Ares is making a major break-through in military combat weaponry with a new type of armor. Who will survive when two teams of Shadowrunners are pitted against each other to steal this new development.
It’s 2053 and mages and cybergrunts rub shoulders in the Land Down Under! From the Outback to Orbit, the search is on ... and the Wizard pays cash for dying screams! (Sequel to Wizard of Trix).
Point, Counterpoint: It was just a job chummer. Work is work, right? Don’t get personal, just get paid. Mess around with corps—geeked and on page 1. A Shadowrun mystery.
A simple security job guarding a shipment of antique trinkets turns the Runners into amateur sleuths to save themsleves from corporate revenge. Characters provided for 8-10 players.
At your door you found a letter: 10:00 p.m. Club Discord 1024 El Castro, Tacoma. Tomorrow. Inside there was also a credstick for 5000 nuyen. Signed Lord Quietus, a major figure in the Mafia here.
It’s 2073 and Minneapolis has been given the World Science Fiction Convention by fannish acclaim. But there are big problems in Mipple-city and Mr. Johnson wants you to check them out, chummer.
Shuriken was cutting ICE, cutting it well, until a spectral hand clawed its way out of his dock and tried to frag him. He ran. He ran to tell his fixer. There was magic in the Matrix.