This device was originally a droyne-portable terraformer, but it is malfunctioning. Found on a garden world by an unlucky Sword-Worlds explorer who was killed by natives, it is today still the proud property of said dead explorer, and the only thing keeping his corpse alive.
Mr. Mannon is sheathed in bandages when he goes out in public, his love for public soccer matches being his only real predictable fixed action pattern.The device constantly regenerates his decaying flesh, but he must return to it's ever diminishing radius for it to be effective. And for 1,000 years he has dwelled on Mannon Island, as the colony world today called Tempest grew up around him.
While being hired to guard a local celebrity on tour, the party stumbles upon this suspicious character in the box seats of a stadium and immediately become... suspicious. Formidable computer checks link him to his island, and a single owner going back through 1,000 years of history to colonization. DNA from blood stains and decayed flesh particles left on his seat match nobody living on Tempest.
Authorities know nothing.
The Skitzelbrang is located beneath his big, dark, creepy castle - on what appears to be an island whose local life is more advanced, yet seems related to, indigenous forms, such as the chameleon teethasaurus that roam the grounds. Mr. Mannon is a good host, and his small droid does just fine seeing to the needs of any guests he may have, on whatever pretenses they concoct to invite themselves.
Keep in mind that nothing on the island can die, but nothing that dies on the island can ever really leave.
And have fun.
Mr. Mannon is sheathed in bandages when he goes out in public, his love for public soccer matches being his only real predictable fixed action pattern.The device constantly regenerates his decaying flesh, but he must return to it's ever diminishing radius for it to be effective. And for 1,000 years he has dwelled on Mannon Island, as the colony world today called Tempest grew up around him.
While being hired to guard a local celebrity on tour, the party stumbles upon this suspicious character in the box seats of a stadium and immediately become... suspicious. Formidable computer checks link him to his island, and a single owner going back through 1,000 years of history to colonization. DNA from blood stains and decayed flesh particles left on his seat match nobody living on Tempest.
Authorities know nothing.
The Skitzelbrang is located beneath his big, dark, creepy castle - on what appears to be an island whose local life is more advanced, yet seems related to, indigenous forms, such as the chameleon teethasaurus that roam the grounds. Mr. Mannon is a good host, and his small droid does just fine seeing to the needs of any guests he may have, on whatever pretenses they concoct to invite themselves.
Keep in mind that nothing on the island can die, but nothing that dies on the island can ever really leave.
And have fun.
