Ken the Can Man

Location: Everywhere

Ken the Can Man has become sort of a mascot for the homeless community in Wellstone City. No one is really sure how long Ken has been roaming around, but he has been in the news since 2003. No one is exactly sure where Ken came from, his real name, or even what he did before becoming homeless. What is known is that he has numerous videos on YouTube and even a webpage devoted to tracking Ken. It is affectionately known as the Can Man Cam and it has videos and photos of Ken in various places. Photos have surfaced that show him as early as 1995, but prior to that, he is a complete mystery. When he is traveling around town, he is always seen on a red three-wheeled bicycle with a basket in the rear and pulling a little red wagon full of things behind that. Apparently, all of his worldly belongings are in those two baskets and on his back.

Ken doesn’t talk about his past, but he will talk about literally anything else. He is apparently fairly well read and pays attention to current events in Wellstone and in the world. He will talk about any subject, at length, whether his unwitting conversationalists want to or not. Getting him to talk isn’t the problem when meeting Ken; it’s getting him to be quiet.

It is unknown if Ken is completely aware of his surroundings. He always seems to be responding to more people than are actually present and he seems to space off for long periods of time. He frequents bars and is very social.

Ken does not have a home, but he either stays at shelters or in the rare occasions when someone puts him up in hotel room. Rumors about who Ken is and what he has done abound. The most common rumor is that he was a soldier in Vietnam or in Barbados and is suffering from PTSD. He isn’t dangerous, he’s not armed, and there has never been a reported altercation involving Ken, but there is one famous story that everyone knows and has never been confirmed. Apparently he was traveling through the Spanish Quarter a few years back and some young Black Dragon Syndicate recruits started harassing him. Ken did nothing, but it was said that a local street gang immediately stepped up and risked the wrath of the Syndicate to come to his aid. Ken was let go after the street hoods started shouting after the Syndicate while they retreated into the night.

Ken is not a reliable source of information on anything specific in Wellstone. He is an authority on the obscure, and he is restricted to people that he has known or things that he has witnessed. Finding Ken is more luck than skill, though the Can Man Cam usually has good luck in predicting where he is should the PCs be in a need to find him, or avoid him.



HP: 2d8
Num: 1-6
Spd: 2
Dmg: 1d6
Def: 5
Soak: 12
CL: 4

Amongst the least and yet most insidious of ghouls, the ashare prefer to resemble slender youths, often appearing eager to be apprenticed or in need of aid. Undisguised, an ashare is a gnarled creature cloaked in a sickly-looking black hide, with raptorial legs, overlong arms armed with spurs and rending talons, and a saw-toothed beak. Ragged ram’s horns spiral backward and away from their skull, and an equally ragged mane falls past their shoulders. An ashare takes its true shape only when pressed, as revealing itself makes corrupting and sickening its chosen target without being detected difficult to say the least.

Ashare will fight with weapons when in their disguised shape but use only their claws in their true forms, striking for 1d6 hit points of damage with each claw. An ashare may use the Contagion and Deepen Shadows spells innately, preferring the first as a hostile “curse” and the second for escaping to find another victim.


Welcome to 2011!

Happy 2011!

Last year saw some amazing things come to pass for Silver Gryphon Games. We destroyed our sales records for the previous years, we started really coming into our own, and we made the move over into Savage Worlds while maintaining publications for our own two systems, Æther and Ingenium. This year, we look forward to more explosive growth and the further development of our print program. We have taken on a number of smaller projects to work with other publishers, and we will be breaking into the on-line gaming experience early this year with Fantasy Grounds.

We have a huge line-up waiting to come out this year as well, and we are continuing to do what we do best: put out solid products that are fun and that have that special Silver Gryphon touch. Here’s to a great year in 2011!


The Wellstone City Prophet

The Wellstone Prophet
Location: The Artery

The Wellstone Prophet is a publication that is printed and distributed in Wellstone City to all of the corner news stands and some of the mom-and-pop stores, particularly in the boroughs of Little Haiti, Little Italy, the Spanish Quarter, and the Warrens. It is a daily rag that is usually four to ten pages of pure crazy and conspiracy theory regarding linking killing sprees, supernatural events, aliens, and some say tracking the police. Its readership is generally regarded as the tin-foil hat wearing doomsayers proclaiming that the end is nigh, but that is definitely not all of the readers.

It is said that there are secret messages passed from one shadowy group to the other via the Prophet as well. Hidden messages that are unbreakable without the cryptology key which involves not only sentences and paragraphs, but skips back and forth through pages as well are said to be buried in the Prophet. Most people disregard this as just urban legend, but it is known that certain members of the Department of Homeland Security’s cryptology department are involved with checking the Prophet for hidden clues and messages. Nothing to date has been made public about any discoveries.

The printer of the Prophet is a man named Geoffry Canter, a man who claims to have been part of the MK Ultra and MK Ultra II projects, though no record of his involvement in the military has ever been substantiated. Records as to is where abouts during the late 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s indicate that this Wellstone native was locked in the Wellstone City Psychiatric Hospital in the Battery. Geoffry explains this away by emphatically asking, “where do you think the experiments were run?” when ever anyone tries to check on his past.

In truth, no one knows what happened in the hospital. The doctor and staff that were looking after this patient were all killed in a van accident while traveling to the Boardwalk back in the early 80’s. The staff and several of the patients with them were killed immediately, the rest of those involved in the wreck died in the hospital. The truck driver that had fallen asleep at the wheel and run them into a barrier on the 102 never drove again and retired.

Geoffry does not know who sends him the articles. The arrive, mostly typed on manual typewriters, at the small brick building where his printing press is. The press set up is all managed by acid-etched plates and the 10,000 weekly copies are done entirely by Geoffry, though he uses bike messengers and volunteers to get them to their locations. Every Friday, there is a bundle of The Wellstone Prophet available for a $1.00 to those who know where to find them.