The battle of Sahhur, more generally known as the infamous Massacre at Blood Lake, was among the most brutal battles to take place during the early years of the Great War.
In all of Centasi history, from the mythical prehistory of the Old Kingdom to the countless wars and petty conflicts of the modern age of the Hundred, there is no figure so feared, so influential, so historical, as the Howler.
The hideous and hairy Houtsunomuh is the mythological Stalker of Graveyards and Eater of the Dead, one of the Eight Great Monsters of Enohountsun mythology.
All Agera work with a base-8 system (though of course, in GMing, for simplicity, I don’t). Accordingly, the Mysian system of measuring is based on 8s. From dolon to dolmelphion, the system is fairly straightforward, but, traditionally, after dolmelphion, it becomes a touch more complicated.
Uedha-a is the God who dwells here. That I am not afraid, he makes me so- Uedha-a bolsters hearts with iron, and with-holds souls from the Shadow Himself.
A complex mythology with a full set of deities.
In this pantheon, there are four dragons, and only four, and they are gods. They are opposed by four fiends, and only four, and they are demons.
Across the Thousand Thousand Worlds, there are many gods. We, the Knowers of All Worlds, shall now endeavor to list all of the gods of a few select worlds.
Gods for the Roman-themed nation of Imperial Arcturus.
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman