Iron, bio mechanical, lifeline
There are very few metal structures in Mycircleum, but the Radio Tower is built from the scrap of some long-disassembled Corpo machine wandered the area many years ago. Few question the tower’s origin these days, and the Elders are more than happy to let people forget. The truth is, the Elders fought and dismantled The Watcher, preventing it from reporting its findings to its Corpo creators. They repurposed the Watcher’s components, building the tower atop the camp site upon which Mycircleum was founded.
The Elders reside here, to attend the radio, which allows limited radio communication between Mycircleum and other Glades - so long as the weather cooperates. Every non-essential surface is decorated with soft fabrics and plants to soften the hard metal structure. There are few aside from the Elders that truly understand how the building functions anymore; what else could be hidden within the behemoth’s core?
| Die Roll | Who’s There | Doing | Complication |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | Grub | In the listening post | caught red-handed |
| 2. | A little drone dude | attending the machinery | Needs some help |
| 3. | (Any2)Lightning, Date, Lucky | Pondering the Relics | Disagreement |
| 4. | (Any 3)Date, Fern, Breeze | Smoking a pipe | Gets scolded |
| 5. | (Any 1)Fern, Frost, Date | Meditating; incense burns | Falls asleep |
| 6. | (roll for an NPC) | Napping | Left oven unattended |
Example:
Memry, a frail, stinky, radiant woman in her 80’s, attending the machinery, caught red-handed. Since she was little, she’s believed the Radio Tower held secrets the Elders wouldn’t share. Now in the twilight of her life, she figured she had nothing to lose by snooping about.