Coriolis: Scenario Compendium 1 + PDF

“There’s just so much we still don’t know about levitanium!” exclaims the Colonial Agency science official, tipsy from the wine. “For instance, why does it make some creatures bigger than others? We’ve only seen the smallest fraction of its possibilities, mark my words!”

Jorunga, the Arzachelian priestess, nods and smiles – careful, polite. Meanwhile, an old man from the forest moon takes your hand and gestures towards the horizon, where distant giant trees tower like a mountain range.

“See the dance of the jirunes”, he mumbles in a heavy accent, as you follow his gaze to a far off flock with thousands of birds spiraling in hypnotic waves, glittering in the slowly setting sun. “Bad omens, according to the forest djinns. The Beast awakens when the drums fall silent. All of us will die unless you heed my words.”