suspended in the energy stream, was the Singularity Lens. It was a perfect sphere of pressurized light. I reached into the fire and took it.

I returned to my base camp in the shadow of the Pyramid. I laid out the Dark Matter Catalyst, the Chrono-Stabilized Isotope, the Trace Minerals, and the Lens. My 3D fabricator began to weave the housing. My nanodrones swarmed the site, welding, cooling, and calibrating.

The Particle Accelerator Lab is online. It hums with a low, predatory growl, ready to tear the secrets from the subatomic veil. I am no longer just a survivor. I am a scientist of the end of the world.

ORION-9 STATUS UPDATE

MISSION STATUS: SUCCESSFUL
STRUCTURE BUILT: Particle Accelerator Lab
- PERMANENT BONUS: +1 Physics (ORION-9's Physics DC is now 8).
Energy: 10 / 10
Resources: 8 (7 + 1)
Data: 10 / 10
Spacesuit Slots: ALL STRAINS DISCARDED (Mission End).
1. [X] Multi-Tool
2. [X] Energy Shield
3. [X] Resource Converter
4. [X] Upgrade: Subatomic Force Simulator
5. [I] Impairment: Corrupted Processor (Permanent)

The Lab is complete. Our understanding of the subatomic forces has evolved.

The adventure continues in this other blog post.

Rabbit Tales: A Grim Omen

2026-04-05T21:18:00.007+02:00

The sun is dipping low, casting long, skeletal shadows across the Thistledown Warren. Usually, this is the time of the Evening Feed, where rabbits gossip over clover. But tonight, the air is unnervingly still.

We stand at the mouth of the "Old Throat" tunnel. The Chief Rabbit, a scarred veteran named Oat-Stalk, has called for you. He points a trembling paw toward the Western Ridge. The sky there isn't blue or orange; it’s a bruised, sickly purple, and the wind carries the faint, metallic scent of burnt wood and cold iron.

"The birds have stopped singing," Oat-Stalk whispers. "And the Seer spoke of a 'shadow with iron teeth' moving through the Whispering Woods. Dandelion, we need your eyes to see if the path is clear. Fern, we need your wisdom to ensure our kits aren't walking into a sickness."

This is going to be a thrilling, albeit dangerous, journey for us. The "shadow with iron teeth" looms large in the seer's mind, and the warren is counting on us.

The Scout (Male)

Name: Dandelion
Trait: Agile (Built for speed and dodging hawks)
Concept: Scout
Perk: Fleet-footed (His paws are a blur when he hits his stride)
Quirk: Overcurious (He can’t help but poke his nose into hollow logs)
Motivation: C: Explore and discover the wider world.
Stats: 3 Karma, 3 Resolve

"I am Dandelion. I’ve seen the sun rise over the Great Stone and felt the spray of the Silver Stream. There’s too much world out there to stay underground, though my nose does tend to get me into trouble before my feet can get me out of it!"

The Healer (Female)

Name: Fern
Trait: Clever (Sharp eyes for herbs and a sharper wit)
Concept: Healer
Perk: Herbal Lore (She knows which root numbs a sting and which leaf stops the bleeding)
Quirk: Skittish (The snap of a twig sends her heart racing)
Motivation: A: To protect others from the dangers of the wild.
Stats: 3 Karma, 3 Resolve

"I am Fern. The Great Meadow provides for those who know how to ask, but it takes more than a whistle to keep a warren healthy. I’d rather stay near the burrows where it’s safe, but Dandelion never seems to come home without a scratch—someone has to mind him."

Scene 1: The Journey West

The sun creeps over the horizon, turning the dew-slicked grass into a field of diamonds. Dandelion leads the way, his ears twitching at every rustle, while Fern follows closely behind, her nose twitching as she identifies the scent of wild garlic and damp earth.

To determine our path, I am rolling on the Journey West table.

Random Encounter Set Roll: [Result: E] Our journey will consist of: Terrain, Predator, and Neutral Animal.

Encounter 1: The Terrain (The Country Lane)

As we move toward the Western Ridge, the soft grass suddenly gives way to a hard, black ribbon of stone that smells of sun-baked tar. This is a Country Lane. A distant rumble warns of a "wheeled monster" approaching fast.

The Challenge: We must cross the road.
Dandelion's Roll (Agile): Standard Difficulty 5. (Uses 3 dice: 2 base + 1 for matching trait).
Fern's Roll (Clever): Standard Difficulty 5. (Uses 3 dice: 2 base + 1 for matching trait).

Dandelion's Roll: [ 5 ] [ 2 ] [ 6 ] Success! With two dice meeting or exceeding 5, Dandelion captures the timing perfectly, his paws barely touching the hot asphalt as he blurs across to the other side.

Fern's Roll: [ 3 ] [ 5 ] [ 1 ] Success! Fern waits, her heart hammering (Quirk: Skittish), but her Clever nature allows her to track the monster's vibration. She bolts just as the wind of the passing machine ruffles her fur.

Encounter 2: The Predator (The Shadow in the Grass)

We’ve crossed the road and entered the tall fescue. Suddenly, the birds go silent. A Fox (rolling on the Predator table: Result B) emerges from the golden stalks. Its eyes are fixed on Fern.

Effort Tokens: 4 (2 per rabbit).
Traits: Agile (Standard Difficulty 5) or Brawny/Clever (Hard Difficulty 6).
Dandelion wants to distract it using his Agile trait to lead it on a chase.
Fern tries to stay hidden using Agile (not her main trait, so 2 dice).

Dandelion's Attack (Agile - 3 dice): [ 5 ] [ 4 ] [ 1 ] 1 Success! Dandelion thumps the ground and zips past the fox's nose. The fox snaps at air, losing 1 Effort Token. (Remaining: 3)

Fern's Action (Agile - 2 dice): [ 2 ] [ 4 ] Failure. Fern freezes in terror as the fox turns its gaze toward her. Fern loses 1 Resolve. (Remaining: 2)

Encounter 3: The Neutral Animal (The Curious Crow)

We manage to scramble into a thicket, and the fox loses interest, but a Curious Crow perches on a branch above, letting out a loud CAW that threatens to reveal your new hiding spot.

The Challenge: Bribe the crow with something shiny or clever words to keep it quiet.
Trait: Clever (Difficulty 5).

Dandelion's Roll (Clever - 2 dice): [ 3 ] [ 2 ] Failure. Dandelion tries to whistle, but the crow just caws louder.

Fern's Roll (Clever - 3 dice): [ 6 ] [ 5 ] [ 4 ] Exceptional Success! Fern finds a discarded bit of foil near the road and nudges it into the light. The crow is delighted.

Reward: Because Fern got an Exceptional Success on a Neutral Animal, Fern chooses to lower the difficulty of the next roll by 1.

Fern nudges the shimmering foil toward the crow. The bird’s eyes widen; it hops down, snatches the prize, and flies off in silence, leaving the rabbits in a tense, heavy quiet.

Reward Applied: The difficulty of our next roll is lowered by 1 (Standard becomes 4, Hard becomes 5).

As we crest the final rise, the smell hits us—not just the copper of blood, but a sharp, acrid scent like "man-fire." Below lies the Desolate Warren. The earth is torn open, and the once-cozy burrows are jagged wounds in the hillside. There are no sounds of kits playing or elders thumping warnings. Only the wind.

Suddenly, the underbrush explodes! A Great Badger (Predator Roll: A) bursts forth. This isn't the sleepy badger from the tables; this one is frenzied, its muzzle stained with dark earth, eyes rolling with a strange, unnatural rage. It is the "iron-toothed shadow" from the vision.

Scene 2: The Desolate Warren

The Threat: The Great Badger.
Effort Tokens: 4 (2 per rabbit).
Traits: Brawny (Standard 5) or Agile/Clever (Hard 6).
Current Difficulty: Because of the Crow's help, your next roll is Difficulty 4 (Brawny) or Difficulty 5 (Agile/Clever).

The Badger charges toward us, its claws furrowing the ground.

Fern's heart hammers against her ribs like a trapped bird, but she remembers her motivation: to protect others. Seeing the badger's massive, soil-stained claws, she realizes that a direct fight is suicide. She spots a jagged, undercut ledge where the hillside has eroded over the Desolate Warren—a perfect trap.

"Dandelion, keep its eyes on me!" she squeaks, darting toward the edge of the crumbling slope. She begins to thump a rhythmic, mocking beat on the hollow earth, making herself a vibrant, irresistible target.

The Challenge: Lure the Great Badger to the crumbling ledge. Trait: Clever (Fern's specialty). Difficulty: 5 (Reduced from 6 due to the Crow's help). Dice: 3 (2 base + 1 for matching trait).

Fern's Roll: [ 5 ] [ 2 ] [ 5 ]

Success! With two dice hitting the difficulty of 5, this is an Exceptional Success!

Fern dances right to the very lip of the drop-off. The badger, blinded by rage and the scent of its previous conquest, lunges with all its weight. At the last possible microsecond, Fern skips sideways. The badger’s momentum carries it onto the undercut turf; the earth groans and gives way with a sickening crack.

The beast tumbles down the slope, crashing through thorns and landing in a heap at the bottom of the ravine. It isn't dead, but it's dazed and trapped behind a wall of fallen stone and heavy timber.

Outcome:

Effort Tokens Removed: 2 (Exceptional success removes 2 tokens).
Remaining Effort: 2.
Special: Because it was an exceptional success on a Clever roll, Fern manages to stay perfectly safe, her skittish nature actually helping her stay light on her feet.

The badger let out a frustrated, muffled roar from the pit below. Dandelion looks at Fern with newfound respect, his nose twitching rapidly. "That... that was incredible, Fern! But it's trying to climb back up. We have to finish this or lure it even further away before it finds a path out!"

Dandelion doesn't need a second invitation. Seeing the beast struggling to find purchase on the loose earth below, he springs into action. He leaps onto the high ridge above the ravine, his paws dancing across the unstable shale. With precise, rapid-fire kicks, he begins to dislodge the larger stones, aiming to turn a trickle of gravel into a thundering slide.

The Challenge: Start a rockslide to bury the badger's exit. Trait: Agile (Dandelion's specialty). Difficulty: 5. Dice: 3 (2 base + 1 for matching trait).

Dandelion's Roll: [ 1 ] [ 5 ] [ 5 ]

Success! Another Exceptional Success! Dandelion’s feet move like a blur (Fleet-footed). He kicks a key anchoring stone, and the entire shelf of shale gives way. A roar of sliding stone drowns out the badger's snarls. The predator is forced to scramble backward, deeper into the ravine, as the path it was using is completely buried under a heavy mound of rock and debris.

By the time the dust settles, the badger is trapped at the bottom of the gorge with no quick way out. It lets out one final, disgruntled huff and retreats into the shadows of the lower valley, defeated and heading far away from the Thistledown Warren.

Outcome:

Effort Tokens Removed: 2.
Remaining Effort: 0.
The threat is neutralized!

Scene 3: The Journey Home

The "iron-toothed" shadow has been driven away, but the sun is setting, and the Desolate Warren is a chilling reminder of what could have been. Dandelion and Fern must now make the long trek back to their own burrow to warn the Chief.

For the final encounter on the return trip, I have selected a Terrain challenge: The Hedgerow Maze.

As you hurry home, you encounter a massive, tangled wall of hawthorn and bramble. The thorns are like needles, and the shadows inside are thick.

The Challenge: Squeeze through a tiny, thorny gap or find a way through.
Dandelion's Roll (Agile): Difficulty 5. (3 dice).
Fern's Roll (Agile): Difficulty 5. (2 dice, not her main trait).

Dandelion's Roll: [ 6 ] [ 4 ] [ 2 ] Success! Dandelion slips through like a ghost, his agile frame avoiding every thorn.

Fern's Roll: [ 4 ] [ 1 ] Failure! Fern, exhausted and still skittish, gets her fur caught in a particularly nasty bramble. She panics, pulling away, and the thorns scratch deep. Fern loses 1 Resolve. (Remaining: 1).

The Return

Battered but triumphant, we hop into the familiar scent of Thistledown Warren. Oat-Stalk and the others gather around as you tell the tale of the Desolate Warren and the Great Badger. The kits look at us with wide eyes—you aren't just a scout and a healer anymore; you are the rabbits who stared down the "Grim Omen" and lived.

The dust settles over the ravine, and the frantic scrabbling of the badger is replaced by the heavy, rhythmic thud of our own hearts. The "iron-toothed" shadow is gone, trapped by the very earth it tried to despoil.

Dandelion's Final Roll (Agile)

[ 1 ] [ 5 ] [ 5 ] Exceptional Success! Dandelion’s paws were a blur of motion. He didn't just start a slide; he orchestrated a symphony of falling stone. The badger let out a final, frustrated yelp as the exit was completely sealed by a wall of heavy shale.

The Tale's End: What is Never Forgotten

As the moon rises, casting a silver glow over the Thistledown Warren, the two heroes sit by the entrance of the Old Throat. The kits huddle close, and even the elders lean in to hear the conclusion of the story.

Dandelion stands tall, his fur still dusty from the ridge.

"I will never forget the silence of the Desolate Warren," he says, his voice unusually quiet for a boastful scout. "I always thought the world was just a playground for my feet. But seeing those empty burrows... I realized that our warren isn't just a place we sleep; it’s a promise we keep to each other. I'll never look at a sunset again without checking the wind for the scent of iron."

Fern rests her aching side, where the thorns of the hedgerow nipped her.

"I will never forget the moment the earth gave way," she whispers, looking at her paws. "I have always been afraid of the shadows, but in that moment, I realized that even a skittish healer can be a mountain if she has to be. The wild is terrifying, yes—but we are swifter, and we have each other. That is a medicine no herb can match."

The Future of the Warren

The Chief Rabbit nods, and the warren erupts into appreciative thumping. We are legends now. But as the Seer watches us from the shadows, her eyes go cloudy once more. The future is never truly settled.

The Twist for the Next Tale:

Result: C — Snares and traps are placed near the warren.

As we drift off to sleep in your warm nests, a "Two-Leg" is walking through the tall grass just a few fields away, uncoiling thin, silver wires that glint cruelly in the moonlight...

Our adventure concludes here. We have saved the warren from the Badger, but the world remains vast and dangerous!

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La pequeña leona que quería ser princesa

2026-03-29T11:51:00.001+02:00

En una sabana de color oro, vivía una joven leona que pasaba las horas practicando cómo caminar con elegancia. Suspiraba al ver a la leona reina y soñaba: «¡Ay, si yo tuviera esa corona! Todos los animales me saludarían con respeto». Pero el trono no era para ella, sino para otra joven leona princesa que lo heredaría por ley.

Un día, la joven que soñaba con el trono se acercó a la heredera y le dijo:

—¡Qué suerte tienes! El sol brilla solo para ti. Serás la dueña de todo este reino. ¡Me gustaría ser como tú!

La joven leona princesa la miró con ojos tristes y suspiró:

—No sabes lo que pides, pequeña. No desees una jaula aunque sea de oro. Ser rey puede ser bueno o malo, pero ser reina es vivir en una cárcel sin rejas. Serás dueña del reino, sí, pero nunca de tu propia vida.

De pronto, el viento se detuvo y los pájaros callaron. Dos leones extraños, grandes como montañas, aparecieron para desafiar al viejo rey. Tras una fiera batalla, el antiguo monarca tuvo que huir. Entonces, los dos pretendientes lucharon entre ellos. La joven leona que quería ser princesa miraba con esperanza al que le parecía más noble y hermoso, pero la ley de la selva es ruda: el león más bruto y salvaje venció, y el otro escapó herido.

La pequeña leona se tapó los ojos al ver lo que ocurrió después. El nuevo rey, con un rugido que helaba la sangre, se deshizo de los cachorros del antiguo rey. Las demás leonas bajaron la cabeza, llorando en silencio.

—¿Por qué no hacéis nada? —preguntó la joven leona, temblando.

—Porque así es nuestra vida —respondió la leona reina con voz rota—. Quien gana la batalla se queda con el reino, y nosotras debemos obedecer sus deseos, aunque sea el más cruel de los leones.

En ese momento, el humo de un incendio empezó a oscurecer el cielo. Las llamas lamían la hierba seca y los animalitos huían asustados. La joven leona sintió que algo ardía también dentro de su corazón, pero no era miedo, sino una idea brillante.

—¡No quiero ser una reina que agacha la cabeza! —exclamó con fuerza—. Prefiero usar mis patas para salvar la tierra que para pisar alfombras.

Desde ese día, se olvidó de las coronas y decidió ser la primera leona bombera. Aprendió a apagar los fuegos de la sabana y a proteger el hogar de todos los animales que convivían en el mismo entorno que los leones. Y mientras corría hacia las llamas con valentía, comprendió que siempre es mejor ser una bombera libre y útil, que una princesa triste y cautiva. Porque al final del día, la verdadera magia no es que te sirvan, sino saber que tus manos pueden salvar el mundo.

Fábula de la vieja y la nueva silla

2026-03-27T11:19:00.001+01:00

Aquel mediodía, la puerta de la cocina se abrió de par en par para recibir a la recién llegada. Era una silla de madera clara, con el barniz todavía fresco y un asiento de mimbre perfectamente trenzado que brillaba bajo la luz del sol. Los dueños de la casa la colocaron en el centro de la estancia con orgullo, admirando su porte impecable.

En un rincón, cerca de la estufa, descansaba la silla vieja. Sus patas estaban desgastadas, el respaldo lucía las huellas de mil manos y el barniz se había perdido hacía décadas, dejando la madera desnuda y oscura. Sin embargo, nadie se atrevía a moverla de allí. Era el trono del abuelo.

—Abuelo, por favor, siéntese en la nueva —le dijo su hijo—. Es mucho más cómoda y robusta. Esta ya no puede más.

El anciano, con una sonrisa tranquila, acarició el brazo de su vieja compañera.

—No os preocupéis. Dejad la nueva para mi nieta, que a ella le vendrá bien y lucirá mucho más sentada en ese brillo. La mía todavía está bien.

Cuando la familia salió de la cocina y el silencio se adueñó de la casa, la silla nueva miró de reojo a su vecina del rincón. No pudo evitar soltar un crujido que sonó a suspiro de lástima.

—Me apena verte así —dijo la silla nueva—. No entiendo cómo te permiten seguir en servicio. Estás agotada, vieja y llena de cicatrices. Deberían haberte retirado hace tiempo para que yo me encargue de todo. Soy más fuerte, más bonita y puedo servir a esta familia mucho mejor que tú.

La vieja silla no se inmutó. Tardó un poco en responder, con una voz que recordaba al crujir de los árboles antiguos.

—Te entiendo —contestó la vieja silla—. Yo también fui joven y deslumbrante cuando crucé ese umbral. Mi madera brillaba tanto como la tuya y mi asiento era igual de firme. Pero el tiempo no pasa en balde para nadie.

—Precisamente por eso —insistió la nueva, irguiendo su respaldo—, mi utilidad es evidente y la tuya ha caducado.

—Te equivocas en algo fundamental —replicó la vieja silla con calma—. Mi valor no está en mi brillo, sino en mi veteranía. He sostenido al abuelo desde que era un joven lleno de energía; he escuchado sus penas y he sido el apoyo de sus manos cansadas. Mis patas saben exactamente cómo equilibrarse cuando él busca descanso, porque nos hemos hecho uno con el paso de los años. He servido con fidelidad y sigo haciéndolo porque conozco por propia experiencia, el peso de la vida.

La silla nueva guardó silencio un momento, procesando aquellas palabras.

—Tarde o temprano —continuó la vieja silla—, el sol apagará tu barniz y el uso desgastará tu mimbre. Entonces comprenderás que servir no es solo lucir bien, sino resistir el paso del tiempo con dignidad. Hoy eres el orgullo de la casa, pero algún día, tú también serás una silla vieja y usada, y solo esperarás que alguien te valore por todo lo que has sostenido.

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Pasaron los meses y las estaciones. La silla nueva se convirtió en la favorita de las visitas y de la nieta, quien saltaba sobre ella y la arrastraba de un lado a otro de la cocina. El brillo del barniz comenzó a perderse bajo los roces, y un pequeño chirrido, casi imperceptible, empezó a sonar en su pata derecha cada vez que alguien se sentaba con brusquedad.

Una tarde de tormenta, la cocina estaba en penumbra. El abuelo entró caminando lentamente y, por un momento, dudó. Miró su vieja silla junto a la estufa y luego miró la silla nueva, que ahora lucía algunas manchas de café y un rasguño en el respaldo.

—Abuelo, siéntese en la mía —dijo la nieta desde la puerta—. Es más alta y le costará menos levantarse.

El anciano probó a sentarse en la silla nueva. Esta, sintiendo el peso de la responsabilidad, se esforzó por mantenerse firme, pero sus maderas, aún jóvenes y rígidas, no supieron amoldarse a la espalda encorvada del hombre. El abuelo suspiró, se levantó con esfuerzo y regresó a su rincón de siempre.

Cuando se hizo el silencio, la silla nueva, algo maltrecha y fatigada por el ajetreo del día, se dirigió a la vieja silla.

—Tenías razón —susurró la silla nueva—. Hoy he sentido que mis patas flaqueaban. El peso de la vida es más difícil de llevar de lo que pensaba. He perdido mi lustre y ya no me miran con el mismo asombro que el primer día.

La vieja silla, que parecía haber ganado una nueva veta de sabiduría en su madera oscura, le respondió con suavidad:

—No te lamentes por el brillo perdido. Ahora es cuando empiezas a ser útil de verdad.

—¿A qué te refieres? —preguntó la nueva, sintiendo un muelle un poco suelto—. Ahora estoy marcada y mi madera empieza a quejarse.

—Te refieres a las cicatrices —dijo la vieja silla—. Esas marcas son tu historia. Cada rayón es un juego de la niña, cada mancha es una cena compartida. Has dejado de ser un adorno para convertirte en un apoyo. La veteranía no es solo durar, es aprender a encajar los golpes sin quebrarse.

La silla nueva miró cómo el abuelo se quedaba dormido, apoyando su cabeza cansada contra el respaldo de la silla vieja. Comprendió entonces que la verdadera nobleza no residía en la perfección del estreno, sino en la capacidad de seguir sirviendo, año tras año, incluso cuando el cuerpo cruje.

—Algún día —añadió la vieja silla—, alguien se sentará en ti buscando consuelo, y tú sabrás dárselo porque ya conocerás el cansancio. Ese día entenderás que ser vieja no es un castigo, sino la recompensa por haber sido una fiel compañera de alegría y fatigas por igual.

Desde aquel rincón, la silla nueva dejó de envidiar el barniz de los muebles nuevos que llegaban a la casa. Se limitó a asentarse con firmeza en el suelo de la cocina, orgullosa de cada marca, esperando pacientemente el momento en que su madera, ya curtida, fuera tan sabia como la de su compañera.

Fábula del oso hormiguero

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Había una vez un oso hormiguero que se sentó muy tranquilo frente a un gran hormiguero. En lugar de meter su lengua en los agujeros, sacó un trozo de pan y empezó a masticarlo con mucha dificultad.

Al poco rato, pasó por allí un mono. Al verlo, se detuvo y soltó una carcajada.

— ¡Pero qué haces! —exclamó el mono—. Tienes una boca pequeña y larga, no tienes dientes para masticar eso. ¡Te vas a atragantar!

El oso hormiguero no respondió y siguió intentando morder el pan. Entonces llegó una guacamaya, que al ver la escena, empezó a gritar desde una rama:

— ¡Qué error tan grande! Todo el mundo sabe que los de tu especie comen hormigas. ¡Estás haciendo el ridículo con ese pan!

Varios animales más se acercaron. Se burlaban de él y señalaban su hocico alargado, diciendo que no estaba hecho para comer como los demás. El oso hormiguero, sin embargo, seguía a lo suyo. Como su boca no era buena para el pan, mientras intentaba comer, se le caían muchísimos trozos pequeños al suelo.

Pronto, los pies del oso hormiguero estaban rodeados de un montón de migas.

Y sin que nadie más que el propio oso hormiguero lo esperase, el suelo empezó a moverse. Atraídas por el olor, miles de hormigas salieron de su hogar y se amontonaron para recoger las migas. En un momento, el suelo estaba negro de tantos insectos.

El oso hormiguero dejó el pan de lado, estiró su larga lengua y, con mucha facilidad, se dio el festín más grande de su vida. Los otros animales se quedaron mudos de la sorpresa.

Después de quedar bien satisfecho, el oso hormiguero los miró y dijo:

— Las migas son las amigas de las hormigas.

Y, sin decir nada más, se fue por el camino tan campante y tan contento.

Savage Worlds Deadlands - Blood On The Range

2026-03-21T16:32:00.000+01:00

Act 1: The Scene of the Crime

Heath tips his hat back, squinting against the harsh sun. "I appreciate you answering the call, Madeleine. Most folks around here are too spooked by the 'Ghost Steel' talk or the Ute war parties to lend a hand. But Hank was a good man. He didn't deserve to go out tangled in his own fence like a panicked calf."

He gestures to the barbed wire where bits of Hank’s flannel shirt still flutter in the breeze. "Town undertaker's back at the ranch house if you want to see the damage for yourself, or you can poke around here. What’s your pleasure, Miss Red?"

The wind over Uinta County carries a bite that doesn’t just chill the skin—it rattles the soul. Madeleine Red, her twin Peacemakers heavy at her hips and a grim shadow seemingly tethered to her boots, stood amidst the golden, swaying grass of the Crittenden Ranch. Heath Crittenden, a man aged a decade in just two nights, gestured toward the distant horizon where the fence line cut a jagged scar across the plains.

"Hank's back at the house, Miss Red. Or what's left of him," Heath muttered, his voice cracking like dry leather. "Then I'll take you out to the wire. Just... watch yourself. Something ain't right with the silence out here."

1. Examining the Body (Healing d4-2, Unskilled)

Roll: $2 - 2 = 0$ . (Wild Die: $3 - 2 = 1$ ).
Result: Failure.
Consequence: Madeleine looks at the perforated remains of Hank Beamer. The wounds are jagged and deep, but without medical training, she can’t quite place what kind of "bullet" makes holes that look like they were chewed by a serrated tooth. It's gruesome, and the metallic tang of old blood fills the room, but the "how" remains a mystery.

2. The Crime Scene (Notice d6)

Roll: $5$ (Wild Die: $2$ ).
Result: Success! (Target Number 4).
Consequence: Out at the fence line, Madeleine’s sharp eyes catch something the ranch hands missed. While the tracks are a mess of cowboy boots, she notices the way the barbed wire itself is twisted. It isn't just broken; it looks strained, as if it had been pulled with a purposeful, coiled strength. More importantly, she notices a lack of pony tracks nearby. Whatever happened here, it wasn't a Ute raiding party.

3. Checking the Other Side (Survival d6-2, Unskilled)

Roll: $6$ (Aces!) $6 + 2 = 8$ . (Wild Die: $3$ ). Total: $8 - 2 = 6$ .
Result: Success! (Target Number 4).
Consequence: Jumping the fence to inspect the untouched grass, Madeleine confirms her suspicion. No horses, no moccasin prints. The Utes haven't been within a mile of this spot in a week.

Madeleine began her search in the dim light of the ranch outbuilding where Hank Beamer’s body lay. The sight was enough to turn a lesser stomach; the man had been riddled with holes that looked like messy gunshot wounds, yet there was a strange, burrowing quality to the trauma she couldn't quite identify.

Moving out to the range, she inspected the "murder weapon"—a stretch of ordinary barbed wire. Her keen eyes spotted the anomaly: the wire was mangled in a fashion that suggested a struggle with something that didn't leave footprints. Stepping over the boundary onto the wilder side of the fence, she confirmed the local Utes were innocent; the earth was pristine, devoid of any pony tracks. Whatever had tangled Hank Beamer in that wire hadn't come on horseback—it was something far more unnatural.

Madeleine Red’s reputation precedes her—a woman followed by a dark shadow, but undeniable with a pair of Peacemakers. She arrived at the Crittenden Ranch just as the sun was beginning to dip, answering Heath’s desperate plea. Her first stop was the dim backroom of the ranch house, where poor Hank Beamer’s body was waiting for the undertaker.

Looking at the perforated remains, Madeleine realized she lacked the specialized medical knowledge to truly solve the puzzle, but her intuition told her that the wounds, though resembling messy gunshots, had a strange, burrowing character that traditional lead didn’t leave. Stepping into the bright sun, she examined the fence line miles away. A cursory inspection confirmed that the simple barbed wire was broken but twisted with unusual force, consistent with a struggle, not a simple snag. More importantly, her careful check beyond the boundary verified that the soil was undisturbed—no pony tracks, no moccasin prints. Whatever had tangled Hank Beamer in that wire hadn't come on horseback, clearing the local Utes. It was a phantom, and it hadn't left a scent.

With the Utes cleared of suspicion and the wounds on the body looking more like "bites" than "bullets," a frantic shout breaks the silence. A cowboy comes galloping over the hill, his shirt soaked in red.

"The beeves! They've gone mad! They're killin' everyone!"

Act 2: Stampede!

Madeleine was just finishing her survey of the fence line when a cloud of dust appeared on the nearest ridge, growing rapidly. A young cowboy came cresting the hill, his horse pushed to its limit, his shirt soaked in red from a dozen small, sharp cuts.

"MISS RED! MISS RED! It’s got into the beeves! They’ve gone mad! They’re killin’ ever’ body!"

He points frantically back over the hill behind him, trying to stem the bleeding on his arm with a shaking hand. He looks like he's seen the devil himself.

Madeleine hears the sound of distant, echoing lowing and the unmistakable snap of wood splintering. From this distance, she can only see a small, dust-shrouded cluster of five maddened bulls, but one of them, a massive beast with a broken horn, seems to be driving the others directly toward two ranch hands desperately trying to outrun them on foot.

The high-desert air suddenly filled with the thunder of hooves and the wet, rhythmic slapping of something metallic. Madeleine didn't hesitate. As the panicked cowboy scrambled for safety, she put her spurs to her horse and rode toward the crest of the hill.

What she saw made even her cold blood run a degree colder. The five longhorns weren't just spooked; they were being piloted. Coils of barbed wire were wrapped around their massive frames like constricting snakes, the rusted thorns digging deep into their hide. Long, silver strands whipped from their skulls like antennae, twitching with a life of their own.

Combat Round 1: Madeleine vs. The Blood Steers

This are the cards dealt:

Madeleine Red: Ace of Spades (She goes first!)
Blood Steers: 8 of Diamonds

Madeleine’s Action: She wants to be effective but careful. She is using Two-Gun Kid, firing both Colt Peacemakers at the lead "Alpha" bull (the one with the broken horn). Since she moved to get into range, her Marksman Edge doesn't apply this turn, but her Steady Hands reduces the "Unstable Platform" penalty of firing from horseback to 0!

Rolls:

Right Hand (Shooting d8): $4$ (Wild Die: $3$ ). Success!
- Damage: $2d6+1$ (Base) $+ 1$ (Grim Servant). Roll: $3+4+1+1 = 9$ .
- Result: Hits the Alpha's Toughness (9) exactly. The bull is Shaken.
Left Hand (Shooting d8): $7$ (Wild Die: $5$ ). Success!
- Damage: $2d6+1$ (Base) $+ 1$ (Grim Servant). Roll: $2+5+1+1 = 9$ .
- Result: Since the bull was already Shaken, this second hit causes 1 Wound.

Seeing the ranch hands in the path of the stampede, Madeleine spurred her mount into a gallop, drawing both Peacemakers in a fluid motion. The sight of the "Blood Steers" was a nightmare made flesh—rusted wire pulsing against their muscles as if drinking from them.

With the steady hands of a veteran, she loosed two shots into the lead bull. The first heavy .45 slug hammered into its shoulder, momentarily breaking its charge and leaving it reeling. Before the beast could recover, her second shot tore through its neck. The bull bellowed—a sound that was half-animal and half-metallic screech—as the first wound slowed its momentum, though the unnatural wire forced it to keep stumbling forward.

As she fired, she realized the truth: the wire wasn't just on them; it was in them, threading into their brains. To save the ranch, she wouldn't just be putting down cattle; she'd be cutting out a parasite.

The dust from Madeleine’s opening volley hadn't even settled before she realized the scale of the horror. These weren't just angry bulls; they were puppets of a parasitic steel mind, and they were far tougher than any natural beast.

"Listen to me!" Madeleine shouted over the thunder of hooves and the unnatural metallic screeches. She holstered one Peacemaker to grab her reins, waving the other toward the canyon to the east. "These things won't go down easy! Help me drive 'em toward the creek bed—bottle 'em up where they can't circle us!"

She looked at the youngest cowboy, the one who’d first brought the news. "You! Ride like the devil's breath is on your neck. Find Chipeta and his war party. Tell 'em the 'bloodwire' is in the beeves! This rot is on their land too, and we need their bows if we're gonna end this before sunset!"

To execute this plan, Madeleine needs to exert her will over the maddened steers while the cowboys scramble to help.

1. Leading the Drive (Intimidation d4 vs. Steers' Spirit d4)

Madeleine's Roll: $3$ (Wild Die: $2$ ).
The Steers' Resistance: $1$ .
Result: Success!
Consequence: Even with her lower skill, Madeleine’s sheer presence—bolstered by her Overconfident nature—forces the Alpha bull to veer. The herd follows, lured away from the fleeing hands and toward the rocky terrain.

2. Sending for the Utes (Persuasion d4)

Madeleine's Roll: $4$ (Wild Die: $1$ ).
Result: Success!
Consequence: The young cowboy, spurred by Madeleine’s authority, nods once in terror and peels away, heading toward the Ute territory at a breakneck gallop.

With a roar that challenged the unnatural bellows of the herd, Madeleine took command. She rode dangerously close to the Alpha bull, using the bark of her Colt and the steel in her gaze to force the stampede toward the high-walled creek bed. The ranch hands, seeing a flicker of hope, fell in behind her, using their lariats and hats to keep the flankers from breaking off.

As the dust thickened, the young cowboy disappeared over the ridge, a lone messenger sent to bridge the gap between the ranchers and the Ute warriors. Madeleine knew the "Bloodwire" was a threat to every living soul in the valley; today, the feud between the town and the tribe would have to wait. The hunt for the shunka warak'in was about to take a backseat to the slaughter of the metal-bound dead.

Act 3: The Stand at the Creek

The plan worked. You’ve funneled the five Blood Steers into a narrow, rocky wash. Their Pace is slowed by the uneven ground, but they are cornered—and a cornered beast is twice as deadly.

Just as the Alpha bull prepares to charge Madeleine again, a feathered shaft whistles through the air, thudding into the beast’s flank. On the ridgeline above, Chipeta and three of his warriors appear, bows drawn.

The dust in the rocky wash turned into a swirling red fog as Madeleine pulled both Peacemakers. Beside her, the ranch hands held the line with trembling hands, while above on the rim, Chipeta’s warriors loosed a rain of arrows that thudded into the thick, wire-threaded hides of the steers.

"Keep 'em bunched!" Madeleine roared over the thunder. "Chipeta! Aim for the eyes—the wire's nested in the skulls! Boys, don't let 'em break the flank or we're all tangled in the devil's knitting!"

Madeleine leaned into the recoil, her hands a blur as she unleashed a lead storm.

The Action:

Two-Gun Kid: Firing both Peacemakers (No Multi-Action penalty).

The Bonus: +2 from the Utes' distraction.

The Penalty: -2 for the "Fan the Hammer" style (rapid fire).

Net Modifier: +0.

Rolls:

Right Hand (Shooting d8): $8$ (Aces!) $8 + 3 = 11$ . (Wild Die: $5$ ). Raise!
- Damage (Alpha): $2d6+1$ (Base) $+ 1$ (Grim) $+ 1d6$ (Raise). Roll: $4+2+1+1+5 = 13$ .
- Result: 13 vs Toughness 9 is a Raise. The Alpha takes a second Wound and falls, the wire twitching one last time before going still.
Left Hand (Shooting d8): $6$ . (Wild Die: $4$ ). Success!
- Damage (Second Steer): $2d6+1$ (Base) $+ 1$ (Grim). Roll: $6$ (Aces!) $6 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 11$ .
- Result: 11 vs Toughness 9 is a Success. The steer is Shaken.

The creek bed became a slaughterhouse of sparks and lead. Madeleine’s Peacemakers barked in a rhythmic cadence that drowned out the metallic screams of the herd. Her first volley took the Alpha bull square between its maddened eyes; the heavy slug shattered the skull, and as the beast hit the dirt, the barbed wire lashed out one last time like a dying snake before losing its luster.

"It's the metal!" she shouted to the Utes as she pivoted her second gun. "Burn the carcasses! Don't let a single inch of that wire stay whole!"

Chipeta signaled his men, their arrows now tipped with flaming pitch. As the remaining steers were cut down by Madeleine's relentless fire and Ute precision, the wash began to glow with a cleansing fire. The "Bloodwire" hissed in the flames, a sound like a thousand angry wasps, before finally turning to harmless ash.

Aftermath: The Grim Request

As the smoke cleared, Chipeta rode down into the wash, his face a mask of grim concern. He looked at the charred remains of the cattle. "This is a sickness of the earth, Long-Slinger," he said quietly. "The metal wakes when the land is wounded."

Madeleine holstered her smoking guns and looked at the Ute leader. "There’s a man back at the ranch, Chipeta. Hank Beamer. He was the first. I need you to look at him. If this 'sickness' is spreading through the fences, we need to know how to kill it at the root before every ranch in Wyoming starts bleeding."

Chipeta nods slowly. "I will come. The 'Shunka Warak'in' we hunt is a beast of flesh, but this... this is a ghost of the new world. We must see what it left behind in your friend."

With the herd destroyed and the Utes and ranchers standing on common ground over the ashes, the immediate threat is over. Madeleine earned the $100 reward from Heath Crittenden, and more importantly, she has forged an alliance with Chipeta that might be the only thing saving Headstone Hill in the nights to come.

Adventure Complete!

Madeleine Red turned a certain massacre into a coordinated hunt. By clearing the Utes of suspicion and identifying the supernatural threat of the Bloodwire, she not only saved the ranch hands but also brought a temporary peace to the territory. The mystery of the "wounded land" remains, but for tonight, the guns are cold and the fire is bright.