That very special day when the people try to use up all of the most horrible deaths for the coming year.

So, Lord and Lady Brennan definitely must sit together, but not too close to either of the Fletchers. General Schneider will cause a scene if he gets stuck next to one of those "brownnosed royalists," but his wife will be upset if she isn't next to one of the king's confidantes. I think we'll have to do it this way....

A handful of tables for randomly generating a colorful history for castles and other fortresses.

Or, 30 Ways for Mad Science to go Delightfully Awry

"Mad you call me? Every great mind is mad, and I would see the whole world great...."

-the Miskatonian, to one of his more talkative captives

The Interstellar Highway of the Galaxy

A highly modular suit of power armor.

Because someone must come up with new ways to kill.

Fearsome horsemen from the plains, they raid, trade, and run.

Candles aren’t just for lighting, anymore.

He is the master of more than just the piemakers.

Because the Mind is a Muscle, too.

Sort of a collaborative effort to create a world for the Citadel.

Knowledge is Power. That is, he who makes the knowledge, wields the power.

The TheoRgs are known for being amongst the biggest, toughest, and most generally unpleasant sentients in the galaxy. And this is their nightclub.

She’s everywhere. And she won’t stop coming until she has the throne.

A reptilian race of space-travelers whose addiction to a drug they need for survival leads them to a less than stellar reputation.

This is the tomb of an ancient knight, later made politician. He fought in countless battles, and his fabled armour is said to have been buried with him.

A set of stones which bring trouble wherever they go.

And Zhardun spoke unto [the corpses], and his rage at their cowardice was plain and open: "Now is thy last chance at redemption." 2:2:3,9