GrubTrucks

This is a supplement for Lichoma: A Meatpunk TTRPG.
A clearing burnt down, burnt down through the roots, burnt down through all the seeds. Fertile dirt that grows bloody fruit. Rotten fruit crawling with maggots. You shouldn’t knock maggots until you try them, at least, so they say.

The Court serves as a hub for the outcasts of outcasts to catch a moment’s respite and a bite to eat. The food may be past its prime, but at least you know that there aren’t any [REDACTED] pumping it full of shit you’d rather not think about.

The perimeter of the Court is roughly defensible; burnt logs, sharpened to points, funnel any wannabe intruders into carefully hidden spike pits. Inside, Wildfires ruffians make ramshackle camps. The Court isn’t officially affiliated with the Wildfires or any particular faction, but anyone strongly associated with the Wen’s ilk is far more than likely to be met with a pointy greeting. 

The GrubTrucks rest in the center of the encampment. Skeletons of once-mighty beasts, they were presumably once capable of motion, but no one alive has seen it happen. The kitchens inside provide scraps to the refuse who use the clearing as a meeting place, and provide plenty of work to millabouts with more time than flesh. Only one rule is strictly enforced: NO SELLING.

Edenmas is in a week’s time, and rumors abound that there will be a special surprise during the revelry at the Worm Court. However, to gain entry to the feast, you’ll need to earn the trust of the GrubTrucks and the ruling council, the Grubs. Maybe you should see if they need anything done?

Dicier font is by Speak the Sky.