This publication is another in a series of inhouse beta developments not originally intended for our game systems.

It contains scans of 4 deckplan pages and one geographic plan used as the basis for a scenario. This is effectively a scifi version of a 'dungeon-of-the-day' type scenario beta.

The original notes by the creator are included, along with more notes used by the GM who used this in an internal campaign. It is also expanded with some context about the prelude and follow-on activities that bracket the scenario.

The scenario originally used the FSpaceRPG game mechanics, but another published literary universe that has subsequently been licensed to a significant publisher.

Notes are included about adapting this to the modern FSpaceRPG universe. You can use this material to run an FSpaceRPG scenario, or adapt it to the game system with which the universe was subsequently licensed to work with. The original scenario design has little connection to the universe it was used with and can be applied to a range of science fiction settings.

Elthos Meta-Game GM-Referee Strategy Guide

The GM-Referee of the Meta-Game is not merely the arbiter of rules. You are an architect of mysteries, a keeper of cosmic secrets, and the conductor of an epic that will echo through the ages.

This guide is for your eyes only. It is a forbidden tome that transforms your role from neutral referee into something far more profound. Within these pages lie the hidden contexts, the philosophical foundations, and the strategic tools you need to elevate your Meta-Game from mere collaborative world-building into genuine mythic drama.

Learn how to engage your players in the creation of your new Shared World's mythos. Discover what lies beneath the surface of the Cosmic Wheel, and how the Elkron's perspectives are formed by their dance across the Orphic Sphere. Master the art of pacing revelation, orchestrating drama, and Gamemastering the epic conflicts that will make your Shared World unforgettable.

This is not a rulebook. This is the philosophic context that will help you guide your Elkron-Players through a story worthy of the gods themselves. Your players should not read this. Hence the intentionally high price point in the Elthos Book store. The goal is to let the GM-Referee know the book exists, but put up enough of a barrier to mitigate the chances that the Players will download it and spoil the surprises in store for them. If you are going to be a Player in the Meta-Game, and not the GM-Referee, do yourself a favor and do not read this book. It would be a pity to spoil the game for yourself.

The Elthos Meta-Game Core Rules are required to use this guide.

Note: if you as GM-Referee cannot afford this book, but you intend to run the Meta-Game, do not worry. Just reach out to me and I will be happy to send you a complementary copy of the GM-Referee Strategy Guide for free to whatever return email address you provide. No strings attached.

Fantasy Tavern & Inn Battle Map – Interior

Bring your next tavern scene to life with this detailed top-down fantasy tavern and inn interior map, perfect for roleplaying, social encounters, investigations, or sudden bar-brawl chaos.

This map depicts a lively, well-established tavern with a large common room, bar, dining tables, private rooms, and guest bedrooms — ideal as a recurring hub location or a one-night stop that turns into something far more dangerous.

Whether your party is gathering rumors, meeting a mysterious contact, resting for the night, or dodging flying mugs during a fight, this map provides a flexible, story-rich setting for countless encounters.

🏰 Map Features

• Large tavern common room with multiple tables and seating

• Bar area with stools and work space

• Private seating and side areas for secret conversations

• Guest bedrooms suitable for an inn or boarding house

• Fireplace, storage, kitchen details, and environmental clutter

• Clean, readable layout optimized for tactical play and roleplay

🎲 Perfect For

• Fantasy RPGs (D&D 5E, Pathfinder, OSR, and more)

• Social encounters, intrigue, and roleplay-heavy sessions

• Tavern brawls, ambushes, and surprise combat

• Starting locations, safe havens, or quest hubs

• Virtual Tabletops (VTT) or in-person play

📦 Product Details

• Style: Top-down, hand-drawn fantasy map

• Grid: GM-friendly square grid (easy to use or ignore)

• Format: High-resolution PNG

• Use: Personal and commercial tabletop use

• System-Neutral: Works with any fantasy RPG

🧙‍♂️ Why You’ll Love It

Taverns are more than just places to rest — they’re where stories begin, secrets are traded, and trouble finds the party. This map is designed to feel lived-in, believable, and flexible enough to support everything from quiet conversations to explosive combat.

Drop it into your campaign and let the chaos (or comfort) unfold.

CITY OF INDUSTRY. CITY OF BLOOD.

Once the industrial powerhouse of the mighty British empire, the city of Manchester now festers in rain-soaked rust. Abandoned cotton mills brood over lonely canals, while in the city’s nightclubs the hedonistic rave culture keeps the mortals distracted from grim reality.

But in the shadows behind the clubs the Kindred rule—quietly, cruelly, and on the brink of collapse.

The Camarilla Prince is losing his grip. Ambitious elders scheme, Anarchs sharpen their knives, and something ancient stirs beneath the city’s streets, awakened by the excesses of the rave party scene.

Every faction believes it can control what is coming next. Every one of them is wrong.

Manchester by Night is a complete city sourcebook and chronicle for Vampire: The Masquerade Second Edition, set in the turbulent nights of 1993. It provides everything a Storyteller needs to unleash a brutal struggle for power in one of Britain’s darkest and oldest cities, where one of the most evil vampires of all time is lying in wait.

Inside you’ll find:

• A fully realized city, steeped in history and nocturnal politics

• Major NPCs, factions, and enemies ready to use

• Story hooks for an extended chronicle of intrigue and violence

Welcome to Manchester.
The city is dying. The vampires are not.

The first days are almost peaceful. After the transit haze fades and the systems stabilize, there is a moment—brief, fragile—where everything seems possible. The air tests within tolerances. The ground accepts weight without protest. Structures rise quickly, efficient and clean, framed against a horizon untouched by war. It feels like beginning again. It feels like winning. That feeling does not last. You are part of the second wave: security specialists, troubleshooters, political intermediaries, and survivors deemed adaptable enough to endure uncertainty. Your mission is loosely defined—observe, stabilize, persist. The conflict has not yet taken shape, but everyone knows it will. It always does. New ground demands new violence, and new violence demands someone to survive it. Intrigue arrives before the fighting. Supply chains falter without explanation. Communications return subtly altered data—timestamps shifted, names reordered, confirmations looping back as questions. Factions form quietly within the settlement, not over ideology but over interpretation. People disagree on what they saw, what they heard, what was promised. Official briefings contradict personal logs. No one can prove which version came first. Then the disappearances begin. Not sudden. Not dramatic. One technician fails to report in. A patrol returns short one member, swearing they never had a fourth. Living quarters are found sealed from the inside, occupants gone, personal effects untouched except for faint impressions in dust, as though something stood very close for a very long time. The first deaths are ruled accidental. Exposure. Structural failure. Psychological collapse under frontier stress. The reports are thorough and convincing. Too convincing. Survivors start keeping private records—etched notes, offline journals, symbols carved where scanners cannot read them. They say the same thing in different ways: Something here does not want witnesses. It wants continuity. The conflict finally reveals itself not as a war between factions, but as a war over memory. Those who adapt survive longer. Those who question vanish faster. And beneath every political maneuvers, every act of sabotage or alliance, there is the growing realization that the environment is not hostile in the way anyone expected. It is corrective. You are not fighting to conquer or escape. You are fighting to remain yourself long enough to decide whether survival is worth the cost. Because the twist is not that something alien stalks this place. The twist is that the conflict was never new. It has simply found you again.

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In this Solo Adventure you assume the role of an adventurer in the shadow-stained expanse of the Known Galaxy. You will require the Haven Fallen Core Rulebook (CRB) and any associated Expansions you wish to use. The world responds to you—your interpretations, your fears, your ambitions—and you will act as both Character and Storyteller. The Actions you take should depend on who and what you meet, what horrors cross your path, and how you choose to engage with them.  Record the outcomes. Evolve the world. Allow rumours, consequences, and scars to reappear later. As you progress, you will become your own Storyteller, shaping a living cosmos that remembers what you do. The outcome of Actions in Haven Fallen is determined by:

War here is not fought for land, ideology, or survival. It is fought because it has not learned how to stop. The sky is always bruised—scarred by contrails, orbital debris, and the afterimages of weapons too large to remember using. Days blur together beneath bombardment cycles that arrive with mechanical indifference. Trenches are reinforced, lost, reclaimed, then buried again under the weight of fire and dead metal. The front does not advance. It consumes. You are a veteran of this grind. Not a hero. Not a commander. A weapon that still functions. Armor seals hiss and grind as they lock into place, already fouled by ash, oil, and something organic that no scanner can properly classify. Every deployment brief is shorter than the last. Casualty figures arrive rounded, sanitized, optimized for morale. The enemy is described as hostile forces, then anomalous forces, then simply contacts. No one explains why the same kill-zones keep reactivating long after all known hostiles were eliminated. At first, it feels like another brutal campaign. Firefights in collapsed hab-blocks. Close-quarters slaughter in shattered industrial halls. The scream of rail weapons tearing through walls thin as paper. The dead pile up so fast they become terrain. You learn to step on bodies without looking down. You learn not to remember faces. Then the horror begins to leak through the cracks. Enemy units rise again after confirmed kills—bodies rearranged, armor fused to flesh, eyes glowing with internal telemetry. Command insists it’s battlefield stress, chemical exposure, misidentification. Yet recovered footage shows something else: shadows moving against the direction of light, wounds sealing mid-combat, voices transmitted across open channels that match the voices of soldiers already declared dead. Worse still, the war begins to anticipate you. Ambushes form where you would have advanced. Artillery lands where you would have taken cover. Entire units are wiped out by something that does not fire, does not charge, but arrives, unfolding from the smoke like a concept given mass. Survivors describe it differently every time—an engine of bone, a cathedral of cables, a living command signal—but all agree on one thing: It learns from resistance. Orders continue regardless. Hold the line. Retake the sector. Suppress the anomaly. There is no extraction window. No promised relief. No victory condition listed in the operational parameters. Just deployment after deployment, as the war strips away its disguises and reveals itself not as a conflict—but as a feeding process. And you are still alive. Which means you are still useful.

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In this Solo Adventure you assume the role of an adventurer in the shadow-stained expanse of the Known Galaxy. You will require the Haven Fallen Core Rulebook (CRB) and any associated Expansions you wish to use. The world responds to you—your interpretations, your fears, your ambitions—and you will act as both Character and Storyteller. The Actions you take should depend on who and what you meet, what horrors cross your path, and how you choose to engage with them.  Record the outcomes. Evolve the world. Allow rumours, consequences, and scars to reappear later. As you progress, you will become your own Storyteller, shaping a living cosmos that remembers what you do. The outcome of Actions in Haven Fallen is determined by:

The end did not arrive as fire or revelation. It arrived as closure. Routes once marked as temporary were sealed and never reopened. Evacuation schedules slipped, then vanished from official records. Long-range signals degraded into meaningless noise, repeating fragments of old confirmations and aborted countdowns. At some point—no one agrees when—the idea of leaving stopped being discussed. Not forbidden. Just… irrelevant. You live in what remains. The surface is a graveyard of failed fortifications, broken war machines, and cities hollowed out from the inside. The sky hangs low and colorless, heavy with fallout that no longer registers as dangerous because it has become permanent. Night offers no safety. Day offers no relief. The environment has settled into a steady state of ruin, optimized for endurance rather than mercy. War never ended. It simply lost its narrative. Factions still fight over territory, resources, and ideology, but none of them believe in victory anymore. Battles are fought to control water recyclers that barely function, power nodes that fail without warning, bunkers that collapse under their own history. Every gain is temporary. Every loss is remembered too well. Then there are the things that walk the ruins. Once, they were soldiers, civilians, machines, or something between. Now they move with purpose stripped of reason—guided by remnants of command signals, instinctual hunger, or directives no longer connected to any living authority. Some hunt. Some wait. Some speak in voices pulled from memory, repeating phrases meant to lure survivors into the open. You have learned the rules of survival through pain. Never stay in one place too long. Never trust silence. Never assume the dead are finished. And above all, never believe escape is possible. Those who try disappear. Not dramatically—no explosions, no final transmissions. Just absence. Empty camps. Half-packed gear. Stories that end mid-sentence. The ruins seem to close behind them, as if the world itself resents the idea of departure. You fight because stopping means dying slower. You scavenge because starvation is more patient than any enemy. You remember the old world not because it comforts you, but because forgetting feels like surrender. This is not a trial. This is not a punishment. This is what happens when survival outlives purpose, and the war is all that remains to give shape to time. There is no rescue coming. There is no outside. There is only what you do next—and how long you can endure before the world decides you are no longer part of it.

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In this Solo Adventure you assume the role of an adventurer in the shadow-stained expanse of the Known Galaxy. You will require the Haven Fallen Core Rulebook (CRB) and any associated Expansions you wish to use. The world responds to you—your interpretations, your fears, your ambitions—and you will act as both Character and Storyteller. The Actions you take should depend on who and what you meet, what horrors cross your path, and how you choose to engage with them.  Record the outcomes. Evolve the world. Allow rumours, consequences, and scars to reappear later. As you progress, you will become your own Storyteller, shaping a living cosmos that remembers what you do. The outcome of Actions in Haven Fallen is determined by:

A Bestiary of Children's Nightmares is a 40-page digest-sized zine of monsters for DCC RPG. All the creatures were drawn by four of my children. I then added stats (sometimes in consultation with the kids) to bring more monstrous goodness to your gaming table!

This zine includes:

• 24 new creatures, abominations, and monstrosities for your DCC RPG campaign, including the nix (fey insects that grant their companions luck), the loncrus (a soul-devouring demon), the unicorpse (dispirited undead unicorns), and the cave clinger (a pale subterranean stalker)
• Full color illustrations of each monster
• New magic items
• A new spell

Dungeon Crawl Classics and DCC RPG are trademarks of Goodman Games.

Gobshite consists of a bunch of random tables that are really relevant to the heists in Ogre’s 11, but with a modicum of imagination could be utilized whenever you need a weird book, the name of a local beer, or a strange piece of goblin magic. These tables and ideas are designed for quick and dirty, rapid deployment at the table, when you need something quickly, but not something basic and bland. 

It's also a great sampler for those of you who want to try out one of the fine, quality offerings from Human Gorilla Creations, but don't want to fork over the big bucks. For less than a buck, you can get a sense of my design philosophy, my writing style, and my sense of humor. 

Garran Thorneval is a name spoken with reverence in the courts of Bavidirian. For over four decades, he served as an elite knight of the Empire—one of the few chosen to ride the armored panthers of the Obsidian Vanguard. His platemail displays the scars of many campaigns, and people say his sword, crafted in the forges beneath Denonimas’ citadel, cuts through steel as if it were cloth.

Unlike paladins, Winsork did not bless Garran. He chose the path of pure martial mastery, dedicating his life to discipline, loyalty, and the art of war. He guarded lords, led battalions, and stood beside Lord Denonimas himself during the Siege of Hollowmere. Yet as the eras wore on, Garran felt the weight of unfinished duty—not to the Empire, but to the land itself.

Now nearing retirement, he has joined the Dungeoneer’s Guild—not for glory, but for cleansing. He seeks to rid Bavidirian of lingering evils before laying down his blade. Although his appearances within the Guild are infrequent, his arrival on a panther notably influences the direction of ongoing quests. Less experienced adventurers observe him with admiration, while seasoned members acknowledge him with respectful affirmation.

Garran Thorneval does not speak of rest. He speaks of redemption.