A note echoes through the halls of the September Institute's two vacant laboratories, repeated once, and then again, and then again shifting in tone until it becomes an old song from the days of earth somehow passed down countless millennia, and

Sinner Twelt, Provost Regent 12th, whistles it as he goes about his work.

As fog rises above the tanks of liquid coolant,

and metallic cylinders inject data itself into flesh,

12th opens V screens around him, trying to tune in to what's happening across the sector.

But with a storm raging on September, he could only get splotches of the goings-on,

a fleet moving here, a new treaty there, a refugee crisis, a gala, a quake.

See how they run.

He doesn't need a clearer picture to know that everything is moving according to plan.

Everyone else in the sector is running blind through a maze.

He is the only one with real perspective. His whistles turn to singing as he slips on gloves. And deep below

Mood City it sings too. I'm going to be here. Hey everybody welcome to friends at the table and actual play

podcast works on critical world building smart

characterization and fun interaction between good friends I am Austin Walker joining

me today and declare.

Hey Andrew Lee Swan.

Hello, we are back to our faction game of

counterweight in which we are using Stars Without Number and a little bit of

microscope but as we play late into the night tonight, my guess is we will probably lean heavy on the thing that just easy dice rolls can help us with.

So probably more starters outnumber tonight than microscope.

We are kind of bouncing back to the faction game because there is a window here in which I think

it's a good idea to think about what's happening in the rest of the the golden

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